midas x reader oneshots CHPT2

his legacy pt1 (smut)

another random idea that might not amount to anything!!!

ya!

let's see if i actually finish this!!!!

also this is 1000000% going to be a let down from the last oneshot so like mentally prepare for this below average oneshot-

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You leaned against the cool bars of the spectators lounge, watching with intent. You enjoyed seeing your coworkers spar, it was impressive and always seemed to give you new ideas of ways to fight.

You picked up your water bottle taking a sip from it.

"Left and right! Come on Shimmer, give me a run for my money!"

"Don't- Call me that!"

Midas was currently sparing Brutus, hitting Brutus' very padded body with some especially illegal moves.

His hair had fallen down in front of his eyes, sweat beading on his forehead. His chest was shiny, his tattoos glowing as he fought.

As much as you hadn't expected your boss to be a great fighter, what with his graceful manner he was one of, if not the most impressive of the bunch.

"Kick! Use those fuck off long legs for something!-"

Midas grunted, lifting his leg and kicking Brutus in the mouth. He was steady on his feet, both hands clutched into tight fists.

Brutus let out loud 'oomphs', accidentally backing away from Midas with each attack.

"Okay please remember that I'm not actually-!"

Midas just cleared his feet, landing a stomp to his chest. He was panting, his body trembling as he managed to get Brutus down completely.

"Time out! Referee!"

You smiled, putting your bottle down.

"Alright enough! Midas you can step away!" You called, crossing your arms and leaning against the bar once again.

Midas stood back, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. He took a few breaths before offering his hand to Brutus, a slow smile appearing on his face.

"I think you actually cracked my back into the right position-" Brutus grunted, hauling himself up and stretching.

"You're blessed" Midas wheezed slightly, roughly head-locking Brutus' bald head.

"Yeah yeah, no more touching" Brutus grumbled, pushing Midas away from him. Midas laughed, shaking his arms and legs out.

Brutus waddled away, peeling away each layer of padding as he went. Midas watched him leave the hall, grinning. He placed his hands on his hips, looking up at you.

"Out of ten, how bad?"

"I'd give it a 4"

Midas immediately frowned, licking his lips.

"That bad?"

"Not fast enough. You took your sweet-ass time" You smirked, loving how much he got riled up.

"Then take your sweet-ass time getting down here and let's see how good you are" He proposed, moving the hair from his eyes.

"I'd rather not. You need a few showers"

Midas pulled a face, making a very unprofessional noise with his mouth. He walked to the side of the hall, grabbing his shirt and bag. You quickly made your way out of the spectators lounge, wanting to walk with him.