Can we get Genma going feral because someone dared to touch his senbon?
Tags: Suggestive, Situationship/Friends with Benefits, Fluff, 4.3k words.
Pairing: Genma x Reader
A/N: I hope this is okay! this took me forever. I kinda strayed away from the request on accident. I hope you dont mind. please let me know if you guys like this. I really wanna continue it.
Art by: @emoiover
and shout out to @arabella0001 for helping me edit and fix everything
english is my first language and only language and yet i do not know proper grammer
Please be 18+ NO MINORS
Please enjoy :)
Clink. Scrape. Clink.
Your eyebrow twitches at the sound of Genma scaling the senbon across his teeth. It’s hot. So fucking hot, both you and Genma are stuck indoors writing up incident reports from your patrol shift outside the village. Last night you two were put on watch due to some rumours about potential suicide bombers coming from Kusakagure. Leaning back in your chair, you grab your hand fan and pop it open with a loud smack! and begin fanning yourself profusely.
The sound of it startled Genma enough for his senbon to drop from his mouth and hit the table.
"Dammit, [Last Name]. Why would you do that for?”
Genma quickly picks his senbon back up, slipping it in between his teeth. You smirk slightly, enjoying the thrill of startling him. Genma isn’t the type of guy to get startled. He’s a shinobi, who is. Always on high alert, right? You close the fan quietly, letting it sit down on the table.
The clock ticks just past noon while the sun is at its peak. You let out a long, frustrated sigh as you unzip your flak jacket, tossing it to the side, not caring where it goes as you desperately try and find some relief from the heat. Today you decided to wear a sleeveless undershirt to combat today’s weather, but being tight still didn’t help. As you focus back on the paperwork in front of you, you can feel Genma's side glance. He’s looking at you from his paperwork, and the feeling of his gaze on you makes you feel warmer. You knew taking off your jacket and wearing your clingy shirt around Genma was going to attract his attention soon or later. At this point you didn’t really care; you just needed some sort of relief.
As time goes on and you begin writing down more notes from your patrol, you hear it again. That clink and the teeth-scraping sound of Genma's senbon. You try to ignore it, but for some fucking reason today it sounds like it is going to make your ears bleed—Scrape. Scrape. You hear it again. It’s fucking annoying. You grab your hand fan again and snap it open loudly, hoping to startle Genma again. He jumps, and the senbon falls out of his mouth again. You quickly lunge out to snatch it away, but for the first time in a while, he is faster than you.
"Fuck off, what are you doing?!”
“Nothing.” You say innocently as you watch Genma slip the senbon back into his mouth.
Genma gives you a warning glare for a long moment. Then, you watch how his lips curve slowly into that signature Shiranui smirk that makes you want to backhand it right off his face.
"Well, knock it off.” He turns back to his report, and the scraping begins again. You take a deep breath, trying to ignore it. But your ears flex at every single clink and clank of his senbon in the overly quiet room. You’re seconds away from blowing up at him before the grating sound comes to an end. Finally. Now you can finally focus on remembering those details. You pick up your pen and start writing.
The next several minutes were silent except for a few exchanged words with Genma to compare notes and
“Shit, how many explosive tags did we have to peel off of the first guy we subdued?” Genma asks. He leans back in his chair, leaning back in a big cat-like stretch. His arms go up and back behind him while he lets out the loud, obnoxious sigh that’s more like a moan of relief.
The blaring sound of him makes you even more irritated.
With a gruff tone, you spoke as you wiped your sweaty brow with the back of your hand.
“We pulled off 17.”
“No, that was the second guy we subdued.” Genma cracks his knuckles loudly before picking up the paper and taking a closer look.
“Nope. The second guy had 28 tags, remember? We had to pull them literally off every inch of his body.
“Hmm, I thought that was the third guy.” Genma says, his tone not very confident like before, removing the senbon from his lips, tapping it onto the table.”
"No," you interject. “The third guy had significantly less than the other two! He only had 8! "Damn it, Shiranui.” You slam your paper down on the table, causing your pen to roll off and onto the floor.” “This was like 8 hours ago. How do you not remember?!”
“Ah, I’m just messing with you. You’re right, you’re right. All the details you provided. I’m just trying to keep you on your toes, that’s all.” He turns and looks at you with that stupid smug-ass smirk on his face. To make sure you’re the one not making mistakes.”
“Not funny, man. This is an official report, mind you!” You stand up swiftly, chair scraping on the floor as you walk over to where your pen rolled off the table to pick it up. When you bend over, warmth spreads along your ass, feeling the heat of Genma's stare. You snatch the pen quickly, straightening yourself back slowly. When you turn on your feet, you catch Genma's gaze. Of course, he’s staring. So fucking typical of him. Your eyes roll before you shuffle back over to your seat.
During the next couple of minutes, you felt Genma's gaze on you. You know it. You know it because you watched him out of the corner of your eye at times. You weren’t sure if he was trying to silently get your attention, but you could feel your body heat up exactly where he was looking. The feeling of sweat forming on your forehead while your face flushes makes you feel uncomfortable; you feel the heat leaving your face, suddenly shifting to your breasts. He is staring at your sleeveless undershirt, the one that feels ten times tighter and warmer as he stares at your cheeks for a moment. His gaze trails up to the crook of your neck, where he has buried his face more times than you could possibly count.
His focus shifted back to his paper, but you don’t notice as your mind begins to drift off. It has been weeks since you two last fucked. Busy. Extremely busy since then with missions out of the village constantly. Besides that, there were preparations for the summer festival coming up. You hardly saw each other since Genma was with the Third Hokage more regularly, just in passing, despite him living two floors above you in your apartment complex.
You remember the last time you felt his face here. Kissing the sensitive spot right where your shoulder meets your neck. His tongue flicking out to taste your skin, the way he moans your name, but…no. No. Stop it. You don’t need to be thinking about this right now. You have paperwork to finish, and the last fucking thing you need right now is to imagine hot sexy scenarios with Genma. You know better than to let shit like this distract you while you’re on duty. As you take a deep, long breath for good measure, you begin to focus on your work.
You are about to begin writing your conclusion of your joint findings when you hear that sound again: the scraping of the metal across his teeth. You look out of the corner of your eye and see Genma in deep thought, twisting and tapping the senbon between his lips. It’s like a fucking kunai on a chalkboard. Overstimulating you to the point where your shoulders shrug all the way up to your ears. You really just want to be done with the report already.
After you slam the pen down on the table, you lunge for the senbon hanging out of his mouth, but right there, Genma grabs your wrist and pulls it away from his face.
Damn, you’re supposed to be the faster one, not him.
“Would you fucking quit it? I’m trying to focus, and you’re being childish? Also, don’t touch my senbon!”
“Uhm, actually, you’re being the annoying one!” You raise your voice slightly, irritated as fuck. Out of all people, Genma fucking Shiranui called you childish.
“How am I annoying?! You're the one who keeps trying to take my senbon away from me while I’m trying to focus, and you know I don’t like it being taken. Especially when it’s in my mouth, so please stop it. " He gives you one last warning look, more serious than the one that he gave earlier, and turns back to his paper for a final time.
A vivid memory snippet appeared behind your eyes, back in your academy days, when Ibiki, Asuma, and Iwashi would tease Genma and pull his toothpick out of his mouth whenever they could. It always upset him. They eventually stopped once we all became genin. But you remember how it affected Genma.
Whatever. He’s being a prick now.
"Tsk. Whatever…” You grumble as you start writing down the last few sentences. Just when you thought things were getting bearable again, the scraping and grinding start again, and your head nearly explodes. You take one last calming breath before opening your mouth to speak.
“Shiranui, can you take a look at this closing statement and make sure everything is all correct?”
Genma's face widens into the biggest shit-eating grin upon hearing you ask for a look over.
“My, my, [Last Name], are you asking me to look over your work? That’s oh so totally not like you. I thought you were Miss Perfect? But I would be honoured to review your work for youuuu." He lets that last word drag out into a low hum as he leans in close, invading your personal space, holding up the paper in front of you both.
Your neck and back feel tingly in his proximity, humming as he reads over your paper, and suddenly you feel calm. You can smell the slight odour of his cologne, and it makes your mouth water. You take another deep inhale to smell him again, and you feel grounded. Fuck, he smells so good. The annoyance you felt over him suddenly starts to slip away until the sound picks up again. right in your fucking ear. The fleeting moment of peace and calm had gone right out the window. Just like his fucking senbon. In a split second you yank the metal out of his mouth, and with a quick flick of the wrist you shoot the metal out the open window and into the building next door.
Genma's eyes widen, watching his precious metal rod zip out of the window. Embarrassed that once again you outspeed him. “The fuck was that for, [Last Name]?!
You grit your teeth, eyes narrowing at him. “I can’t fucking stand the sound of you scraping the damn thing across your teeth! It’s annoying as hell!”
Genma reaches into his kunai pouch, pulling out a shiny new senbon and wiping the sharp tip off onto his pant leg. “Have you tried not hearing it? That might help…” He places the cool metal between his teeth with a loud clink.
“Kinda hard not to listen when I have ears, you know?!
“That sounds like a skill issue.”
“Smug prick, you always have something fucking smart to say, don’t you?!”
“And you act like you don’t.”
“It was infuriating!”
“Mhm.”
You hissed, anger bubbling up inside you as he kept making those snarky comments. You’re not the one to fall for Genma’s taunting, but today, right now with the overwhelming heat and the sexual tension starting to build up from all those stolen glances, you’re second away from blowing your top. The headband that was once tied securely around your forehead starts loosening as you lace your hands in your hair, pulling on the silky strands.
“Can we just fucking finish the damn reports so I can stop being around your stupid face? I’m sick of looking at you!”
“Oh, baby. I’m already done. I’ve been waiting for you to finish this entire time. All that pen scratching you heard earlier was just me writing down ways I can get under your skin to kill time.”
Any last bit of restraint that you were desperately holding to slips from your fingertips as you blurt out in a pressure-filled rage.
“You bastard!” You lunge forward to grab the senbon again so you can stab him in the tongue with it. Genma swats your hand away.
"Stop it.” He says calmly, but you don’t listen. You reach out again to grab it, and he ducks his head fast.” [Last Name], I said stop!”
You can’t tell what irks you the most: him being faster or the fact he’s gotten under your skin like he always manages to.You decide to play dirty.
When you reach for him, he dodges but wasn’t expecting your other hand to reach out, grasp his bandana, and yank it off his head, leaving his hair in a tangled, sweaty mess. He felt your fingers brushing against his forehead, catching him completely off guard. Genma’s eyes widened, the playful smirk on his lips faltering for a split second as he felt the familiar fabric of his forehead protector being tugged from his hair. You let out a bellowing laugh, teasing him while Genma straightens up, swiftly trying to fix his hair.
"Hahahaha. Oh my God!!! You look even dumber than before!”
He does his best to fix his hair, frantically fixing his bangs and tucking parts of his hair behind his ears.
“Not funny, [Last Name]. Not funny at all. You crossed a line.”
You grit your teeth, crossing your arms as you take another step closer to him.
“You started it, Gemma! Not me.” The grin on his face only gets wider.
"Is it the weather, or are you just looking for a reason to pounce on me? Maybe you should stop fighting the heat," he suggested, his voice a low, flirty, and even more irritable sound. "And start finding a better way to deal with it. I know a thing or two that might help…"
Your eyes roll at Genma's attempt to flirt his way out of the situation, but you're too smart to fall for his little tricks, despite his current antagonising existence.
You huff. “I can’t fucking stand you sometimes…do you know that?”
“You don’t have to stand; there’s a chair right there.” Genma casually points to the chair that you were sitting in moments ago, and you feel like a vein is about to burst out of the side of your head. You attempt to sit and Genma chimes in again. “But if you don’t want to sit in the chair, maybe you can sit in my lap instead?
You growl at him, deciding to play dirty, lunging forward to grab him by the hair. The sudden, violent movement caught him completely off guard. Genma’s eyes widened as you abandoned professional demeanour long ago, lunging across the gap between their desks. Before he could even think to dodge or brace himself, your fingers were tangled deep in his dishevelled hair, your grip firm and commanding.
"Nghh~!" A startled, choked sound escaped his throat as your hands tightened, pulling his head back slightly. The abrupt tug shot a jolt down his spine, equal parts shock and pure, unadulterated thrill.
Genma didn't struggle to pull away while he let his head tilt from your grasp, trying his best not to flutter his eyes closed. He looked up at you from that vulnerable angle, his dark eyes hooded and shimmering with growing heat. The senbon slipped from his lips, forgotten, as he focused entirely on the woman currently treating him like a ragdoll.
"Whoa there, [Last Name]—" he breathed, his voice a teasing gasp. "So much for 'not standing.' You're certainly testing my patience as well.”
His hands, which had been resting idly on the desk, moved with shinobi speed. He didn't grab your wrists to pull your hands away. He reached up, his large hands wrapping around your waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of your sleeveless shirt. Genma allows you to pull him until your backside hits the desk, your back leaning over it. Your eyes were blazing with a fury that he knew was fuelled by more than just irritation.
"Is this the part where you kill me?" He murmured, his gaze dropping to your lips before snapping back up to meet the flame in your eyes. The air between them was electric, the humidity of the room suddenly feeling like a physical weight pressing them together. "Because if you're going to go through the trouble of grabbing my hair, you might as well finish what you started."
He tightened his grip on your waist, thumbs circling your hips. He was enjoying this, the friction, the sudden burst of passion, the way your breathing paused. He loved how your short temper could calm to a physical assault in a matter of seconds. "Come on, [Last Name]. Show me exactly how much you can't stand me."
You stand your ground, gritting your teeth so hard your jaw ached, and you just stare at him, fingers flexing in his hair. You don’t shove him off you; instead, you lean in closer. The fucking audacity of his suggestion and that signature smirk make your blood boil in a way that feels kinda close to arousal. You let out a low, frustrated growl, eyes flashing with a predatory sparkle, a dangerous glint as you realise Genma isn't backing down from your lunge.
"You are a goddamn menace, Shiranui," you hiss. "If you think a little teasing is going to make me cave, you've clearly forgotten who you're dealing with."
Genma’s hums. The tension in his scalp was an intense, delicious sort of pain that made his eyes flutter again, but he didn't look away. The composed jōunin was long gone, replaced by a man who was hungry.
"Mnngh..." He let out a low moan. It was the wrong time for his kink, for his hair-pulling, to come out. It sent a rush of heat straight to his groin. He didn't mind the painful but pleasant grip as he found himself leaning into it, silently daring you to pull harder. "Then remind me," he challenged, his voice barely a whisper thick with heavy desire. “Remind me exactly who you are, [Last Name]. Because you look like you're about to devour me. And honestly? I'm not complaining."
He shifted his weight, his hips tilting upward slightly in a teasing movement, a silent acknowledgement of the tension coiling between them. It made him hard knowing that your 'menace' status was a two-way street. But he couldn't help himself. He wanted to see how far you would push, how much of that controlled fury you wanted to pour into him before the line between fighting and fucking was completely destroyed.
"Don't just talk about it," he provoked, his gaze dropping to your lips again, his voice a low and daring "Show me, baby.”
"You want to be devoured, Genma?" Your whisper voice drops to a risky rasp that promises both chaos and consequence. Without breaking eye contact, the tension in your hands fades, only to slide them down from his hair to cup his jaw, thumbs pressing firmly into his cheeks to hold him steady. "Then stop talking like a man who has a choice."
"Hah..." A breathy groan escapes his lips. His eyes fluttered shut for a fraction of a second as your thumbs pressed into his skin. He leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a teasing, tentative touch. He wanted to taste the frustration on you, to drink in the fury, and to desire to see if you would bite or melt.
"Then devour me," he whispered against your mouth, his breath hot. "Show me exactly what happens when you stop being patient.”
You take a deep shuddering breath. But your control is finally slipping away as you lean forward and crash your lips against his — more of a collision than a kiss. Your lips pressed firmly against Genma’s. You can really smell his scent now, and it makes you want to do more than just kiss him; you want to completely devour him, consume the very air he’s breathing. Your teeth bite his lower lip softly, your hand releasing his jaw and sliding to the back of his neck, your fingers curling softly in his hair. Genma suddenly loses the last of his composure. The sudden force of the kiss sent a shockwave of arousal through Genma's body as he suddenly lost the last of his composure. This wasn't the slow, calculated seduction he usually preferred, but he was more than happy to surrender.
“Fuck...” He moans softly when you nip at his bottom lip. One hand tangles in your hair while the other slowly slides up your back, leaving little tingles in its wake, pressing into your back as you arch into him. He wanted to erase the distance between you to feel the friction – to feel your heat, your skin. Genma opens his mouth invitingly, kissing you back, matching your intensity, tongue sweeping against yours in a hungry dance. He tasted the salt of your skin, the cigarette you had before entering the building and the tainted desire that’s been simmering between you for months. The previous mission, the reports, the heat – all forgotten. Vanished.
"Ah... Fuck—baby..." He groans into the kiss. “You really are a menace. But if this is how you plan to devour, then don't you dare stop.” He didn't wait for an answer, his mouth finding yours again, but this time the kiss was deeper, slower and more possessive, as if he were trying to reclaim the territory you had just conquered.
You pull back abruptly, the sudden loss of his heat leaving your lips tingling. You let out a sharp, frantic exhale while your hands slide from his neck down his vest, along his chest, to create a little space here. Your eyes dart nervously toward the entrance, the haze of lust momentarily vanishing before the terrifying reality of your surroundings.
"Ahh, Genma—stop. Not here!" You hiss, voice low.
You reach out to frantically tug at the edges of his flak jacket. You reach for his bandana, which you tossed a moment ago, handing it to him while you gesture toward the open door and the unlatched blinds, the midday sun illuminating the path for anyone walking by.
"The blinds are wide open, the door is practically begging for someone to walk in, and this is the busiest corridor in the entire building... people are going to catch us mid-act if you don't get a grip. " You shoot him a look that is half scolding and half begging. Your cheeks flushed a deep crimson as you tried to reclaim your posture. 'Unless you want any other jōunin or our friends to have a front row seat to your 'devouring’. We need to move. You said your version of the report is done, so is mine!”
“Mhmm~..." He let out a frustrated groan, a sound of pure sexually frustrated protest. Genma takes his bandana back from you and slumps back into his chair, head falling back as he stares up at the ceiling. His hair a chaotic mess and his lips swollen and red. He looked like a man who had been rudely yanked from a dream just as the climax was approaching. The reality of the situation finally began to sink in at noon as he fixed his hair for a second time, securely tying his bandana back on.
"Right. Jounin dignity.” He muttered, annoyed. Genma reached up, rubbing a hand over his face to try and wipe away the dazed, lustful haze that still clouded his vision. He forced himself to sit up straight.
“God. You’re a killjoy, [Last name]. A beautiful, terrifying killjoy.”
He didn't fight you. He knew you were right. Genma was a man of strategy, and right now the smartest move was to retreat before word got out and their friends found out about their situationship. He reached out, fingers catching yours for a moment — a promise that this wasn't over.
"Fine. You win this round." His voice still dripping with lust as he watches you head over to where you tossed your flak jacket earlier, he watches you slide it back on while he stands up and grabs his senbon from the desk, sliding it back into his mouth with a sharp, decisive clink to reclaim some resemblance of his usual composed self.
He stepped toward you, closing the distance between you and him once more. He leaned in close to your ear, breathing hot air against your skin. "But don't think you're getting off that easy.” He whispered, a dark, predatory glint returning to his eyes. "We're moving. But once we're behind closed doors... once the blinds are shut and the door is locked... you're going to have to deal with the consequences of stopping me here. So why don't you lead the way, [Last name]? My apartment? Or yours?”
With a huff of pure irritation, you place your palms against Genma's chest, shoving him back effectively, knocking him out of his sultry gaze.
"Ugh, you are impossible!" You groan as you turn your back to him, feeling your fingers trembling slightly as you snatch the scattered incident reports from the desk while your mind is racing to regain the professional discipline you just lost as you shove the papers into their folders with efficient movements. The sound of the paper rustling sharply in the quiet room.
"We have to turn these in first, you fucking idiot! We can't exactly walk into Lord Third's office looking like we just fought a war in a bedroom."
You snap the folders shut and head for the door but stop just before stepping out, spinning back to glare at him with a dominant look mixed with simmering desire. "Mine. We're going to my place, Shiranui. Now let's go!"
