Idk if you still write but i read your roommate free use series and wondered if you’d ever considered combos like yuuji/megumi or higaruma/nanami or aoi/kamo?
i adore your writing and hope you come back soon. we miss you
i wanna write but i have such intense writers block :((
i miss you guys so much it makes me sad
i’ve thought abt yuji and megumi but i just wasn’t sure how that would like land w ppl ig
and im not the biggest nanami girl and lowk same w aoi/kamo so i prob wouldnt write for them or it wouldnt come out good
warnings: 18+ he’s a meanie, pnv, creampie, fingering
a/n: i dunno where i went but here a mahito fic - i dunno me and writing are just weird rn
w/c: 602
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your breath catches when mahito pulls you up from the bed. he chuckles when you stand on wobbly knees, pleasure sliding down your thighs, cheeks pink and streaked with tears already. he grabs your wrist and yanks you over to the mirror, grin widening when you look down at your feet instead of your wrecked state.
“no no no.” he clicks his tongue, fingers cupping your jaw and making you look up. “look at those pretty tears.” he coos. “just for me.” he scoots you closer to the cool glass.
you brace your hands on the mirror when he nudges your legs apart. his flushed tip sliding through your folds once more before he slams back in. your eyes squeeze shut, breath fanning across the glass in small pants.
“if you close your eyes again i’ll stop.” mahito tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls your head up.
“‘m sorry.” you crack your eyes open.
“good girl.” he starts pounding into you.
each snap of his hips steals your breath, his pace becoming almost animalistic. he’s watching every change in your face, every shutter that wracks your body. his hands are all over you, touching, grabbing, squeezing.
“mahito.” your voice cracks, fingers smearing down the glass.
“what?” he licks the side of your neck, staring at you in the mirror. “look fucking pathetic like this.” he sucks harshly over your pulse.
“can i..” you pant. “can i cum? please! pleaseplease!” fresh tears roll down your cheeks.
“only if you look at yourself.” one of his hands slides down your tummy, two fingers circling your clit.
you lock eyes with yourself, brows scrunching at your blush, lips parted and puffy. eyes shifting to mahito who’s buried in your neck with a feral grin, slamming himself into you harder, meaner. then down to where he’s splitting you open.
“see me in there?” his other hand presses low on your tummy.
your orgasm bursts through you, eyes barely staying open. he starts fucking you even harder, giggling at the way your juices are leaking down your leg.
“look at youuu.” he coos. “all broken and ruined.” he smushes you against the mirror.
“‘s s’good.” your words slurred.
you start to slump down the mirror and he slides with you. he’s kneeling behind you, holding you up and fucking into you while you lean back agaisnt him. your head is lulled back onto his shoulder, whimpers and babbles all you can manage to get out.
“you sound so stupid.” he grabs your jaw. “words are too hard, baby?” he thumbs at your tears.
“mahitooo.” you choke on his name.
“s’all you know?” he thrusts up into you harder.
“mahito, mmmngh ! i.. ‘s too- ahh, much !” you shake your head.
his other hand moves from your waist and rubs at your oversensitive clit while he stares at your withering body in the mirror. you have one hand pressed the the mirror the other gripped around his wrist as he abuses your poor clit.
“hitohito !!” your orgasm shatters you.
he fucks into you faster, his own stomach tightening before he starts fucking his cum into you. he watches as it leaks out of you and slides down your legs mixing with your own pleasure. he pulls out and spreads your legs so he can watch his creaminess seep out of you.
“fucking messy. open your eyes and look.” he grabs your chin. “good girl.” he smiles when you crack your eyes open. “now let’s push it back in.” you whine when he scoops up his cum and starts to fuck it back into you with this fingers.
HII I MISS U i hope you’re doing well and that you had a great christmas / holiday season !!!!! u r my fav gen author fr THANK U FOR KEEPING THE GIRLIES FED !! <33
— ribbon anon 🎀
i miss YOU !!! jfc it’s like we’re connected bc i literally just opened up a gen doc 😭 i never know which one to work on you guys give me so many yummy reqs 🤭 i hope your christmas/holidays was amazing as you are !!
sum: handing out presents makes him a lil emo abt the future
warnings: 18+ sickeningly sweet, pnv, breeding kink(not super intense), talk of having kids, creampie, he’s so sweet 👉🏻👈🏻
a/n: crybaby narumi bc it’s christmas 🎄 also i had a few buried reqs somewhere for a breeding kink (but it’s like lovingly? and lwk thx to my ovulation bc im not the biggest breeding kink fan 🫣) and some reqs of them w children soooo merry christmas this fic has it all 🫶🏻
w/c: 1166
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gens jaw drops when you walk out of the closet in your mrs. claus outfit. you smooth the skirt down and walk over to him with a wide grin painted on your face.
“close your mouth, santa.” you giggle, straightening his red jacket.
“fuck baby.” he grabs your waist, head reeling at how perfect you look.
“nu-uh.” you playfully push him off. “we gotta go.” you tangle your fingers with his and tug him to the door.
“just one kiss.” he drags his feet.
“just one.” you turn around and peck his lips.
“doesn’t count.” he murmurs against your lips and pulls you closer.
you indulge him for a minute before pulling back despite his whines. “the kids are gonna be sad if santa doesn’t show up.” you cup his cheek. “and we spent all that time buying gifts.” you brush your thumb against his heated skin.
“yeah, okay.” he nods, turning his head and placing a soft kiss on your hand.
by the time you guys arrive the event is already in full motion. kids running everywhere, laughing and shouting until they spot gen. the both of you are instantly flooded. he looks at you with wide eyes as they start crawling over his legs and tugging on your skirt.
“‘s kinda crazy.” he whispers to you.
“s’okay.” you offer him a warm smile, reaching out for his hand and giving him a reassuring squeeze.
he starts to relax, the smile on his face widening as he scoops up a kid in his arms. your heart swells seeing him like this, carefree, content.
the kids are wrangled back by the coordinators and escort you and gen to your seat. there’s massive bags and boxes next to the chair, overflowing with gifts and the children are looking wide eyed, practically buzzing.
you walk up to the first kid and hold your hand out for him. he grabs your hand and walks up sheepishly, grabbing your skirt as you walk him over to gen. he leans down and holds his arms out and the little boy runs into them with a big smile as he pulls him into his lap.
gen talks to him quietly, nodding and listening before handing him a present. instead of grabbing the present the little boy wraps his arms around gen’s neck and gives him a big hug. gen hugs him back, patting his head and whispering something before helping him down with his new present.
“you’re the best, captain narumi.” the boy smiles with pink cheeks and runs away.
gen looks at you with soft eyes and flushed cheeks. you smile at him and go grab another kid for him. you watch him with a full chest as he brings smiles to the kids faces, he’s laughing and looks so light.
for the next couple hours you both pass out presents and hang out with the kids. by the time it’s dinner all of the presents have been handed out and you both stay to eat with them. all of the kids gather around you both and ask him questions about being captain and he looks so proud to answer them.
when you two finally make it back to base for the night he has flushed cheeks and he won’t let go of your hand. you stand in front of him and cup his cheek with your free hand.
“how are you?” you hum as he leans into your hand.
“love you so much.” he mumbles.
“i love you.” you reach up and press a soft kiss on his lips.
“just.. just wanna be close to you.” he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly. “you look so pretty.” he whispers, hands sliding down your sides.
“surprised you’re not doing any of your santa stuff.” you pull back with a smile.
“i just..” he looks away quickly.
“hey.” you cup his cheeks. “tell me what’s on your mind.” you search his eyes.
“it was like.. nice to be with those kids today.” he swallows. “not just cause of like how i grew up or whatever but like.. i dunno.” he shakes his head.
your throat gets tight seeing him like this. you thread your fingers with his and lead him over to the edge of the bed and sit down with him. he looks at your hand in his, resting them on his thigh.
“you don’t wanna like live here forever?” he scrunches his brows. “like we get a place of our own and like have a life or something?” he can’t look at you. “maybe.. um.. a family?” he whispers.
“gen.” he looks at you immediately.
“you don’t have to answer. i just..” he shakes his head. “uh.. sorry santa got mushy.” he lets out a strained laugh, trying to school his face.
“no.. hey, baby look at me.” you cup his cheeks. “i do want all that with you.” you nod.
“for real?” he searches your eyes.
“for real.” you smile.
“you can’t take it back.” he narrows his eyes.
“i didn’t plan on it.” you giggle.
he looks at you, really looks at you before letting out a shaky breath. he presses his lips to yours again, this time with more purpose, more hunger. the costumes are slowly pulled off and tossed to the floor as you both scoot up the bed.
“love you so much.” he presses his lips to yours.
you wrap your legs around his waist as he slowly rocks against you. your hands find his hair and hold him closer, spilling all of your sounds into his mouth. he lines himself up, slowly sinking into you and pressing his forehead to yours.
“you’re so perfect.” he whispers. “so sweet, so kind.” he nods. “patient and calm.”
you’re looking up at him with so much love, so much devotion he can’t take it. you hold him closer, soft moans spilling between the both of you as he rocks into you.
“gonna be such a good mom.” his lip trembles. “look so pretty.” he presses a hand to your tummy. “‘m gonna protect you both. don’t gotta worry.” he shakes his head, a tear slips from his face to yours.
“gen.” you cup his face.
“we’re gonna be so happy. promise i’ll be so good.” he nods.
“you are.” you brush his hair back. “gonna be such a good dad.” a choked sob leaves his lips.
“can we.. try?” another tear falls. “if it happens, keep it? you don’t gotta work anymore.” he falls to his elbows.
“yeah baby.” you pull his lips to yours.
there’s no end and no beginning to either of you. he keeps mumbling the sweetest things to you. his hot tears slipping down his cheeks and dripping onto your heated skin. when your pleasure washes through you, his is only a moment behind.
“wanna stay in.” he kisses down your neck. “want it to stick.” his voice cracks.
“s’okay.” you run your fingers through his hair. “‘m not going anywhere.”
sum: loser bf wants to play his new dlc instead of fucking his cute gf
warnings: 18+ loser gamer narumi again!, he ties you to the bed this time!, use of a vibe, overstim, multiple orgasms, begging, crying, pnv, creampie, pet names
a/n: idk guys i’ve had this in my docs for over a month 😖
w/c: 1597
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surprise drop
you jolt awake to gen yelling and a controller being smashed onto his desk. you wipe your eyes, sitting up and looking at him only a couple inches away from the screen.
“‘s late.” you mumble.
“sorry, baby. they just dropped a new dlc.” he looks back at you quickly.
“y’need to sleep.” you curl back up.
“yeah, five minutes.” he slides his headset on.
“gen narumi.” you grumble.
“just go back to bed. i’ll be quiet. swear.” his button smashes already louder than you’d like.
morning after
you wake up to the sun peaking through the curtains and gen still perched in his chair in front of his screen. you toss a pillow at him and he turns and narrows his eyes at you. blood shot with bags, before turning back to his screen.
“gen.” your feet hit the floor.
“i took breaks.” he shakes his head.
“go to bed.” you pull his headset down.
“i’m fine.” he lifts it back up.
“gen.” you reach for the headset again and he bats your hand away. “mm.” a low chuckle leaves your lips.
he watches you saunter over to his console, fingers reaching for the power cord and his eyes go wide.
“don’t you dare.” he’s on his feet instantly.
“save it or you lose it.” you raise your eyebrows, fingers wrapping around the cord.
“five more minutes.” he begs with his eyes.
“five seconds.” you nod.
“baby.” he pushes his bottom lip out.
“five. four. three.”
“okay!!” he pushes a couple buttons and the game saves, console powering down a few moments later.
“bed.” you point to the bed.
he drags his feet over to the bed, mumbling under his breath as he pulls the blankets back. you watch him with pursed lips, only turning to get in the shower when you see him asleep.
post nap
you come back from lunch and he’s already back in his chair, headset on, controller gripped in his hands. a sigh falls from your lips as you set a plate of food down on his desk. he glances at the plate and then to you before turning back to his game.
“gen you need to eat.” you scoot the plate closer.
“five minutes.” he nods.
“i’m not doing this five minutes thing again. it turns into hours.” your hands rest on your hips.
“i ate a protein bar i’ll be good for a while.” he scoots closer to the screen.
“gen.” you grab his control and his eyes go wide. “eat.” you pull his controller away from him.
“you just killed me!!!” he looks at his black and white screen. “baby why?” he glances back at you with round eyes. “you need attention? it hasn’t even been a whole day. need to cum and then i can play? what? tell me.” he stands up.
“eat.” you point at the plate.
“if i eat, can i play my game again?” he pulls the plate into his lap.
“we’ll see.” you lean against his desk, watching him eat quickly.
“‘member what i said last time?” he talks with a full mouth.
“finish eating first.” you shake your head.
he finishes the plate, barely tasting anything but getting it down nonetheless. you look at him surprised when he actually gets up from his chair and goes over to the drawers. your brows scrunch when you see him holding a couple of his ties.
“get on the bed.” he starts to walk over to you.
“what are you talking about?” you tilt your head up as he towers in front of you.
“i wanna play my game and you have an attitude because you wanna cum.” he starts to pull off your shirt.
“why do you have your ties?” your breath hitches when he pushes you back on the bed and yanks off your shorts and panties.
he scoots you up the pillows before gathering your wrists. “cause i told you i was gonna tie you to the bed and put a vibe between your thighs the next time a game drops.” he wraps the cool fabric around your skin.
“gen.” you whine.
“don’t wanna hear it.” he shakes his head and secures your wrists to the headboard. he leans back, eyes trailing all over your squirming body. “spread your thighs, baby. know you’re not gonna keep them open.” he taps your ankle.
“i will, promise i’ll be good.” you’re breathless with anticipation.
“can’t even keep them open when my hand’s between them.” he chuckles, grabbing your ankle and securing it down to the frame. you offer him your other ankle and he hums. “that’s a good girl.” he places a kiss on your ankle before he ties you down.
“fuck, you look good like this.” he traces his fingers up your thighs, watching them twitch and his ties go taut. “dunno why i haven’t done this before.” he walks over to the side table, pulling out your pink vibe.
“but i want you.” you whine.
“later.” he positions the vibe, the cool silicone making you jolt. “gonna play my game.” he flicks it on and watches your face twist.
“gen! gen baby, please!” you look up at him with round eyes. “mmngh please!” you whimper.
“feel good baby? want it higher?” he turns up the setting and you toss your head back in the pillows. “look so good like this.” his eyes darken.
he watches your pussy get wetter by the second before he tears his eyes away and goes back to his game. you’re whining and moaning, the small hum of the toy being drowned out by you. he starts his game, settling into his chair and hitting play.
“gengengen ‘m gonna- ahh ‘m gonna cum!”
he grips his controller when he hears your loud moan and the overstimulated whimpers that follow, your wetness buzzing against the toy as you fall apart. he tries his hardest to focus on his game, fighting to keep his eyes ahead.
he doesn’t know how long it’s been, all he knows is that you’ve cum a couple times and he’s nearing a new level finally. you cum again, crying out his name, begging for him, pleading.
“please.” your thighs try to squeeze around the toy.
“it’s what you wanted.” he hums, smiling that he’s leveled up.
“want.. i want..” you’re panting, shaking. “want you.” you feel another orgasm already building.
“fuck me! please i’ll be so good! pleasepleaseplease! i’ll let you play just- ngh please!” you feel the coil in your lower tummy.
“sounds like you’re about to cum, baby.” he glances back at you quickly. “fuck.” he can’t take his eyes off you.
he hears the telltale sound of his death in game but he doesn’t even care. controller tossed on his desk, his chair spun around to watch you writhe on the bed. his eyes are glued to your dripping pussy, and the toy that’s about to make you cum again.
“gonna cum?” he tilts his head and you soak the toy.
you’re crying out his name, his ties biting into your ankles and wrists, tears blotting at the corners of your eyes. he’s up from his chair and on the bed between your thighs in seconds. he grabs ahold of the toy and turns it up a setting, watching a scream get stuck in your throat.
“too much.” you shake your head.
when he pulls the vibe off you suck in air only for him to attach his mouth to your drenched folds. he groans into you, pushing two fingers into you, pulling your orgasm from you quickly. he licks you through it and lifts up with a soaked chin.
“please.” you look up at him with heavy eyes.
“want these off?” his fingers graze over the tie on your ankle.
“please? wanna touch you.” your voice raspy.
he makes quick work of his ties and tosses them to the floor, quickly followed by his clothes. he’s been hard since he tied your wrists up, leaking in his sweats, already distracted. he moves you around easily, you’re still too worked up from cumming.
“fuckin messy, baby.” he groans sliding his tip up and down your folds, smacking it against your sensitive clit, watching your legs twitch.
“gen.” you plead.
he slides into you and you both let out moans. your fingers dig into his shoulders and pull him closer, trying your hardest to lean up and press kisses all over his warm skin. you whisper barely coherent words of thanks and love as he starts to rock into you.
one harsh thrust has the mood shifting instantly.
he props himself back up and starts to hammer into you, stealing your breath with each snap of his hips. your legs are gathered and pushed up so he can watch the way you suck him in and leave him creamy.
“feel so fucking good.” he groans. “come on, baby.” he attaches his thumb to your clit. “need to feel it.” he pants.
“i.. gen.” you look up at him desperately.
“i got you, baby.” he nods, hips frantically falling into yours.
your orgasm slams through you and you clamp down around him. he can’t push his pleasure off anymore and begins to fill you, groaning.
“thank you.” you reach out for him, chest heaving, eyes closed. “thank you.”
“course.” he collapses next to you. “can never say no to you and your needy pussy.” he pulls you against his chest.
“gonna go play your game?” you mumble, completely boneless.
“nah baby, i’ll stay right here.” he presses a kiss to your forehead.
a/n: captain narumi 🧎🏼♀️ i love that you guys stay freaked out in my ask tytyty
w/c: 2439
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having the room next to the division’s captain was intimidating for all of five minutes until you heard him screaming at a game.
then it became annoying.
then it became.. something else.
after hours of hearing him game he would quiet down. then you would hear grunts. you assumed he was just doing extra training. he’s the strongest after all, it would make sense.
it’s as if the walls were nonexistent or like he was training right next to you. the low curses, the quick whimper from straining too hard.
you shake your head thinking to yourself that he works too hard. you wait until his room goes silent again and decide to offer him a spare electrolyte drink.
three soft knocks. scrambling and curses from his side of the door. a twist of the lock.
“what?” he looks at you, cheeks slightly flushed, hair stuck to his forehead.
“i.. i just thought i’d offer you this?” you feel stupid. what are you doing? he doesn’t need a drink. it’s late and you’re knocking on his door.
“why?” he looks at the drink like it personally offended him.
“i hear you working out every night..?” you scrunch your brows, wishing you just stayed in your room. “i don’t mean to? i just.. i dunno!” you push the drink into his hands and turn back to your room without looking, hoping he isn’t mad at you now.
gen stares at the drink in his hand. an electrolyte drink. because he works out.. yeah, works out.. he shuts his door and presses the drink to his forehead. only thing he’s thankful for is that you got nervous and looked away before you could see his flush creeping up to his ears.
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it’s been a couple days since he’s worked out and he’s getting frustrated. can you really hear through the walls? he paused his gaming one night to see if he can hear you in your room. flopped back on his bed, scrolling through his phone.
then he hears it.
seems like you work out too. he tosses his phone down and stares at the ceiling. why is he even listening? your noises bleed through the walls and he wipes his hand down his face trying and failing to not focus on them.
another couple of nights of this. him listening. him ignoring his urge. and then he breaks. he has to see you. needs to see what you look like when you're finished.
he pulls open his fridge and fishes out an electrolyte drink. he nods his head and goes to his door. is he really doing this? yeah.
three knocks. your soft footsteps. then your flushed cheeks appear.
“captain narumi?” you blink up at him.
he looks over your form. draped in some over size shirt, legs squeezed together. “sounded like an intense work out.”
your jaw drops. “i..” you look at him with wide eyes.
“wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated.” he offers you the drink.
“thanks.” you mumble.
the second you grab the drink he’s already walking back to his room. he shuts his door, not even looking back at you. he throws himself on his bed and shoves his hand down his sweats. he doesn’t even attempt to hide his noises tonight.
you’re staring at the drink sitting on your desk when you hear it. a low guttural groan. your cheeks burn and your thighs squeeze shut. you shamelessly listen, looking over to your crumpled sheets wondering if you should join him.
his low curses slip through the wall and wrap around your ears, sending heat shooting through your body. it’s like you’re frozen in your desk chair, staring at the wall, lip caught between your teeth until you finally hear the last groan.
you quickly turn out your lights and get under the covers, trying to push the image of him out of your head.
♡
you two play this dangerous game every night. it’s like you know when he puts his game down and then you start up. your breathy little pants, high pitched whines. he wonders where you’re sitting. you sound so close.
he imagines you spread out on your bed when he slips his hand in his sweats. thumbing at his leaking tip, imagining you’re pulling up that shirt and showing him your dripping pussy, your perked nipples.
“fuck.” he groans, rubbing his palm over the head.
his hips jerk into his hands and he tightens his fist, wishing it was you. wanting to know what kind of sounds you would make if he split you open. how wrecked you would look when you’re creaming all over him.
“shit baby.” he tosses his head back.
your cheeks burn when you hear him. fingers moving faster, walls helplessly squeezing around your fingers wishing it was him. your legs shake thinking about how it would feel to have him push your legs up to your chest and pound into you.
“please!” you’re desperately humping against your fingers. “wanna- ahhh!” your back arches. “wanna cum!”
and you're begging and asking? he fucks his hand faster. “yeah?” he lets out a breathy chuckle. “wanna cum?” he’s panting now.
did he..? is he..? “yes!!” the word tears out of your throat. “yes! ‘m gonna !” your thighs clamp around your hand, orgasm washing through you.
“fuck, just like that.” the coil is his stomach snaps.
you both lay panting in bed with a thin wall separating you, never saying anything the next day.
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he heard you leave fifteen minutes ago. his fingers are twitching as he paces by the door. he shouldn’t but.. he balls his hands into fists. he cracks open his door, the hallway is clear, and he slips into your room.
it’s clean, kept.. the opposite of his room. his heart is hammering as he walks over to your dresser. why is he doing this? he should just leave. he opens the top drawer and freezes.
“fuck.” he braces his hands on your dresser.
he pulls out a pair of your panties, mouth watering, sweats getting tighter. he shoves them into his pocket, half heartedly closing the drawer before getting back to his own room as soon as possible.
once he’s behind his closed door he pulls your panties out of his pocket and stares at them. he sits on his bed, breathing a little erratic, heart beating rapidly, heat creeping up his neck.
“what am i doing?” he groans, flopping back onto his bed.
he broods for all of one minute before he has his sweats pushed down and your panties wrapped around his cock.
“fuuuck.” his movements aren't even slow.
already imagining you pushing him back and riding him. hands braced on his chest, hips smacking against each other. the way you’d be soaking his thighs, using him until you’re both spent.
“keep going.” he grunts, hips thrusting up into his hand until he’s spilling all over his fingers.
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in the past week you’ve lost at least five pairs of panties. you only noticed because your favorite pair were missing. you know who it is. it has to be him. no one else would be stealing your panties.
you roll your eyes and step up a surprise for whoever is taking your beloved panties.
gen walks into your room, more confident now, it’s become almost a daily occurrence. he walks straight for your dresser but stops in his tracks.
and electrolyte drink sits on top with a pair of your panties wrapped around the bottle.
make sure to stay hydrated captain ♡
he snatches the bottle and your note and goes straight back to his room. wasting no time in shoving his pants down and making a mess of your panties before tossing them into his growing pile.
he makes his way to his own dresser to leave you a surprise of your own.
when you get back from the gym your eyebrows scrunch at the haphazardly closed box on the ground. you read an old shipping label with narumis name on it and roll your eyes. you open up the box and your cheeks go red.
wear this when you work out x
a scribbled note and his shirt tossed inside.
you shut your door behind you and immediately strip out of your clothes. you pull his shirt over your head, the smell of him flooding your senses.
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he hears your door shut and not even five minutes later your whimpers come seeping through the wall. didn’t even wait for his game to finish today. he can’t even focus on it so he just shuts it off and joins you.
“fuck baby.” he palms himself over his sweats. “couldn’t wait today, huh?” he hardens imagining you squirming under him, begging, pleading.
as if on queue. “please.” you’re breathless.
your fingers are already tired, thighs already shaking, you just need more. you need him. another string of moans slips from your lips.
he chuckles at your frustrated sounds. “s’okay.” he slips his hands in his sweats. “you can let it out.” he slowly starts to stroke himself.
“narumi!” your eyes shoot open and you clap a hand over your mouth.
he stops and stares blankly up at his ceiling. his hands out of his sweats and he’s on his feet the next second practically sprinting to your door. he snatches up a drink that he planned to give you after but..
he’s already knocking on your door rapidly. you open up and his knees go weak. you’re in his shirt, cheeks pink, still softly panting.
“want some help?” he tilts his head.
“please.” you whine up at him.
he lifts you up and kicks the door shut behind him, dropping the drink on your floor and walking you over to your bed. he tosses you back and watches his shirt ride up your thighs, showing him your perfect little pussy that he’s been dreaming about.
“please.” you spread your thighs.
he presses your legs to the bed and dives between them. his tongue is relentless, he’s groaning into you and pulling you closer. your hands are buried in his hair and you can’t stop yourself from grinding against his face.
his tongue is lapping at your clit, fingers dug into your thighs as you squirm beneath him. he’s moaning at the taste of you, licking down to your dripping core and shoving his tongue in.
“narumi i- nghh ! ‘m gonna !” your toes curl as you soak his face, hips desperately bucking against his mouth.
he lifts up, eyes glued to the way you’re leaking, slowly trailing up to your heaving chest that’s still covered by his shirt.
“lift up the shirt.” he nods down to you as he pulls his off.
you lift it up to your neck, flushing and squirming as you watch him shove his sweats down next. his eyes linger on your hardened nipples before sliding up to your face.
“show me how you play with yourself when you think about me.” he wraps his fingers around his cock, slowly stroking and thumbing at the pre.
“but..” you flush. “i want you to fuck me.” your voice fades into a whisper.
“yeah?” he smiles. “that what you think about?” he tightens his grip.
“mhm.” you nod, sliding your fingers between your thighs.
“that’s a good girl.” he watches you with dark eyes.
“please.” you whine, staring at his flushed tip. “narumi please!” your hips jerk when you circle your clit.
“not even calling me captain anymore.” he clicks his tongue, walking closer to the bed.
your thighs twitch as you look up at him. “captain narumi,” your lip wobbles. “need your help.” you reach out to him.
he’s on you the next second, lips smashed to yours roughly. he gathers your hands and pins them above your head, grinding against you slowly, chuckling into your mouth at your whimpers. your legs wrap around his waist, trying to hump against him, needing the friction.
“please, please!” you squirm underneath him.
he releases your hands, propping himself up to line up with your fluttering pussy. he pushes his tip in and you melt into the mattress below him. watching as you split open for him after every inch, your velvet walls hugging him tightly.
he slowly pulls out, watching the way your brows scrunch, smirking at the small noises that fall from your lips. he snaps his hips back in and you arch off the bed. he repeats the slow pull out and the harsh slam back in, eyes fixed on the way your breasts jiggle with the force.
“fuck, you feel so good.” he grunts, fucking into you harder.
“cap- captain!” you gasp already feeling your pleasure building.
“what’s wrong?” he grins, gathering up your legs and pushing them to your chest.
“yesss! narumi please!” your fingers dig into the sheets.
“gonna cum again?” he lets out a breathy laugh. “can feel it.” he rolls his hips into yours.
“yeah, i wanna.. wannaahhh !” you moan loudly.
he focuses on your sounds and the way you’re squeezing around him. positioning his hips just right until your pussy is spasming around him. he falters for a second before he pushes your legs closer and leans down over you.
“look up at me, baby.” he watches you crack your eyes open.
“narumi- mmph, feels so good.” you blink up at him with heavy lids.
“i know.” he coos. “you’re soaking me.” he pounds his hips into you so you can hear the stickiness smack between you.
“narumiiii !” your mind blurs at his pace.
“doing so good.” he kisses the side of your calf. “taking me so well.” he keeps you bent in half as he lifts up. “creaming all over me like the good girl i knew you were.” he starts fucking you even faster.
“please!!” you gasp.
“please what?” he chuckles, fingers digging into your soft flesh.
“fill- mmngh ! fill me! please, need it!” you plead.
his stomach tightens. “yeah?” his pace becomes erratic.
“ne- need it!” you gasp as pleasure tears through you.
“fuck.” he groans, pumping his hot ropes into you, watching it leak out when every thrust. “you’re fucking perfect.” he pants, slowly pulling out and lifting your legs even more to watch you leak with him.
“thank you.” your eyes flutter shut. “thank you, captain narumi.” you whine, feeling his cum drip down.
“just come to me when you need more help.” he looks over you smugly.
“gimme back my panties.” you purse your lips. “you took my favorite pair.” you push your foot against his stomach.
sum: 3 times his heart pounded, 2 times he hesitated, and 1 time he does something about it
warnings: none just read it and melt and be in love w him it’s what you deserve 🫶🏻
a/n: panty stealer narumi was winning for daysssss so that’s like 98% finished tbh!! also i started our slow burn capt narumi fic since it was our runner up!! i also wrote this in one sitting hello????
w/c: 1613
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3 times his heart pounded
your smile
he’s seen your smile a million times. memorized it. erased it. memorized it again because he couldn’t help it.
but this smile? the one that’s making your eyes sparkle? he’ll never forget it. never forget he’s the reason it’s on your face.
he said something stupid. doesn’t even remember exactly what because he’s too blinded by you.
“gen you’re so funny!” you giggle, wiping at your eyes.
“didn’t even say anything.” he has to drag his eyes back to his game.
his eyes keep glancing back at you. you’re still smiling and silently giggling, making his heart hammer in his chest. he clenches his jaw and goes back to his game, trying and failing to focus on anything that’s not you.
resting your head on his shoulder
he watches you stretch, looking away quickly as your shirt raises with your arms. you yawn and let out the cutest little sound before settling back on the couch next to him. you pull the blankets closer and curl up next to him.
“‘m sleepy.” you rest your cheek on his shoulder.
he freezes. game forgotten. breathing forgotten. heart about to jump out of his chest.
“i..” he clears his throat. “do you wanna go to bed?” he stares down at his console.
“no.” you shake your head scooting closer. “just wanna watch you game.” you hum.
“okay.”
it takes him a couple seconds to start playing his game again. fingers moving slower, thoughts keep drifting back to you, draped across him, your breath fanning across his neck. he tries his hardest not to disturb your comfort, wanting you to stay exactly where you are.
“you can nap if you want.” he mumbles. “my beds free.”
“mm.” you respond sleepily. “dunno if i can walk right now.” you wrap your hands around his arm. “an you’re s’warm, gen.” you scoot even closer.
all he can do is nod. he doesn’t think he has the capacity to speak right now. or ever again.
watching him train
he’s never this nervous. ever. especially when it’s just training. but you wanted to watch. it’s late. no one’s in the gym besides you two.
after the first few minutes he zones out. this is his job. what he’s good at. excels at.
he finishes a couple maneuvers and ends it facing you. finding you staring up at him with wide eyes.
“you’re so fast so.. good.” you shake your head almost speechless. “dunno how you do it.”
“it’s nothing.” he turns to start on a different set but he can feel your eyes watching him.
“but..” you nibble your lip. “you’re so strong.” he’s been called this his whole life but it sounds so different coming from you.
his back straightens at your words. “yeah.” he mumbles.
his heart is thundering for different reasons now. you work alongside him. you’ve seen him in battle. why are you.. he’s nothing special.
“you’re so cool.” he turns to you with narrowed eyes. “i mean it!” you put your hands up in mock surrender, smile playing on your lips. “you are.” you nod.
he turns back to his training. hoping you’ll think the flush on his cheeks is from endurance and not anything else.
2 times he hesitated
reaching for you
you’re curled up next to him on the couch. horror movie on and you’ve been slowly inching the blanket higher up your face.
for the last twenty minutes his only focus is on whether to pull you closer. all it would take is him wrapping his arm around you and scooting you a couple inches.
he could keep you warm then. protect you from the scary scenes. giving you somewhere to hide when the movie gets too gory.
but it’s not his place.
he shouldn’t even be thinking like this. if you wanted to be close to him you would. you would’ve already been curled up next to him. you have before. he must’ve done something wrong last time.
a frown forms on his face as his thoughts keep racing. he’s so stupid for thinking you want to be close to him. why would you? there’s plenty of other-
“can i come closer?” you look at him with a wobbling lip.
“what?” he turns to you quickly.
“‘m scared.” your eyes are round and glassy.
“yeah.” he nods you over, staying perfectly still.
you curl up next to him and he wants to put his arm around your shoulder so terribly but.. he clenches his jaw.
he’s so stupid.
lingering in your doorway
it was a perfect date. except it wasn’t a date. it was just a hangout.
he took you to his favorite restaurant. showed you his favorite arcade. even took you shopping. bought you a figure you preened about. carried your bags. walked you back to base and back to your room.
and now here he was standing in your doorway with scrunched brows and a loss of words.
“i had so much fun today.” you smile up at him, swaying side to side.
“i’m glad.” he nods.
“thank you for my figure.” you glance back in your room at the bag. “i dunno where i'll put her.” your words almost an invitation.
he wants to help you place her. come in and listen to you talk for hours. watch you float around your room and..
“i’m sure you’ll find the perfect place.” he offers you a small smile.
“you’re so good with displays.” you nibble your lip. “you have so many figures.”
“yeah, probably too many.” he scratches the back of his neck.
“nooo.” you coo. “i think you could fit a couple more.” you lean against the doorframe.
“yeah, you think?” he tries not to let his eyes linger on you too long.
“mhm.” you nod. “‘s late.” you whisper.
“sorry.” his back straightens. “i’ll let you get to bed.” he’s already turning on his heel.
“oh! um, well thank you again.” you watch him with a small pout.
“course.” he nods, not looking back at you or he’ll make a fool of himself. “see you tomorrow.” he walks down the hall.
why can’t he just say what he wants to? he always acts like that around you. you’re so cute and perfect. why would you ever look at him different? he sulks the whole way back to his room, wishing he had said and done everything different.
wishing he was different.
1st time he actually does something
looking at the stars
there’s a couple soft knocks on his door. he knows those knocks. but it’s late. his heart is pounding in his chest as he opens his door.
“are you okay?” he looks you over immediately.
“yeah.. i just..” you look away. “wanna look at the stars. it’s clear and i didn’t wanna go alone.” you finally look back up at him.
“okay.” he nods, no hesitation. for you, anything.
he steps out and follows you down the hall. the walk up to the roof is silent and when you finally push the door open he watches you shiver from the breeze. he should’ve offered you a hoodie.
he looks down at his own. he still can.
“do you.. want my hoodie?” you turn to him. “i should’ve offered you one and it’s cold and i don’t want you to miss out on the stars and- ”
“you don’t have to.” you whisper.
“i wanna.” he nods.
“okay.” he swears your cheeks get pinker but it has to just be from the breeze.
he pulls his hoodie off, tugging it over your head and covering you in his warmth. you look up at him with the softest smile and his chest tightens.
“smells like you.” you hum, hugging yourself. “c’mon.” you grab his hand and tug him over to the bench.
every step you take he’s memorizing the way your hand fits in his.
you pull him down on the bench and scoot in close next to him. he’s all too aware of your thigh touching his and the way he can smell your perfume when you lean into him with every whisper of wind.
“thank you for always doing stuff with me.” you grab his hand again and squeeze it.
“always.” he turns to look at you but you’re too busy looking at the stars.
“i like spending time with you.” you send your confession into the sky. “like a lot.” your voice shakes ever so slightly.
“really?” his gaze completely fixed on you.
“mhm.” you nod, glancing at him before looking back up. “i um.. feel like i take up so much of your time.”
“i don’t mind.” he squeezes your hand. “i like spending time with you.” he can’t believe he was able to get those words out.
“even if i take you away from your games to do something stupid like look at the stars?” you turn to him.
“it’s not stupid.” he glances at your lips.
“you’re sure?” you tilt your head, wind blowing some of your hair across your face.
“i’m sure.” he brushes your hair back. “i..” his hand lingers on your cheek.
“gen.” you blink up at him.
he closes the distance. his lips press to yours and it’s as if everything falls into place.
but as fast as he kissed you he’s pulling back.
“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have- ”
you lean up and press your lips to his again. you pull him closer and sigh into his mouth. you slowly pull back and look up at him with the brightest smile.
“finally.” you peck his lips once more. “been waiting forever.”
a/n: u guys i love him 😔 i dusted this off for us will i work on other piecessss
w/c: 469
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your fingers are gripping into the sheets, reaching for the pillows, anything to help ground you. another snap of his hips has you scooting up the bed, moan falling from your parted lips. his hand hooks around your front, attaching his fingers to your throbbing clit and you fall apart around him again.
“where you going baby?” he leans over you, whispering in your ear. “tryna run away from me?” his chuckle skirts across your heated skin.
“‘s too much.” you gasp. “gen it’s- it’s ahhh!” you rub your face into the pillow, pleasure being wrung from you.
“you can take it.” he presses a kiss to your shoulder before propping himself back up and pounding into you.
his hands are gripped onto your waist, watching the way your ass bounces back against him. he digs his fingers into you, fucking into you harder, grinning at the creamy mess you leave behind on his base.
“doin so good f’me.” he lets one of his hands slide up your waist.
he pushes you into a meaner arch and you swear you can feel him in your throat. you toss your hand back to push at him but he just scoops up your wrist and yanks you up to his chest.
“wantin to be closer?” he pants into your neck. “hm? still with me, baby?” the new angle making your breath catch.
“i.. i’m- ” his other hand grabs onto your jaw and tilts your head to the side. “gennnn.” you whine, clenching around him helplessly.
“ohhh i know, baby. feels so good, huh?” he watches you try to open your eyes. “gonna cum again?” he holds you tighter.
“yeahimgonna- gonna- i mmngh!!!” you jerk back against him when your orgasm snaps.
“all i gotta do is look at you and you’ll cum.” he smirks, feeling your juices leak down your thighs. “that’s my messy girl.” his hand on your jaw slides down to rest around your throat.
your mind blanks after that and he knows. he barks out a laugh, pulls out and lays you on your back. you look up at him, blinking slowly, body trembling. he gathers your legs and pushes them up to your chest, eyes racking across your dripping folds before he plunges back into you.
“just a little bit more.” his hair is stuck to his forehead. “you’re doing so good. so fucking good.” he’s loosing his own composure.
he’s fucking into you roughly, smacking right agaisnt your overworked clit and you can’t stop the orgasm that tears through every nerve in your body. he grunts, starting to fill up with rope after rope of cum. he stays sheathed inside you until he catches his breath before he pulls out to look at the mess he made of you.
