The Booby Trap !
Screaming, crying, and throwing up, Jain sprints down the stairs.
“Jain!” cried Kite, rushing over to her friend. “What happened? Do we need to get the gun?”
“We saw… the silver haired rat outside,” spits Joie, seething. “Rat bastard. Go home and get the gun, Kite.”
Kite nods, ready to dart out of the house and give the man who broke Jain’s heart a piece of her mind, when a strong hand presses into her shoulder. Startled, she looks up, and blinks at Ukyo’s icy blue orbs, a steely glint in his eyes.
“There’s no need for violence, Miss Kite. We can settle this legally,” says Ukyo, staring coolly out the door. He strides forwards, his member hardening, confident as ever. “Mr. Hyun Ryu?”
Zen slinks forwards, the setting sun alighting his silver frame in gold.
“The beast inside me has awoken once again. I’m here to take back what’s mine,” he smirks in Punk!Harry Styles Wattpad rhythm. <3 . Kite narrows her eyes, and steps forwards.
“Jain isn’t yours. Honestly, Zen, it’s giving Kanye.” Zen gasps at this, startled by the revelation.
“T-T-That’s not true!” he sputters, cheeks reddening (A/N: we mean the ones on his face), ass clenching. “That BETA, evil cage-man just locked her up, and she just got confused. I’m her only alpha, I swear. My mate wahhhh… she’s going to go through heat soon, and I think it’s time for a knot tbh,” he tearfully mutters.
[A/N: wahhhh he’s rlly emotional right now. >_< pwease pwease pwease support uri lovely Zennie oppa~ in the comments. He really needs it. >_< ! ]
“This is our home, Mr. Hyun Ryu. You are not welcome here.” Ukyo crosses his arms, his pants constricting his erection uncomfortably. “Respectfully, I ask that you leave.”
Zen sneers. “Oh yeah, Mr. Lawyer-Nim? You’re supposed to get possessive if you truly like someone. That golden spooned, cheater prick, JUMIN taught me that one,” he howls into the moonlight, arching his back in his natural, (serum-induced) #alpha manner. Zen looks up at the sky and BARKS his tune, “bogo shipeoOOOO jagiyaaaaa~~~~.” [A/N his cute little rat tail sways in the wind ~so seductively~]
“Mr. Ryu, I take it that you are not familiar with the California Penal Code. In Title Fourteen, Malicious Mischief, Section 62 Part H, Entering upon lands or buildings owned by any other person without the license of the owner or legal occupant, where signs forbidding trespass are displayed, are-” Ukyo cuts himself off, eyes widening at a figure casually walking towards Zen, feeling himself near orgasm.
“You gonna keep boring me to death, Lawyer? Or-”
A white, ceramic cup filled to the brim with piping hot coffee slams into Zen’s hair. He screams, as coffee drips down his rat ponytail. Kite gasps, watching a tall, broad figure step into the light.
“What he means, kitten, is that you can’t be here without a warrant. And while I’m sure a popular little cat like you can get your paws on one, it won’t be enough to get into this here condo.” The figure smirks, pausing to sip from his coffee.
“My… my hair. My precious hair! What did you do!” Zen screeches, combing his hands through his coffee soaked hair, completely disregarding the hot liquid dripping down his face. Ukyo does his best to ignore the hot liquid soaking through his pants, and dripping uncomfortably, but submissively down his leg.
“It’s my own personal blend, cool cat. Blend #069. Blacker than the deepest reaches of midnight, brewed and served hotter than hell itself.” He sips from his cup again. He looks up, and the red glare from his visor blends into the golden light cascading on the porch. “You go to a lot of concerts, kitty cat?” He angles his head towards Zen, whose rat tail swishes submissively despite the serum coursing through his veins.
Zen looks up, sputtering. Chemical X, that damned compound was supposed to overexpress alpha hormones. But squinting into the red light from Godot’s visor, he feels an inhibitory molecule bind to the chemical X receptor, and stimulate his omega hormone production. The tall man doesn’t react or move his gaze from him as he continues to drink his scorching hot brew.
“Who… who is that?” Kite whispers up to Ukyo, transfixed.
“That’s Prosecutor Godot.” Ukyo says under his breath, irritation underlining his words.
“How is jazz playing when he speaks?”
“It’s part of ‘his charm’, Miss Kite.” Ukyo begins to rub his temple.
“The thing about concerts, kitten,” Godot says, stepping towards Zen, who stumbles back, “is that when the music’s playing, you’re allowed to sway along. Close your eyes, get lost in the ambience, the crowd, the gentle song to your soul. But you gotta be careful to listen well for when it stops.”
“What is he saying,” whispers Kite.
“What I’m saying, kitty,” he says, turning towards Kite, who gasps. “Is that when you can no longer hear that music, you gotta learn to dance your escape back to the real world.”
“I believe that this is Mr. Godot’s way of asking you to leave, Mr. Ryu, of your own volition, without a police escort,” says Ukyo, pushing his glasses up his nose in an effort to reclaim the scene. “Please go. Now.”
Zen balks at this, his natural alpha tendencies forcing him to stand his ground. But Godot raises another cup of coffee threateningly, and his naturally occurring omega tendencies tuck his rat tail between his legs. He squeaks, and looks desperately to Kite. “A-A-At least tell her I say hello!” he whines, before scampering into the sunset.
Kite watches him escape, in a daze from this evening’s events. “I… I probably won’t.”
“That’s a real good call, kitten.” Godot leans down to Kite’s eye level, and she blushes and steps back instinctively.
“Prosecutor,” Ukyo says, clipped. “I could have handled that.”
Godot chuckles. “I’m sure the California Penal Code would have gotten that stray out of your yard eventually, Mr. Asahina.” Ukyo scowls.
“I will be ready to leave in a minute, Prosecutor. Allow me to get my briefcase.”
“Ukyo? W-Where are you going?” Kite asks, eyes darting between the two lawyers.
Ukyo softens his gaze. “Prosecutor Godot and I must discuss a few case files and revisions to current legal standards, Kite. I will be away, but please enjoy your visit with Ema, and message me if any issues arise during your stay.”
Godot shoots her a wolfish grin. “We’re getting dinner.”
Ukyo sighs. “We will be having our discussion over dinner. Now, excuse me.” Ukyo dips back into the house. Kite lingers on the porch, staring at Godot in quiet wonder. He steps to her, pulling out a business card from his pocket.
“Name’s Godot, kid. You interested in law?”
Kite blinks. “Uh, I mean I’m a woman in STEM, but I’m not uninterested. Why?”
He grins. “Why don’t you swing by the office tomorrow? I think there’s something you’d want to see.”
She squints. “Paperwork?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. But… there’s been an unusual case. And a woman in STEM could probably help. You in?” He stretches his hand out. She pauses, stranger danger senses tingling. But in the setting sun, this man practically glowing in the light with the promise of mystery, she relents.
“I’m not necessarily in,” she starts. “But I’ll swing by. Goodnight, Prosecutor. And enjoy your dinner.” She steps back in, and gives him a polite smile.
“Oh, I definitely will enjoy my dinner.” Godot says, smirking at Ukyo, who’s just arrived with briefcase in tow. “You and your friends have a good night, yeah?”
5 mins later …. Elsewhere … meanwhile ….
Everyone - Kite, Joie, Syghie, Jain, Ritsuka, Azuna, and - sat around in a loosely sensual circle square. Squiggly circle triangle. Triangle rectangle square.
“Sare, sare… Whatever shall we do next?” says Kite.
“I don’t know, maybe a fun game of… SPIN THE BOTTLE???” Jain whips out a boobly breasted bottle bristling with bubbly boob-shaped Jägermeister ……. The German digestive, made with 56 full figured herbs and spices, jiggled like a cup DD in a massage chair. Made in the breastastic year of 1934, it’s aged AAA alcoholic voluptuous volume of 35% [P]ercent alcohol. [A/N: the plug was Reiner bc he gets a discount on the Jägarmeister due to his personal connections and big bonkers <3 Jain also hooks up with him from time to time soz ;).]
“Whhaaats that?” Ema says, not used to having friends.
The bottle’s natural hourglass curves ~ ooh la la la [A/N: Stan EXO… free my boy, Baekhyun from The War (an excellent EXO album so don’t free him from that… but rather, THE DRAFT) >_<]
“It’s just a silly goofy quirky game [A/N: deku moment] where you spin the bottle and the two people it lands on… have to SMOOCH” says Syghie.
The bottle seductively curves through the sensual spheric triangular pentatonix [A/N: if you dont know who Pentatonix are GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE] kinda acapella type shapely circle. Landing on Ritsuka and … shinigami … Ryuk.
Ritsuka is nervous because it’s her first smooch … with a shinigami, but she’s lowkey turned on by the concept. [A/N Ryuk is sexy hehehe. I don’t blame her xx].
Ryuk seductively approaches Ritsuka, his hourglass figure competing strongly with Jain’s Titanic tits…
Azuna breaks out into a cold, shiny sweat, glistening down the side of her assuna. “Not that sexy ass Shinigami trying to steal my girl.” she ponders, watching Ryuk smirk a devious smile.
Ryuk places his long fingered hands behind Ritsuka, brushing a stray hair away from her delicate face. Biting his lip, he leans in, tongue colliding with Ritsukas in the most slimy, cummy, kinda way <3.
Azuna begins screeching in One Direction, “Everybody’s trying to take her heart awAY. Couple million in the whole wide world, find another because she belongs to me!!!”
Light Yagami, sensing a cockblock to his dear apple-loving boss, decides to OFF with Azuna’s assuna. He begins writing her death sequence as Ritsuka and Ryuk continue to mold as one.
“My work is done for the day. Ah yes, I feel like I’m a God,” Yagami crunches on his honey buttered crisps, crumbs devouring his newly dry cleaned black turtleneck. [A/N: black turtleneck! Light changed my life…]
Oh but yes, the games have just begun… because as the gathering of the rectangular octagonal circle sphere’s members voyeur into the hot make out and (tbh fuck) sesh from Ryuk and Ritsuka, elsewhere…
Eren Jaeger, planning his rumbling, is alerted through his vibrating smart!cock ring (A/N: iCock) that there is in fact, a sleepover party! Smoking 60 weeds, he rises from his cocoon, as it is vital that he attends any party to ensure that the game of 7 minutes in heaven commences properly, according to proper protocol.
As Eren (he/him) enters the party, he man bun greasing his neck is sticky sweat, he senses an armored presence. “Damn, Reiner is hot af,” Eren moans at the alpha aroma that permeates off of Reiner from the home. Clutching his closet [A/N: that he brought for 7 minutes in heaven!!] and his pearls [A/N: breaking gender norms!], Eren prepares himself for the GOAT heat.
“I’ll also show you a sweet dream next night,” Eren sensually spanks on the door in morse code, relishing its whine as it bustPHILy [A/N: like dan and phil haha get it. :| > *. * < ]bangs open.
A/N : the Asahina twins will show up next character!