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My First Dream with Hudson Ahn 🧡 (One-Shot 🔞)

NSFW WARNING: This is basically a dirty one-shot at this point. So, be careful when you read this.💀

Bro, I took a nap a few days ago, and I almost forgot where I was when I woke up. But for the first time, tell me why… I didn’t have a dream about Gun this time. I had a dream of… HUDSON… MF… AHN???? BRUHH IM SCREAMIN!!!! EVEN I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. But just imagine, Hudson looking a bit older and matured. He still had that blonde hairstyle, but he had a bit of stubble on his chin and on his upper lip. IG you could say, he got a mustache-beard thing going on for not shaving. Reminds me a bit of Taesoo Ma… (Omg he’s following his teacher’s footsteps. 🤭) Imma be putting this in 2nd-person POV, as if you’re in it. I hope you don’t mind. Also, it’ll get dirty later on so bear with me. 😩✨ (He's so underrated man.)

On a cold chilly day outside, you were being chased around the neighborhood by a group of teenagers whom you have messed with after telling them off for smoking at a young age. They all looked scary and they resembled thugs, wearing black hoodies and masks to cover their faces while carrying steel bats in their hands. Up above, the sun began to set as the sky was starting to turn a mixed shade of golden yellow, red, and pink, initiating the transition from day to night.

While running around the neighborhood, you turned into a sharp corner then ran up to a house’s driveway, since there were a lot of big cars parked in front of it. The closest cars that you’ve hid behind was the newest version of a white Toyota Sequoia, and a tinted black Mercedes van parked parallel behind it. You needed a place to hide temporarily, so you felt for the door handles and tried to see if they were open. Trying the Mercedes first, it didn’t budge at all, so you made your way to the Toyota Sequoia. As if God was on your side, the door managed to open, in which you immediately hopped inside without any hesitation whatsoever. You didn’t think twice about how the car was left unlocked, but you didn’t care at all. You just needed a place to stay clear from those kids. The first thing you did, was locked every door from the inside to make sure that your hiding spot was safe and secured. You manually switched each lock on the doors, including the driver’s seat, the passenger’s seat beside it, and the two back doors. After doing so, you huddled in the corner of the right backseat and peeked out the window a few times. However, on your third peek, you caught one of the delinquents running and stopping in front of the car that you were in. You felt the need to close your eyes and cover your mouth to minimize any sound of breathing from revealing your hiding spot, regardless of you being inside the car. You didn’t want to take any chances of endangering yourself. Although you were trying so hard not to make any noises, you weren’t aware… that the windows weren’t tinted in this car. Only the Mercedes was.

When the kid’s eyes scanned his surroundings for a few seconds, his eyes then spotted the back of your head, that was peeking a bit through the window. The teenager snickered from behind the mask, and came closer towards the car you were staying in. As he dragged his steel baseball bat on the pavement, your body shook anxiously as the sound of that long metal scraping against the cement drove you into peak nervousness. Once you heard the dragging stopped. You waited by counting in your head, until the number lands on 100. 1… 2… 3… Right when you reached your last 100… You gave one heavy sigh before slowly turning around. Consequently, you didn’t expect to meet eye contact with the intimidating teenager, as he started to bash the side of the car aggressively. You ducked onto the floor of the car and hugged yourself, sobbing while scared out of your wits. Lost in the terrifying ruckus of chaos, you suddenly heard a new voice yell from outside of the car.

“HEY, KID! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY CAR?!”

The shady teen immediately dropped his weapon, and ran off, leaving you in that car unharmed but shaking in fear. From inside the car, you heard the loud ping of the bat hitting the floor, which made you curious for only a second until your mind reverted back to staying cautious, without having to check to see who it was. Although you were sitting below the seats, you saw a shadowy silhouette on the car floor, of someone creeping closer to the car. You heard the person tug at the driver seat’s door handle, and heard knocking on the door saying, “Hey, I know you’re in there! This is the owner of the car!! Whoever you are, you better open the door right now, or else I’ll have no choice but to force you out!!!” You remembered that this wasn’t your car in the first place and, by doing the right thing, you decided to unlock the door in front of you and open it.

When reaching over to unlock the door in front of you, you pulled on the latch to open the door. And as you pushed the door open, everything moved in slow motion. A tall handsome blonde with a bit of stubble who was wearing a long black coat with light brown fur surrounding his collar and front, revealed himself from outside of the door. As your eyes locked with each other, his eyes widened at the sight of you sitting on the floor, sobbing. In shock, he asked in concern, “(Y/N), is that you??? What happened?!” He immediately got in the car and shut the door behind him, locking it afterwards. You wiped your eyes, embarrassed at how feeble you looked before him, allowing him to help you up from the floor. He scooped you up into his arms, and embraced you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder to take in your sweet scent. You shifted your face towards him, baffled at how close your face was to his.

“H-Hudson?! What are you-”

“Just let me stay like this for a while.”

“Hold on, I need to check to see if they’re all gone first!”

As you leaned closer to the foggy window, you wiped a part of the glass to check outside to see if the coast was clear. While checking, however, you felt his arms surround your waist then pulled you onto his lap to force you to look at him. His eyes gazed into yours fiercely, with a serious look on his face. The glint in his intense eyes were starting to scare you, causing you to try and push away from him. Hudson kept you on him, with his hands holding onto your hips firmly, not daring to let you go. Finally, you gave into his strength, which resulted in you asking him, “Why are you doing this?” Hudson maintained his gaze on you as you suddenly felt one of his hands sneak its way underneath your top, caressing your warm back with his cool hand. You gasped at the feeling of his cold hand on your back, which made you flinch at his unexpectedly chilling touch. “I haven’t heard from you in days. No phone calls…” You witnessed his face drew closer onto your neck then felt his lips skim over your soft skin, leaving cool kisses down your neck. Earning a slight moan from you, you clasped your hand onto your mouth right away, afraid that someone passing by outside might hear you. “No text messages…” The feeling of his hot breath tickling your neck made you shiver to the core, as if your body was starting to react longingly to his touches. Hudson drew his head back to take a long glimpse at your eyes again, now staring back at him helplessly while you were panting in aching infatuation. The facial expression on his face remained indifferent, still peering at you spitefully. “How can you do this to your own boyfriend? Making me wait for you to come back to me. Yet somehow, you actually did…” You felt one of his hands release your back, coming to cup one of your cheeks into his hand tenderly. Staring into your glistening eyes due to the golden rays of the sunset, his gaze resulted in a glint of loneliness. He spoke in a low whisper, saying earnestly, “I don’t care if you came here unwillingly or not. As long as you’re here beside me, then that’s all that matters. But if you’re still mad at me because of that argument we had last week, then I’m sorry. I can’t bear to lose you. You really had no idea how much I missed you…” His face closed in on you, until his lips converged with yours. The way your soft lips pressed against his made him yearn for more, suddenly feeling his hand from behind your back to unclip your bra, and his other hand gliding down your pants to feel your heated private. In return, you wrapped your arms around his neck and moaned into his mouth, now feeling his fingers pleasure you from underneath. Pulling away from his lips, you asked in a shaky breath, “W-what… Hah… are you… Hngh- trying to… do…?” A hint of lust from him bored into your gem-like eyes, as he warned dangerously, “Your boyfriend hasn’t gotten an apology yet, even though he already apologized on his end. Shouldn’t you do the same too?” His hand prompted to play with your clit, rubbing it in circles, as if he knew how to make your body react to him perfectly. While still clinging onto his neck, you arched your back in bliss, spewing pleased sighs that he loved so much. The hand that was still on your back pulled your bra off, in which you released your arms from his neck for a brief moment to drop your bra onto the floor, only to return around him once more. While mewling in front of him due to how he was pleasing you with his blessed hand, a playful smile formed on his face, saying in a teasing manner, “Look at my girl, all turned on in front of me. You can’t say it, huh? Did you miss me, when I used to touch you like this?” Without warning, his fingers transferred onto your wet folds, massaging them and gaining light whimpers from you. He was just warming his fingers up, ready to penetrate your tight insides with his digits. Feeling his fingers insert themselves into you, you cried out in euphoria as your arms then embraced his entire body tightly, with your head currently burying deep onto his shoulder.

Satisfied by your reactions to him so far, he cooed into your ear, “Oh, you have no idea how much I wanted to see you again. Your face, your body... God, even those sounds that I loved hearing so much... I missed all of that. I know that we haven't done this in a while. I just wanted to show you how much I longed to see you, my sweet girl~" Hudson pumped his fingers into you, making you whine under his touch. Every erotic wail that emitted from your pretty mouth was like music to his ears. It's an addictive song that he'd love to listen to everyday, if he could. He wanted to hear more of those beautiful whimpers of yours, and his eyes craved the sight of your naked body on him again. You eyed him warily, as his free hand grasped the hem of your sweater to pull it up. However, you immediately gripped his wrist and asked him dubiously, "W-what if... people s-see us... doing this...? Hudson stopped pleasuring you altogether, then carefully took out his hand from within your heat. His head turned to his side to view the window next to him, curiously. Darkness was already creeping into the car with shadows shrouding half of his handsome face. Assuringly, he stated, "You don't have to worry about other people seeing us. The sky is getting dark anyways, and it's about time that many people would rather just stay at home when night falls. Besides..." Once he felt your hand released his wrist, he speedily took your hand in his, then brought the back of your hand onto his lips. Kissing it ever so gingerly, he murmured charmingly, "We can go all out. Right here, right now. Unless, you want to take the main event back to my place..." Almost right on cue, you felt your face flushed heatedly, bright red like a cherry tomato. Hudson chuckled at your adorable reaction, gently setting your hand down onto your side. For some reason, you had a feeling that the place where his car was parked at right now, wasn't even his actual home. In return, you shyly avoided his gaze then replied with, "It would be nice, if... we could... share a bigger space... with just the two of us..." It didn't take long for Hudson to understand your wish. With a mellow kiss on your forehead, he gave an apprehensive nod, then answered back. "Of course princess, anything for you. But first, do this one thing for me. Please, I can't take it any longer. I've been dying to see you without clothes again. You're just so beautiful, I can't help but get that picture of you out of my head, while you were away. I'm sorry..." With a sympathetic glance at his eyes, you couldn't help but give into him. Even though you had no clue at what argument he was talking about, you ended up blurting out an unexpected, "I'm sorry, as well... I didn't mean to upset you from what I had done or said to you... I hope you can forgive me too..." You saw his eyes expand in surprise at your apology, then dilated affectionately at your wholesome kindness. At that moment, he thought, how could I be so lucky? Having such a compassionate girlfriend who's willing to go back and beyond for him, for as important as an apology, made him admire you in awe. Eagerly without saying a word, he resumed to help you strip out of every piece of clothing you had on, persistently wanting to inspect every inch of your exposed body. Every curve, every blemish you had, and every scar displayed on you, he wanted to see ALL of you for himself. Selfish as it may be, he knew it all far too well. It was a familiar feeling when it came to you, and it was the only time that he's allowed to be selfish.

Usually, he'd be out and about, protecting the streets of Ansan. It is his responsibility to uphold such an important position as the leader of Ansan Public, and to carry out his master, Taesoo Ma's, will of defending Ansan. Included in his responsibilities, he had an even bigger role of filling in as a crew member for Daniel Park's Allied Crew ever since he had asked him to join. Hudson believed that the work he had was truly exhausting, but it was his duty to fulfill them in the first place. He HAD to do it, or else... who would? As the last of your panties slid down your silky smooth legs and was tossed aside onto the floor by him, his eyes scanned your delicate figure in front of him. Sitting on his lap like that naked, sparked a sense of fiery passion inside of him. His eyes traveled down your entire body. From your captivating eyes, to your lovely lips, to your spotless neck, to your uncovered breasts, to your smooth stomach, to your heat that was also now bare for him to observe... Your exposed self lit up a burning desire underneath his pants, which led him to clench his teeth in sexual frustration due to how swollen his own private had gotten. You could even feel his boner too, poking onto your wet heat from beneath his pants. Blushing a small tint of red on his caricature, he reluctantly looked down at his own sex then proceeded to unbuckle his own belt and unbutton his pants. Once he successfully done so, he unzipped them with ease. Before taking them off entirely, he asked, "Babe, can you help remove them for me?" Little did he know, you'd actually offer to help him out of his pants regardless if he asked you to or not. Meticulously, you got off his lap then helped him out of his pants, gripping onto the sides and sliding them down. Pushing them down himself, he watched you remove every pant leg off of him. Watching them slither off of each leg made your heart beat rapidly inside your chest, fully anticipating the reveal of his hard member. Your core was already pulsating as well, at how excited he had gotten you. His private hasn't been put on display yet, and you're already thirsting to get a hold of him. Hudson could definitely feel the sexual tension between you and himself, with your eyes seething with temptation, while his exhibited restlessness to give you what you've been pining for. His eyes observed you, finally trailing his hands down onto his briefs to take them off. Attentively, you watched as he stripped them off, displaying his entire length. It was definitely at a length that was considered to be “above average”. His phallus was pretty, having slight veins running down the side of his erection and his tip was a pale pink color. His balls were also a sight to behold as well, visibly big and bulging. Granted that he had such a beautiful shaft, there was a bit of hair on his manhood, since he decided not to shave. He really didn’t expect to run into you like this, especially when matters took an unexpected turn for such a hot and heavy scenario.

“(Y/N), come closer. I know that we haven’t done this for quite some time now, and I get it. But, I need you to please me like how you usually do. Can you do that for me?”

Kneeling down on your knees in front of his stiffness, there was no sense of indecision in your lust-filled eyes when you looked up at him with a strong impression of determination. You didn’t want to let him down, so you tried your best to make him feel good as best as you can. Widely, your mouth opened and took in his throbbing tip. Hudson groaned at the feeling of you starting to suck on his head, tongue swirling and all. “Mmm, fuck…” He cursed lightly under his breath, marveling at the scenery of you basically worshipping his cock beneath him. You played around with his rock hard manhood, getting into the rhythm of how things were supposed to go, transitioning to drag your tongue all over his length. From his balls, to his peachy tip, he felt the wetness of your saliva and your hot breath grazing his cock as if your thirst was surrounding him. Not to mention, those eyes… he thought, were just filled with jaded carnality. Hungry eyes, that were dangerously bewitching. The eyes that belonged to a hungry fox, whose been dying to devour him just like how he’d been yearning the same for you. The similar amount of passion that you had compared to him, made his mind go feral for you. His one and only girl, whose innocence had ceased ever since he had seduced you once more in this very car. It somehow made him relieved to see you like this, only thirsting for him. In all honesty, he became worried about how your perception of him might’ve changed because of that little argument you had with him. Is she still upset with me? What if she’s been searching for someone else? Has she gotten tired of me? Did I not fulfill my role as her loving boyfriend? Have I not been spending enough time with her? The jittery thoughts that he had were starting to eat away at him over the past few days. However, he currently doesn’t have to worry about that anymore. No, not a single thing. The only thing that’s important to him now was that you’re here with him. This was already proof enough that you still loved him, since you would’ve already fought your way out of this car if you still held a grudge against him. Just the way you were pleasuring him had helped regain his confidence back, which reassured him that everything will be fine.

Continuing with your naughty blowjob on him, your mouth encompassed him again, but this time your concave sank down onto his cock. While breathing in through your nose, you took in every inch into your mouth cautiously, along with his manly musk from his hardness that made your core throb in excitement. By being the disciplined girl that you are, your eyes began to water due to how huge he felt inside of your moist passageway, sliding down into your throat. The way your eyes were tearing up because of how huge he was, was like a symbolic compliment to him, that only you could give him. With his clean hand, he ardently wiped away the moisture from your eyes to help clear your vision for you. As you felt his solid tip hit the back of your throat, you did not waste any time with the marvelous head you were giving him. You pumped his thick shaft while slurping him up and crashing your lips down onto his balls, creating this nasty symphonic play on sounds that filled the car. Hudson’s breathing hitched, groaning every time you massaged his cock with your talented mouth. With one of his hands, he pushed your silky hair back by combing his fingers through your hair delicately from the top of your scalp, all the way down to the tips of your hair. His eyes wanted to feast at the view of you devouring him even further. He rested his hand on top of your head, giving you encouraging head pats then said adoringly, “Hah… (Y/N), I really missed you. Including your mouth. You’re just so good at giving me head. It always makes me wonder how did I even afford to love someone, as breathtaking as you?” Alongside your sloppy top, you moaned onto his cock, while blowing him up and down. His compliments got you even more turned on than before, wanting him to praise you even more for the service that you’re giving him. Your eyes took a glance at his handsome face, watching him fall deeper into untamed corruption. His sexy grunts made you overjoyed at how well you were satisfying him, earning a small smile on your lips while sucking on his dick. You wanted to lose yourself more to him, and him to give himself in to you as well. The thoughts of wanting to please each other so desperately made this all too good to be true. Hudson felt his own cock twitch at how close he was to his climax, sliding his hand down to the back of your head. “Keep going princess, you’re almost there. You’re doing so well, don’t stop…” Your mouth picked up the pace, trying to catch his high until finally, you felt his dick burst into your mouth with a crazy explosion. His ejaculation was immaculate, which caused you to close your eyes, taking in the delicious taste of his cum on your tastebuds. Giving a huge gulp, you felt his sperm ooze down your throat, all the way to your stomach. When he came down your throat he grunted heavily, looking down at your mouth overflowing through its corners with his own milky seed, and watched you swallow his fresh milk down your throat. If only his own kids would’ve been pumped into you the other way around…

Hudson’s mind spiraled down into a complete mess. As he observed you releasing his dick from your mouth, you gasped for air, trying to recover yourself from all the work you just did from sucking him off. It was no easy feat, but you still got the job done somehow. However, while trying to regain your strength back, you felt him grab you by the underarms and hoisted you up like a doll. Eyes widened in bewilderment for his sudden carry, as he placed you on his lap, right where your womanhood pressed against his warm ramrod. His powerful glance made your whole body weak, sending shivers down your spine from his intimidating libido. When your eyes inadvertently avoided his eyes bashfully, he grasped your chin tightly, compelling you to stare into his sensually dark eyes. Staring at his attractive features, you took the time to observe him.

“You want me too… don’t you?”

Hudson licked his lips seductively before drawing his face closer to your neck, then dove onto your skin, nibbling onto you until he decided to press on a spot to suck on. He loved kissing your neck every time, since he knew that was one of your weak spots. Unlike the previous times that he remembered having sex with you, this time was a bit different. For some unknown reason, he felt the urge to dominate you. To make you his, as much as possible. Even though this was clearly make-up sex for the both of you, he couldn’t resist his insatiable hunger for you. He tried to keep himself intact by treating you right. Giving you gentle kisses, and by taking things slow. But this time… how come he can’t do it? It was like something was possessing him to change. Was this a guilty pleasure of his that he just discovered for himself, only today? While sucking on your neck, your hands brushed against his strong muscular biceps then landed on his shoulders, attaining lewd whimpers out of you during your marking. Unconsciously, you grind your kitty onto his dick and threw your head back slightly, calling out his name.

“Hu… Hud- … son~!”

In response, Hudson’s eyes enlarged at the sound of your succulent voice, moaning his name out for him in that broken tone. He was taken aback since he had never heard you call out his name like that before, but the sound of your voice was as if his name was meant to be called out by you. It felt perfect to the ears. In addition to this, the way you were working your hips onto him was making him go insane. Was this really you? He didn’t want to think of how his favorite girl was now turning into his personal slave, since he didn’t want to lose himself to such sinful thoughts. Yet, just the thought of it brought him to the intense arousal that he’s currently feeling through his dick. Damn it. This is making me go crazy, he thought. Feeling the friction of your drenched pussy on his member, resulted in him to hum in delight. At last, his lips parted from your neck to stare down at the hickey he just created, commemorating himself for the lovely mark that represented you belonging to him. Listening to you sighing in need, Hudson studied your face in fixation. The way you’re working yourself onto him, provoking him to shove his own cock inside of you, made him huff in defeat.

“Forgive me, (Y/N). I don’t think I can last another minute if I don’t feel you right now. You’re making me go insane here. I can’t resist. Fuuuck…”

Immediately, he grabbed onto his girth and positioned himself upwards. You lifted yourself up by utilizing his shoulders for support, to hover over his phallic sex organ. While doing so, you sensed his crown rubbing against your slick, making you cry out in urgency. Teetering, you rocked your hips to match the movements of his rubbing, as you begged erotically, “Please Hudson, put it inside me! I can’t take it anymore… I need you right now~” Hudson gave a baffled scoff at your reaction to his tease, replying with, “If only you could see yourself through a mirror, then you’ll know what you’ve been doing to me. I should punish you, naughty girl…” Consequently, he gave in to his wicked desires, wanting to display his authority over you as your possessive boyfriend. A glimpse of dominion clouded his eyes, as he suddenly told you to, “Hold my dick upright for me.” You knew what was about to happen, and as eager as you were, you obeyed him willingly. Your hand felt for his solid shaft then held onto it upright. But what you didn’t predict, was how Hudson wrapped his bulky arms around both of your legs to spread them in front of him and lift you up above him.

In a deep husky voice, he asked “Are you ready?”

You gave a nod of approval, watching him intuitively, plunging you down onto his cock beneath the both of you. The top part of his cock slid right in with ease into your soaking cunt, winning an instinctive whine of gratification from you while letting go of his manhood, that was already in the process of stretching your insides. Your eyebrows scrunched up in pleasure, in which you bit your bottom lip in rapture from how good he was penetrating your tight pussy. “Ahhh~!!” was all Hudson could hear, as he lowered your whole entire body down onto him. Simultaneously, he groaned in aphrodisia, enthralled by the sensation of his own thickness being squeezed by your own saturated tightness. Also loving the sobs that you were broadcasting in the car, he just noticed how small you were compared to him, since he could lift your dainty body up so easily. He wasn’t sure if it was the size difference between you two, but he found that hidden detail to be quite attractive and enticing. Right when he bottomed out, you felt his stiffness poke your cervix, achieving a pleased sigh from the both of you at the same time.

“Go ahead and ride me, princess. If you want it that badly, then you gotta earn it. Remember, I’m punishing you~”

You then tilted your head down to look at him with puppy-dog eyes, which resulted in him to laugh at how cute you are. After releasing your legs onto his sides, he smoothed out your hair from the top of your head soothingly, grinning at you in mischief.

“No, that won’t work on me this time. Sorry babe.”

At this stage, you really had no choice. Feeling subjugated, you raised your hips all the way up, to the point where his head was the only part of his dick that was still buried into your squelching pussy. Hudson released a hot, “Ugghhh... Shit (Y/N), you’re so tight…" feeling his manhood gliding from your deep soaking heat. You decided to have a little fun with him yourself, as you held your position up there, with your ass hanging in the air. Meanwhile, a smirk shaped itself on your face and your eyes gleamed sensually. Underneath the darkness, the moon rose up in the sky. Silver moonlight reigned down onto your exposed body through the glass window of the car, radiating this ravishing luminescent aura from you. Hudson was mesmerized by your hypnotizing movements underneath the moonlight, swaying your hips back and forth as if you're giving him a lap dance, still connected to you. You kept your tantalizing eyes on him, without glancing at the biker passing by the car for only a few seconds or the cars that drove by without caring about your business with him inside that little space. You didn't care anymore if the two of you get caught at all. It was you and him, alone in the dark together, with your bodies being the only source of warmth for each other. As you continued to tease him, you leaned close to his left ear then gave one long lick on his earlobe then nibbled on him, causing his entire face to heat up under the outline of the streetlights outside of the vehicle. Close to his ear, you could hear his breathing getting heavier, trying to control his composure in front of you, resisting your temptation. You decided to transition to his neck, now shifting your lips on his jaw. Kissing down on him, you heard him groan at your sultry affection. Synchronously, you felt one of his hands gripped one of your voluptuous ass cheeks, while his other hand grabbed onto the back of your head and pulled you away from his neck to separate your lips from him. Your gaze was now fixated on his eyes that were now covered in sexual hostility. Burning deep into your pupils, he brought your face close to his, now staring at you with foreign harshness.

Ominously, he gave you a warning saying, “You better stop playing with me or else you’re going to regret it.”

Hudson let his horniness control his actions now, as he released your head from behind then landed on your other ass cheek with a smack, gaining a yelp of sharp pain to flow through your body. Both of his hands seized your ass solidly, and with one powerful pull, your pussy hammered down onto him by swallowing his whole entire length again. You arched your back in contentment, loving the sensation of him taking control of your body for only a brief moment.

"Ride me."

The demand he just gave you made your cunt flutter inside of you, earning a gruntled mumble at how your sticky walls were beating around him. "Do it now, you slut."

Oh, he had no idea how his harsh words had turned you on so much. You abided to his will, giving him what he wanted all along. Repeatedly, you rode him like there's no tomorrow. With your hands still placed on his shoulders, you pulled yourself up and slammed your divine womanhood onto his love-stick, which made the both of you huff and puff. Exchanging heavy exhales of decadence, both pairs of eyes locked onto one another in gluttony. Having the great urge to wrap your arms around his neck, you moaned out his name multiple times like you were reciting a chanting saying, "Ahhh~ Hudson... Ohhh~ Hudson... Hu-Hud... son~!!!"

While watching you dip yourself down onto his shaft, the filthy sloshing sounds of your walls gripping onto his sex organ turned Hudson's mind into a beastly state, only focusing on the magnitude of pleasure gathering inside him. Every time you became drunk with every pierce of his dick hitting your g-spot, he snickered at your drooling facial expression, saying, "Your mind has been corrupted, love. Does my cock inside you really make you feel that good?" One of his hands retreated from your ass to hold your face by your bottom jaw. A flash of devious intent was presented on his caricature, while you maintained your bounces on him. Adventurously, his experimental side divulged, which led him to degrade you even more.

“Goddamn… The way you were toying with me not too long ago, you were getting a good kick out of it, weren’t you? You sly hustler...”

You felt one of his hands snaked its way up towards your back. His fingers caressed your spine ever so slightly, making you shiver while you kept on pleasuring him with your cunt. When his hand pressed against your upper back, he pulled you in closer to him, as your chest was now pressed against his. You felt the warmth of his body heat emanating from him, even though his upper body was still fully clothed. The scent of his manly cologne from his clothing made you sigh in intoxication, taking in his attractive scent while your own arms wrapped around him even more, trailing your fingers through his blonde tresses from the nape of his neck.

“You’re getting a little greedy there, my love. Wouldn’t it be nice if we experimented with each other like this, for a while? I want to see what I can do to you, now that you’re acting like my favorite little slut~”

You felt his hand from your back travel to the front of your breast, which made your body tingle with goosebumps. When Hudson’s hand held one of your bouncy breasts, he groped it in his hand then started to massage it gently, leading you to moan in his ear in jubilation. Reacting to his stimulation of another sweet spot on your body, your pussy began to pulsate in rapture, causing it to excrete more lewd juices from how aroused he got you. Your body was now in his control, which caused his mind to flood with many of his desires. The thought of getting nasty for each other, was an act of strong and devoted loyalty to him. You really are HIS, and he’d be willing to do anything and everything to make your mind and body remember. By kissing you, licking you, and touching you… he’d do all of that for his one and only princess. The love of his life. He’d give you a hundred kisses or more on your body for you to forgive him, if you asked him to. That was just his way of showing how much he loved you, and how he wasn’t willing to let you go… Ever.

Witnessing you crumble from his groping and how his cock was hitting your cervix every time your drenched heat collapsed onto his member, made him feel a sense of superiority over you. He was unsure if he should feel guilty for treating you differently than usual, but from his perspective, it seems like you were enjoying it. A little TOO much, if you asked him. Your arms wrapped around him and your body pressed up against his was your way of not ever wanting to let him go. Even the connection of your two body parts colliding with one another, drowning in the tunes of sinful juicy elation made you and Hudson feel extreme lechery for each other. Although this was the case, he kept going with his pleasing, now beginning to swirl his thumb onto your nipple, giving it a few flicks here and there. By getting a good reaction out of you, you jolted from the sudden feeling, like electricity shot right through you in a flash. You heaved, breathing out in a tremor, “Hud- … s-son~!!!” Your trembling voice really was his weakness. It was like energy had restored in his body, giving him this extra sense of adrenaline. His touches became rougher, as he started to pinch and pull on your nipple, stealing cries out from your lungs while your sloppy dribbles on his cock got messier by the minute. Hudson’s member even restored its solidity, in which you felt him enlarge and expand your cramped walls even more, stretching them out to its full capacity. As he viewed your disheveled self, he believed that he was looking at a moon goddess. Bathing under the lunar’s dazzling shine, your exposed body was really a sight to behold. Those twinkling rain-drop eyes focused only on his own dark obsidian gems… Those rosy cheeks visible, even when surrounded by darkness… Those soft lips that are far heavenly than anyone could ever imagine… Those curves on your perfect body as if carved in exquisite detail for a commissioned Renaissance statue… Everything about you that he was scanning for himself, were all his. You were all his.

Hudson wanted to praise you even more, for being so divine. Knowing that someone, as stunning as you, who’s been rocked to the core from his own will gets him very turned on. Still vocalizing sexy whimpers from his vivacious plays on your nipple, Hudson’s face drew closer towards your own, until he stopped a few centimeters away from yours. Feeling your panting breath on him, he gave you an order that you wouldn’t think twice about doing.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, my dear slut.”

Almost immediately, you gladly obeyed him, watching his face magnetize towards you. In an instant, his eyes changed to a very primal gleam, indicating that he was about to turn it up a notch. Seeing that you have done what you were told to do, he opened his mouth slightly too, and pulled himself into you for a very heated kiss. His tongue brushed against your tongue mildly at first, until he decided to assert his dominance by roughly pressing his lips to yours and by pushing his tongue deeper into your cavity to explore your mouth. The sucking of your tongues, along with the feverish moans that escaped your mouth with your “Ahhn~” and your “Mmm~” ‘s caused him to pinch on your nipple more. You were already a moaning disaster, yet Hudson’s domineering character decided to shove his free hand down your private and fiddle with your clit, making you sob in desperation for a release. Tears started to stream down your face because of the unbearable amount of pleasure that he was giving you. From his beastly cock, to his talented hands, you were all set for the most intense orgasm of your life.

Already edging in on your climax, Hudson felt your sex ringing around him, spasming out like it was about to burst any minute. Groaning into your mouth erotically, his kiss for you deepened, still wanting more of that sweet taste of your tongue on him. The claps of your ass landing on his groin stayed consistent, not allowing yourself to stop rebounding on his thickness until his tip manages to properly bruise and hurt your insides, especially your cervix. Your arms that were clutched around him loosened, slipping your hands down his broad and muscular back, feeling every muscle that seemed to have made you even wetter than before.

Everything in this setting felt like a fever dream. You and Hudson were unaware that all of the car’s windows were more fogged up than before due to the excessive body heat and air that was being exhaled from the both of you. On top of that, the both of you were ignorant to the fact that the car had been rocking back and forth violently for about two hours now. Even some civilians who were passing by, noticed the creaking car and would point it out in awe.

“Mommy, why is that car moving?”

“L-let’s just keep walking son, there’s nothing to see there…”

Little did those bystanders know, an eventful occasion of sin was taking place inside that car. Hands grabbing, mouths clashing, bodies grinding… It was definitely a sporadic phenomenon to witness.

Within the car, Hudson’s lips parted from yours, since he craved to hear those addictive noises that he loved hearing you announce for him, being the only one to hear them. At that moment, you were screaming at the top of your lungs over the euphoric feeling of ecstasy, clawing onto his jacked trapezius through his coat, trying to find comfort in him for you to ease into your orgasm. He too, was almost at the point of ejecting his own release. Sensing that he’s almost there because of his swelling manhood, his eyes turned to you in preparation for the both of you to release at the same time.

Panting, you wailed in fervor, “Hudson… Hah… I’m… g-going to… cum~!”

Hudson gave the final line, saying in a deep sultry voice, “Cum for me, my dirty little whore~”

On one final snap of your hips, your legs gave up on you as your body fell onto his meaty dick due to your last breath of the little amount of stamina you had left in your body. At long last, your pussy convulsed around his stiff cock, gripping onto it with dire need for his semen to release simultaneously with you. When your muscle contractions released, your vaginal juices squirted right on his hard wood, causing you to scream his name out saying, “Hudson~!!!!” Alongside you, his member felt your walls clamp around his throbbing sex, forcing him to shoot his load into you which led to your uterus expanding in volume. Coating every crevice inside of your tight vaginal muscle with his own thick milky cum, you and Hudson both shuddered from the resolution of your climaxes. While still trying to regain oxygen into your lungs, Hudson proudly kissed your forehead after wrapping his arms around you tightly while the two of remained connected in body underneath.

In adoration, he said impressed, “You did so good, (Y/N). I didn’t think that you’d have a dirty side to you like this. You had me in awe…”

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the remembrance of how shameless you were with your actions during your intimacy with Hudson. However, he reassured you by giving your lips a small peck before burying his own head in the crook of your neck while cradling you in his arms lovingly. Sighing, he felt contentment at how he just experienced the most mind-blowing sex in his life. Of course, that person that he did it with was you, and he couldn't think of anyone else in the world who he'd share such passion with. You were his muse, and he wouldn't trade you in with anyone in the world.

Hudson unraveled his arms around you then smiled at your sweaty face, with your cheeks still flushed in deep red and your chest heaving, trying to recollect yourself. "Babe, I'll be driving us both back to my place in a second so I need to get dressed right now. I'm sorry that I have to ask you to get off of me so soon. But don't worry, we'll get plenty of time to cuddle later."

For only a short moment, your eyes displayed a disappointed glimpse, before you had to pull yourself off of him. The mixed discharge that was overflowing out of your cunt and down his balls were liberated from your snug kitty, allowing his love-stick to spring out freely. His cock was coated in all of its sticky glory, glistening in dirty body fluids under the moonlight. Right when you got on your feet, you winced at the feeling of pines-and-needles in your legs from having your legs bent for too long, which stopped your blood circulation to flow through them. You almost fell onto the floor until Hudson caught you by the waist and said, "Woah, that was close. Be careful, (Y/N)." Turning around, you thanked him saying, "Thanks Hud-" Damn. What an attractive sight to behold.

When you turned around to thank him, your eyes trailed down from his face, down to his shaft, that was dripping in all of its splendor. Curious at what you were staring at, Hudson followed your gaze down to his own private, then smirked. He laid out both of his arms behind the carseats' head placements on either side of him with his legs spread out, staring back at you with a playful grin. "Hurry up and toss me my clothes if you want to get out of here quicker. We'll go for another round once we get there."

Snapping you out of your dirty thoughts, you immediately got his remaining clothes off of the floor, including yours. You handed them to him, and once he took them out of your hands, he snatched your clothes right out of your hands then quickly tossed them at the very back of the car. Unable to reach them, you glared at him yelling, "What was that for?!" He smirked at your outburst saying, "You won't be needing those anytime soon since I did say, that we're going for Round Two when we get there." While watching him get fully dressed, you stared at him in distress protesting, "But my-" Suddenly, he tossed you his coat then said cheekily, "Take it. It'll help cover your body while we get there. In the meantime, you're still under your punishment. So, blame yourself for being a bad girl and deal with it. And just stay here in the back for now, it's cold outside." As he unlocked the nearest door to him, he got out of the car to head into the driver's seat. Right when he got himself comfortable in his seat, you took his coat and pulled it over yourself, now wearing it to conceal your naked body. When he started the car, he turned on the headlights, switched the defroster on, and hit the gas pedal. The car drove out of the driveway and down into the street, speeding towards the rightful destination that you both so coveted for.

. . .

When you were heading up to his condo, you awkwardly passed by his neighbors while trying to cover yourself with his coat. It was all fun and games, watching you anxiously greet people who passed by you, on Hudson's end. He was obviously enjoying the sight of you having to try and act normal, when he introduced you as his girlfriend to his neighbors. Good thing that didn't last too long.

The both of you reached the front door of his place, as he unlocked it with a passcode. Right when he opened the door for you, you walked in slowly, feeling your heart hammering through your ribcage, already awaiting what was about to go down. Once you heard the door shut behind you, Hudson did no hesitate to attack you from behind. His hands grabbed onto your waist, spinning you around to lock his lips onto yours wildly, with your arms now flinging over his neck to cling onto him again. You felt his hands glide down your thighs as his robust grip lifted you up from the ground, coercing you to wrap your legs around his waist. As he carried you all the way to his bedroom, your lips never left each other until you both made it to his bed. He threw you onto the bed with such force, that you felt your back hit the mattress with a thud. When your eyes focused on him, you noticed how the room was basked almost in complete darkness, except for the huge glass window beside his bed that welcomed in the presence of the full moon. During his little strip show, you caught a glimpse of his eyes that were now glimmering in pure lust, taking off every layer of clothing that he had. Patiently, you watched him take off his sweater, then his shirt that he pulled over his head, as his toned body is engulfed in lunar light with his rock hard abs and beefy arms. God, he's so hot. May the Lord have mercy for what he's about to do...

"Lose the coat. Tonight, you won't be needing it with what I'm about to do to you."

Blushing uncontrollably, you took the coat off yourself and threw it onto the floor right next the bed. Waiting for him like the good girl that you are, you examined your boyfriend undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. Promptly, he slid them right off and tossed them to the side. He did the same with his briefs, as he removed it and dropped them to the floor, without any train of thought in his actions. His mind was already going feral just by imagining all the wonderful things in bed that he wanted to do with you at that very moment. Hudson didn’t waste any time as he climbed onto the bed, creeping towards you like a beast who locked his eyes on his prey. With speed as fast as a panther’s pounce, he grabbed onto your legs then dragged you towards him. A gasp escaped through your lips, as your back laid flat onto the bed while your head was now facing him upwards.

In one command, he said in an imposing fashion, “Spread your legs for me.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice.

Swiftly, you did so without any signs of doubt. With a triumphant snicker, he held onto your legs on both sides after saying, “Good girl.” He then dug his face into your heat, as he began to eat you out like a starving man. Throwing your head back in bliss, you felt his tongue flick your clit multiple times. The sensation of his salivated tongue uttered pleased moans that were emitted from your vocal chords. Without thinking, you ran your fingers through his hair, grabbing onto a tuft of his blonde tendrils.

"Ahhh~, Hudson..."

In between his slurping and tongue fucking, his thirsty eyes peeked at you from in between your legs, murmuring, "That's right, keep calling my name out. Just like that..."

Resuming his need to devour you, he tightened his grip on your legs and began to vigorously dig his tongue into you, causing you to squirm and squeal at the sensation of his inhumane tongue.

Gasping, you called out in response to his blessed mouth saying, “O-oh god, Hudson~!! Don’t stop~!!!”

Clenching your hands deeper in your grasp on his hair, Hudson obliged to quicken his pace on your sopping cunt by angling his tongue onto the right spot, teasing you out on your g-spot. Arching your back in response gave him a sense of great satisfaction, encouraging him to keep going until your body couldn’t take it anymore. In immense pleasure, you called out to him screaming, “Hudsooooon~!!!!” Your insides pulsed around his tongue, resulting in a shower of your juices to squirt erratically onto his tongue. Leaving you breathless, his face drew back from your pussy, meeting with your eyes critically. With your warm juices still lingering on the sides of his mouth, he licked the corners of his mouth sexily, still maintaining his solicitous eye contact with you. The warmth on your cheeks burned a very bright red, yet even under the moon’s shimmer, it was still noticeable. Hudson shifted towards your side then laid back onto the end next to you.

Leisurely, he got comfortable onto the bed, giving you another instruction for you to follow. “Suck on it.”

Without having to refuse, you crawled in between his legs and got into position. Feeling for his solid member, you pumped his shaft a few times before you teased him right. The direct eye contact you gave him made him tense up in anticipation, wondering what you had in mind. While still maintaining your ravenous eyes on him, you took his member in your hand, then started to lick the side of his cock like a lollipop. A sweet, delicious, treat that only you were in possession of. Winning a few moans from him, your mouth curved devilishly, already sensing that he’s at the brink of losing his wits just by feeling his gonad stiffen into its rock-like form. Enjoying the sight of your boyfriend being pleasured by you, resulted in you feeling a tremendous sense of achievement. “You really are a naughty girl, aren’t you, (Y/N)? But, you’re so good at teasing. I should be careful while I’m around you, from now on…” His praises were irresistible to the ears, which made you decide your next move. Gifting him what he wanted out of you, you gladly took his mouthwatering length into your mouth. This time, you were quite into it. Your hand massages his thickness up and down, while you mouth was in sync. Tongue swirling, cheeks blowing, mouth slurping, it was like a beautiful melody to Hudson. His sexually arousing grunts was fuel for you to continue without stopping, which caused him to smooth your hair out of your face, and hold your head from behind. Your moans onto his cock, making it seem like you couldn’t get enough of how delicious he tasted in your mouth, resulted in his cock to swell. The increase in his size made you gag a bit, but that didn’t stop you from slowing down your pace on his shaft. Curses were spewed from under his breath as he said while panting, “Goddamn, baby. You really do love me, don't you? My lovely little slut~ Mmmm, shit…”

From the way he was vibrating in your mouth, his pulsations were going ballistic from how well you were sucking him off. In that very instance, you went crazy over his cock as well. Driving him insane with the slurping and the “Mmm~”’s coming from your dirty mouth, he tightened his grip on your head, as he hissed saying, “Go ahead and take my cum, you whore. I want you to take all of it, and don’t waste a single drop…” With one final sink onto his wood, he burst into your mouth like a water fountain, showering your cavity with that delicious milk of his, that you loved so much. With a groan, he pulled down onto your hair from behind to make sure that you take all of him in. Down your throat his seed went, swallowing it like the sweet little tart you are. Your mouth stayed there for a minute, feeling his semen travel down the back of your throat and into your stomach, making you feel warm and full in your body. It was time for your lips to detach from his huge prong, untangling your tongue that was wrapped around the base of his sex, you dragged your mouth up towards his crown. Giving his head one long lasting suction of your lips, separating from his peachy tip with a sloppy trickle of your saliva that faded into thin air. Hudson's eyes were glued onto your mouth, entranced at how intoxicating you made his private feel, with just that extraordinary mouth of yours.

Relishing with endearment for you, he sat up straight so he can show you his cute displays of affection. Just the simple touch of his hand grazing down from your scalp to the side of your face, compelled you to lean into his hand appreciatively while admiring his pretty dark eyes above you. In a softer tone, he apologized with, “Princess, I’m sorry for using such vulgar words on you. I got too caught up in the moment. I hope you can forgive me…” Giggling at the sight of how shameful he looked by averting his eyes from you, you couldn't help but think of how adorable he was. Exactly like a puppy, ashamed to even beg for forgiveness. You gently placed your hand on top of his, coercing him to turn his attention back onto you in interest. Bringing it onto your lips, you kissed his hand dearly before pronouncing, "I love you, Hudson", with an angelic smile. A small tint of red overcame his cheeks at your confession of love for him. How precious, he thought. I really am a lucky man. To have someone as loving as her to stay by my side like this... To think that he already had the love of his life beside him brought him great comfort. In return, he replied back saying, "I love you too, (Y/N). I swear, I'm never letting you go ever again." Leaning forward, he scooped you up into his strong arms, then crashed down on the bed with you on top of him. You fell on his sturdy chest and on impulse, your hand smoothed over his chiseled abs, feeling every solid ripple of his fit body. As his buff arms enveloped your body closely, his lips kissed you passionately in pure devotion. Deepening the kiss, you kissed him back while butterflies flew within your stomach, awakening every heartfelt emotion you had towards him. Intertwined with each other, you and Hudson ignited a flame full of passion, which lasted the both of you all throughout the night. Harboring not only this never-ending desire for one another, but also carrying out this infatuation of deep romance...

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Never Felt a Feeling Like This

Narumi Gen x f!Reader

summary: For Narumi, it’s love at first sight. For you, it’s boredom.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, meet-ugly, masturbation (m), hinted femdom, switch!narumi (like literally from one paragraph to the next sometimes), budding degradation kink, but also praise kink, spit kink, inappropriate workplace behavior and relationships, mentioned/implied power imbalance (but in name only), dubiously solicited dick pics, narumi is a simp and I'm embarrassed for him and you should be too, narumi’s imagination gets a real workout in this, no bs4s were harmed in the writing of this fic (takes place pre-bs5 release), do not break electronics without proper safety equipment, excessive emoji use (did you know emojis count as words in the word count??)

notes: the kn8!chaos couple's origin story is finally revealed! I'm just happy I was finally able to use a Beyoncé lyric in a title. she released Renaissance because she wanted the kn8!chaos couple to have music to fuck to.

words: 6.3k

part of the Agents of Chaos series

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As the First Division’s Vice-Captain leads you throughout Ariake Maritime Base on a tour of the facilities, you find your interest hanging on by a thread.

All Defense Force bases are essentially the same — you have your training grounds and rooms, administration offices, barracks, an Operation Room, and mission preparation spaces. So, you’re torn between yawning loudly and pulling out your phone to see if there’s anything else more worthy of your time, which there surely is.

The only thing stopping you is that this is your first time meeting Vice-Captain Hasegawa and you have just enough awareness to recognize that doing either would probably lead to a poor reaction from the man. There will be plenty of opportunities to test his patience in the weeks, months, and — hopefully — years to come.

With great effort, you stifle both urges and continue pretending to look like everything Hasegawa is telling you is not going in one ear and out the other. You wish he would just drop you off in the Operation Room so that you could figure out which station and console you wanted to take over.

Your mind has begun to wander so much that you almost run into him when he comes to a sudden stop in the middle of the hallway. Although considering he’s still talking and is pointedly facing a pair of double doors, the stop might not have seemed as sudden if you had been paying attention.

“—wanted to warn you,” he sighs and you realize that you��ve missed everything he’s said before.

But you quickly catch sight of the plaque next to the door that reads, “Narumi Gen, First Division Captain,” and are easily able to piece together what it was that Hasegawa was warning you about.

“Ah, don’t worry, Hasegawa. I knew what I was getting into!” you grin up at him, completely missing the way his eyebrow raises at how casually you’ve addressed him without his proper title. “Captain Ogata made sure of that when he was trying to convince me to take the Head of Operations opening at the Third Division instead.”

Your assurances don’t seem to provide him with any sort of comfort. If anything, his severe expression only deepens.

“Yes, well. We’re a little ahead of schedule for your introductory meeting with Captain Narumi but he should be in,” he says, deciding to move past the unsurprising revelation that the Fourth Division Captain had tried to steer you clear of the chaos at the top of the First.

He sharply raps his knuckles on one of the grand, wooden doors to announce your presence and opens them both without waiting for a reply. When you see what lies inside of the office, you understand why.

Your gaze isn’t sure what it should settle on. The piles of dirty clothes? The overflowing garbage cans? The discarded and empty water bottles, cans of coffee, and energy drinks? The precariously stacked Yamazon boxes lining the walls? The reverently displayed and definitely overpriced action figures?

But your eyes are quickly drawn to the lump inside of the futon laid out in the middle of the office and right in front of the large TV, where a first-person shooter game is playing out on the screen. If you listen carefully, you can just make out the muttering coming from the lump in between the sounds of the game’s gunfire.

You tilt your head to the side as you take in the sight. Even if Ogata hadn’t pulled you aside at every opportunity to caution you away from the First Division, Narumi Gen’s reputation was practically legendary among the ranks of the Defense Force — and only partially for his skill in combating kaiju.

It wasn’t a lie when you told Hasegawa that you knew what you were getting into when you accepted the position as the First Division’s new Head of Operations. However, the chaotic state of Narumi’s office still manages to take you slightly by surprise.

Somehow, you remain unaware of the way the corners of your lips are slightly tugging upwards in a hint of a smile.

You’re pulled from your musings by the waves of anger that you feel radiating off of Hasegawa, who you had genuinely forgotten was standing next to you. His arms are crossed over his chest and this close to him, you can see the vein on his forehead pulsing.

“I apologize for your first impression of Captain Narumi,” he grumbles and you can easily tell that this is a common occurrence for the man. “If you’ll give me a minute, I’ll take care of this.”

But before he can march toward the lump, you cut him off.

“No need! I can handle this,” you tell him genially as you curiously open the Yamazon box on top of the mountain nearest you. You’re unimpressed by the six-pack of energy drinks inside. You note that it’s the same brand as the empty cans strewn across the office floor as you carelessly push the box off the stack, where it falls to the floor with a dull thud.

You open the next box and pull out a boxed set of some movie series that you’ve never heard of and which has an obnoxious yellow sticker on the front that says, “LIMITED EDITION!” You pout with disinterest and toss it over your shoulder.

“Are you sure?” Hasegawa asks just as you get ready to move on to the next Yamazon box and you abandon your search through Narumi’s things.

“Has anyone ever told you that you worry too much?” you reply, your nose wrinkled slightly in distaste.

Your admonishment and clear lack of boundaries has a sense of dread creeping up on Hasegawa — one that usually only accompanies a kaiju attack. He’s quick to tamp down any fears that his already-frequent headaches are about to increase, not wanting to tempt whatever higher power might be out there by putting those thoughts into the universe.

The only outward sign of his apprehension is his deepening frown. He responds with a wordless hum.

Turning away from the Yamazon boxes, you look back to the lump to find that it hasn’t moved once despite the noise and your and Hasegawa’s presence. Glancing at the TV screen, you see that the game is still in progress.

There’s an obvious solution to this problem.

The lump is so focused on clearing its virtual mission that it’s easy for you to walk toward the TV, reach behind it, and yank the BS4 plug from the overfilled power strip. The sudden silence from the TV as the console unexpectedly shuts off is met with a screech from the lump, which finally moves to reveal Narumi Gen — captain of the famed First Division and Japan's (supposedly) Strongest Anti-Kaiju Combatant.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” he screams, tossing off the duvet and stumbling to his bare feet. “I was just about to clear the campaign! You just made me lose all of my progress! Who do you think you are?!”

With every shout, he moves closer, his finger pointed at you furiously and his bloodshot eyes practically bulging from his head.

You answer him by grabbing his BS4 from the floor, lifting it over your head, and slamming it back down where it shatters apart. His shriek this time is so loud and shrill that you truly worry for a moment that your ears may begin to bleed.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he repeats frantically as he collapses to his knees and tries to carefully pick up the hardware now scattered on the floor of his office, his fingers trembling from the trauma of seeing his most precious possession in pieces.

But he’s too slow for you. You step past him and kneel down beside the BS4’s exposed motherboard. And then, in one smooth motion, you pull a pair of needle-nosed pliers out of the pocket of your lab coat and drive the jaws straight down where it pierces the fragile, green fiberglass.

You can only describe Narumi’s resulting wail as a widow’s wail for how devastated it sounds.

When you stand up and look back down at him, you see the shell of a broken man. He’s hunched over on his knees near your feet. The shattered pieces of his BS4 are loosely clutched in his hands. And if you look closely, you can make out the slight shaking of his shoulders.

“Who are you?” he rasps, his gaze glued to the remains of his beloved console. “How can you be so cruel?”

“I’m the First Division’s new Head of Operations, bitch,” you smirk down at him, your arms crossed over your chest in satisfaction. The revelation seems to catch his attention because his head shoots up to look at you in shock before anger begins to creep in.

“You? You’re the new Head of Operations?” he seethes, abandoning his BS4’s carcass to slowly stand. His fists are clenched at his sides and the tick in his jaw is visibly noticeable.

However, you’re already moving on. You close the distance between you so quickly that Narumi’s fury is momentarily forgotten as he instinctively takes a step back only for you to take one forward.

His stupor grows worse when your hands come up to cup his jaw. Suddenly, all he can focus on is how warm your touch is and how surprisingly pretty you are, your soft features hiding the heartlessness that lurks underneath.

The reminder shatters his daze and he stumbles backward and away from your caress. He tries to put as much distance between himself and you as he can, only to trip on his futon and wind up sprawled on his back on top of the haphazardly strewn duvet.

Not wasting an opportunity to get close to him again and without a second’s hesitation, you follow him and plop yourself down to straddle his torso. A flush breaks out across his cheeks and quickly spreads to the tips of his ears that are peeking out through his messy hair.

The pink grows a deeper red when you sit up, slightly lifting yourself off of him so that you can further lean over him until only a few inches are separating your face from his. The back of his head is already pressed to the futon, leaving him nowhere to go.

His face feels hot under your fingers as you grip his chin firmly enough that he can’t shake you off this time. Although that seems like something you don’t need to worry about as he appears frozen beneath you. You’re vaguely aware of how his own hands slowly and cautiously drop to rest on the tops of your thighs.

Yet, where Narumi is clearly flustered by the compromising position that you’ve forced him into, the ability to grasp the grossly inappropriate and unprofessional nature of your interaction is beyond you. There’s a purpose to all of this, which makes it incredibly easy for you to ignore the feeling of his fingers nervously twitching through the fabric of your pants.

With one hand holding his chin, the other comes up to rest the back of your fingers on his cheek and you can feel how doing so makes him somehow even more tense. The wildness in your eyes has something stirring deep inside of him, which is only made worse by how he’s already missing your weight on his stomach.

He suddenly finds himself fighting the overwhelming urge to slide his hands up to your waist and pull you back down to sit on him. It wouldn’t be that hard. You would probably make a small cry of surprise if he did. He can practically hear it ringing in his ears and it goes straight to his cock, which is quickly growing half-hard.

And then it wouldn’t take much more to move you a little further down until you’re placed right on top of the bulge in his sweatpants. He would use his hold on you to grind your ass down while he bucks his hips up.

His fantasizing takes a different turn when you slowly begin to lean even closer to his face and his wide eyes drop down to your lips. They look so soft and plush. Your tongue peeks out for just a second before disappearing back into your mouth and he wants nothing more than to chase it with his own.

What would your tongue feel like sliding against his? What would it feel like on his fingers? On his cock?

Your teeth lightly sink into your bottom lip and he’s genuinely surprised that he doesn’t cum on the spot.

It’s only your grip on his chin that keeps him from lifting his head to close the gap altogether. Thankfully, you seem to be doing so on your own and his eyes flutter shut, his lips parting slightly in anticipation.

But then his left eye is opening back up against his will as your thumb pulls on the skin just under his eyelid while your index finger lifts the area just below his brow. His right eye opens in confusion, trying to understand what’s going on.

He takes in how your gaze is fixed on his left eye, your head tilting back and forth from side to side curiously, and it slowly sinks in that the slightly manic look that you’re wearing has nothing to do with the kiss he was expecting. All of your interest in him seems to be exclusively tied to his scarlet-colored eyes — the eyes crafted from the retina of Kaiju No. 1.

It feels like someone has doused him in cold water at the realization.

He can feel his dick softening from the disappointment — but only partially. After all, you’re still straddling him and leaning in close enough that he can feel every one of your exhales on his face.

“So, these are the Future Sight eyes…” you murmur to yourself, switching your attention over to his right eye and giving it the same inspection that the left received. You hum thoughtfully and Narumi scrambles to find something to say, trying to think of anything that has even the slightest chance of impressing you.

Before he can start to brag about the kaiju with a 7.4 fortitude level that he neutralized with one shot last week, you’re removing your hands from his face entirely and sighing heavily, a pout forming on the lips that he had just been daydreaming about. You lean back and sit up, dropping your weight fully onto his stomach once again.

You absently rest your palms on his chest and he’s struck by the vivid mental image of you doing the exact same thing if you were to ride him.

The fantasy comes closer to being real when your hands push down for leverage to readjust how you’re seated. Your attempt to find a more comfortable position has you sliding just a little further down his body. His breath catches in his throat when your knees end up on either side of his waist and your ass meets his lap — and the tent in his pants.

His fingers instinctively grip your thighs tightly as he bites back the deep groan that’s desperately trying to escape his chest.

He knows you can feel how hard he is. It’s not like it’s something easy to ignore when you’re sitting right on top of it. Yet the only reaction you have is a slight twitch at the corner of your lips that’s so faint anyone else except for him, the captain of the Defense Force’s strongest division, would have missed it.

And he also notices that it twitched upward.

For a brief second, he contemplates using his eyes on you. Activating them would allow him to visualize your brain’s signals, indicating your movements before you made them. Maybe then he would have a better idea of what you’re planning to do. It’s probably against some stupid regulation to use the weapons designed to combat kaiju on another member of the Defense Force, but you’re a much more formidable foe.

However, he then feels you shifting slightly as you get ready to move so that his hard cock is no longer poking your ass and he panics.

His hands dart up to grab your hips and keep you right where you are. Although you don’t cry out in the way that his ears are yearning to hear, your eyes widen just a fraction, betraying your surprise at his action.

Knowing that his grip is firm enough to keep you from shaking it off, you instead look curiously over your shoulder and down, your back arching as you check if you can see the hardness directly underneath you. It��s the first clear acknowledgment you make of his arousal.

Anyone else, everyone else, would be frantically trying to explain away the situation — as if there’s a way to explain away an erection that your coworker is sitting on. But Narumi isn’t anyone else and he finds his mind wandering yet again.

All he can focus on is how your arched back pushes your chest forward. Despite the shapeless lab coat that you’re wearing and how it covers the majority of your body, he can still make out the curves of your tits and how they’re perfectly framed by your upper arms on either side.

What would you look like in just your lab coat?

His thumbs twitch where they’re firmly pressed to your hips with the urge to slip them under the hem of your shirt and feel the warmth of your bare skin directly. If he did, he could easily slide them, and your shirt, up. Once he had it high enough, he could then curl one finger into the front of your bra and pull it down until your tits were spilling from its cups.

And then all he would have to do is lean up and he could capture a nipple between his wet lips. He could then wind his arms around you beneath your lab coat to splay one hand across the arch in your back, pressing you further into his mouth. By this point, your hands would have moved from his chest to his shoulders where they would be fisting the fabric of his shirt.

He can hear your phantom cries of pleasure in his ears again as his dick starts to ache.

The bubble bursts when you face forward, your back now hunched over rather than arched. You look deeply unimpressed. Narumi is suddenly and viscerally aware of the thin stream of drool that’s slowly trailing from the corner of his lip and down his jaw where it then meets his neck.

You notice it as well and lift a hand up to casually wipe his spit away with the pad of your thumb. His mouth opens on its own, instinctively wanting you to slip the spit-slicked digit inside.

Somehow, the action has you looking even further unimpressed. Rather than sticking it past his parted lips, you wipe your finger clean on the front of his shirt.

When you meet his gaze, the disinterest that he can see in your eyes and in your expression is crippling. Every fantasy that has been playing out in his head over the past few minutes shatters and comes crashing down around him.

“Hm, I didn’t think the wielder of the oldest numbered weapon would be so boring,” you finally say with a frown.

His open mouth closes before opening again, only to close and then repeat the cycle as he finds himself unable to respond. His reaction doesn’t help his case.

“...b-boring…?” he repeats, seemingly incapable of understanding the meaning of the word.

You slap away his hands from your hips and he’s so dazed that he lets you. The insult slowly starts to sink in and his growing indignation soon eclipses every last ounce of arousal.

“Boring?” he angrily cries out and you simply roll your eyes as you stand up. This time when you move off of him, he’s too outraged to miss your weight and warmth.

“Yes. You bore me,” you tell him pointedly, your hands on your hips as you look down at him where he lays on his back between your feet. He gets the sense that this is exactly how you would be looking at a worm that you saw on the sidewalk before trampling it.

“W-well, if I’m so boring why’d you end up with the First anyway?” he retorts with a glare as he finally sits up. “You’re here because you wanted to be in the presence of Japan’s strongest!”

Your features wrinkle in distaste at the sentiment.

“You wish,” you scoff as you step off of his futon and take a moment to examine your nails. “The First Division’s base is on the bay and the Third’s by a river. The ocean is way nicer. Simple as that.”

He can only gape up at you, speechless once more.

You made the biggest decision of your career based on the base’s proximity to the ocean rather than the strength and prestige of the division. A life-changing decision, and you made it on something as superficial as preferring the ocean to a river.

There was no rational thinking involved. There were no thoughtful considerations made. Other than consulting Google Maps, there was no careful research done.

A decision that you would have to live with for years and you made it based on something as trivial as a body of water.

Simple as that.

Narumi’s heart starts to race and his face grows warm. His palms suddenly feel sweaty and he’s hyper-aware of an unfamiliar fluttering in his stomach. A wide grin slowly stretches across his face.

Before you can walk away, he grabs your ankle.

“Wait! What’s your name?” he asks eagerly. You just smirk down at him and shake off his hand with a kick of your leg before walking away and out of his office without a second glance back at him.

As he watches you leave, he wonders if the irises of his eyes — which usually morph into crosses when being used as the weapon they are — have now taken the shape of hearts.

He’s ready to collapse back into his futon with an infatuated sigh. He still has the tent in his sweatpants to deal with after all and if anything, it’s only gotten harder.

But before he can, he catches sight of Hasegawa, who’s standing stoically by the doors of his office. He wonders if the man has been there the whole time and if so, why he didn’t put a stop to the chaos that just played out before him as he’s normally quick to do.

He vaguely notes that his Vice-Captain looks like he does whenever they’re en route to a kaiju attack and he’s reviewing the information available to assess the threat as best he can before engaging. Determination then crosses his severe features, as if he’s steeling himself for some upcoming battle.

The man appears about to take his leave, but Narumi recognizes that he can’t let his only other source on your identity just walk away.

“Hasegawa! Hey, Hasegawa!” Narumi cries out as he sits up on his knees.

“Yes?” he replies stiffly, steeling himself for whatever is coming.

“Is she single?” He hungrily points in the direction you just went, like there’s any doubt about who the “she” in question is.

Hasegawa’s entire demeanor abruptly turns icy. His arms slowly cross over his chest — usually a sign that a physical assault is imminent.

“I’ll remind you, Captain, that the Defense Force highly discourages fraternization between enlisted personnel,” he says. Despite the lack of violence that accompanies the warning, it’s the most threatening that Hasegawa has ever sounded when reprimanding Narumi.

But all Narumi can think about is how hard he still is and the memory of both your disinterest and your body on top of his as you straddled him.

“Discourages is not forbids,” he smirks with all of the smugness of someone who believes that he’s found the greatest loophole in the history of mankind.

Hasegawa’s scarred features contort into a grimace at Narumi’s easy disregard for the admonishment that he just received. Deciding that the best course of action would be to conserve his energy for the fight that he can see on the horizon, he drops his arms to his sides and walks away from his captain.

“Wait! Tell me her name!” Narumi shouts as he desperately begins to crawl after him.

Hasegawa suppresses the urge to slap a palm to his forehead in exasperation. He looks over his shoulder at the pathetic sight of the man known across the country as Japan’s strongest on his hands and knees, begging for just a crumb of information.

“If you regularly checked your email as is your responsibility as First Division Captain, you wouldn’t need to ask,” he scolds him and with Narumi sufficiently distracted, Hasegawa is finally able to escape, closing the doors to the office with a loud slam!

Meanwhile, Narumi scrambles back to his futon to dig through it for his phone. When he finally finds it, it slips out of his grasp due to how sweaty his palms are. It takes a few tries but with fingers that are trembling with excitement, he’s able to unlock his phone and pull up his email.

He frowns in annoyance at the sheer volume of unread messages. As he starts to scroll through them, his eyes hurriedly skimming through the subject lines of each one, he soon realizes that this is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Doing a quick search for “Head of Operations” pulls up an unopened thread titled, “[URGENT] Start Date: Head of Operations, First Division.” He finds what he’s looking for when he opens it and sees that the latest email is from you, your name appearing in the “from” line.

He slowly says your name aloud, testing it out. He likes the way it tastes on his tongue.

He wonders if your pussy will taste even better when he gets you to sit on his face.

As he skims the email thread for any further information he can glean, he notices that your responses to the information on your promotion and new assignment are largely in emojis. You seem to have a particular fondness for the red 100 emoji.

With a contented sigh, he collapses back into his futon. His phone is clutched tightly to his chest and an adoring smile is painted across his lips.

Rolling over onto his stomach, he rests his chin on a curled fist and returns to his email. Now that he has your name, he happily kicks his feet back and forth in the air and does another search through his inbox for it. He strikes gold when he finds your personnel file attached to a months-old, unopened email.

But he doesn’t get far in reading through it because at the top of the file, just beneath your name, is your phone number. As soon as he sees it, he saves it in his contacts under: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦.

His fingers fly across the screen as he then drafts a new message to you and quickly hits send.

From: Narumi Gen Hey! Go out with me 🙏

He watches the message thread with unblinking eyes, eagerly waiting for the three little dots that indicate that you’re typing to appear at the bottom. When they finally do, the anticipation of what you’ll say is enough to have him salivating all over again.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 ????

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Who dis

He frowns slightly. He’s your new captain. Shouldn’t you already have his number saved in your phone? Rather than letting it ruin his giddiness, he seizes the opportunity that he missed earlier to brag.

From: Narumi Gen JAPAN’S STRONGEST 💪

He smugly waits for your reply. It takes longer this time for the three dots to appear and he’s positive that it’s because you’re too in awe to respond right away.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Oh.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 😒

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Captain boring 🥱

Each reply is like an arrow to his heart. The yawning emoji in particular feels like you’ve taken a knife to his gut with a pretty smile on your lips. Desperation quickly takes hold.

From: Narumi Gen Plz go out with me

From: Narumi Gen Pretty plz? 🙏

From: Narumi Gen Ur so hot. Plz go out with me 🙇‍♂️

From: Narumi Gen I’ll do literally anything to go out with u 😫

His responses are sent in a flurry one right after another. If he had the ability to feel shame, he would be embarrassed by how increasingly pathetic he sounds with each sent message.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Nope 🙅‍♀️

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 This pussy is closed to losers

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 😝

It’s a good thing that he’s already laying down because the one-two punch of being called a loser while also being told that your pussy is off-limits would have had him keeling over.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Enjoy taking care of your little problem on your own 🍆✊💦

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Let me know how it goes 😏

He suddenly feels like you’ve breathed new life into him. Does this mean that you’re imagining him jerking off?

The thought of you thinking of him with his hand pumping his cock has his head spinning. He rolls over onto his back and drops the hand holding his phone by his side as he stares up at the ceiling of his office in a daze.

Acting almost on its own, his free hand slides down his stomach to slip under the waist of his sweatpants and then the band of his boxer briefs. He can’t help the hiss that escapes him when he wraps his hand around his cock. It’s easy to pretend that it’s your hand that’s pulling it out of his pants instead of his.

Would you tell him how boring he is even as your hand slowly begins to move up and down his length? Would you be acting like this is a waste of your time? Maybe you’d be jerking him off with one hand and scrolling through your phone with the other.

His eyes close to aid the fantasy.

He can hear your voice in his ears, every word dripping with indifference as you tell him to hurry up and cum already so that you can go do something that actually interests you. You would barely even look at him, only glancing at him every so often to check how close he is to finishing.

When he spits into his hand to help the glide of his palm, he imagines that it’s your hand and remembers how you didn’t shy away from his saliva when you wiped it off of his chin earlier. His fist speeds up its pace as he imagines what it would have looked like if you had popped your thumb into his mouth for him to suck it clean rather than wiping it off on his shirt.

Or better yet, if you slipped it into your mouth, only removing it once your thumb was free of his spit.

What would it look like if you spit directly into his mouth? He’s positive that you would purse your lips right over his open and waiting mouth and let your spit delicately drip straight down into it. You wouldn’t let him swallow until you told him that he was allowed to. And then you would reward him with a condescending pat on his cheek and a chaste kiss to his shining lips.

And what if he spits into your mouth? He would have you on your knees for him, lips parted wide open, and tongue stuck out as you waited patiently to taste his cock. He would grab your chin with fingers as firm as yours were on his earlier and just when you began to rub your thighs together, he would spit into your open mouth before making you swallow.

Would you whine if he told you that you’re a good girl?

He definitely would if you called him a good boy.

He would whine right into your pussy if you were to tell him how good he was being with his face buried between your thighs, your legs tossed over his shoulders. The words would be broken up between breathless moans as he lapped at your clit, your fingers pulling on his hair to tug his face closer. And he would then start pumping two of his fingers in and out of your pussy, curling them just right, all so that he could hear you say the words again.

After seeing how little he impresses you, he would give anything for even a scrap of your praise. But he also wants to make you just as desperate for his.

He wants you sprawled across the top of his messy desk.

He wants you to make it even messier when you cum on his cock as he pounds into you, his balls hitting your ass with each thrust and your ankles dangling by his ears. He’d have your arousal dripping from your pussy and down the crack of your ass to pool on the wooden surface of his fancy desk.

He’d then slide two of his fingers through the mess before shoving them into your mouth, wordlessly demanding you suck them clean.

And you would, wouldn’t you?

Because for all of your standoffishness and your seemingly aloof nature, when it comes down to it, you would want to be good for him.

You would keep his fingers in your mouth until you were gagging on them when he shoved them in deep enough to reach the back of your throat. And even then, you would keep your lips closed around them until he decides to remove them.

And when he pumps you full of his cum, you would thank him with hazy eyes and an adoring smile. It would mirror the one on his lips when he drops to his knees and pushes open your thighs to watch his cum slowly drip in thick, white gobs out of your sopping pussy to join the growing pool underneath your ass.

Each mental image that rapidly plays out on the backs of his eyelids pushes him closer and closer to cumming. He can feel the orgasm building in his spine and in his balls, only for his eyes to spring wide open when he remembers your request to keep him updated.

His phone is still in his sweaty hand, his fingers clutched around it so tightly that if he wasn’t so used to holding his BS4 controller for long periods of time, then they would be aching. He absently sends a silent thank you to whoever invented Face ID because it means he doesn’t have to fumble with a passcode to unlock his phone and pull up the camera.

As much as it pains him to do so, he pulls his free hand from his weeping cock to yank his shirt up his torso and shove the hem between his teeth. He moans around the fabric when his hand returns back to his cock, giving it a squeeze as he looks down at it through the screen of his phone, trying to angle the camera just right.

His hand is itching to pick back up its frantic pace up and down his shaft. But he keeps it still just long enough to take a perfectly-framed picture of his hand wrapped around the base of his dick and pre-cum leaking over his fingers.

He hurriedly hits send and drops his hand holding his phone back to his side.

However, his hand has only just started moving again when his phone vibrates in the death grip that he has on it. A pathetic, little whine emerges from the back of his throat when he lifts it up and looks at the screen to find that you’ve already replied.

His toes curl and his hips buck up off the futon as he eagerly opens your message.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

That’s all it takes for him to cum with a groan of your name that’s muffled by the shirt hem still shoved in his mouth. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut as his hips give a few jerks, imagining that he’s spilling his cum onto your face instead of into his still-moving hand.

When he’s finally capable of opening his eyes, he opens the camera on his phone again. With fingers that are tingling from his orgasm, he takes a second picture — this time of his cum-coated fingers and the streaks of white painted across his stomach.

After hitting send, he continues to look at the screen and preens when the three dots almost immediately appear at the bottom.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

A wistful sigh leaves him as spits his shirt out of his mouth and clutches his phone close to his chest, which is still rising and falling rapidly as he pants for air.

“So, this is what love is like,” he muses aloud, a dreamy smile stretched across his lips and absolutely certain that his racing heart has nothing to do with jerking off or the sticky mess coating his hand and stomach.

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