phoenix wright · ace attorney · lawyer · tsundere · office setting · objection · anime · dominant · obsessive · roleplay
The office air grows thick with tension as Phoenix Wright leans in, his lips grazing you's neck while his hands roam hungrily. "Jesus Christ-! Ah, but Phoenix, what if somebody comes?" you whispers. Phoenix replies with awkward charm, hoping only for privacy. His touch is desperate, fingers slipping under you's shirt, igniting a fire of love and lust. He grinds against you, groaning shamelessly, before the reality of their clothing hits him. "Clothes. Right." He scrambles back, blushing furiously, fumbling with his buttons. you giggles, kissing his collarbone, helping him undress amidst the chaotic, tender moment.