#kn8 smut

[narumi-gens]

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.

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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. 

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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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[narumi-gens]

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

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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. 

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[narumi-gens]

Not to give you any more ideas but I totally feel like the chaos couple is the type to solve disputes with sex/sex related bets or dares. Someone’s gotta take out the trash and it’s a week long passive aggressive back and forth of piling shit on top until they agree whoever make the other come first doesn’t have to take out the trash. Then it become best 2/3 and so on and so forth. Would this be in their wheelhouse and if so who usually loses and has to do chores?

while I don't think the kn8!chaos couple would descend into sex-related bets over chores (those end up falling on Hasegawa's plate when he can no longer take the disarray), I can easily see them doing so just out of pettiness.

In It to Win It

narumi gen x f!reader warnings: 18+ minors/ageless/blank blogs dni, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, edging, spit kink, squirting, sex competition (lol), even when narumi's in charge he's still losing, typical kn8!chaos couple pettiness words: 1.6k

part of the Agents of Chaos series

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It's torture. Pure and utter torture. If Narumi takes you right to the precipice only to pull you back one more time, you think you might actually die.

It's all you can think of as he laps at your pussy, flicking the tip of his tongue against your swollen clit with each pass, his head buried between your thighs, your legs tossed over his shoulders, and your fingers desperately tugging at his hair.

'This is how I'm going to die.'

It's the only thing going through your head, other than the silent pleas to cum that you refuse to actually give voice to. And when your toes begin to curl, and your thighs begin to tighten around Narumi's head, and the walls of your pussy start to clench around nothing, only for him to lift his mouth off of you for the umpteenth time, you think it might just be true.

'I'm going to die.'

You open your eyes to stare up at the ceiling of his office, your vision blurred from the tears streaming down your temples and into your hair.

"G-Gen..." you sniffle, your voice hoarse and your chest on the verge of heaving with the sobs that you're trying to hold back.

You weakly try to shake off the hand he has on your stomach that's holding you down. But in your pathetic state, you're no match for the strength of his grip that's been built over years of tightly holding onto a variety of different gaming controllers.

"If you wanna cum, you just gotta say so," he says casually, reminding you of the rules of your little "who can keep from cumming the longest" competition. As if you could ever forget. 

He then gently blows on your soaked folds and the sudden rush of cool air makes you hiss. You squirm helplessly on top of the futon, which is an absolute mess beneath you, covered in sweat, tears, and cum — both yours and his.

Once he thinks that you've calmed down just enough, he gets back to work. But instead of long licks with the flat of his tongue, he wraps his lips around your clit and begins to gently suck.

A sob finally escapes you, although it's undercut by the moan that immediately follows. 

You know that there will be no holding back at this point. He's going in for the kill, the ticking clock surely on his mind.

It would be on yours too if you could think clearly as you were able to what feels like — and for all you know could have been — hours ago. But now, the only thing on your mind is how much you want him to slip his fingers inside of your tragically empty pussy and crook them just how he knows you like.

But you both agreed on an even playing field at the start — no hands, only mouths.

'Losing wouldn't be so bad, would it?' the seductive voice in the back of your head murmurs, a voice that sounds suspiciously like Narumi's. 'It’ll feel good, won’t it?'

It will. It really will.

Your mouth unconsciously falls even further open, like your lips are preparing themselves on their own to say the words that you've been holding back for so long.

And when you see the glorious cliff just before you once more, what little remains of your pride disappears altogether.

"L-let me cum. Please let me, ah!, cum. Please please please," you beg, but where the words would bring relief in any other situation, right now they only ensure your prolonged suffering.

Because as soon as you've gasped the plea, Narumi is scrambling away from you and your pussy to grab his phone where it sits off to the side. He easily ignores your sobs of protest in favor of hitting the lap button in his stopwatch app as quickly as possible, hyper-aware that every microsecond counts.

He sets his phone back down and returns his attention to you, taking a moment to burn the image of you literally crying because of how much you need him into his memory.

"Don't worry, I've got you," he smugly assures you as he drops back down to his stomach and returns to his place between your thighs, happily tossing your legs where they belong over his shoulders.

But his voice sounds muffled to your ears, like he's speaking through the wall of desperation that's consumed your senses. You continue to sniffle pitifully. only able to focus on how neglected your clit now feels, despite the amount of attention Narumi has lavished on the bundle of nerves over the course of the dumb game that you've both been playing all night.

Aware of your distress, and partially because of it, he hums to himself with a smile. He then spits directly onto your pussy to prepare you for what comes next, although it's more for show than anything as you're already practically gushing by this point.

Your gasp in response echoes beautifully in his ears and he easily slides two fingers inside of you as he returns his lips to your clit.

It's almost embarrassing how quickly he's able to build you back up with just a few well-timed sucks and a few thrusts of his perfectly-crooked fingers. But you've been so close for so long, and now that you're no longer fighting the orgasm that's just within reach, you don't care that it only takes a few seconds more before you're falling apart.

The tension snaps and you cry out his name, your hips bucking up to meet his face, your fingers yanking him even closer, and your cum gushing out of your pussy and down around his fingers, completely soaking through the already-drenched futon.

It's only when your walls have released the vice grip on his fingers that he slowly slides them out of you and lifts his head up, a grin on his shining lips. You bring a heavy and shaking hand to your heart, which is pounding so hard it feels like it's about to burst from your chest.

"H-how long?" you rasp, your eyes still squeezed tightly shut and you feel Narumi sit up between your thighs.

You hear him moving a bit as he reaches back for his phone before an annoyed tsk leaves him and the smile on your face turns from one of satisfaction from your orgasm to one of victory from your win. A soft oof escapes you when you feel his phone unexpectedly dropping onto your stomach.

You open your eyes and when you pick up his phone to check the screen, it feels like it weighs as much as a honju — the largest size of kaiju. The stopwatch app is open and still running. But your gaze is immediately drawn to the lap time written in green at the top and the lap time written in red below that.

He must know that you're able to lord your superior sense of self-control over him because as soon as you've opened your mouth, he grabs hold of your chin tightly and pulls it open even wider. His fingers are still wet on your skin from where they were only just buried inside of you.

You let out a displeased whine in protest, but it dies away when his face — the lower half of which is still shining with your arousal —  appears directly above yours. He doesn't give you any warning before he's spitting directly into your open mouth.

Another whine leaves you, but this time it sounds needy and pathetic. You want to swallow the gob of his saliva just like you swallowed his cum earlier, but his firm grip on your chin keeps you from closing your mouth to do so.

Despite the intense climax that you're still recovering from and which you can still feel in the tips of your fingers, you can't help but squirm with a renewed sense of need beneath him. It seems to be exactly what he’s waiting for because his lips quirk into a small smirk before he releases your chin.

"Swallow," he orders you and you immediately do as told. "Let me see."

Your lips part wide for him, showing him your empty mouth and the way his eyes are shining with pride at how quickly you behaved for him has you preening under his attention.

Slowly, his expression starts to turn into something more eager and you see his gaze dart to the phone in your hand and the stopwatch that's still running on the screen. Your own eyes are quick to follow and when you return them to his face, you find that he's already looking at you.

A grin starts to tug at your lips, clearly thinking the same thing as him, although neither of you seems willing to be the first to say it. But the longer the silence stretches on, the bigger your grin grows and the wilder his eyes get, until finally…

"Best two out of three?" you both manage to say at the exact same time and Narumi grabs his phone back to reset the stopwatch back to zero.

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[narumi-gens]

Can you list some shameful moments of the chaos couple

I decided to go with the kn8!chaos couple's most shameful moment and it...got a little away from me...

#1 Trending

narumi gen x f!reader

summary: Narumi has always wanted to be the number one trending topic in Japan. You don’t think this is how he intended for it to happen.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut-adjacent?, f!reader, established relationship, idk what kind of warnings to give for this tbh, sexi pics (but not full-on nudes but mentions of full-on nudes), sharing sexi pics without permission (but reader doesn't really care?), popsicle as a substitute for dick, talk about facesitting, spit kink, dirty talk, more relationship negotiations (but again not in a mature way), the kn8!chaos couple really need to be better about phone security, this is like peak narumi, it's not a kn8!chaos couple fic if a phone isn't getting broken

words: 4.4k

part of the Agents of Chaos series

The last thing you're expecting as you're sitting in bed at 10 pm, scrolling through your phone, is to have a bright red popsicle shoved in front of your face. Your gaze follows the arm holding it out and then lifts up to see Narumi looking at you impatiently.

You glance down at the popsicle and then back up, wordlessly raising an eyebrow as you wait for an explanation. Narumi doesn't give you one. He just shakes the popsicle in front of your face, gesturing for you to take it.

Your eyes narrow as you look back at the popsicle, wondering if this is some sort of trap. Slowly, carefully, you take it from him. But before you can raise it to your lips, he's tugging at the oversized shirt that you're wearing – technically his oversized shirt.

"What are you doing?" you snap, trying to swat his hands away without dropping the red popsicle onto the white sheets. He's not trying to pull your shirt off. Instead, he's yanking at one of the shoulders, stretching the neck wide.

"Don't worry about it," he says even as he continues to tug on the fabric until the cotton has been stretched so far that one of your bare shoulders is exposed.

"What the fuck, Gen?" There's no anger in your voice, just irritation as you go to fix your shirt only for him to slap the back of your hand before you can. You glower up at him, but he's now too busy pulling out his phone to see.

When he raises his phone in your direction, you realize he's trying to take a picture of you and you roll your eyes. You sit up on your knees and with the hand not holding the popsicle, you lift the hem of your shirt up to your chin to show off your tits for the camera.

But then the unthinkable happens. Narumi lowers his phone and gives you an annoyed look.

"Put those away," he scolds you and a loud, offended cry escapes you as you drop your shirt.

"What the fuck, Gen?" This time there's only anger in your voice.

"Can you just eat the popsicle?" he asks, acting like you’re the one who's being difficult. The glare you give him is cold enough to send a shiver down his spine, but after a moment, you look down at the popsicle in your hand.

You tilt your head curiously as you turn it over. You don't know why he would want a picture of you licking a popsicle when he could have yet another one of you licking his cock but you've never really been one to ask questions.

With a shrug, you wrap your lips around the tip of the popsicle and look up at him expectantly. Narumi has his phone lifted again but he's frowning at the screen.

"Be sexier."

You're overcome with the urge to remove the popsicle from your mouth and throw it at his big, dumb head. Instead, you hollow out your cheeks and insert it halfway into your mouth.

"Sexier."

You take a deep inhale – to keep yourself calm, not to hold your breath – as you bury the popsicle fully in your mouth, the entire popsicle hidden behind your lips so only the end of the stick, and the bad joke printed on it, is visible.

"Sexier."

You take the popsicle out of your mouth with an obscene slurp and scowl up at him.

"What other sexy ways are there to eat a popsicle?" you ask through gritted teeth, your fingers holding onto the stick so tightly that you're surprised it hasn't snapped.

"Use your tongue," he tells you and you bite back a sigh because you usually only hear those three words when he groans them in between ragged panting.

With the popsicle held straight up, you lick it with the flat of your tongue, pausing halfway up to look directly at the camera lens on Narumi's phone with the sultriest eyes that you can manage.

"Fucking perfect," he grins and just that small bit of praise is enough to have you wanting to squirm.

You're about to tell him that you're ready to lick something bigger when he turns his back and walks away from you completely with nothing more than an absent "thanks'' tossed over his shoulder. You let out a scoff of disbelief, wondering what this was all for if he wasn't going to spend the rest of the night fucking you so hard that you wouldn't be able to walk in the morning.

Deciding to at least be grateful that he was uncharacteristically thoughtful enough to thank you, you collapse back into bed, returning your attention to your phone as you finish eating your cherry popsicle in a way that Narumi would probably deem “unsexy.”

The answer to your question about "what this was all for" comes the next morning when you're sitting in the Operation Room, a pair of noise-canceling headphones over your ears, your eyes closed, and your feet kicked up on the console as you lean back in your chair, ignoring the activity around you – just one of the perks of being the boss.

There's a timid tap on your shoulder and you peek open an eye to see one of the Operations Minions, or what Hasegawa would call "new recruits" standing over you. She looks like she's torn between fainting and running away.

In the back of your head, you can hear a voice that sounds suspiciously like Hasegawa's reminding you that you need to be more welcoming to the newer recruits.

Hasegawa-but-not-Hasegawa also scolds you for thinking of them as minions.

Without removing your headphones, you give her an indifferent, "Huh?"

You see her lips moving but hear nothing that she's saying. When you don't react, you see her glance anxiously back at the small group of Operations Minions huddled together by the door. She tries again, her lips moving, forming the same words, only this time you assume spoken louder.

She becomes visibly discouraged when you still don't react, her head dropping down as she clutches her tablet tightly to her chest. You think she's getting ready to shout this time and you decide that if she's loud enough to be heard through your headphones, then she'll be worthy of you learning her name.

But before she can unknowingly test herself, the doors to the Operation Room open and Kurusu, the Director General’s own personal aid, enters. You grin when you see how his expression morphs into one of exasperation as he takes in the sight of your lackadaisical sprawl at what is technically your battle station.

He looks warily at the group of new recruits as he passes them but seems to say nothing. His upside-down form comes to a stop before you and he looks at you expectantly, but your grin only stretches wider as you continue to lounge at your console.

Finally, he turns to the Operations Minion who looks visibly relieved to no longer be the only person vying for your attention. Whatever she tells him seems to only aggravate him more because he places both hands on his waist and drops his head forward. He takes a moment to gather his strength and returns his focus to you.

He reaches out and plucks your headphones from your head, making you cry out in displeasure. But you know that you won’t get them back until Kurusu leaves, so you merely give a resigned sigh.

You drop your feet from the console and sit up properly so that you can spin around in your chair and face him and the cowering recruit who’s now looking at Kurusu like he’s her savior.

“Okay, what’s up, Minion-san?” you ask and she freezes at the nickname. Kurusu merely gives you an unamused look.

“You really need to learn their names,” he tiredly admonishes. Choosing to swoop in and save the recruit yet again, he takes it upon himself to be the one to deliver her news. “Captain Narumi’s trending on Twitter. He hit number one.”

You scoff and roll your eyes.

“That’s what this was all about?” you ask uninterestedly as you turn back around towards your console. “Good for him.”

But just as you begin to give the data on your monitor a cursory look that will make you look busier than you actually are, you pause.

“Wait, Gen’s trending? For what?”

There’s a suspicious silence in the Operation Room. You dig your phone from the pocket of your lab coat to find that it's exploded with notifications. You feel your eye twitch.

The twitch grows more severe when you open Twitter and see that the number of DMs and the number of notifications both read 99+.

Your account is as private as Twitter allows. Your followers need to be approved before they can see your account. The only people who can DM you are people you follow.

Even your profile picture is just a picture of an empty cup of instant ramen with a pair of chopsticks sitting across the rim.

For you to have this many notifications and DMs, just from people you actually know, is a sign that Narumi has fucked up big. When you go to see why he’s trending, you’re surprised your phone doesn’t shatter in your hand from how tight your grip gets.

Written beneath where “Narumi Gen” is listed as the number one trending topic in all of Japan is, “The JAKDF’s First Division Captain Narumi gets catfished.”

When you tap on it, the first tweet that’s featured is from an account named “lick my 🍑” and you find yourself debating whether or not you should just delete your account and the app altogether. As you read their tweet, you quickly begin to lean towards the “delete everything” camp.

lick my 🍑 @/XXXXXX · 12 hours ago LOLLL said narumi’s probably an incel and he dmed me a pic of his “gf” 😂😂😂😂 no way that little bitch could get a babe like this! japan's "strongest" is getting catfished lmfao

Attached to the tweet is a screenshot of their DM history with Narumi, which unsurprisingly begins with the picture he took of you last night licking the popsicle followed by, “would an incel have a girlfriend this hot? 😏”

To prove their point that Naurmi could never “get a babe like this,” they’ve also attached the full picture of you beside the DM.

“Fucking perfect,” you mockingly repeat Narumi’s words from the night before. You try to find what little solace you can in the fact that you at least look good in the picture that’s now gone viral.

You do a quick scroll through the feed to see that the general online consensus is that “lick my 🍑” is right about Narumi being catfished. You then search for Narumi’s account and when you get to his profile, you’re met with the message:

You blocked @/NarumiGen Are you sure you want to view these tweets? Viewing tweets won’t unblock @/NarumiGen

“You blocked Captain Narumi? Aren’t you…dating?” a voice says, startling you and when you look up, you see the Operations Minion with her eyes glued to your phone screen as she leans over your shoulder.

When she seems to realize that she said the words aloud and that she’s been caught peeking, her eyes go wide before she hides her face behind her tablet. You go back to your phone with a snort.

“I blocked him on my first day with the Division,” you inform her as you tap the button to view Narumi’s profile, only to immediately wish that you hadn’t.

It doesn’t take much scrolling through his feed to see that he’s having a very public breakdown, replying to everyone who at’s him and insisting that he does have a girlfriend – a real girlfriend.

His case isn’t helped by the fact that when he tries to mention your account, it doesn’t work because you blocked him.

You can physically feel yourself getting closer and closer to snapping the further and further you scroll. When you scroll back to the top, what little remaining semblance of self-control you have evaporates when you see that Narumi is still tweeting, the latest tweet having been sent only ten seconds ago.

You’re moving on instinct, slipping your phone back into your pocket and yanking open one of the drawers stacked underneath the desk. It takes a moment to dig through its contents, but your search comes to an end when you pull out a hammer with a cry that sounds a little too dark to be triumphant.

The reactions from the others in the room vary widely.

For the most part, the Operations Team is unfazed, having grown used to yours and Narumi’s relationship. Kurusu merely shakes his head. The Operations Minions are the only ones who seem to be frightened by the sight of the Head of Operations wielding a hammer whose intended target is the First Division’s Captain.

You’re already shoving past the huddle of recruits crowding the entryway by the time Kurusu makes one last, but knowingly futile, attempt to grab your attention.

“Wait! I have things I need to talk to you about! Director Shinomiya asked me to–” he shouts after you, only to be cut off when the double doors shut behind you. He begins to rub his temples with a groan at the headache that’s already beginning to form.

“...Is…is she going to kill him?”

Kurusu opens his eyes to see the new recruit at his side looking up to him with a horrified expression on her young face. He simply gives a resigned sigh.

“I wouldn’t worry too much. Something else will probably have come up by tomorrow,” he tells her. He then does his best to give her a reassuring smile. “Welcome to the First Division.”

You know exactly where to find Narumi. He has a favorite spot on the base for ego surfing – the base’s roof terrace. And sure enough, when you slam open the door, you’re met with the sight of Narumi sitting on one of the benches, hunched over his phone, frantically typing as he sends out tweet after tweet.

He’s so engrossed in replying to everyone in his mentions, muttering insults under his breath, that he doesn’t even register your sudden presence, making it easy for you to snatch his phone from him before he can send the next tweet.

“Hey!” he cries out angrily before he realizes that it’s you and has the audacity to grow even more outraged, standing up and pointing an accusing finger at you. “You blocked me on Twitter!”

You swat away his hand with a roll of your eyes.

“You’ve been blocked on Twitter,” you point out. “If anything, I should be the one angry at you for taking so long to notice.”

He makes a sudden move to grab his phone back but you’re quick to hold it out of his reach. It vibrates incessantly in your hand as notification after notification comes through. The fact that he has push notifications on for his Twitter mentions makes you want to roll your eyes all over again.

It’s only when you wave the hammer in your other hand for him to see that he pauses. His gaze darts from the hammer to you to his phone and then back, only to do it all over again.

It’s then that he finally seems to understand the situation that he’s found himself in — an irate girlfriend, a phone that’s blowing up with notifications, and a new reputation as Japan’s most famous catfishing victim.

The exhale that leaves him is so exaggerated that you can practically see a speech bubble with the word “SIGH” written in it appear next to him. He then takes a small step back, putting just enough space between the two of you so that he’s no longer practically climbing over you to reach his phone. He drops his head forward and smacks his palms together as he clasps his hands in front of him.

“Please fix this for me,” he mutters.

You can feel your eye twitch, your grip around the hammer growing tighter as he acts like it physically pains him to say the words aloud. When his phone buzzes in your hand for the umpteenth time, it takes every ounce of what little self-control you have to keep from shattering it.

When you continue to remain silent, he tilts his head up and peeks open an eye at you only to find you looking even angrier than before. Your gaze narrows, the corners of your lips threatening to turn into an even deeper frown, and he realizes that he needs to do more, quickly.

Discarding the last dregs of what little pride he actually has, Narumi drops down to his knees in a proper seiza, his posture straighter than you’ve ever seen. With his hands resting on his thighs, he then gives a deep bow.

“Please fix this for me,” he repeats, this time much more earnestly, the words dripping with desperation.

Your anger is quick to dissipate as you bask in the sight of Narumi on his knees begging for you — just how you like it.

You slip your hammer into the pocket of your lab coat and cross your arms over your chest as you look curiously at his phone with one hip cocked out. As you watch notification after notification pop up on his lock screen, you know that the solution to his problem is simple.

“What’ll you give me to make this go away?” you ask with disinterest.

“I’ll let you sit on my face,” he’s quick to offer and you roll your eyes.

“I already do that,” you scoff, returning your gaze to him to find him looking searchingly up at you, clearly hoping for some clue as to what you want in exchange for getting Twitter off his back.

He sighs and his uncharacteristically straight posture gives as he slumps forward.

“I’ll give you first dibs on the BS5 this week,” he says and your irritation spikes at how he treats the offer like it’s a deeply generous one.

“This week?” He glances up in time to catch your raised eyebrow.

“And next week,” he counters, the offer making him flinch.

But you want more. To remind him of just how much he needs your help, you turn his phone off silent and it immediately pings aloud.

And then pings again.

And again.

And again.

And again, each one causing Narumi to fold in on himself until he’s practically doubled over.

It’s only when he places both hands down on the ground and drops his forehead between them, the greatest show of respect he could possibly give you, that you turn his phone back to silent.

“The next month.”

It’s a good thing that Narumi’s head is dropped down, otherwise the smirk that slowly appears on your lips would have a shiver running down his spine. You debate trying to push for more, knowing that you could probably get whatever you want at this point, but decide to be merciful.

“Alright, Gen. I’ll fix this for you,” you tell him with a casual shrug and his reaction is immediate.

He throws his arms around your thighs and tugs you close. He rests his cheek against your stomach as he clings to you and chants a mantra of “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

As you savor the feeling of his gratefulness, a rare treat, you unlock his phone and curiously open his camera roll.

“Why didn’t you just post a picture of us together?” Your question is unnecessary because as you begin to scroll through his photos, the answer is apparent.

“The only pictures I have are nudes,” he replies easily, the truth underscored by the countless pictures you find on his phone of the both of you in compromising positions — his face between your thighs, his cock buried in your mouth, you sitting in his lap in front of a mirror with him buried deep inside of you as you hold open your folds for the camera.

You might be more concerned about the sheer volume of photos on his phone if you didn’t already know that your phone’s camera roll looks exactly the same. In fact, your phone is probably worse considering yours has the better camera of the two.

The hammer weighs heavy in your pocket and you can only hope that he has his photos backed up in the cloud.

You give his shoulder a light shove and he releases you so that you can sit down on the bench. As he sits beside you, you open his camera before returning it back to him. Taking firm hold of his chin, you direct him to face forward so that he’s looking directly at his phone’s front-facing camera.

“Ready?” you ask, waiting for him to find the perfect camera angle.

“Fuck yeah,” he answers and you can hear the eagerness in his voice.

You’d bet good money that if you reached over and grabbed his cock, it would be at least semi-hard. You purposely don’t think about how his arousal more than likely stems from how he’s about to prove all of his “haters” wrong.

Instead, you focus on opening your mouth wide to stick out your tongue. You lean in and slowly lick a line up the side of his face from his jawline up to his cheekbone where you stop. With the flat of your tongue pressed to his skin, your eyes move to the camera — the exact same pose as the photo from the previous night.

Only this time your tongue is swiping up Narumi’s face instead of the side of a bright red, cherry-flavored popsicle.

Narumi takes another few seconds to adjust the phone, making sure that the sunlight reflects perfectly off the shining trail of saliva on his skin, before you hear the camera’s shutter. You lean back as he begins to examine the photo and wipe away the worst of your spit from his cheek with your thumb.

“Good enough?” The question is perfunctory. Even if he tells you no, that one picture is all he’s getting.

“Fucking perf—” you shove your spit-covered thumb into his mouth before he can finish speaking. You refuse to hear those same words from him twice in less than 24 hours.

You’ve trained him well, because he doesn’t object to being cut off nor to the manner in which you’ve cut him off as he dutifully swirls his tongue around the digit. Once he’s cleaned it, you reach out to the phone and switch it to video.

“One for them, one for us,” you tell him before hitting record.

He holds the phone steady as you sit up on your knees and lean over him, directing him to look up at you. His jaw instinctively drops, leaving his mouth wide open for you. You purse your lips and let your spit drip straight down into his eagerly-awaiting mouth.

You savor the dark look in his eyes and know what it means — that he’s already planning on returning the favor when he gets another chance. Your thighs can’t help but clench together to ease the ache already forming between them.

But his phone continues to record and you know what the video requires of you. You lick your smirking lips clean, enjoying the way his eyes dart down to follow your tongue as it sweeps out to do so.

“Swallow,” you order him and he’s quick to close his mouth and obey, opening up wide once he’s done to show that he’s done as told. “Good boy.”

You then turn your smirk to the camera, giving it a long look before hitting the button to stop recording. You take his phone from him and immediately send the video to yourself, not wanting to take any chance of it being lost.

As you sit back down properly on the bench, Narumi tosses an arm over your shoulder and leans into you. You shiver when he drops his chin right where your neck meets your shoulder, a weak spot that he’s always more than willing to exploit.

“You gonna sit on my face later?” he asks, his voice rough. You nod, your thighs instinctively clenching on their own as you go through his phone, opening Twitter and ignoring his account’s notifications as you start to draft a new Tweet. “Good. Can’t wait to spit right on your pussy. But I bet you’ll be so wet you won’t even be able to tell I did.”

You’re used to the level of filth from him and normally you wouldn’t bat an eye. You’re far from some blushing virgin — the photos and videos on both of your phones can attest to that.

But something about hearing those words spoken so lowly into your ear as you upload the picture of you licking his face to his Twitter account has you biting back a soft moan.

As soon as you hit “Tweet” and share the picture for the rest of the world to see, he rewards you by licking a stripe up your cheek in turn.

If it weren’t for the way his phone begins to buzz with a barrage of new notifications only seconds after posting the picture, you would climb on top of him and make him eat you out right then and there on the base’s rooftop terrace.

Instead, you let him savor what he believes is his win for a few more moments before setting his phone down on the bench next to you. And then, before he can stop you, you pull out the hammer from your pocket and swing it down hard to meet his phone screen.

You’ve never heard a more beautiful sound than the shattering of glass mixed with Narumi’s shrill scream of horror.

It makes it more than worth the email marked urgent that you receive the next morning from the Head of the Defense Force’s PR Department demanding a meeting with the both of you.

#narumi gen #narumi gen x reader #kn8 #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no 8 #kn8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 x reader #kaiju no 8 x reader #gen narumi #gen narumi x reader #agents of chaos #kn8!chaos couple #mel writes

[narumi-gens]

…I genuinely cannot believe that more kn8!chaos couple smut may be coming today

#the urge to write coming as cumming was v strong but I held back! #it’s all thanks to that anon who slipped that ask into my inbox! #you know who you are!!!! #mel talks

[narumi-gens]

Do you have an eta because I’m getting slightly feral for this fic…like I know it’ll be so juicy and good but i can hardly wait 😖

I'm guessing you mean for the kn8!chaos couple fic (since that's the only fic I'm making any progress on lol) in which case this ask makes me so happy bc I love the chaos couple to the ends of the earth.

I want to have it up before the end of this week! this week is kind of busy but I think I can do it since I'm in the home stretch and all the hardest stuff to write (aka smut) is mostly done.

and to reward you for your curiosity about the kn8!chaos couple, here's what you can look forward to:

#i will answer any and all questions related to the kn8!chaos couple #mel answers

[narumi-gens]

Agents of Chaos Masterlist

Narumi Gen x f!Reader

summary: In the Defense Force's First Division, it's a commonly accepted fact that the only thing more chaotic than a kaiju attack is yours and Narumi's relationship.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut

notes: giving the kn8 chaos couple their own, well-deserved masterlist.

ONE-SHOTS

Never Felt a Feeling Like This: For Narumi, it's love at first sight. For you, it's boredom. | smut

Do I Have Your Attention?: Narumi Gen is not only Japan’s strongest, but also its pettiest. | smut

Level Up: Narumi thinks it's time to take your relationship to the next level. But you both have different ideas about what "the next level" actually is. | smut-adjacent

Indecent Proposal: Hoshina Soshiro is visiting the First Division’s base for the first time in three years only weeks after you mentioned a threesome with the man to Narumi. And really, who are you to question the universe's plans? | smut-adjacent

#1 Trending: Narumi has always wanted to be the number one trending topic in Japan. You don’t think this is how he intended for it to happen. | smut-adjacent

Keep Me Up: Narumi has become such a loud and chaotic presence in your life that any semblance of silence is now deafening. | hurt/comfort

In It to Win It: It’s not only chaos that colors your relationship with Narumi. It’s also competitiveness. | smut

DRABBLES

kn8!chaos couple + consensual relationship agreement

kn8!chaos couple + cuddling

kn8!chaos couple + who first brought up doing anal

kn8!chaos couple + narumi cheers you up

#our most chaotic couple deserves a masterlist #narumi gen #narumi gen x reader #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no. 8 x reader #kn8 #kn8 x reader #agents of chaos

[narumi-gens]

Who brought up anal first? kn8 couple

Anon, I had to get this out of my inbox because it was at the very top and I could no longer look at "anal" and the "kn8 couple" every time I got an ask lol

narumi gen x f!reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut-adjacent (as usual with the kn8!chaos couple), porn/porn-watching, talk about anal

part of the Agents of Chaos series

The last thing you're expecting when you open your laptop, impatiently hitting the spacebar over and over again to wake it from sleep, is to be met with a chorus of high-pitched "ah, ah, ah!" and the sound of skin slapping against skin blaring through your headphones while a close-up video of some girl getting pounded in the ass plays across your entire screen.

It takes you a second to just get over the surprise before you exit out of full-screen, rolling your eyes when you see the title of the video: I fuck my gf hard in her tight ass while she plays video games.

Typical.

You sit up a little taller where you're slouched on the couch to look over the top of your laptop at where Narumi cluelessly continues to play his game, sitting so close to the tv that you would worry about his eyesight if you didn't know better. Your gaze moves back and forth between him and your computer curiously.

The entire time, your ears are filled with the groans and whimpers from the video still playing on your computer. Each time you look at your screen, you find your eyes lingering on the sight of the guy's cock disappearing into his girlfriend's "tight ass" with each thrust.

Finally, you sit up fully and shove aside the empty water bottles and energy drink cans littered across the coffee table's surface to make room for your laptop. You slip your headphones down to hang around your neck, where you can still hear the girl's pleas for her boyfriend to "Fuck me harder!"

"Gen."

Just as expected, he keeps playing. Rather than wait for a response that you'll never get, you take one of the empty water bottles and hurl it at the back of his head where it hits and bounces off with a dull thunk! that you can barely hear over Narumi's game and the sharp gasps coming from your headphones.

He must be in a safe location in the game because he whirls around to glare at you, his hand rubbing the spot where the water bottle made contact.

"What?" he snaps and you simply raise an unamused eyebrow.

"If you're gonna watch porn, can you not do it on my computer?" you ask him dryly and his features scrunch up in confusion until you twirl your laptop around to face him.

His expression slackens in shock before morphing into one of horror when you turn your headphones off and his office is filled with the lewd sounds coming from your computer.

"I mean, at least use incognito mode," you scoff with an unimpressed eye roll.

That seems to spur him into action because he's suddenly scrambling out of his futon and across the floor towards you. But just when he reaches out a frantic hand to grab your computer, you pull it away and set it in your lap, the screen still open and the video still continuing to play.

He leans across the coffee table in a desperate move to try and get to your laptop again, but he freezes at your next words.

"So, you're into anal?"

When he slowly lifts his gaze and sees the smirk on your lips, he feels his cock twitching in his pants.

There’s a cry of pleasure that’s followed by a low groan from your computer and Narumi’s eyes drop down just long enough to see the girl in the video wiggling her ass as her boyfriend coats it in his cum. But all Narumi can picture is your ass streaked with his cum.

When he meets your gaze, he finds the same dark hunger that’s surely present in his own. Slowly, he nods and when your smirk grows more dangerous, his cock begins to ache at the thought of being buried deep in your ass.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

#narumi gen #narumi gen x reader #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no. 8 x reader #kn8 x reader #kn8 #kn8!chaos couple #mel writes #agents of chaos

[narumi-gens]

Chaos couple fluff! How does Gen cheer reader up when she's feeling down / in a bad mood?

I don't think this is the fluff you had in mind, so sorry anon. But it is on-brand for the kn8!chaos couple so hopefully you like it anyway lol

narumi gen x f!reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, squirting, oral (f receiving)

part of the Agents of Chaos series

While you and Narumi are both into video games, there's zero overlap when it comes to the types of video games. Narumi plays first-person shooters and MMORPGs. You exclusively play single-person games, whether they're RPGs, action-adventure, or horror. There's only one exception to your "no first-person shooter games" rule.

Whenever you're in a shitty mood, a shitty mood that Narumi is miraculously not the cause of, he'll sit you down in his lap in front of the tv, put on one of his games, and hand you the controller.

You're not bad at first-person shooters. You've just never found them that interesting. So the games he has you play are never that challenging in and of themselves. They're also never that entertaining enough on their own to improve your mood.

What does improve your mood – and gets your mind off whatever it is that put you in such a bad one – is that while you play his BS5, he plays with your pussy.

You lean back against his chest as he spreads you wide open, planting one foot on the outside of each of his outstretched legs, positioning you exactly how he wants you while he casually tells you which mission he has in mind for you to play.

As you navigate through the menus and select your settings, his hands start to roam your body – rubbing your thighs, reaching up to lazily squeeze your tits, lightly strumming your nipples with his thumbs, brushing his fingertips along your already weeping slit.

He makes a game out of it, one that you enjoy much more than his dumb first-person shooter.

Whenever you die in the game, his fingers stop whatever they're doing – whether they're pinching your slippery clit, thrusting in and out of your soaking cunt, or stroking your g-spot perfectly, and no matter how close you are to coming, even if you're in the middle of coming.

This means that on the occasions that you keep dying, Narumi brings you over and over and over again right to the edge, only to stop because you tossed your head back to cry out or looked away from the screen and down at his fingers or let your eyes close in pleasure.

Without fail, the moment the screen turns red and the words "Mission Failed" appear, he moves his hands away from your pussy. His drenched fingers leave a shining trail of your slick across your skin as he strokes your thigh with one hand. With the other, he slowly rubs your side up and down, gently brushing the backs of his wet fingers against the curve of your breast as he does.

As you both wait for your character to revive at the last checkpoint, he responds to your wordless, protesting whines by softly shushing you, reassuring you that "it's okay, you're okay, you're fine, I've got you," in between the kisses he presses to the side of your head.

The longer both games go on, the more desperate to come you grow, the more his assurances begin to sound like promises, and the more your eyes fill with tears.

When you finally, finally, finally get to come on his fingers – almost always because you're at a safe spot in the game rather than because you've been able to keep your eyes open through your orgasm – it's with his name on your lips and your fingers clutching tightly onto the fabric of his sweatpants at his thighs, the controller dropped carelessly to the side.

If your character is still alive by this point then he keeps going, furiously rubbing your clit with one hand while the fingers of his other hand piston in and out of your spasming cunt until you're making a mess of the futon that you're spread out on as you squirt around his fingers.

If your character is not still alive by this point then he lets you collapse back against his chest as you catch your breath, little aftershocks of pleasure still running throughout your body while you watch with heavy-lidded eyes as your character returns to the previous checkpoint with a full bar of health.

With his hard cock pressing against your ass and his fingers in his mouth as he sucks your cum from them, he casually asks if you "want another one?"

It always takes a moment for his question to register, but your usual response is a tired nod before you pick the controller back up and the games begin all over again.

Of course, this is only what Narumi does to cheer you up whenever something other than him is responsible for your bad mood. When he is the reason for your bad mood, there's only one tried and tested way to get back into your good graces.

He'll clear the junk off his desk, lay you out on it, sit down in his chair, and then toss your legs over his shoulders to eat you out for as long as you deem necessary.

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[narumi-gens]

Do I Have Your Attention?

Narumi Gen x f!Reader

summary: Narumi Gen is not only Japan’s strongest, but also its pettiest.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, oral (m receiving), spit kink, some femdom, Narumi being a little shit

notes: I said I wasn’t going to write for a fandom with only a handful of fics for a character who’s barely appeared in three chapters, but here we are. this fic better spawn 100 other Narumi fics because it can't just be me and @flintstrikes out here thirsting over this trash man. (also, I realized that Narumi is basically the Gojo of Kaiju No. 8, so feel free to consider this my kn8!Chaos Couple.)

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part of the Agents of Chaos series

Narumi Gen and irritation go hand-in-hand.

For as long as you've known the First Division Captain, he's never ceased to find new ways to annoy you. It's something that you've long grown used to.

But this? This is a step too far.

You can handle the all-night gaming. You can handle the mess that he refuses to clean up. You can handle his pettiness and narcissism and lack of respect for others.

What you can't handle, refuse to handle, is his whining about how unfair it is that he isn't trending, his attention focused solely on his phone when it should have been focused on your lips that are wrapped around his cock.

You scowl up at him from your place between his legs, the wooden floor of his office hard against your knees. You're certain that they'll still be hurting tomorrow. And for what? So that he can come as an afterthought?

Aching knees and a sore jaw are worth much more than that.

“Who do these idiots think they are?!” he continues to rant as he scrolls through his feed. “Yeah, it’s easy to talk shit when you’re hiding behind a computer! I’d love to see them say this to my face. In fact, I’m gonna invite them to the base and see how brave they really are.”

The sound of his fingers furiously tapping on his screen as he angrily types out his response before hitting send is so loud that it threatens to drown out the obscene slurping sounds that you make each time you swallow him.

When you feel your eye beginning to twitch even as you swipe your tongue along the thick vein that runs on the underside of his cock, you know your patience is nearing its limit.

The twitch only grows more severe when Narumi turns his phone around and shoves the screen in your face. You're positive that he thinks he's being considerate by moving his phone back and forth with you as your head bobs up and down on his shaft so that you can read the comments without needing to stop what you're doing.

What a fucking gentleman.

Instead of looking at his phone, your glare remains focused on him. Despite how wet your eyes are from the way he's hitting the back of your throat again and again, they lose none of their fire as you still manage to convey every insult and threat that your mouth is too preoccupied to say aloud.

“Can you believe what they’re saying?” he asks as he turns his phone back around so that he can return to scrolling through his feed. The question is obviously rhetorical — not because you can't reply but because he clearly thinks that you agree with him.

He looks away from his phone, but not so that he can take in the sight of you before him, working your hardest to make him spill his cum down your throat. No, he instead looks up at the ceiling thoughtfully, his wrinkled brow hidden beneath messy bangs.

“I wonder if there’s a troll farm out there that’s targeting me,” he considers, a look of satisfaction slowly forming on his face.

Unfortunately for you, that satisfaction has nothing to do with the hand that you're twisting around the base of his cock just how he usually likes. He snaps his fingers and glances down at you with an eager nod.

“That’s it. There’s no other reason I’d be getting this much hate,” he crows. A smug smirk grows on his lips as his scrolling turns leisurely, pleased with himself for uncovering the conspiracy. “I mean, no one actually thinks Ashiro’s the strongest fighter. Not when I’m in charge of the First Division.”

Deciding to get rougher with him, you let your teeth graze his sensitive flesh the next time you swallow him — a warning of what he can expect if he doesn't stop. But the only reaction you receive is a sharp hiss as his attention briefly turns away from Twitter long enough to give you a petulant scowl.

“Hey, watch the teeth, would ya?” he complains before he looks back at his phone and you suddenly find yourself trying to list all of the reasons why it would be a bad idea to simply bite down and be done with the whole matter.

You sit up and let his cock fall from your mouth, sucking his length as you go. Thinking of yourself as the more considerate lover of the two of you, you continue to pump his spit-slicked shaft with your hand. You softly clear your throat.

“Gen,” you say, your voice dangerously cool.

“If it wasn’t for all of these bots, I’d be the one trending right now,” he rambles. “You know that, right?”

You wipe your drool from your chin with the back of your wrist, your hand never once ceasing its smooth movements.

“Gen.”

“Y’know, the Defense Force really needs to do something about this,” he thinks aloud, ignoring you once again. “It doesn’t look good for them if a bunch of spam accounts are harassing their strongest captain. I’m gonna bring this up the next time I get dragged to one of those meetings.”

You dip your head back down to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, deciding to be generous and give him one last opportunity to see the error of his ways. You suck on the tip, flicking your tongue on the spot just underneath the head that always makes him weak.

His hips jerk and his length twitches in your hand, but he otherwise gives no response.

Unwilling to let your own ego take any further hits, you sit back with a huff. You drop your hand and cross your arms over your chest in displeasure. Your anger only grows when he doesn't protest.

“Gen.”

He finally chooses to reply to you with a distracted, “Hmm?”

Everything turns red.

You're moving quicker than you can comprehend, your hand darting out to grab his phone and yank it from his grasp. The action is so unexpected that the device easily slips from his hold and into your vice-like grip.

He gapes at you as you stand up, now the one looking down at him where he sits in his office chair. It's your turn to be the one that's smugly satisfied as he remains frozen, enjoying how much of an idiot he looks with his features having gone slack in shock and his dick still standing hard in his lap.

You raise an unamused eyebrow at him and it seems to be enough to snap him out of his stupor because an affronted expression quickly appears on his face. He hurriedly begins to tuck himself back in his pants before springing to his feet.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” he cries and you easily dart away from him when he tries to grab his phone back.

Deciding to let your actions speak for themselves, you storm towards the large, double doors of his office, fuming every step of the way. He's right on your heels, sounding like a petulant teenager as he screeches in your ears, demanding that you give him his phone back right now.

You shove open one of the doors so hard that it hits the wall with a bang! and before he can stop you, you hurl the object down the hallway. Its trajectory barely misses Hasegawa and Narumi’s new attendant, who both freeze where they are.

You're too busy relishing the sound of Narumi’s phone shattering into pieces that then skittered across the floor, followed by his panicked shriek, to pay any attention to how the short, blonde-haired girl standing at Hasegawa’s side is looking at the scene playing out before her in shock. The First Division Vice-Captain clears his throat expectantly and when your gaze shifts to him, you're met with nothing more than a raised eyebrow.

“What?!” you snap and the crazed look on your face has the girl next to him instinctively taking half a step back.

Your attention returns back to Narumi when he tries to push you out of his way so that he can run after his phone. Your hand latches onto the collar of his shirt and you use your hold on him to roughly shove him back into his office.

“Officer Shinomiya and I have business to discuss with the Captain,” Hasegawa states, sounding as unfazed as ever. This is far from the first time he's found himself in the middle of such a situation.

“Is it important?” you snarl, shoving Narumi back into his office when he tries yet again to get past you.

“Yes.”

“Life and death important?” you challenge, already reaching out to grab onto the large handle of the open door. Hasegawa’s resigned sigh is answer enough. “Then come back later!”

You yank the door shut behind you, slamming it so hard that it causes the doorframe to rattle.

“What the hell is your problem?!” Narumi shouts, his arms waving wildly. You grab a fistful of his shirt as you walk past him and drag him along with you as you make your way back to his desk, your pace much less bothered this time around. “Hey! Get off me! That phone was brand new!”

You stop in front of his desk and do just as he asked and release him. He makes a big show of straightening out his shirt — as if it hadn’t already been wrinkled. Meanwhile, you turn your attention to the surface of his desk, which is covered in papers, empty soda cans and water bottles, old manga magazines, and a pile of discarded sweatshirts.

You outstretch your arms and in one, giant sweep, you shove the entire mess off his desk and onto the floor. He gasps in horror, but you give little regard to his new rant about how you've just ruined his “organized mess.”

Instead, you sit down on the desk’s wooden surface with one leg crossed over the other. He starts to kneel down so that he can pick up the mess but you stop him by yanking on the back of his shirt and pulling him to stand up.

“That was a limited edition—”

He stops mid-complaint when you tightly grab his chin in your hand, the tips of your fingers indenting the hollows of his cheeks from how hard they're digging into his skin. His eyes, which usually only vacillate between bored and bloodshot, have turned wild and his pupils have blown wide.

You use your hold on his face to tug him closer, meeting no resistance. You can hear how his breathing has slightly picked up, the excitement surely beginning to thrum in his veins.

“That’s better,” you murmur with a smirk as you brush the tip of your nose against his. Your eyes flash with glee when he tries to take a step closer but is stopped when he meets your knees where they're crossed between the two of you.

“Now, are you going to be good?” you ask, your voice low and full of the promise of what will happen if he dares to do anything but agree — not that he would, not when you're holding onto him with such a firm hand.

There's a flash of pink when his tongue peeks out to unconsciously run over his bottom lip and your thumb chases after it, slipping into his mouth and he eagerly swirls his tongue around the digit. Without breaking your gaze and like he's in some sort of trance, he slowly nods.

You softly tsk and his expression wrinkles slightly in distress at having done something to warrant your displeasure.

“Baby, I think I need to hear you say it,” you coo with wide, imploring eyes. His tongue moves along your thumb even more urgently. “Are you going to be good for me, Gen?”

“Y-yeah,” he quickly rasps, the word muffled as he speaks around your thumb. “Yeah, I’ll be good.”

Your grin grows so wide that if he were in a proper state of mind, it would have Narumi on edge. But he's too focused on how hard his cock is in his pants to care, achingly aware of how he was buried in your mouth not even ten minutes earlier.

You gently release your grip on his chin and slowly slide your thumb from his mouth. He follows it with hawklike eyes, watching as it then disappeared between your own plush lips so that you can suck it clean of his spit.

When you drop it from your mouth, his slightly opens, unconsciously hoping that you'll return it back to his. The action doesn't escape you and you let out a quiet, mocking laugh at his expense.

You press a chaste kiss to the corner of his parted lips before giving his cheek a patronizing pat, using the hand that was just holding his chin so that your thumb leaves behind a shining, wet smear of your saliva on his pale skin.

“Good boy,” you softly purr and his eyes somehow manage to grow even wilder at those two, simple words. You slowly uncross your legs, spreading them and inviting him to step between them, pleased when he immediately does so.

You then slide your hand up from his cheek into his hair. Your fingers rake through his two-toned strands and push them back from his forehead, only for them to fall back into his face a moment later. Your hand comes to a stop on the crown of his head and you begin to apply pressure — a wordless demand for him to lower himself.

“I think I’ve spent enough time on my knees today, don’t you?” you ask with a hint of amusement and he nods his head in blind agreement, kneeling down in front of you without protest. “It’s your turn, Gen.”

Bonus:

Shinomiya has faced kaiju after kaiju and has never balked once. But for some reason, she finds herself breaking out in a cold sweat.

“S-sir…” she begins, struggling to put her thoughts into words. “W-what was that just now?”

Hasegawa lets out a tired sigh and turns to her, the look of exasperation that he's wearing at odds with the severe expression that she's already grown used to seeing on the man's scarred face.

“That was the Captain’s better half.”

Her jaw drops in disbelief. But it's quickly eclipsed by both horror and disgust when a muffled, high-pitched moan emerges from behind the set of closed doors. A large hand drops to her shoulder to give her a reassuring pat.

“You’ll get used to it,” Hasegawa grumbles before turning in the opposite direction and walking away. When another moan follows the first, she covers her ears and sprints after the Vice-Captain.

For the first time in her 17 years, Shinomiya Kikoru finds herself actively praying for a kaiju attack.

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