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For full effect- imagine the tie is coming off instead of being straightened. Also be sure to imagine the “bom chick bom bom” sound of a classic 70’s porno.
Feels like I am gonna buy this one too... 😂😂😂😂
Guilty Not Guilty Part 3 (KBTBB x MFW)
Fandom: Kiss By The Baddest Bidder & My Fake Wedding Category: Angst / Mystery? Character: Soryu Oh / Takao Maruyama / Eisuke Ichinomiya / Samejima Koichi OC: Kaori Fujimoto Summary: Basically the idea is OC in the witness stand, canon Takao as the lawyer- struggle between WHO to trust and WHAT to believe. Is OC guilty or innocent? Notes: This may or may not continue and combining anon request below, hope you don’t mind I include this in a potential series:
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“We need to talk.”
The words pulse behind her eyelids, clouding her mind, filling her head with thoughts when all she really wants to do is crawl into a hole and hides forever. Takao is firing her questions after questions but she doesn’t hear any of them; her eyes dart over the walls and over her phone screen even though she’s not absorbing anything.
Her mind’s been blank from the moment she’s taken into questioning, asking and answering repeatedly about what’d happened while she remains clueless till this very day. The vivid images of coming home to find the body of her ex-husband laying cold in the middle of her tiny apartment, his colorless face which she once adored and soon being the murder suspect for a crime she didn’t commit.
As if it couldn’t get any worse, her secret was on display for a full court of people to see while she sat there like sitting duck, waiting for her death sentence.
“I’ll be right back,” she announces. Takao stands in disbelief, this is a critical time for her and they have zero defense for what the prosecutor has presented. Now is definitely the time to focus, to come clean.
Kaori really doesn’t think at all as she rushes out of the law firm; her feet simply guide the way. Feels like a walking ghost, she soon finds herself in front of his door. She purses her lips, suddenly itching to turn and run. She shouldn’t be seeing him, she can’t risk another secret getting out but she’s also dying to know the truth. And he’s her best shot, she is running out of options.
A heavy exhale escapes her lips as she closes her eyes, raising her hand to knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Her hand turns the doorknob at the sound and nervously slips in with her anxious stares casting downwards.
“Close the door behind you.” The stern voice instructs, “What do you want?”
The man stands up from his chair, eyes on her, searching for signs. “I don’t have all night, Ms. Fujimoto.”
Kaori doesn’t answer immediately, she hasn’t exactly gathered her thoughts. “I want to know the truth.” She keeps it simple and honest, the kind of person she is.
“Don’t we all?” He huffs out a breath and crosses his arms, leaning against his oak desk.
“I don’t know what happened!” She repeats what she’s been telling everyone, the police, her friends, all the other lawyers till Takao takes her case. She winces at her own cracked voice, “I .. I just want to know the truth.”
His face remains expressionless, with his brows raised and jaw clenched. He grabs an A4 size envelope and tosses it to her, he doesn’t expect any kicking or screaming but he’s watching her closely not to miss the slightest and most instant reaction.
“How did you get these? Did you set me up with Samejima?” Is this one of his sick jokes or his way of cornering her for her most ultimate truth?
“Soryu gave them to me for safekeeping.”
She looks up in confusion, “Soryu?”
Eisuke sneaks a glance at the clock behind her and decides to lay it out to her. “The place has hidden cameras everywhere. As interesting as the tape was, I had no time watching you getting fucked by a kid.”
“But why?”
“For your safety, I suppose though he’s beyond upset when he saw the recording himself. You know he never quite liked the idea of sharing you, whether with his subordinate or a close friend.”
She rolls her eyes when he leans forward at the word “friend”, “Did you have to ruin me by sending these to the prosecutor?!”
The king makes no attempt to hid his chuckle, “Ruin? I ruin you? Or perhaps your marriage too?” Eisuke leaves his desk and heads towards her, “Don’t credit me for something you’ve done. You sought for my help, I delivered.” Now sitting next to her, she finally sees the fire burning inside his dark eyes. “He’s my best friend, you wouldn’t expect me to choose you over him, would you? After all, you’re his woman.” His hand lifts her chin up while glaring down her chest, “Just because we fucked doesn’t make you any special.” His lips quiver dangerously into a smirk, “Should I tip them off about our shared sessions too?” His fingertips begin running across the collars of her blouses, getting too close to her liking. “I have always enjoyed seeing this expression of yours, so bitter and sad.” His face now centimeters away from her neck, “Such a turn on.”
His tongue traces over her soft skin, nibbling her sensitive spots all the way down to her breast. Sucking her hardening nipple through the thin blouses, Kaori Fujimoto clenched tightly to his expensive couch. Ashamed of her anticipation, he’s almost impossible to resist. “Please, Eisuke.”
“Hmmm.. I do like it when you beg.” Humming his way down, Eisuke teasingly grazes his hand on her inner thigh. “You have to be specific and I seriously don’t have all day. Just fifteen minutes, I suggest you make it count.”
“Please help me, Eisuke.” She’d feel the sting of the first tear running down her cheek. “I didn’t kill him.”
He pauses without looking at her, “Do you have proof?”
“No! But you are the only one who can help me, please.”
Leaning back to his couch, Eisuke raises his chin. “And what do I get in return?”
“Must everything be a deal? Don’t you care about the truth?”
Eisuke lets out an annoyed sigh, “Yes but it doesn’t mean I have to help you. Haven’t I helped enough?” His eyes set on hers, accusing her. “Wasn’t that the biggest favor?”
Kaori knows exactly what the king’s talking about as the very scene begins playing in both their heads, that’s where the nightmare begins.
Her marriage was failing way before the death of her parents, 3 years passed and her heart was still captivated by Soryu but her body disagreed. She felt nothing when he touched or kissed her, she felt guilty how she rolled her eyes when his head was buried in her neck. She lost interests.
She tried, hard, but it made no difference to the fact that her body didn’t want him. She wanted someone else, anyone but Soryu Oh. She missed the anticipation when a new set of warmth on her, exploring and tasting her for the first time. She didn’t want familiarity, she craved something new.
It took all her courage to suggest the idea of open marriage to Soryu who of course did not approve. He could not understand how Kaori called it love when she said right to his face that she wanted to be with other men as if only physically would somehow hurt him less. How was that not betrayal? But it was that or divorce and he didn’t want to lose her.
Perhaps, she was already gone, their marriage and love were long gone before they had realized. Perhaps, who knows for sure?
Soryu reluctantly agreed with one condition- it had to be Eisuke. Kaori was surprised but at least he didn’t give up on them, they still had a shot. It wasn’t easy to break it to Eisuke- the king didn’t believe in marriage but he was more shocked to find his best friend agreeing to such idea. Even he hesitated for a moment, Kaori was a fine woman but he had no desire to do his best friend’s wife.
It pained Eisuke to see Soryu almost begging, “It’s the only way to save my marriage.”
And that repeated in Eisuke’s head every time he had sex with Kaori, what kind of woman put her man through such pain!? The vivid image of her sitting on his bed and vibrating with excitement. How she tensed up when he entered, how relieved and satisfied she was when Soryu watched from afar. She didn’t look at her husband, she was too occupied. No matter how rough Eisuke was, she seemed to enjoy it. Kaori would shamelessly ask him to go faster and harder, Eisuke did just that. It wasn’t difficult, given how hurtful Soryu looked, Eisuke slammed in and out of all her holes, hoping she’ll break at some point.
She never did, at least Kaori Fujimoto wasn’t the one who breaks.
“I’ll disappear, I’ll leave Japan and none of you will ever see me again.”
Wouldn’t it be convenient? Eisuke thinks to himself, “You want me to be your alibi?”
“You WERE my alibi! You’re the last person I saw before I went home!”
“So you want me to tell the world that we’re having an affair with your husband knowing?” Eisuke still doesn’t understand what Soryu ever sees in her, “You may not have a reputation anymore but I am Eisuke Ichinomiya.”
The king stands up and heads back to his desk, Kaori Fujimoto has officially bored him. She’s becoming predictable and predictable is one thing Eisuke doesn’t need. The sex was okay, he could handle the hatred and guilt he so desperately tried to ignore. Teasing Kaori was merely a tactics Eisuke used to push Soryu over the edge but his friend had swallowed his pride and dignity when it came to Kaori. Was she responsible for Soryu’s death? Would the world laugh at his dead friend for being a slave in love?
“Tell your lawyer to add me to the witness list.” He says, eyes back to his laptop. “And if you’re ever to walk free, Kaori. Don’t ever show your face to me again!.”
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No idea when I’ll update this next, totally swinging this but man, I love torturing Soryu, don’t I?
Where’s the lie tho?
Damn I haven’t seen this one before!!! Just run into it on Instagram. So so so HOT! 🔥🔥🔥
It freaking says the perfume have blended scents of blah-blah and BULGARIAN ROSE!!! THAT’S ME GUYS…. ALESSANDRO USED OUR ROSES FOR THE FREAKING PERFUME!!!!! OMG!!!! I am so gonna die…. And probably, no definitely will go and smell on it… 💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟
This is what’s happening when the kids are unsupervised and went wild xD @diyunho @rhina988 @nikkitasevoli @auntiemama1 @wolfgirl1074