pretty please a subby phoenix with m!reader? it can just be a really hard make out.
-fujonon
no words. no words will ever describe how much i want to dominate this man. thank you so much fujonon u don’t even know
thought we would kiss tonight 💙
phoenix wright x male dom reader
-yeah suggestive warning obviously, but NOBODY PULLS THEIR DICK OUT, probably the most explicit i will write, established relationship
The door to your apartment opens before he’s even knocked.
“Hey, Phoenix.” You greet him, letting him enter. You notice he’s still dressed in his suit from the trial today, just without the blazer.
He flashes you a lopsided grin. “Uh- hey… how’d you know I was at the door?”
“Intuition,” You say vaguely, locking the door closed behind him. “Anyway, I thought you went to the office after the trial for dinner with Maya?”
“Well… I convinced Gumshoe to take care of her and Pearls for me.” He scratches at the back of his head.
“Poor man,” You chuckle, smirking—like you’ve figured something out. “All that just to come see me?”
“I mean, I wanted to thank you, babe,” He says, and once he lowers his hand, you can see that his usual spikes are a bit disheveled. “For bringing that evidence in during the trial today. It really saved me.”
“…And yet you ushered me back to my own apartment in the courtroom lobby.” You tilt your head, watching the faintest shade of red rise on his face. “I like burgers too, you know.”
“When you say it like that, it sounds really bad. All I did was convince you to go home early.” He takes a step into your living room, closer towards you. “I just thought… you know… after today…”
Your arms are crossed over your chest. “I’m listening.”
“I wanted to come over. Spend time with only the two of us,” He admits softly.
You hum, as if you’re pretending to weigh your options for answers.
Then, smugly; “Mr. Wright, are you admitting that you orchestrated this entire situation just to get me alone?”
He purses his lips together. “…No objections.”
“That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard of,” You tease, and reach out to brush your fingertips against his hip.
“Is it such a crime to want to be alone with my boyfriend, sir? Hmm?” His hands mirror yours, coming up to rest at your waist.
“I never said that,” You argue. “In fact, I think the defense deserves a reward for being so daring.” The way you’re looking at him is enough to almost make him faint.
“Oh,” Phoenix huffs, struggling to keep his face from burning up. “Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm.” You lean in to place a kiss below his ear—then his jaw, and then his neck, slow but messy.
He lets out a pant when your mouth reaches his pulse. “Y-you… you knew this would happen, didn’t you?” He manages, though his voice wavers.
“Maybe.” Your hand presses into his hip just enough to guide him backwards—“After all, you were the one that came all this way.”—he stumbles one step after the other until the back of his knees bump the couch.
“…Or should I stop?”
The response is immediate. “Don’t you dare,” He snaps, that hypnotizing smile forming on his lips.
How could you deny this man anything, really?
“Hm,” Is all he gets as a reaction before you gently tug on his tie, pulling his head forward.
Your lips press together, and Phoenix kisses you like he defends cases; warm, sincere, and just a little desperate.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the trial ended,” He confesses against your mouth, head spinning, falling back onto the couch.
That seems to pique your interest. “You have?” A teasing shake of your head. “Rather unprofessional of you.”
“Shut up,” He pulls you back in by the nape, murmuring something like, “Not my fault…”
The kiss continues to deepen in that sloppy way full of tongue and teeth that always leaves you both breathless and wanton—at some point, the buttons of his shirt get undone and his tie is pulled loose.
Your mouth moves downwards once again, printing scorching love bites onto his skin as they travel to his collarbone and chest.
“Oh fuuuck…” He whines, hips jerking up despite himself. You adore seeing him so shameless.
You move even lower now, pressing kisses to his navel, only thing interrupting the path his waistband—
And the next thing you hear is not one of Phoenix’s flustered moans.
It’s the Steel Samurai theme song.
He nearly trips over himself while patting down his pockets. “Shitshitshit,” He whispers, retrieving his phone.
He answers the call. “Ghk- hey, Detective Gumshoe…” He says, feigning composure.
You hear some shouting from the other side.
“…You can’t pay the check?” He glances at you with a heavy sigh. “Yeah. Ok. Stay put and don’t get arrested, please. …See you.”
“He’s in trouble?” You ask languidly, licking your lips.
“When is he not?” He starts to button up his shirt and adjust his tie with hasty hands. “I forgot he lives on instant noodles.”
You move out his way. “Later?”
He stands up, heartbeat still pumping so loud he’s afraid you can hear it. “Yeah.”
“Don’t keep me waiting.”
The tips of his ears are still flushed. “Trust me,” He breathes out, “I could never.”
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