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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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bokutizer · 1 year

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➵ NARUMI GEN

summary : Narumi Gen's life has its highs and its lows, but he's glad that he does not have to deal with the latter ones on his own (he would never admit that though). tags : exes to lovers (?), fem!reader, fluff, angst, something between comfort and reverse comfort?, mentions of blood, spoilers for chapters 53/54 a/n : I can't believe how much fun I had writing for him. He's such a versatile character AND A GODDAMN BABY <;33

It was not an unusual occurrence to find the commander of the first division of the Defense Force huddled up in his messy and dump-like bedroom. Yet the palpable melancholy in the light deprived room was rare. It was nothing new, considering that his job brought many sacrifices and losses with it, but still. It was rare.

Narumi was lying on his bed, hands clasped behind his head, changed into a white shirt with a faded Gundom imprint on it and his usual black sweatpants. Besides the few scratches along his jaw, nothing would have made you guess that this man had been on the battle field and had lost his mentor a few hours prior.

Yet here he was, barely acknowledging your presence as you finally closed the door behind you and, with slow and quiet steps, strode over to his bed. Between the various cushions and blankets on his bed, you could also spot the controller of his BS5 which lay beside his limp hand, even though the TV was clearly turned off, its screen pitch black. You wondered if he had really been able to muster some strength to game or if the abandoned controller was just another sign of defeat. Defeat because he had neither physical nor mental strength left to distract himself.

"What are you doing here?" despite the low volume of his raspy voice, his words managed to resonate through the quiet room, his face still facing the ceiling, his eyes covered by his multicoloured bangs.

"I've heard what happened to Mr. Isao." you spoke quietly, carefully choosing your words because you knew Narumi all too well. If it were for him, he would think that your presence was a mere sign of pity, a sign of his defeat, of his failure.

That's why the next time he spoke, his words were louder, harsher even. The tension in his body was clearly visible, tendons along his throat straining and jaw clenching. "Why. Are you here?"

You remained quiet and instead of snapping back, simply decided to take a seat on the edge of his bed. It was not noticeable to the naked eye, but Narumi relaxed, even if it was for only a tiniest bit. Somehow the air around him seemed less suffocating, now.

But as your hand slowly inched closer to his forehead, not being able to fight against your desire to just touch him even if it was for a short moment, one of his arms flew up, his hand grasping your wrist in a tight grip. "Narumi, I brought eye drops. Doctor said you overused them quite a bit." you said matter-of-factly, no softness coating your words, your expression emotionless as your eyes finally locked with his. They were bloodshot, red veins weaving themselves over his sclera, while the blueish rings beneath them seemed to have taken on an even darker shade than usual.

The hold on your wrist loosened, a wordless invitation for you to do whatever you had intended to do. Because, yeah, you knew Narumi but the same went the other way around. And if he knew one thing about you, then it was that you were stubborn as hell.

You motioned him do lie back down and soon after that his head hit the softness of his pillow, black and silver strands of hair sprawled over its pillowcase. How long has it been since the last time he had felt the tenderness of your hands? Three? Four months? It has definitely been long enough for him to feel like a terminally ill man who finally seemed to get his salvation.

The gentless with which your fingers combed his bangs out of his face, how they delicately rested along his eyes, not putting too much pressure around the irritated area as you pressed the prescribed amount of droplets out of the little tube. Narumi swore it was not the medication that soothed the uncomfortable itch in his eyes but rather just the simple sight of you.

However, he was aware that letting himself get used to this, to you, would be a fatal mistake.

"That’s enough." he muttered, slapping your hands away as if they could burn him. "Don’t need a damn nurse."

You sighed as you watched him turn on his side, his back facing you. This could have been your cue to simply leave him alone, let him shoulder this burden on his own, but you could not. And you knew that it was selfish because you were obviously not only staying because of Narumi. You were staying because the thought of him being alone right now would hurt you incredibly hard.

"How are you feeling?"

"'M fine. I've also been fine before. The bleeding's stopped. Now go."

"You know that’s not what I meant."

You flinched at the sight of his upper body swiftly shooting up, his bangs falling back into their place and hiding the frown etched on his face. "Why do you care? Huh? I couldn't do anything. Couldn’t save him. So why do you-"

"Because I care about you, Gen. You, not the first division commander." you cut him off, your own composure slowly crumbling as you felt your eyes sting. "Because I know that you liked Isao a lot."

Narumi's chest heaved heavily and he wondered if, in midst of the silence that reigned in the room, you could hear the rapid pounding of his heart, a result of all the anger, sorrow and relief that he felt currently. Anger towards himself, sorrow because that was simply something you felt when you lost someone, and relief because- because of you? He was not sure but that seemed to be the only plausible explanation.

The breathy chuckle vibrating in his chest seemed rather anguished as he flopped back down on his back, the heels of his palms pressed against his eyes. "You've missed me that badly, huh?" he derided, yet proceeded to scooch over a tiniest bit. Another silent invitation for you.

"You wish." the string of tension hanging between you two seemed to diminish, especially once your head lay beside his, two pairs of eyes now hyperfixating the grey ceiling as if it was the most engrossing thing you've ever witnessed.

"How did the evacuation go?" Narumi asked reluctantly after a beat of slience but received only a light jerk of your shoulders, one of them brushing against his. "That many deaths?"

He had already been looking at you as you turned your head to look into an ocean of red, your own eyes glazing over at the images of all the bodies your troop and you had recovered today from beneath all the ruins and debris that had remained after the destruction of so many buildings. "Way too many."

The reason Narumi's body felt rigid now was not tension, but rather hesitancy. It was just a small gesture of comfort, right? It would not hurt? Maybe a bit ironic since you were the one who had appeared in his room to comfort him, but who was he to give a shit? Warmth creeped through the skin of your palm as you felt him wrap his hand around yours until his fingers weaved themselves through the crevices of your own cold ones.

"Missed me that badly, huh?" you repeated his words, the light crack in your voice, however, drowning the lightheartedness in your words. The fake overly exaggerated laugh emanating from him nearly pulled a smile at your lips, the knot in your chest loosening a tad bit.

"You're insufferable." Narumi muttered defeatedly, the light squeeze you felt around your hand feeling like anything but annoyance or loathing.

"Right. That's why you broke up with me, remember?"

His eyes widened momentarily at your statement. The reason he had broken up with you? Many things annoyed Narumi Gen. Headlines of Ashiro Mina in the news, Hasegawa when he dragged him to unnecessary meetings, people who were only talks without any real actions and strength behind their words- You had never been part of any of these things.

The only thing that had scared him away from you was he himself. He feared all the things that you made him feel; the love that you made him feel for you. He feared becoming too attached and the possibility that your death would not leave him indifferent. For God's sake, neither of you had simple nine to five jobs. Every single day you left your cabins in your suits, you instantly signed a contract that granted you a meeting with Death himself.

But as Narumi noticed your breaths becoming deeper and steadier, his free hand brushing a single strand of your soft hair behind your ear, he realized that life without you was one of the many things that annoyed him. He realized that not having you at all was worse than the constant risk of loosing you, and for once, he was glad that many people had a rather bad image of him. Because he also realized that being selfish had never felt better than now.

#narumi gen #gen narumi #kaiju no.8 #kaiju no. 8 narumi gen #kaiju no. 8 narumi #gen narumi x reader #narumi gen x reader #narumi x reader #narumi fluff #kaiju no. 8 x reader #kn8 #kn8 narumi #kn8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no 8 #kaiju no. 8 imagines

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spinningwebsandtales · 8 days

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Imagine Playing Video Games With Gen

Gen Narumi X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Arguing, reader’s temper flares and she destroys something, reader is a little stressed, sprinkle of angst, fluff at the end

Word Count: 894

(A/N:) This has been in my drafts for a good long while! But now it will finally see the light of day! I hope everyone is enjoying the Kaiju No. 8 anime so far! I am! Saturdays have become so exciting for me and I’ve been watching the episodes over and over. I just adore this story and I can’t wait to see more moments come to life! But until next time enjoy this little piece! Happy reading! ~Countess

Dating Gen Narumi had it’s ups and it’s downs. But the First Division leader was good at what he does. From killing kaiju to slaughtering online players in the gaming universe. While you enjoyed playing video games every now and again, life always seemed to take up majority of your time. That and the threats of kaiju constantly threatening the innocent civilians. So it was a rare moment when you got to sit down to play by yourself, let alone with the man known as the Force’s Strongest Combatant.

You found yourself in one such rare moment. It was a rainy day and so far no kaiju threat had emerged. So Gen invited you into his office where he wanted to play games. Surrounded by his figurines and sitting in a comfortable chair before his large gaming setup, you were furiously smashing buttons while Gen sat at your side smirking obnoxiously. Gritting your teeth, trying to come back at the last second only to lose the round. Cursing viciously, you were just about to smash the controller when Gen’s larger hand encircled your wrist.

“These controllers are very expensive babe,” he smirked.

“You can afford a new one captain,” you snarled, temper still flaring. Still Gen refused to release your wrist. Guiding you to sit back down, he brought your hand close to his face, where he brushed tender kisses to the skin of your wrist. You started calming down until he bit down on your wrist playfully. With a hiss you ripped yourself away from his grip and sent his precious controller flying. It shattered against the wall with a satisfying crash.

Normally Gen would freak out, bursting out with a childish tantrum. But as he glared at you, emotions raging inside his eyes, you knew you royally screwed up. Quietly Gen walked over to the destroyed controller, scooping up the pieces and throwing them into the trash. Guilt eating at you, you knew that your temper got out of hand, so you walked to him to help him clean up the mess you made.

“I’m sorry Gen,” you apologized immediately. “I’ll buy you a new one. I shouldn’t have done that.”

He shook his head, “It’s okay. I’ll replace it. I shouldn’t have teased you so much.”

“No it’s not you. I lost my temper and all you were doing was playing with me like you usually do. I guess I just have so much stress on me right now. It’s no excuse but I’ll try better.”

“I’ll let you win some,” he offered.

“Ha! Don’t let me win you goof,” you laughed tossing the last plastic piece into the wastebasket. “It’s no fun that way!”

“Well that was my only extra controller,” he ran his fingers through his two toned hair. “Wanna go get a new one together? The walk may do you some good if you’ve been overwhelmed here lately.”

“It’s raining though,” you whined.

Gen chuckled, standing back up and offering you his hand. “It’s okay! You aren’t sweet enough to melt!” You stuck out your tongue but took his hand nonetheless.

Walking down the streets of Japan hand in hand with Gen Narumi was something you probably would never get used to. With the stares and whispers encircling you both. It didn’t help that his phone would keep pinging in his pocket from people posting about the handsome captain whenever he made an appearance. Normally he would be scrolling through all said posts and ignore you, but on this occasion as he held your hand and the umbrella above your heads, he could do no such thing. You stepped into him tightly, enjoying the warmth of his body heat as the rain relentlessly beat against the umbrella.

Making it to Gen’s normal electronic haunt and purchase in tow, you both made it back to Gen’s office in record time. It helped that the rain only had picked up heavier as you both were out. Setting it up and handing it over. You couldn’t help but notice that he had purchased the controller in your favorite color.

“This one will be yours whenever you want to play,” he kissed your cheek. “And maybe if it’s yours you’ll take better care of it.”

You laughed before kissing his cheek back, “Thank you Gen. You know how to treat a girl right.”

“Of course! Now ready to lose some more?”

“Who knows I may get lucky,” you grinned viciously a plan already cooking in your mind.

You wound up winning a couple of rounds, though you did have to resort to cheating. Gen couldn’t play when you knocked his chair over during a critical time in the round. And apparently he didn’t enjoy having feet anywhere around his head. So you took to sticking your toes against his cheek or blocking his vision, with said feet. Though you did pay dearly for cheating as Gen tickled you mercilessly, leaving you both breathless sprawled out on the floor. You couldn’t help but wish for more easy days like this. And though it had started out rough, this was what you needed. Just to be around the man you love and have fun. It was like the tension you had been dragging around for weeks melted away, just from the looks he gave you and you knew that Gen needed this as well.

#Gen Narumi X Reader #Gen Narumi / Reader #Gen Narumi #Kaiju No. 8 #Gen Narumi Imagine #Kaiju No. 8 Imagine #Imagine #Kaiju No 8 #Not My Gif #My Writing

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anime-allover · 2 years

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S/o insecure taking their glasses off| Gojo, Yuji, Narumi, and Hoshina

Gender neutral

"Come on, just take them off," Gojo reached for your glasses. Your eyes widened and you quickly backed away from him. You held your glasses onto your face.

"No I cant! I'll look weird!" You closed your eyes tightly. Gojo stopped smiling and looked at you for a moment.

"No you won't. I bet you'll look adorable." Gojo smiled and make his way to you and placed his hands over yours. "If I look good behind blindfolds and sunglasses. Then you'll look amazing."

You thought about it for a second. "You won't judge?"

"Nope." You sighed and slowly took your glasses off and look at Gojo.

"So-Ow!" Gojo started to pull onto your cheeks.

"You really do look adorable!"

"Gojo, let go!! It hurts!"

"You really won't show me?" Yuji gave you the puppy eyes. You had your arms crossed, and trying to resist Yuji, but you're slowly falling into his trap.

"I don't know Yuji, I can look pretty ugly." You said, trying to reason with him.

"What!? No you won't! No matter what you will always look like the s/o in my dreams!" Yuji hugged you tightly. You smiled and put one hand on his head and use the other to pull off your glasses. You pat Yuji's head.

"Yuji, look at me." Yuji lifted his head up and his eyes widened. You can see his face slowly turning red. You giggled.

"So?"

"Y-You... How did I got the most beautiful person to be with me..?"

"Aww come on, you got me curious now!" Narumi whined. Both you and Narumi are sitting on the futon, playing video games. But that was until you said something about your glasses.

" Gen, I said no! I look plain up hideous without my glasses!" Narumi stopped his movements for a moment but he snapped out of it and reached for your glasses.

"I be the judge of that!" You hit his hand away but he still reach for it.

"No!" As you was defending yourself, you accidentally hit your own glasses. You glasses flew off your face.

Narumi hugged you and rub his cheek on yours. You swear that you can hear him purring.

"And judge Gen Narumi said you look gorgeous!"

"And who said you don't look attractive?" Hoshina asked and walked up to you. That smile of his started to get scarier with every step he took. You backed away from him, you put your hand out behind you to feel how close the wall is to you, and it's very close.

"Just my thoughts, so just leave my glasses alone. Think of it like this, opening your eyes, but you look hot when you do that, just think of the total opposite for me!" Hoshina stopped when he was close enough to you.

"Then I can just watch you take them off when it's time to go to bed."

It sounded like a threat but deep down you just knew he would actually do that.

"Y/n, let's make a deal. If I think you look like dog shit then you can hit me as hard and as many you want, but if I think of something different then-" He point to his lips "You have to give me the amount of kisses that I seem fit. Deal?"

You thought about it for a moment then you nodded your head. "Deal." You reached up for you glasses and slowly take them off. The second you took them off, you was slammed against the wall behind you. You can see red eyes staring at you.

"Start kissing me darling"

Thank you for reading

#x reader #gender neutral reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo saturo x reader #yuji itadori x reader #kaijuu 8 gou x reader #kaijuu 8 gou #gen narumi #gen narumi x reader #soshiro hoshina x reader

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felixtrash469-blog · 3 months

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Gen Narumi x F!Reader - Fakers

Gen Narumi x F!Reader (Y/N usage)

5.5K words

Fluff, Smut, angst.

Heading into the base proved to be nerve-wracking, more then initially thought. I stood looking towards it, head held high, proudly displaying my name badge and title;

‘(First name)(Last name)

Fortitude researcher’

Hasegawa, vice Captain of the first division, stood at the entrance, awaiting my arrival. Hasegawa met me halfway between us before providing a formal greeting and welcome. Following him into the base, Hasegawa explained the layout of the building before providing me with the schedule of today's meeting. A small sigh escaped his lips when he spoke the name of the captain of the first division, offering an apology for what I might experience with him and asking me to not pass judgment on the rest of the team based off Captain Narumi, the first meeting scheduled.

Stopping in front of the two wooden doors, Hasegawa reached up and knocked rather harshly before calling out to the captain. When no answer was received, the look of irritation passed Hasegawa’s face and he pushed on the doors. The room was dark and smelled rather strong. Looking closer, there was wrappers and cans littered over the floor, Yamazon boxes created a wall between the view of the door and the presumed desk behind it. Off to the side was a messy bed and a couch filled with rubbish in front of a tv surrounded by consoles. Squinting my eyes to adjust to the dark room, I found a figure leaning against the boxes, hand-held console strewn to the side. The figure looked towards the door at the intrusion of light. I noticed his two-tone hair of black and silver creating a fringe just above his eyes. His eyes looked blood-shot, a range of reasons possible.

“Hasegawa” The voice came out in more of a whine then a word. “Close the damn door, and while you’re here, lend me some money.”

Hasegawa looked ready for murder. The man glared at man before walking over and picking up the man by his collar.

“Is this the way you greet the new staff? I warned you (Last name) was arriving today. I sent you a text message, I woke you up. What more can I do? Have you even showered?”

At the last comment, Hasegawa’s nose wrinkled at the, most likely, ripe smell that came from the man clad in gray sweatpants that had seen better days judging by the stains.

“I don’t care for your work politics. I’ll meet them, when they prove themselves.”

With that, I leaned forward, giving a little wave of my hand and a false smile gracing my face.

“Hasegawa, this seems to be a waste of your time and mine, shall we leave captain Narumi to wallow in the heap of sadness?”

Hasegawa dropped Narumi and made his way to me. He gave the captain one last look of disappointment, before shaking his head and closing the door. He started walking and I matched his strides.

“Well, at least this base is interesting, much better then the sticklers from my previous division.”

Hasegawa hummed in agreeance at my comment about the 5th division. He came to a stop when we reached a staircase.

“Up there is probably one of the best lunch spots in the whole base. It’s a rooftop with benches that overlook the ocean. The lunch room with bento boxes is around the corner. Head left and take a right at the second doorway. You have an hour left until your next meeting.I’ll meet you here at 10 minutes to.”

I watched a Hasegawa walked back down the hallway before following the directions to the lunch room. I reviewed the board of options for lunch. I had trouble deciding between two options. I settled on getting both and saving one for dinner.

I made my way up to the rooftop as directed by Hasegawa. The sun was harsh on my eyes when the door swung open. The salty wind from the ocean hit my nostrils, giving me a sense of peace. I stepped out and waited for my eyes to adjust to the natural light. Once they had adjusted, a range of smaller buildings leading towards the deep blue ocean greeted me. Sitting on the seat and opening my bento box, I watched as the waves lapped at the vibrant yellow sand. The bustle of Tokyo faded into the background as I ate. I thought over my father, the reason I moved to this division. I thought about how I had to see him while I still had the chance before his illness took hold of him.

Interrupting my thoughts, the door behind me opened with a loud bang as if someone had kicked it open. I swung my head around and was greeted with captain Narumi. He deeply frowned up at the sun and used a hand to shield his eyes from the barrage of rays being emitted his way. Narumi released a sigh before noticing my presence. He froze for a moment before making his way to me. He sat on the bench beside me, his deep breathing only just reaching my ears. It was both awkward to be here with him, not talking but it also still remained peaceful as we both peered at the view.

The peace was broken by his stomach rumbling loudly. I looked over to him, the tips of his ears red in embarrassment.

“I apologise, I’m usually here alone and the smell of the bento box made me hungry.”

I looked down at my spare bento box before extending my hand in his direction, holding out lunch.

“Take it, I couldn’t decide between the two and got a spare anyway.”

Narumi hesitated for a little before taking the box out of my hand, opening it and smelling deeply. I licked the saltiness of the wind off my lips before speaking again.

“Is there a reason you didn’t bring lunch if you were hungry?”

“I spent all my money on the limited edition figure that came out this month.”

“That’s why you asked Hasegawa to lend you money?”

“It’s only until next week when we get paid again!”

“Instead of borrowing it, how about I provide you a way to earn it?”

Narumi’s head snapped in my direction as he eyed me suspiciously.

“I need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend every now and then. I’ll pay you well, we don’t have to do anything inappropriate and we won’t be working directly together. Look, my name badge says fortitude researcher. I work in the lab and find out the reason for the fluctuations in fortitude from the Kaiju. Just think about it, if you agree, I’ll give you more details. Swing by my office if you want to take me up on it.”

Narumi continued to stare at me, I assumed mulling over my proposition. I packed up my rubbish before waving a farewell and leaving him to his thoughts.

I sat in my office in the lab, decompressing from all the meetings. I sunk a little more in my chair sighing. A small knock at my open door was the only thing that brought my eyes to open.

“I feel the same after meetings, they’re really bad, huh?”

The two-toned captain looked in my direction, gesturing to my posture.

“I guess you could say that, what brings you to my office at this hour?”

The clock ticked beside his head, showing 9 pm.

“I want to know more information.” Narumi shut the door and pulled out the seat across from me.

“First of all, everything that is said here is confidential. I don’t want other staff knowing about this. As for the role, I need you to come with me to visit my father and pretend to be my boyfriend. If he likes you, it will most likely be a weekly thing, if he doesn’t, it will be monthly. I’ll pay you $100 a night and I’ll make your lunch every day so that you don’t starve in the meanwhile. I’ll need you to act affectionately, possibly having your arm around me, holding my hand and in moments, kiss my forehead or cheek, all though those will be limited. If this is too much, please let me know now. Otherwise, do you have any questions?”

“Why do you need to hire someone to do this?”

“My father believes that I have a partner and he wants to meet him. I need to hire someone to act lovey-dovey with me.”

“Why don’t you just get a boyfriend?”

“My father is ill and doesn’t have the time for me to go out and fall in love.”

“Why did you choose me?”

“You seemed driven by money and not much else from my first impression, so I’m assuming you will keep this strictly business like I want to.”

“Why does your father think you have a partner?”

“That question is off limits.”

“One last one, when do we start?”

“Two days from now. Be ready at 5pm and meet out the front of my office. We’ll head to my father’s house from there.”

“I look forward to doing business with you.”

We shook hands before Narumi left. I sighed as I sunk back into my chair. Pulling out my phone, I messaged my father to let him know that my partner would be joining us for dinner. I hoped that all went smoothly before getting up to go to my dorm to cook lunch for both Narumi and I for the next day.

The next two days were uneventful, filled with work, only seeing Narumi when handing him lunch. When 5 pm rolled around, Narumi was outside my door, dressed in a fresh pair of black skinny jeans and a tight fitting blue shirt. His hair was slicked up, the same way I had seen him on TV so many times. He smelled of spiced apple and the smallest hint of fresh mint when he greeted me. I was impressed with how well he cleaned up. I watched him giving me a once over, taking in my cream knitted shirt and faded jeans.

“Are we going to your old mans house now?”

I nodded, closing my office door behind me and walking towards the exit of the base. We reached my father’s house, giving a soft knock. I braced myself, hearing his footsteps approaching the door, remembering the excitement he was buzzing with over text message. The door flung open and I was greeted with my father’s exhausted face. He looked worn down and exhausted, a clear sign of his illness besting him these days. He reached out to hug me, welcoming me in, before extending a hand to Narumi for him to shake.

“Welcome to my home son, come in.”

Narumi stepped in after me, my father closing the door behind both of us. I led us down the hallway to the dinning room. I took a seat, Narumi mimicking my actions beside me and my father sitting across from both of us. Small talks of how everyone was exchanged, with my father frequently looking over at Narumi.

“I think I might go get started on dinner, Gen, dad, are you two okay to get acquainted while I cook?”

I received a nod from both as I rounded the corner. I could hear the conversation start.

“So son, what’s your name?”

“Gen Narumi, Gen is written with the Kanji for string and Narumi is made up of the characters Naru for ringing and Mi for ocean. Should I refer to you Mr (Last name)?”

“Please, (Dad’s first name) is fine. Say, are you the one I always see on TV with the Kaiju?”

“That would be me, yes.”

“Wow, I didn’t expect my daughter to be able to bag a big shot like you! Honestly, she rarely tells me anything about you. I would hear that she went out with her partner every now and again but when she stopped mentioning you a month ago, I just assumed you had broken up. I’m so happy to finally meet you.”

“I’m sorry to shock you like that sir, I promise we’re still going as strong as we previously were.”

“So, after three years of avoiding me, I assume you’re here to ask for my daughter's hand in marriage?”

“Dad! Stop freaking him out. I told you he is always busy with work.”

I could hear my dad’s laughter echo throughout the house. Dad and Narumi continued a light-hearted conversation about work, hobbies and interests while we ate dinner. At the end of the night, my father hugged us both, asking Narumi to not be a stranger and arranging for us to meet up again next week.

Narumi and I walked back to base in the brisk night.

“Your dad is really nice.”

“Yeah, he’s always been really friendly but I think he’s extremely happy to finally meet a partner of mine.”

“He said three years, did you have a partner of two years that refused to meet him?”

“That depends, are you wanting to continue this arrangement?”

“I plan to continue, I already spent the $100 you gave me on Yamazon. I also think it’s good for your dad.”

“I appreciate that. I did have a partner, we were together for just over three years. He never met my dad once.”

“Why not?”

“He said he wasn’t ready to meet parents yet. Apparently it would make it too serious.”

“Too serious? After three years? What a jerk.”

“Says the arrogant man that didn’t want to know me until I was offering him money.”

Narumi laughed beside me as I nudged his side. The rest of the walk was filled with Narumi discussing his current game he was invested in.

The following days were filled with my dad texting me about how much he liked Narumi and wished he met him sooner. I passed on the messages when I handed Narumi his lunch. We slowly got closer, having inside jokes based off what my dad said, spending a night gaming together over online platforms and eating on the rooftop together when the days were especially nice.

The weeks came and went. Narumi grew closer to my father and I. The visits became more frequent but Narumi rejected me paying him more, offering a gaming night in exchange for spending time with my father. I could see their happiness grow with each visit together, my father would muster up all his energy just to spend time with Narumi. His smile would grow even more when we would show up with hands held together. He would pretend not to notice each time Narumi’s arm snaked its way around my waist when we all stood talking in the kitchen or the way he would kiss my forehead each time he took the dishes from the table to the sink. I knew my father would pretend not to notice but the way he’d glance in my direction after with a soft smile made me know that he approved. It gave warmth to my heart seeing the little twinkle in the corner of his eye.

I tried to pay no mind to how the warmth would fade on the way home when Narumi would drop his hand from mine. I constantly reminded myself how this was just a business transaction. I would never again get involved with someone from any division, but especially not my current assigned one. I just needed to play happy couple for my father. I could grin and bear it all for my father.

On an unimportant Wednesday, I received a message from my father, asking me and Narumi to visit. I received confirmation from Narumi that he could attend after work.

We arrived, hand in hand to my father’s place. When my father opened the door, I could see that today was a particularly bad day for him. We both greeted him before making our way to the dinning room. I went to sit down, when my father gave me a look that was almost pleading and nodded towards the kitchen. He wanted to speak to Narumi alone, it made me extremely nervous. Never-the-less, I announced I was going to the kitchen, receiving a small peck on the forehead from Narumi and making my way.

When in the kitchen, I started preparing dinner, straining my ears in the meanwhile to try to get the gist of the conversation. I stopped when I heard my father talk about how he didn’t have much time left. It was too much to listen to, I instead focused on cutting the vegetables.

Dinner was mostly filled by light-hearted conversation between Narumi and my father. Narumi did the dishes in the end before we went back to base together, wishing a farewell to my father. On the way back, Narumi didn’t release my hand this time. He held my hand tighter each time I tried to pull away. Finally looking up at him, I could see his eyes avoid mine.

“Come game in my room tonight. I’ll get us both a day off tomorrow.”

I felt my heart rate pick up. Game? In his room? No one else but the two of us? I couldn’t say anything, in fear that my voice would crack, instead opting for a nod to show my agreement.

Reaching back to base, I quickly ducked to my room to shower, put on some more comfortable clothes and grabbing my console before making my way to Narumi’s room. I glanced at the doors before gently knocking with my free hand. Narumi opened the door, still in his jeans and shirt from the night, his hair still slicked back. Narumi stood to the side, welcoming me into the room.

Instead of showering, Narumi had made a blanket fort for us on his couch, in front of the TV. He grabbed my free hand in his and lead me over to the couch, sitting us both down. I couldn’t help but notice the proximity between us. I felt my leg pressed against his, his arm behind my shoulders and resting on the couch. I could clearly smell the intoxicating scent of his spiced apple cologne. I could feel the tips of my ears heat up and held my breath to slow down my heart rate.

“I know you brought your console, but I have two controllers, I thought maybe we could play a two player game?”

I nodded and placed my console on the ground. Narumi got up to get both controllers and I felt an almost longing at his warmth being removed. Narumi sat a little more away when he brought back the controllers, handing one my way. I spared a glance at him before flicking my eyes to the TV. Narumi pressed start on the game after I had curled up comfortably on the couch. Narumi continued to sit up, leaning forward when he was losing and the game got intense. I could see him shift his eyes on me for a moment when I was really invested in the game.

“You remember how your old man spoke to me tonight?”

“Yeah, what was that about?”

“He told me a bit about his illness. He explained what it was and that the doctor’s suspect he might not have long left, as you already know.”

“Oh. I’m sorry he’s told you that. I know this is business for you.”

“No, no. It’s fine. Anyway, he said that he could see that you really love me. He also said he really approves of our relationship.”

“Pfft, that old man, he doesn’t know what he’s seeing anymore.”

“Regardless of that, he gave me something.”

“Something?”

Narumi paused the game, pulling something out of his pocket. Now that I was looking at him, the awkwardness became apparent again. When I could finally see what was in his hand, I didn’t know what to say.

“He asked me not to leave you. He gave me the ring he gave your mum so that I could propose to you. It doesn’t feel right for me to hold on to this.”

Narumi reached the ring out to me. I slowly took the ring from his hands. I looked over it multiple times, admiring the shine of the ring in the TV light. Without realising, a tear rolled down my cheek at the look of the ring. I didn’t notice until I saw Narumi reaching over. His thumb wiped the tear off my cheek. I flushed, realising how he was leaning over me. One hand of his held his weight, while the other still rested on my cheek. His face was mere inches from mine and his body was so close that I could feel the heat radiating off him. I stopped moving, his eyes flickered to mine. I could see the small details of Narumi now. The red in his eyes was vibrant, the slim show of black hair that came through his silver undertone, the light dryness of his pink lips. My breath hitched. God how I wanted to kiss him. How I wanted to feel his body heat warming me as his hand caressed my face.

“You’re staring.”

I gulp slightly, now more aware of all the things I could feel. The ring burned in my hand as I thought about Narumi. I just kept staring at him, watching his eyes shift over me, hoping he couldn’t hear my heartbeat.

As if in slow motion, Narumi dipped his head until his lips met mine. The kiss made the butterflies in my stomach go mad and my head feel dizzy. Narumi didn’t break the kiss, instead he attempted to open my mouth to let him in. I slowly parted my lips, letting Narumi explore. When he pulled away, his face was close enough for me to feel his breath fanning my face. His eyes searched mine for hesitation. When he found none, he sat up and pulled my arms with him so I sat up as well.

He leaned more into me, connecting our lips again. Nothing else was there in the moment but the pure giddy I felt to finally be kissing the captain of the first division. Until it clicked. The captain. Of the first division.

I pushed Narumi away abruptly. He gave me a look of confusion, not understanding what the difference between now and a moment ago was.

“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“I shouldn’t have pushed it.” Narumi looked to the side, almost ashamed of himself.

“No, it’s not that I don't want to. Trust me, I really really want to. I just can’t. I promised myself i wouldn’t.

Narumi refused to look my way. I took it as a sign that my time here has expired. I grabbed the ring and my console before leaving. I felt the sting of rejection and guilt. The guilt of feeling things only Narumi should be feeling. I cried myself to sleep that night, everything of the day being too overwhelming.

For the next month, Narumi avoided me. He didn’t answer any texts, was only in the same room as me for meetings and refused to answer the door when it was knocked on. I had no official reason to see him, so I didn’t get to apolgise. My father seemed increasingly concerned each time I came over without Narumi and the excuse of ‘work is busy’. My father didn’t push me though.

Another month marched on in a similar fashion. Narumi had still avoided me. I went through many emotions, upset, angry (He is acting like such a child), longing, anything to get me through the period of losing someone that became almost like a best friend. Someone I had let my feelings grow for.

I sat in my office, the day done with work, when there was a knock at my door. I shot up, thinking it was Narumi. Hasegawa’s head popped through the door.

“Can I steal a moment?”

“I have to say, work finished an hour ago, but sure.”

“I’m here in a personal capacity.”

My eyebrow raised at his statement and I gestured towards the seat in front of me. I waited for Hasegawa to speak.

“Truthfully, I don’t know what went on between you and Captain Narumi, I don’t care to know either. But what I do know, is that for the past two months, Captain has been moping all the time. He acts strange whenever you walk past or your name is mentioned. In the past month as well, he has had me start to obtain things from your personnel file. I am telling you this, because I don’t believe he is obtaining these for professional purposes.”

“What types of things do these files that he can access obtain?”

“Previous employment records, length of employment, capability testing and your HR files, such as if you have needed to use our resources, why you left your last division, etc.”

I could feel my heart sink at the last sentence. Why I left my last division. The nightmare of the fifth division has plagued me since I left.

“Thank you for your consideration, Hasegawa.”

“In exchange, please assure you aren’t too harsh on him when you patch things over. If you patch things over. Goodnight.”

I sat in my office after Hasegawa left, thinking over the previous division. The memory of my previous partner flashed in my mind. I shook away the thought, remembering would only hurt me.

A further week went on without any word from Narumi. He continued to avoid me. It hurt each time I saw him in the halls, returning from a Kaiju execution. His crimson eyes glimmered in full display when his bangs were up each time I saw him brag about how well he had done. His eyes would dull, if they landed on me, the hurt of rejection showing with the wounds to his pride from our night alone.

On a Friday, he had returned from a mission, bragging loudly in the halls about how a girl ran up to him to give him her number. He glowered with his team. When his eyes met mine, a small lift of his lips ensued. A smirk graced his face and a small flick of his wrist, brought my attention to the paper in between his fingers. I left the hall, deciding against saying anything to him.

In the shower that night, I grew my determination. I got dressed and made my way to Narumi’s room. I knocked on the door before immediately opening it. Narumi stood in the middle of the room, towel hung around his waist, hair slicked up and dripping, his chest bare for the world to see. I felt my determination waive, seeing Narumi half naked. We stood, both staring in shock at each other. I broke myself out of my trance, closing the door behind me and walking up to him.

“Gen Narumi, I know I hurt your feelings but do you care to explain why you’re decided to avoid me for TWO whole months?”

“You? Hurt my feelings? Don’t kid yourself. It was just a bit of fun and I didn’t want to deal with the awkwardness. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date.”

“If it was just fun, then why did you poke around in my file. I know you want to know why I left division five.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Hasegawa ratted you out. He told me you were looking through my file.”

“That bastard. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Yes. It does. If it doesn’t matter, why avoid me? Why do you seem so angry now.”

“You want the truth?”

“Please, that's all I ask for.”

“You didn’t even give us a chance. You brought me into your life, you introduced me to your dad, you asked me to kiss you and hug you, you looked at me like I was someone special to you. But that wasn’t enough. You threw what we had away because of your stupid ex-boyfriend. Because he cheated on you, you believe we’re all going to do that or something? You think we’re all going to cheat and break up and turn the whole base against you. I’m mad because you didn’t even try to let me change your mind.”

I stared at Narumi for a little, unsure what to say. When I couldn’t find the strength to argue back, I stepped towards him until I was close enough to wrap my arms around his waist.

“I’m sorry Gen. I should have thought about it. Will you give me the chance I failed to give you?”

I felt droplets of water fall on my head as he sighed.

“Man, my date is going to be pissed I canceled.”

“You can go, I’ll stay here and save over your progress on your games.”

“Don’t think you’re off the hook. You still need to prove you’re willing to give us a chance first.”

Narumi unwraps my arms, taking my hand in his again and pulling me to the couch. Narumi lays down, pulling me on top of him. He grabs the controller and puts on a show in the background. I sit myself up on his stomach, looking down.

“Do you think you could maybe get dressed before we cuddle?”

“Why? Does seeing me this way turn you on?”

“And if it does?”

Narumi didn’t hesitate to grab the collar of my shirt and pull me down into a kiss.I felt his hand that he had previously placed on my waist, make its way under my shirt to grope me. Through the towel, I felt a slight poke on my thigh that was growing bigger by the second. When Narumi was fully erect, he broke the kiss.

“If it turns you on so much, then be my good girl and help me out.”

I nodded hungrily, getting off Narumi and kneeling on the ground in front of him. Narumi put one leg either side of me and allowed me to unwrap the towel that hung on his waist. When the towel was unwrapped, I gasped at the sight. Narumi seemed unbelievably hard, the vein on his length was prominent and the top leaked pre-cum from us kissing.

I flattened my tongue and ran it across the head, tasting him. Following the same pattern, I took the head in my mouth, using my spit to lubricate his length as my head continued to go lower. I gripped my hand at the base of his shaft, moving my head while sucking. Before long, Narumi’s hand was gripping my hair, while whispering ‘oh fuck (first name)’ ‘god this feels so good’ ‘don’t stop’, followed by a round of guttural moans. When I could feel his grip tighten and his hips start to rock, I pulled away. Narumi looked down with disappointment, muttering about how I looked so good with his dick in my mouth.

Narumi’s look of disappointment quickly changed when I stood up and slid my pants and underwear down. Narumi couldn’t stop staring as I did a small strip tease while taking off my shirt, Narumi pumping his length while I did so. I stumbled onto his lap. Narumi was quick to lean back, attempting to line himself up. When he was aligned, I slowly slid down, Narumi throwing his head back, moaning. I gently bounced on his lap while readjusting to fit him inside. When I started picking up speed, Narumi attacked my collarbones, leaving love bites and traces of himself. The closer Narumi got, the more dirty talk he would use, telling me how I was his good girl and he was the only one that is allowed or even could fuck me this good. My moans got louder when his thumb roughly started rubbing circles on my clit. The feel of his fingers tugging me to the edge while his length continuously hit my g-stop was too much, but I was unable to stop, chasing my high. I started to feel the coil in my stomach come undone and my head start to go fuzzy, I stopped riding as vigorously. Narumi took over, thrusting up into me, finally pushing the last part of me over the edge. I didn’t realise until i had come down from my high that Narumi had also reached his. I could feel him throbbing inside me and the hot liquid lining me.

We stayed in the same position for a while, Narumi still inside me, while we rested. Eventually, we got up to clean up. Both heading to the shower together.

“Hey (First name), now that I’ve dicked you down that good, will you let me take you on a date?”

“I’ll consider it when you apologise to my dad for not visiting him.”

We both started splashing water at each other, giggling while doing so.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve heard your laugh. I really missed you (First name).”

“I really missed you too Gen.”

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qupidology · 2 years

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[ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE] – GEN NARUMI

Pairing: Gen Naurmi(kaiju no 8.) x black fem!reader

cw: nsfw!!, afab!reader, reader is black!!, non-kaiju au, intense makeup session, fingering, degradation, overstimulation, daddy kink, teasing, gen likes seeing you cry, non-kaiju au, reader is a fashion designer and business owner & Gen is a professional e-sport gamer. i think i got them all!

note: MINORS, AGELESS/BLANK ACCTS DNI!!!! i know there aren't that many kaiju no 8. readers out there but i hope you all enjoy! This is my first time writing smut in a longggg time so i hope it's ok! also gen is a bit ooc i’m sorryyyy

“You got us tickets to where?”

You were used to being taken on small trips throughout Japan with Gen during the year, it was one of his love languages you learned when you first started dating almost three years ago. Now as your third year anniversary was rolling around and Gen was in off season the two of you were cuddled up on the couch, you with a sketchbook in your hands and legs resting on his lap and Gen with his PS5 controller in his hands looking over at you with a smile bigger than ever.

“I got us plane tickets to LA, we’re flying out in two days! You were talking about how you missed home these past few weeks so I thought it could be a fun thing we do for our anniversary.”

He stroked your leg as he spoke and you slowly felt a smile growing on your own face. He had always listened but that still didn’t change the warm feeling that spread through your chest at this gesture.

“I love you, you know that?” The words slipped from your lips easily as you scooted your body closer to him and reached over running your hands through his two toned hair.

You pushed his hair back revealing the silver underside before leaning in and pressing your lips gently against his. Gen hummed softly into the kiss, discarding his controller and game completely he pulled you onto his lap deepening the kiss eagerly.

He drank in all the whimpers and moans that you let out aiming to get more of those beautiful sounds his hand slowly moved from your hips down to your clothed cunt. Pressing his thumb against your clit he rubbed it in circles and grinned against your neck as he watched Keondra’s head fall back and your hips rolling into his touch.

“Gen, please more.” Fuck he loved the way you moaned his name. It was such an addicting sound that he would do anything to hear more and more. Giving into your pleas his hand snaked its way into your panties his fingers instantly slipping into your leaking cunt that accepted his fingers hungrily.

He pumped his fingers his pace agonizingly slow just to hear the way you whined out for more. A lazy smile made its way onto his face and his fingers slowed even more. Your whines grew more desperate eyes locked with his own and brimming with tears.

“Please please please please please,” You whimpered as you tried rolling your hips once more against his fingers but every time you did it he pulled his fingers out to just the tips and that lazy smile on his face grew more mischievous. The teasing was agonizing. The tears slowly started falling but you buried your face into his neck, refusing to let him see how needy you became so quickly.

“Aw baby, you crying?” He cooed gently as his fingers plunged into your cunt again wasting no time to please his crying princess. With his fingers pumping in and out at such a vicious pace you could do nothing but moan out in pleasure. Your hands gripped his shirt as he assaulted your pussy ruthlessly with his fingers, chants of ‘yes’ mindlessly left your mouth whenever he curled his fingers hitting just the right area.

“So good princess, come on, if you can take daddy’s fingers you’ll get a reward okay?” His soft lulls mixed with the thrusts of his fingers was sending you over.

“Wan’ cum…please daddy please.” You moaned out, your hips bouncing to meet his thrusts. Smiling his free hand gripped at the base of your locs and he tugged your head up earning a louder moan from her.

“Look at me as you come, yea?” He whispered and kissed your cheek. You could barely even hear him through all the pleasure but you looked up at him through your hooded eyes. And in this moment you was so beautiful to him. Your tearstained face your fucked out eyes and your mouth that hung open as moans continued to leak out.

“Such a pretty little whore for me,” He smiled softly at your just before curling his fingers into your sweet spot and thrusting into it relentlessly. You could’ve sworn you saw stars as you felt your climax crash down onto her. Your eyes rolled back and your legs shook at how hard the climax hit her. Gen’s name stayed on your lips as if it were a prayer.

“That’s right, princess,” Gen lulled gently his fingers slowing down but not coming to a stop as you rode out your high. Your body slumped against him and a small whimpers escaped you as you tried pulling away from his fingers but he easily forced your back down onto his fingers.

“Why are you trying to pull away from me, don’t you want me to keep making you feel good beautiful?” He asked with a feign hurt look in his eyes. You shook your head and buried your face deeper into his neck, “Mm, gimme a second Gen we gotta start packing-" He hummed in thought as he started moving his fingers again.

“Wait-“ You let out a cry and bit against his neck trying to keep the moans from coming out of your mouth. Gen let out a throaty groan from the feeling of your teeth in his skin but that only made him want to go more.

“We’ll pack after I’m done with you princess, now be quiet yea?” You didn’t have any time to protest, all you could do was grip tighter onto his shirt and try to raise your hips just a bit to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. Though Gen wasn’t fond of that. Each time you tried raising your hips his fingers chased after your and hit deeper each time,

“You’re so cute like this you know that?” He chuckled before kissing your neck. His lips were so gentle you could almost melt into his touch but the soft kisses were only a temporary distraction from Gen slipping in another finger. You whined in pleasure and the sound went straight to his already hard dick. But right now he didn’t care about that, no, all he cared about was you and the way you cried out his name with every thrust.

“Gen, need more. Need it so bad. Need you so bad.” You couldn’t think past the pleasure but all you knew was that this wasn’t enough, his fingers only made you crave something bigger, something more filling.

“Need what, princess?” He purred out knowing good and well that you could barely form a coherent sentence right now and that only made you want to cry harder.

“You, please please please, need your cock so bad, need you to fuck me so good.”

“I thought we needed to pack.” He teased and slipped his fingers out of you before standing up off the couch, holding you securely by your ass that was now getting all the attention he believed it deserved.

As he walked he kneaded the flesh as you kissed and bit along his neck all while rolling your hips against him earning a chuckle from him.

“You’re so needy, princess, should I really give you what you want?” He teased but it was his fault you were this way. Whatever you wanted you always got it, no matter what and this wasn’t any different.

You were his princess and whatever princess, wants princess gets. He bathed in the pecks you left along his neck, smiling as you started to tug the shirt he wore over his torso to have more access to his skin. He obliged, moving his head when you needed and let you toss the fabric across the hall as he pushed open the door to the two of your room.

Walking deeper into the room he tossed you onto the bed easily and grinned at the way you quickly changed your position on the bed. Your face buried into your arms as you arched your back and swayed your ass in the air.

“Such a good girl.” He walked over to the bed, knees sinking into the mattress and his hand easily gripped your clothed ass. You looked back at him, eyes wide and pleading and that was more than enough for Gen to start tugging his sweatpants off. You watched his every movement, watched as he discarded them and his boxers closely afterward and licked your lips in anticipation.

“Look at you eyefucking me like that,” He smirked while gripping the hem of your panties and tugged them up the cloth riding up your ass and hidden between the folds of your pussy earning the soft whimpers he loved so bad.

“Slut.” He simply said with a grin before bringing his free hand down on your ass harshly.

The pleasure filled pain had you moaning like a bitch in heat and was the motivation to keep him going. He spanked your ass repeatedly until both cheeks were bruised and your face was buried into the comforter of the bed as you hid your tears.

“You crying again, beautiful?” He asked as he rubbed your ass in a gentle manner to ease the burning flesh. “Mhm.” You managed to say, even though it was muffled by the comforter he knew exactly what you said.

“You’ve been doing so good for me, ready for your reward?” You nodded your head as he gently pulled your panties down to your knees. He stared at how your beautiful cunt leaked, wanting nothing more than to watch your hole stretch and spasm around his cock. Feeling his cock twitch he knew he couldn’t wait any longer and listening to the way you begged underneath him he knew you couldn’t either.

Lining up his tip to your hole he slowly pushed the tip in and groaned at the warmth of your walls welcoming him so happily, “Fuck,” he groaned under his breath before pushing his hips forward more until he bottomed out in you.

If he wasn’t careful he could cum just like that. With his cock surrounded by the warmth of your walls, your pussy hugging him just right like it was made just for him, and at this point it might have well been. He knew just how to fuck you, what you loved and your pussy always swallowed him so eagerly he knew no one could have you but him.

He pulled out until just the tip was in then snapped his hips forward the start of his relentless pace. Your moans filled the room as he fucked into you like you were just a hole.

His hands gripping onto your hips to pull you back to meet his thrusts as he drilled into you, your sounds only motivating him to go deeper and harder than before. His eyes were glued on your hole, watching as his hips meet yours and the way a white ring started forming at the base of his cock. It was such an intoxicating sight, seeing how you two were connected and seeing instant results from the way he pleased you, to hear you beg for him to fuck you deeper and him comply just for your moans to get more frequent and needier.

Tilting his head back he felt a familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach and groaned softly, “You doing good, princess?” He asked.

“M’ doing good, daddy,” You managed to respond, it was lucky you could even hear him through your own moans and the sound of skin slapping.

Good was an understatement for what you were feeling in that moment. The way he filled you up, the gentle degrading praises had you on cloud nine and you didn’t want to come down anytime soon but the way his tip kissed your cervix you felt yourself growing closer to your climax at such a rapid pace.

“Fuck Gen, I’m gonna cum,” You cried out your hips rocking back to meet each thrust trying to chase your high. “Me too baby,” He said softly and pressed a hand into the small of your back, pressing into it as he leaned forward his thrusts growing sloppier, eager to give you the release you begged for.

“Cum inside please, please please, need you to fill me up.” You whined through moans and in that moment something in him snapped. “Fuck you’re such a slut you know that,” He groaned out and fucked you harder with energy he didn’t even know he had.

You cried out at the overwhelming pleasure, feeling the coil snap your climax crashed down on you as he drilled into you ruthlessly. He leaned forward, his lips next to your ear so you now could hear his moans and groans with each thrust. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” He chanted as he felt your walls clench around him sending him over the edge. Thick white cum poured into your hole, filling it up, Gen groaned and fucked through the high. His hips slowing down as they rolled into you until he was satisfied.

The pants from the two of you filled the room as he moved the two of you so you were laying with your back against his chest, his arms wrapped possessively around him and dick still buried in your cunt. Pressing a soft kiss against the back of your head he buried his face into your locs with a smile.

“How are you feeling?” He asked and you hummed softly, “I’m good baby, but we really need to start packing.” You turned your head to look at Gen who just wore a lazy smile, “After one more round?” He smiled and you groaned.

“And you call me the slut.”

#gen narumi #gen narumi x reader #narumi kaiju no 8 #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no 8 x reader #kaiju no 8 smut #kaiju no 8 fic #black reader #bunniie writes

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lehguru · 3 months

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FIRST DATE + KAIJU NO.8 MEN

where they would take you on a first date ft. hibino, ichikawa, narumi, hoshina & isao shinomiya

info: finally writing for one of my favest dilfs hehehe ily isao i can b ur new wife pls one chance; not proofread as always + requests are open!!

kafka hibino is a simple man. he would enjoy a simple cafe or restaurant date, but during the day. hibino wants to have lunch with you, talking and getting a break from your day—it would be extremely relaxing for him. if you two still have time to spare even after finishing, he would take you to a walk, trying his best to subtly show you he wants to hold your hand. in the end, it doesn't matter if you two kiss or not; just spending time with you was enough for him.

reno ichikawa is extremely nervous about going out with you for the first time. he planned it all, asked you out and made sure everything was perfect, but he still got a annoying feeling on his stomach and a buzz on his ears. when you arrived at the museum he suggested, thirty minutes early, he was already there, holding a flower bouquet of your favorite color—if you asked, he would say he had just arrived too, but he would be there two hours earlier. the date ended up being perfect, everything from the museum itself to the way he treated you would be magical.

it doesn't come as a surprise, but gen narumi would drag you to an arcade. he would spend more time trying to win in every single game you two play together than actually anything date related—it makes you wonder if he forgot that you two were supposed to be there as a romantic thing. if he notices you're not having as much fun as him, he would try to get a plushie you want from a claw machine; your fun would come in the form of narumi failing multiple times to get any plushie at all.

soshiro hoshina would take you to the theater for a first date. he wanted to watch a comedy movie, his smile never leaving his lips as he talked about how he liked the actors in it. if there's another movie you want to watch too, he wouldn't mind watching both, so it could be a enjoyable night for both of you. he insists on paying for everything and grabs your favorite candies and beverage; but if you don't watch out, he might eat it all by himself.

isao shinomiya takes you to a fancy restaurant. the thing is: he gets a reservation for the whole restaurant. when he comes to pick you up at your place, he compliments your beauty—he still have the serious expression he always wears, but you can see how his eyes soften up a little—and opens the door for you. at the restaurant, you find it odd that only two waiters are working and there's no one there (you know it's a very good place, so it's even stranger). as if he read your thoughts, the man would whisper that he reserved the whole place so you two would be able to have a little more privacy. the whole night would be amazing, he would hear and ask questions about your day and life, even giving you a soft smile and chuckle if you said something funny that happened to you.

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mangostarjam · 1 month

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sore loser — kaiju no. 8, narumi gen x f!reader, "babe" as a petname, established relationship, suggestive, smut adjacent? aka they don't actually do it but they sure get naked, 1.5k words

"Are you still pouting about this?" you try to catch your boyfriend's eyes in the mirror, but he avoids your gaze and slumps further into the couch.

You roll your eyes. Narumi Gen ignores you, fingers flying over his phone screen, looking annoyingly handsome in his formal dress uniform even though he's rumpling it to high hell on the couch. You debate for a second about warning him of wrinkles and then go back to putting your earrings in.

"I would've won, you know."

"Sure, Narumi-kun, but the fact remains that you didn't."

He tosses his phone aside. That, more than anything, makes you pause. Your attention-seeking boyfriend abandoning his daily ego surf? This must be serious. "I'm your boyfriend, right?"

"… Yes?"

Gen's gaze snaps to yours in the mirror as he gasps dramatically. "Hey! Why'd you hesitate, huh?"

"Because it was a stupid question." You adjust the straps of your dress and smirk to yourself as his gaze drifts lower. The setting sun is golden and hazy as it spills into his bedroom, sending shadows stretching across the floor and catching along the mess scattered underfoot. You've long given up on trying to keep it tidy, merely shoving half-opened packages aside until there are clear enough pathways to the bathroom and door and his futon.

To be fair to Gen, since you've started dating his mess has gotten substantially less… messy. That might be because the first time you stepped on something while fumbling in the dark for the bathroom, you had threatened to never sleep over again and to scatter Lego blocks all over his floor when he'd least expect it.

You have a feeling the Lego blocks were what sealed the deal.

"Baaaaabe," your boyfriend whines, hopping over to you and grabbing your hands. He shoots you a pitiful look from under his bangs, though it doesn't really work when he's taller than you and keeps shooting glances down your dress. "Why're you kicking me while I'm down? Don't I deserve a pick me up?"

"That sounds like a you problem," you snort. "Besides, we're going to be late."

"As Captain of the First Division, shouldn't I get to choose what counts as 'late'?"

You squeeze his hands, smiling reluctantly at his declaration. He's so silly sometimes. "I don't want Hasegawa-san walking in on us again, okay?"

Gen's smirk spells trouble. He leans down a little until your noses brush. His sudden proximity makes your breath catch in your throat as his body heat seeps into your bare skin. "Oh? And what would he be walking in on, hm?"

"Just a little something to make you feel better after losing to Captain Ashiro today," you smile sweetly, stretching up on tiptoes to kiss him lightly. He chases your lips as you settle back on your heels, hands spanning your waist and pinning you against the mirror as he kisses you again.

It's so easy kissing Gen. His lips are soft but his kisses are bruising, all-encompassing and hot, a drumbeat beneath your skin. His lips move against yours like he's passing along secrets, messages that can only be transferred through his tongue licking into the depths of your mouth, and you find yourself clinging to his broad shoulders and wrinkling the fabric there even more.

"I like these earrings on you," he breathes, his hand smoothing up your back to flick one of the dangling strands. His other hand drifts lower and you squeak when he gives your ass a squeeze. "And this dress. You sure we've gotta go to this stuffy shindig?"

You fiddle with the button of his formal dress jacket as you pretend to think about it.

Gen tilts his head up so you can secure the high collar, waiting somewhat impatiently for your answer. You drag your fingers along his cheek, passing lightly over the bags under his eyes. He works hard, your captain, even if he acts like an idiot most of the time. "You'll be missed if we don't," you point out.

"Can't I eat you out first?" he asks, his voice rough.

"Gen!" you laugh, but your thighs clench as heat pools in your core. "Absolutely not. Even if Captain Ashiro kicked your ass in long distance shooting, you still need to show up to the ceremony! Besides, what about all your other titles? Don't you want to stand up there and show off your awards?"

"Nah, who cares about that stuff, anyway?"

You eye your boyfriend's pout. What a fucking lie. "Is this because of the bet?"

Gen doesn't look at you, but his hands settle on your hips. "No."

"I never would've thought the First Division Captain would be a sore loser."

"I'm not a loser," he shoots back immediately, "I'm the best. And all of those guys know it, too!"

You hum in what could be considered agreement, except there's a glint in your eye that makes Gen frown. He knew what he was getting into when he first asked you out — you, the newest engineer trained specially in Numbers weapons, well known throughout Japan for devising ways to lessen the strain on compatible users. You had come to the First Division to tweak Numbers Weapon One and and only stayed to make it your home base after Gen finally got you to date him.

And even after dating you for so long — after learning your likes and dislikes and the little quirks he associates with you — you still manage to keep him on his toes. You're easily his longest lasting and most serious relationship, and he has a feeling he's going to give you the rest of his life, too, because nobody else has ever come close to making him feel the way you do.

"It won't be that bad," you brush his hair out of his eyes and smile when he leans into the touch. "I'm sure Vice Captain Hoshina won't gloat that much, since we all knew you'd lose to Captain Ashiro. And you'll probably still look hot with your hair dyed another color."

"What — of course I'd still be hot but — wait, how did you know that?"

You raise an eyebrow. "I have my sources."

Gen's eyes narrow as he searches your face. "Don't tell me… you're still friends with that bowl cut bastard?!"

"I've known him for longer than I've known you, you know."

"Yeah, but you're my girlfriend!" Gen's fingers tighten around your waist, but it's not uncomfortable. He's always surprisingly careful with you, and the gesture warms your heart even as your brow twitches with annoyance.

"Don't be stupid," you tug a little harshly on his ear and smirk when he yelps in surprise. "He's letting me choose what color you'll dye your hair, but I'm not letting you have an opinion about it unless you can guess the color of my panties tonight."

Gen's eyes gleam in the mirror's reflected sunset and his lips curl into a smirk that tells you he's forgotten about protesting your friendship with the Third Division Vice Captain. "Do I get a hint?"

"You already got one earlier," you say primly, grabbing his hands and bringing them to his own hips. "Now hands to yourself, loverboy. We've got an awards ceremony to attend."

It isn't until much, much later that evening — once you're back in his room and he's shed his formal dress uniform jacket and shirt — that you take pity on him. He'd made guesses all night, whispering random colors and patterns in your ear between speeches, making you giggle into your sparkling cider while he watched with a grin on his face.

"Do you give up yet?" you ask, reaching for his belt buckle and leaning up for another deep kiss. Gen groans into your mouth, pressing you back into his futon as you arch up into him. His hand is hot against the soft plush of your thigh, a stark contrast to the silky fabric he's slowly drawing upwards.

"White with pink peaches," he mumbles, smiling into the kiss when you laugh.

"I don't even have a pair like that, Gen," you remind him. His hand pauses halfway up your thigh and skips up to your waist, the fabric bunching as he pulls you into him. Your legs fall apart to let him settle between them, but your dress is still blocking his view.

"I'll get you a pair like that," he says roughly, nipping at your neck just to hear you moan. "I'll get you all of 'em. You'll look hot as hell."

You've managed to shove his pants and briefs halfway off his hips and he quickly kicks them the rest of the way off, so the wet tip of his hard cock smears along the inside of your thigh as he settles. You hold your breath as he shifts, blinking slowly when his cock catches along your wet slit and he stills.

Gen's eyes are wide. You can't help but grin up at him as his jaw works.

"Isn't that cheating?" he huffs.

"I hope you don't mind rainbow colored hair."

#narumi gen x reader #x reader #kn8 writing #kn8 fic #kn8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 writing #kaiju no. 8 fic #narumi gen #gen narumi #fuji writes fic #first time writing for gen but he's SO fun

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narumi-gens · 1 year

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Keep Me Up

Narumi Gen x f!Reader

summary: Narumi has become such a loud and chaotic presence in your life that any semblance of silence is now deafening.

warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of smut (but barely), surprising lack of chaos for the kn8!chaos couple, the softer side of the kn8!chaos couple, kaiju no. 8 spoilers

words: 1.7k

part of the Agents of Chaos series

minors and ageless blogs dni

You never have trouble sleeping — ever. It doesn’t matter if it’s loud or if it’s bright. It doesn’t matter if you’re on the floor or sprawled on your workstation. You can sleep anytime, anywhere.

Except for now, it would seem.

Because now, every time you close your eyes, all you can see are data points and technical specs and message after message from everyone and their fucking mothers asking for an update on the synchronizations of both the No. 1 and No. 4 suits.

Compartmentalizing has always come easy for you — too easy for you if Hasegawa and the other members of the First Division have anything to say about it. But for some reason, tonight, your mind won’t stop racing.

You may be in bed, Narumi wrapped tightly around you from behind and sleeping soundly away, but you feel like you’re still in the Operation Room, hunched over the monitor at your console with your fingers flying across the keyboard.

As you mindlessly watch the tower fan standing only a few feet away from the bed as it oscillates back and forth, it starts to sink in why you’re having such a hard time shutting off your brain.

It’s the silence that’s making you so restless.

The base is quieter than normal, which you hope isn’t some sort of omen. But more than that, it’s Narumi’s silence that has you feeling anxious.

You’ve grown so used to sleeping in his office, tucked alongside him in his futon as he plays whatever game has his rapt attention, that just sleeping in your shared bed is always enough to throw you just a little off-kilter. But even in bed, you’ll usually be lulled to sleep by the sounds of him playing on his handheld or his mutterings about whatever troll he’s decided to pick a fight with in his mentions.

So, his silence now is almost oppressive.

Although you can hear him breathing deeply in his sleep near your ear, it’s nothing compared to the usual racket that you’ve grown so accustomed to. And it’s setting you on edge.

Without his usual noise, it feels like he’s not there.

You try to ground yourself by focusing on the feeling of Narumi’s arm wrapped tightly around your middle and his chest rising and falling against your back.

He’s here. He’s with you. He’s alive.

With each attempt to convince yourself, you find that you’re unconsciously trying to burrow deeper into his hold. He must feel you in his sleep because his arm around you pulls you closer and he nuzzles his face against your neck.

You’re suddenly overcome with the urge to look at him, to see that he’s there. It takes some work with how tightly he’s clinging onto you, but you eventually manage to turn over and put just enough room between you so that you can take him in fully.

A small frown forms on your lips when you don’t find the immediate sense of relief that you were looking for. Because despite being able to physically see that Narumi is with you, it’s not enough.

It’s not only his stillness that’s bothering you. It’s also the clear exhaustion that looks so out of place on his features.

He’s looked tired before, usually after back-to-back all-nighters that are fueled by energy drinks and the need to clear whatever mission he’s playing. But this is a different kind of tired. This is the kind that you saw after Director Shinomiya’s death.

It’s the kind that reminds you that Narumi Gen, for all of his strength and ego and brilliance in battle, is just a man. And men can be killed.

And you absolutely hate it.

Your hand moves on its own as it carefully comes up to his face so that your fingers can gently brush against his cheek. He’s so warm and normally you would complain — loudly — because it’s hard to sleep with a human furnace wrapped around you. But now it’s a comfort because it’s proof that he’s still alive.

His face begins to twitch and you realize that your touch must be so light that it’s gently tickling him but you can’t bring yourself to stop tracing his cheek and jaw. When his eyelids slowly start to flutter open, you feel a rush of guilt knowing how hard he’s been training and how much he needs sleep. But your fingers keep moving.

It takes a few minutes but eventually he’s returning your gaze with tired eyes. Your fingers trail up the side of his face to reach for his bangs and carefully brush them out of his face, revealing the slight wrinkle of confusion on his forehead.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice low and rough with sleep.

“Nothing,” you assure him with a weak smile and a small shake of your head. “Can’t sleep.”

You can see a hint of concern peeking through his exhaustion. He pulls you closer, erasing the few inches that you had put between you, and rests his forehead against yours.

“Wanna fuck? You’ll have to do all the work though.”

You can’t help the soft snort that escapes you at both his offer and his caveat. You do genuinely consider it. Nothing could pull you from the spiral that you were in like a good orgasm.

It would be easy to push him on his back and ride him until the post-climax endorphins were rushing through your bloodstream and lulling you to sleep. Or you could swallow his cock until it was hitting the back of your throat and just stay there until he was tugging on your hair and pleading with you to move.

The mental image conjured up by both scenarios threatens to spark an ignition deep in the pit of your stomach. But the deep bags that you can see under his eyes are like a cold bucket of water to any trace of arousal in you.

“No. It’s just too quiet,” you murmur as you slowly swipe your thumb underneath one of his eyes — the eyes crafted from Kaiju No. 1.

The extreme toll of using a numbered weapon is something you’re more than familiar with. It’s hard not to be in your line of work. But it isn’t often that you’re confronted face-to-face with the evidence.

Narumi has had the No. 1 eyes for years. How much of his life had already been cut short? And now he’s training with the No. 1 suit. How much more of his life would that take off?

What would you do when all you have left is deafening silence?

Everything that you’re thinking must be written across your face because Narumi starts to look more awake than he had been just moments ago. For as careless and thoughtless and inconsiderate as he is during most waking hours, there are some things that will just never miss his notice.

Your quiet distress seems to be one of them.

Without warning, Narumi rolls over with you in his arms so that he’s on his back and you’re sprawled across his chest.

“Gen, I said I’m fine not fucking,” you complain as he manhandles you, because honestly, you don’t really want to do all the work either. Why should he get to be the pillow princess tonight?

But he just ignores your complaint, adjusting you until he has you right where wants you — with his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your head resting on his chest, and one of your legs threaded through his. Your arm instinctively wraps around his waist as you cling to the thin fabric of his shirt.

When you lift your head up to look at him at him with a pout, he just guides you back down to his chest with a tired hand, leaving it on the back of your head to keep you there.

“You hear that?” he asks, and you can feel the vibration of his words in his chest but you know that’s not what he’s talking about. Because with the side of your head pressed right over his left side, you can hear his heart beating loudly, clearly, and steadily in your ear.

You nod and his hand drifts away from keeping your head in place to skim down your arm until he can take your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together and giving them an affectionate squeeze.

“Enough noise for you?” The question rumbles through his chest again and you give another nod. “Good. Now go to sleep. I’ve gotta train my dumb disciple tomorrow and you’ve gotta show everyone why you’re the Head of Operations for the Defense Force’s strongest division.”

The complement has a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. But it’s tempered slightly by the words you can feel on the tip of your tongue and you’re glad that Narumi won’t be able to see the vulnerability in your expression when you speak them.

“Hey, Gen?” you whisper and he hums in acknowledgment. “Don’t die on me, okay?”

There’s a sudden tension that you can feel in his body, his hold on you growing just a little tighter. You’re not sure if it’s from the request or from your boldness in daring to make it.

The silence stretches on as he struggles to find an answer. You know that if you looked up at him, you would find him staring up at the ceiling. But instead, you keep your head right where it is, pressed right against his chest and his beating heart — the proof that he’s alive.

“Only punk ass bitches die, right?” he finally replies and the question has a grin stretching wide across your face.

“Yeah,” you easily agree.

“And you don’t fuck punk ass bitches, do you?” he asks and an unexpected bubble of laughter bursts out of you.

The words are familiar. You can still taste how they felt on your lips despite it having been months since you spoke them to the rest of the First Division when the system in Narumi’s suit monitoring his vitals had malfunctioned, causing them to suddenly flatline.

“No, I don’t,” you smile as you nuzzle closer to him.

“Well, there’s your answer.”

It’s easy to fall asleep after that, with his heartbeat lulling you to sleep along with the deep rise and fall of his chest with every breath and him holding you tight — all proof that he’s here, that he’s with you, that he’s alive.

#narumi gen #narumi gen x reader #kaiju no 8 #kaiju no 8 x reader #kn8 #kn8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no. 8 x reader #gen narumi #gen narumi x reader #kn8!chaos couple #mel writes #i have no patience so im just posting now

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daiseukiis · 1 year

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╰ ⋆ ❝ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐔 ❞ ଓ.° ╮

─꒱ you weren't really sure as to why you were there in the first place, all you knew is that you wanted to end the night with no strings attached.

─꒱ FEAT. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ narumi gen

⠀⠀⠀⠀“hey, you awake?" narumi's voice for once is like a hush, gentle and soft as he talks to you. the man leans on his elbow, looking over your shoulder which was delicately exposed by the blanket that covers the both of your bodies. you let out a small hum, glancing your head back to have contact with his velvet hues. "yes?"

"so, what now?" he asks softly as his fingers brush away the strands of hair that covers your eyes from him, illuminated by the moonlight that seeps through his window down to your bare bodies. confused, you life your eyebrow in response to his odd question. "what do you mean?"

"are we fucking or are we just friends?" narumi knew the risks, but was willing to do it because it was you. he couldn't quite grasp what was on your mind, and to you that question was a bit silly. you let a small sigh escape your lips as you sit up properly, the blanket falling down to your waist as narumi feasts his eyes on you once more. "of course we fucked, and yes we're just friends."

"but i want to be more than just friends." he clarifies, eyes looking at the multiple love bites he had left on your delicate skin from the heat of the moment. your mouth goes agape, a lost of words for what he said. a smile so genuine only came so often, and you were blessed with such a sight from the infamous captain of yours.

narumi brings his hand up to touch your cheeks, the warmth in his eyes as he stares at yours so lovingly, so... full of emotion. "be my girlfriend, y/n." your words can't come out, and the tears you wish could fall can't anymore. your heart sank for sometime, and the feeling of love was numb to you.

you hate it. you hate this feeling. and you wanted to disappear.

"gen i... i'm sorry. i'm not ready for a relationship." the look in narumi's eyes shows his heart shattering, throwing him in a field of catharsis. the smile he wore once so full of love falls the second. your face said it all- you couldn't. as your cold touch holds on to the warm hand that caresses your cheek, you return his hand back down to his side.

"i should go."

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antennaed-shidou · 5 months

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Brighter Than the Sun

✦ Gen Narumi x f! reader

✦ Warning: not prof-read, little romantic, kissing,

✦ Misc: Word Count: 3.6k+ first Kaiji no. 8 oneshot that was chosen on a wheel, im so happy it landed on it. singer au.

✦ In which you were special to him.

She was his star, well not literally his star. She was on the big TV screen doing an interview on one of those late-night shows, while Gen was sitting on his couch remote in hand watching her.

He really can't believe they were the same age and {Y/n} had achieved so much more than him. All he does is stay in his apartment playing games watching TV and making a mess all over. And yet the most gorgeous woman is on his TV screen smiling and laughing with the host.

Seeing her smiling and laughing all about made him jealous. It's not like he wanted to be in her position, no he rather wanted to be by her side. Having interviews with her, and playing by her side at concerts. He just wanted to be by her side, but he was just an average civilian.

"And that ties up today's show with our special guest, {Y/n} {L/n}." A go-lucky voice spoke facing the cameras and mic. "We hope to see you next week," The camera started to zoom out and the host and {Y/n} were seen to be having a conversation.

The show went on commercial as it was over and the next show was about to play. Gen shut off his TV knowing what next will not be his {Y/n}. He got up from the couch going to the kitchen not so far away. Gen got himself a little snack before heading to bed. Though he couldn't sleep at all.

The only thing on his mind was the interview that was on the TV with {Y/n}. He hated they were the same age but she was doing so much better, he hated how she was always around other guys, and he hated seeing her on TV. But did he really hate it no he was just telling himself that like every other person in this universe that likes her.

But unlike everyone else, he was something special. A real talent to {Y/n} herself.

{Y/n} behind the scenes was about just the same as she presented herself to other people and her fans. She was a chill person and liked to lounge a lot. She didn't do much really at all.

Even though she had lots of fame, she acted like she didn't. Well, not in a bad way she was still nice to her fans and she liked it when they said hi to her.

Anyway, the other band members were quite the same as her. They all did nothing, the only time they did was when they had ideas for a new song. Even then it would take a few months before it was ready for release.

Some of them also like to play games together... well all of them played games together when they got the chance. Sometimes {Y/n} indulges her time in watching people play said games. One of her favorite streamers was someone named Narumi Gen.

She really liked to watch him. She really liked that he the same age and doing what he like, she liked how good he was as the games, she like his smiling and laughing though she was only behind a screen. And she really did like that about him, though she never met him.

Since Gen couldn't fall asleep he decided to start a stream.

As {Y/n} was lying in bed looking through her phone she got a notification that Gen Narumi was streaming.

The male started his stream. "Today is going to be a short stream. I'm tired."

The chat was a little sad but complied nonetheless as they couldn't do anything.

Gen talked a little and before he knew it the sun was peaking through his blinds and the early birds were chirping. "Oh, shit. Anyway, guys I going to have to end the stream." And that he did.

{Y/n} woke up when she heard a loud sound from her phone. She saw he was still streaming though he had just ended. She didn't even realize she fell asleep.

The female turned off her phone but she didn't get up from bed. She stared at her popcorn ceiling having her thoughts take over her brain. That was until she was rudely interrupted by one of her band members.

"Good morning, {Y/n}!" Her door busted open and the male walked over to {Y/n} leaning in front of her. His white hair facing down falling down his pale chiseled face.

The female started into his green eyes that were staring right back waiting for a response.

"Whatever good morning Jake."

"Oh come one, {Y/n}. It's a bright and early day you know what that means."

"That it's time for me to sleep in," She rolls over in the bed facing away from Jake.

The male lay in her bed taking her blanket to cover himself. He snuggled next to the female. "Fine then, {Y/n}. Let's take a nap."

The female shrugged her shoulder laying away from Jake though he brought her closer. He knew it bothered her and that's why he was doing it, to get her up out of bed.

And she did indeed cave in.

"I think we should get up Jake," {Y/n} sits up waiting for the male to get out of bed.

"You're right, {Y/n}. I think the band is waiting for us downstairs. He gets up out of her bed and the female follows out.

"I'm going to get changed. I'll be downstairs in a bit."

"Holy fuck," Gen curses under his breath. He stayed up the whole night talking to his chat even though he said to himself it was going to be a short stream.

He got up from bed. The first thing he did was take a shower as he felt disgusting. Gen couldn't believe he stayed up all night without even realizing, he didn't even feel tired either.

When he was done taking the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist. He sat in his bed scrolling through his phone. As he was scrolling he saw that [band name] was going on a tour. He didn't take a second chance and bought tickets for places he could visit, which was a few.

Finally, he could see her again in person. Well, this will be the closest he can get to see her.

"We're going to start packing, {Y/n}." One of the band members says.

"Ok, Ron." She gives him a thumbs up going back to her room.

It was their first concert in a while and they forgot what to do. At least that's what they told each other but when they went out on stage that crowd went wild.

"We're back people!" {Y/n} screamed in the mic hyping the people up even more. "Just in case we forgot let's go over the members. We got Jake on the drums, Ron on the bass, Paul on the guitar, and {Y/n} (me) on a guitar and main vocals!"

"Let's get the show rolling!" Ron yelled into his mic playing some strings on his bass with Paul playing next. {Y/n} played her guitar waiting for the vocals in the song. Jake was waiting for his drums to come into the song as well.

The crowd went wild as this was the most popular song to date. Gen had to watch on YouTube as he couldn't make it to this concert. When the camera switched off {Y/n} he would wait for it to go back every time. He would also sing along sometimes without knowing it.

{Y/n} and Paul were back-to-back playing their guitar solo together. The two played as the drum queue came in and {Y/n} went back to vocals.

The concert went really well for their first time back on stage. When the concert was over they had special Vip tickets they sold where they can meet fans. They went behind stage to meet said fans that were wating.

Again, this was being filmed but not live. There were only a few fans for this little meet and greet. So, it was nice and didn't go on to late.

The band went back to their trailer and {Y/n} was the first to fall asleep. Jake snuggles up next to her to which she doesn't mind when they were going to sleep, it kept her warm.

Meanwhile, Gen was looking at hotels he could stay at for the week. He wasn't rich but he also wasn't poor at the same time. Gen had a nice and stable life he could live. So buying a few hotels to stay at for the concert wasn't too detrimental to his paycheck.

He stayed up pretty late finding places to stay at and when to leave to make it to the next concert.

Ron was the first to wake up like usual. The first thing he did to start his day was go outside to take a nice whiff of fresh air along with a cup of coffee that was made by Nolan.

It was nice for him to wake up without the rest bothering him like they would. Especially Paul who had him do everything that he could, and Ron wanted a break early in the morning when no one else would be awake.

Only the sound of the beautiful nature in front of him. And the cars on the highway could be heard. It was peaceful.

The next to wake up was Gen.

He looked at the time wondering why he had woken up this early. He lay in bed on his phone for a while looking at the news and the VIP interaction with the band on YouTube.

How he wished that was him. Well, it will be him tomorrow.

Ron got back in the trailer ready to get on the road. Nolan woke when he heard the start of the engine. He knew Ron was ready to leave.

"Hey, Buddy. You ready to leave," He asked sitting in the passenger seat.

Ron looked over nodding his head a yes. "Yeah, Ready to visit our next destination. We can let them sleep, they worked hard."

"So did you Ron. Let me drive." Nolan got up as Ron moved from the driver's seat. "Plus no offense I don't want you to crash this trailer, it was kinda expensive."

"I can drive," Ron was kinda offended by the guy's words.

"Sure you can."

Gen decided to get on the road so he could explore the city.

Another day another prepping from the concert. They had just got to the stage they were going to perform at. {Y/n} and Jake didn't want to do anything like always.

Paul and Ron had to carry most of their instruments and gear. Though Jake and {Y/n} didn't just sit there. The both of them greeted the people that would be working there, such as the bodyguards and a few other people.

Heck, they might have been busier than Paul and Ron, they only didn't have the physical labor. They had to walk around talking to people and explore the stadium.

Once they were done, Paul and Ron were waiting for them.

"When did you guys get done?" Jake asked walking up on the stage seeing the two sitting down on the floor talking to each other.

Ron looked up and saw the other two band members walking up one step in front of the other. "Oh, we've been done for a while."

"What about you guys?" Paul asked looking up and seeing {Y/n} and Jake tired and slouched over.

"Tired, we had to walk around this whole stadium. My legs are tired." Her legs gave out and her ass fell to the ground. Jake caught her shoulders setting her down lightly.

He sat down next to her taking a long sigh. "She's right. And the guys showing us around was so boring. He kept talking and talking about the history of this stadium."

"Yeah, he wouldn't stop talking about it. It's like the guy thought we were little kids too. I swear he was using smaller words, and I almost caught him talking in a baby voice." She groaned, "But at least that's over."

Ron spoke up, "But is this place nice? Are the people nice? Are there any faults?"

"Oh," {Y/n} speaks, "This place is nice. The people are nice. And there are no faults. So we're safe and so are our fans." She gave them a thumbs up.

They all just sat there on the stage all just chilling and on their phones. That was until the moment was ruined.

"Get off your phones. It's time to practice a little then you can explore the city." Nolan walked up to the four looking down at them.

They all collectively groaned not wanting to get up.

"Come on, Nolan. Can't we stay here a little longer?" Jake asked looking up at the male a sad look on his face.

"No, now get up." He rushed them up off the stage.

They practiced for a while, then a longer while until Nolan said they were good. After they were done and all the sound checking was done for tonight.

Gen was walking around the city. Seeing the sights and walking in and out of the stores. Even though he was by himself Gen was having a great time. You don't have to have a good time with other people, sometimes all you need is yourself.

As he was walking down the street, he could've sworn that he had seen {Y/n} and Paul. He looked back but they were already gone. Maybe he was seeing things.

He shrugged his shoulder ignoring the thought. And if he did I bet he would have to wait in line.

He looked at the time and thought it was time for him to get dinner if he wanted to make it to the concert on time and not get too full and puke, that would be embarrassing.

'Well, I could get her attention if I did that.' He wondered about the situation in his head if it did happen. If a hand, her hand reached out to him and helped him.

"What would you like to order?" The last at the counter asked.

Gen got out of his thoughts and ordered his food at a small cafe that he found. He sat down at a table with an iced coffee in hand. He was scrolling on his phone seeing what was going on.

He saw {Y/n} story, she was in the same city and she had just set up her stage for tonight. He clicked through the story seeing she was exploring the city with her band members.

{Y/n} and Paul were playing with their guitars. Playing songs and trying to see who could hit the harder note. Jake was sitting by his drums waving around the sticks. Ron was plucking at his bass tunning it.

It was almost time for the concert and they could see people already in line. Gen was waiting in line. He was one of the first people in line as well.

It was [band]'s last show in the tour. Gen had been to at least 8 concerts, maybe more he wasn't counting.

The sky was dark not even a single star in the sky, but there was a brighter star on stage, {Y/n}. Gen was standing close to the stage, he was in a great view to see the female.

The stage was dark with only a stage light in the back. The venue wasn't too busy as they were in a small area. Half the stage lit up showing the silhouettes of the band member.

{Y/n} grabbed the mic, "This is our last show of our tour. I wanted to end this show here if you didn't know this is our hometown."

Wait, this was their hometown? Gen had no idea he and {Y/n} lived in the same place. How did Gen never see here... Well, I guess he never left his house a lot.

"I want to sing a little special, we have been working on this song, and it will probably never be released."

She strung her fist string a Cm, Paul came in next playing a soft guitar. Ron's bass was on low but you could feel it playing through the guitar.

"My dear I won't leave you. I'll be right here." She was singing in a soft angelic tone unusual from what she would sing.

Some people knew what song she was singing. A song that was forgotten in time.

When they were done the crowd erupted in cheers and claps. It was so beautiful. Some of the people recognized the song.

It was the Lulu bubbles {Y/n} mom used to sing to her. She had a song nice calming voice and would sing to the town all the time. She told {Y/n} when she was a baby to do what she wants. And this is what she chose following in her mother's steps.

The rest of the concert went as normal. They sang their song and the crowd loved it. When the concert was over some people were going backstage for their VIP experience.

And Gen was one of them. In fact, he bought the special pass.

The normal VIP only had two people. They asked questions about the members and about the band.

Gen waited his turn outside the room. Which didn't take long. When the normal VIP was done he stood up taking a deep breath before walking into the room.

His star was sitting on the middle of the couch with the three boys surrounding her. She was sitting there with a smile on her face along with the others.

Those {Y/n}'s smile dropped when the male sat down in front of them. Gen didn't seem to like her reaction, he was nervous himself.

"Wait. I know you." {Y/n}'s voice was so shocked. "You're Gen! Narumi Gen!"

The male was confused as to what she was going on about. But he was surprised that she knew his name.

"I love to watch your streams! I love your videos!" {Y/n} was fangirling over one of her biggest fans. What an odd twist.

"Oh, well thank you. I love you--r music. I love your guy's music!" He saved himself before he said anything too embarrassing.

"Thank you," Paul spoke up.

"Do you wanna come to the trailer with me?" {Y/n} asked a big smile on her face.

Nolan walked forward taking the female's shoulder. He looked down at her with a dissatisfied face. Gen looked at him, a shiver sent throughout his whole body. He was scared of the man.

"Why do you need to go back to the trailer?" He asked in a low voice.\

"Dad, please. I just need to get something." She begged.

Gen was a little confused. The manager of the band was {Y/n}'s dad. Never in a million years would he have guessed that.

Nolan rolled his eyes rubbing her temple. He sighed annoyed and motioned her that the two could leave.

"Thank you, Dad!" She gave him a tight hug. She grabbed Gen's hand and he let her guide him.

{Y/n} ran with Gen following behind, well he didn't have a choice. Gen was so memorized by the female. His biggest star was fangirling over him. That comes once in a lifetime, just barely.

The [h/c]-colored female couldn't believe she was holding her favorite content creator's hand. Though Gen couldn't see it she was blushing like crazy.

They had finally made it to the trailer. {Y/n} opened the door letting Gen in first. She shut the door behind them. The male was already sitting down to {Y/n} join him.

"I can't believe this," She said looking at him. Gen coked his head sideways. "I can't believe we like each other, content I mean. I had no idea that I would have a fan that I'm a big fan of."

"Me either. I would never believe that I would ever meet you."

The two sat there silent. It was a little awkward but they didn't let that get in the way. {Y/n} may seem quiet, but in fact, she was quite bold.

She gave Gen a kiss on the cheek. That made him look at her. She gave him a full-on kiss, he was shocked but leaned in. Though the two had just met for some reason they just hit it off. Their chemistry shot through the roof.

The female sat on top of Gen as their kiss went deeper. I mean the guy couldn't complain this is one of his biggest dreams, to be touched by a star.

She let go of the kiss. {Y/n} looked at his red eyes admiring them, his eyes reminded her of the top of a sunset, so fierce and beautiful.

Gen's straight lips turned into a bit of a smile. The woman was going on to get another kiss as she got distracted by the male beauty. "Before we continue would you like to be my boyfriend?"

Gen nodded his head and was going for the next kiss until Nolan kicked the door open.

"I swear to the Gods above if you don't get off him {Y/n}!" He yelled scaring Gen.

"Dad," {Y/n} whined getting off her new boyfriend. "I swear we are officially together now."

Nolan shook his head and walked off leaving everyone confused.

Though Gen was in his own little word stating at a star so bright. He was starting at his star. What he can claim to be his forever. {Y/n} was his star.

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First Kaiji No. 8 oneshot of many more to come. I wanted to do a band au so I again spun a wheel like normal and wrote around it. I also didn't expect it to be this long, thxs for staying and reading it all if you did get this far

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