Gen Narumi x Reader - Part Seven.
Content Warning: 18+ / Mature Content.
This chapter contains adult content, including sexual themes and explicit scenes. It is intended for mature audiences only. Please proceed with caution and read at your own discretion.
Nine days after the official ask.
Y/n was working peacefully and laughing with her coworkers; it was a beautiful day. Gen had said he’d be busy all day training the new cadets, and that he probably wouldn’t have his cell phone with him because Hasegawa would be supervising too, and would be on his case if he didn’t take it seriously. He said he’d go to the store as soon as he was done and bring her favorite ice cream so they could eat it together that night.
One of her coworkers, who sits next to her and whom Y/N had noticed had been slacking off at work to read celebrity gossip for about 30 minutes, suddenly announced, “Huh? Is Captain Narumi dating someone?”
The coworker continues, “They took a picture of him with a girl... I can’t believe it, it’s number one on the trending list” and laughs.
Y/n remains frozen in place. Could they have taken a picture of the two of them at the arcade that day?
Her coworker keeps staring at her computer while the others gather around to look at the news. One of them says, “Ahhh, wow, she’s really pretty. It makes sense, they’re always together on missions.”
What? Together on missions? What is he talking about? She leans in to look at the news, expecting to see herself in her anime T-shirt next to him that day, but—what?
It doesn’t look like that day.
Gen is wearing different clothes.
The woman is holding his arm.
She’s standing on her tiptoes.
Whispering something in his ear.
He’s leaning in to listen to her.
Her eyes begin to well up with tears.
She quickly gets up and goes to the bathroom.
She locks herself in and grabs her cell phone, tears falling silently. She opens the news article.
Japan’s most sensationalist news site, known for following celebrities, politicians, and any public figure they could exploit. Most of its news stories were manipulated and deliberately taken out of context. Even so. The photo was there. She begins to read:
“BREAKING BREAKING BREAKING: Has the heart of the country’s most coveted captain finally been won over?
Last week, our team gained access to what appears to have been a romantic encounter between Captain Narumi and his platoon leader, Rin Shinonome...”
She looks back at the photo. Oh, right. She recognizes the girl now. She’s seen her in official photos and interviews from the first division. She’s tall, with a pretty, serious face. Her hair is short and has a bleached streak, just like his.
She stares at the photo for God knows how long.
“Y.n” she begins to say to herself. This is clearly fake news. You’re his girlfriend. Gen would never do something like this. Never. Of that she’s certain.
She closes the website. Puts her phone away. Takes a deep breath.
The way he smiles as he leans toward her. The way she rests her head on his arm. All the details in that photo come flooding back into her mind, and she starts crying again. What now? She can’t stop. How is she going to go back to her desk? Her eyes are probably already swollen and red. The tears just keep falling.
He’s smiling so sweetly in the photo. And her mouth is way too close to his ear. This woman fights alongside him on missions; he trusts her with his life every day, the kind of bond they share must be something solid and intense.
Oh God. She cries even harder.
She sends a message to her coworker and lies that she’s feeling sick in the bathroom; she asks her to take her bag and shut down her computer because she’s going home. Her coworker immediately does so and asks if she needs help; she quickly says no and lies, saying it was probably something she ate, then says a quick goodbye and leaves the building.
But she doesn’t go back home; she just wanders around downtown in circles for hours. She was feeling a little lost, trying to figure out how she should feel about it. She believes from the bottom of her heart that Gen has a perfectly reasonable explanation for the photo. They’ve only been dating for a short time; the photo could be old; they must be friends, it certainly seems to be more than just a relationship between a captain and a subordinate. But what if the photo is recent? Even if they’ve been friends for several years, now that they’re dating, is it really okay for him to let another girl get that close in a casual setting? Ugh. She can’t tell, she doesn’t know if she’s overreacting.
Everything about him affects her so deeply. Maybe it’s because they’ve only been together a short time. It’s just like he said when she confessed her feelings: she observes everything, pays attention to every little detail, searching, analyzing, as if she were waiting for him to make a mistake. It’s obvious that sometimes she misinterprets everything she notices about him and ends up hurting herself by imagining the worst. She needs to wait and hear what he has to say. She knows that, but she just feels so hurt. She checks her phone, no message from him. Maybe he’s still busy; maybe he hasn’t even seen the article yet. She opens the news story again. It already has over 10 million views. Still at the top of the trending list, her eyes fill with tears once more.
A few hours pass; she’s been wandering aimlessly around downtown. Her cell phone runs out of battery; Gen hasn’t called. It’s time to go home.
When she arrives, she sees that the store is already closed, so she goes around to the back door. It’s open. Gen is probably there. Waiting. She stops, takes a deep breath, a terrible sense of unease settles in her heart; she’s afraid of what he’s going to say. She starts walking again slowly; just as she expected, he’s there, standing, pacing back and forth through the store. He notices her.
“Y/n, where have you been? I’ve been calling you for hours” he says as he approaches her; she takes a step back, and he freezes, realizing she’s moved away from him. She sees the fleeting glimpse of pain that crosses his eyes. He sighs.
“I can explain.” Her tone is firm. There’s no room for hesitation.
She nods; if she speaks now, she’ll start crying again.
“That photo was taken before you and I started dating. It was Tachibana’s birthday. Rin and I were in charge of picking up the cake; they didn’t trust me to go alone, they said I’d lose the cake somewhere. So she offered to go with me. That’s all.” He looks at her with pleading eyes.
So it was that day. The day she arrived and he left quickly, barely acknowledging her presence, the day she cried herself to sleep. She knows she shouldn’t feel this way, but knowing that he left so quickly to meet his friends, and that one of them was a pretty girl, makes her heart ache even more.
He must notice her hurt expression because he says:
“Y/n… why do you look so hurt? We’re just friends... she’s my subordinate too, and you and I weren’t even together yet…” he says softly, gently.
She feels terrible; she wants to say she understands. But even though she understands, she still feels hurt. She feels a lump forming in her throat, but she tries to speak; her voice comes out almost as a whisper.
“You two look really close in that photo....”
He waits, listening; he knows she has more to say, so she continues.
“It’s just that… the way she’s touching you and the way you’re smiling… it seems… like there’s something more.” She looks up, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears that are welling up again.
“I felt insecure” she confesses. He quickly steps toward her and hugs her tightly.
“I’m sorry… listen” he steps back and cups her face, making her look at him. “That photo really… does seem like something more, but I promise it isn’t. It’s never been like that with her. We’ve never crossed the line of friendship, never. I’ve never wanted Rin that way.”
“So what? Am I supposed to want every pretty girl around me?”
“Well, I’m not most men, am I?” He leans down, resting his forehead against hers as he strokes her cheek.
“Did you cry?” he asks in a soft voice.
“Yes” she confesses quietly.
“Princess… I’m so sorry… you… you make me feel so much… so much that sometimes it’s hard to breathe… you’re all I see right now.” He kisses her gently, and she kisses him back.
Gradually, the kiss deepens; he holds her by the waist, pulling her closer, his tongue begins to explore her mouth, and she moans softly against him as she feels his hand slowly move up over her chest and gently cup her neck.
She pulls away slightly. “Gen?” She’s breathing faster, feeling her whole body burn.
"Yes, princess?" He gently takes hold of her hair at her nape, tilting her head back before pressing a lingering kiss to the exposed skin.
She bites her lower lip to stifle a moan and whispers
Upon hearing this, Gen immediately picks her up, making her wrap her legs around his hips, and carries her upstairs, kissing her neck and mouth all the way. When they reach the bedroom, he gently lays her on the bed, staying on top of her. “Are you sure?” he asks softly, his voice almost hoarse. “You know it’s okay to wait, right?”
“Yes, but I’m sure. Please.” She arches her body slightly to show just how turned on she is; she’s certain, more than ever that she wants to give herself completely to him.
He kisses her again, more eagerly this time, nibbles on her lip, and moves down, licking and sucking her neck. She wraps her legs around his hips again, pulling him closer; she feels his erection through the fabric of the clothes they’re both wearing and moans softly.
“Fuck” he says and pulls away slightly, taking off his T-shirt; his abs are unfairly defined and delicious. Y/N stares at him for a moment; the moonlight streaming through her balcony window makes him look almost ethereal.
“You’re so beautiful…” he tells her, looking just as enchanted as she is. He leans in again, planting soft kisses on her lips, then on her cheeks, nose, and forehead. He pulls away slightly once more, drawing her toward him by her waist, and removes her top. Then he unhooks her bra and tosses it aside, freeing her breasts.
“So fucking pretty” he says, staring at her as he lays her down again and takes one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking hard. She moans and arches her back again, oh my God, it feels so good. She grabs his hair as he continues to suck, swirling his tongue around her nipple and sucking again, harder. She moans more, softly. He lets go of one nipple and does the same to the other, sucking and playing with both until they’re covered in his saliva and red. The sensation is divine; she’s breathing fast, she wants his tongue between her legs, too.
He seems to understand her completely, as he begins to slide down her stomach, planting soft kisses until he reaches her navel; then he grabs the waistband of her pants with both hands and looks at her. “Can I?” She just nods yes, completely intoxicated with desire, and lifts her hips to help him; he slides her pants down her legs, pulling her panties off at the same time. She closes her eyes, despite her overwhelming desire, she feels embarrassed. He spreads her legs, and she can feel that she’s completely wet.
“Damn… baby girl… all of this for me?” He begins to trace his tongue along her inner thigh, slowly, teasingly, until he reaches where she wants him most. Then he plants a gentle, lingering kiss on her completely soaked pussy, and another, and another. Next, he slowly licks from her entrance to her clitoris, where he circles it with his tongue and sucks gently. She moans loudly, arching her back; even if she tried to stifle the moan, she wouldn’t be able to, the sensation is deliciously intoxicating. She feels her eyes well up with tears of pleasure and clutches the sheet.
Gen continues to suck and lick her slowly from top to bottom, planting gentle kisses between them; he maintains a slow, torturous rhythm. He moans softly as he sucks her. His hoarse voice drives her even crazier with pleasure. “You taste so good” he says, thrusting two fingers inside her at once. “Damn, beautiful, you’re so tight…” And he sucks on her clitoris again, while curling his fingers inside her; she grabs his hair, moaning even more. Her mind is in chaos; she can barely form thoughts because of the intense pleasure she’s feeling, it’s insane. She tries to say something, but nothing comes out except tearful moans.
She feels her orgasm coming and grabs his hair even tighter, moaning louder as she reaches her climax with force; her whole body shudders, and he keeps sucking and licking.
“Love?” She manages to say, still breathing heavily from the intensity of the orgasm. He continues; she tries to gently push him away because her pussy feels super sensitive.
“My love?” He finally looks at her, his mouth, chin, and nose covered in her juices, his fingers still inside her. “I'm going to need you to hold on a little longer, okay? I haven't finished tasting you yet.” He kisses her inner thigh tenderly and goes back to sucking on her. She arches her back again and bites her lip at the sensation. Before long, she starts moaning with pleasure again; the sensation is more intense because she’s still super sensitive, but he doesn’t stop. She turns her face away, biting her pillow, and comes hard again, pushing him away immediately afterward, unable to take it anymore.
"Gen, please" she says, still trembling from her second climax as she hooks her fingers around the chains hanging from his neck and tugs him closer for a kiss. She tastes herself on his lips; he moans against her as he kisses her deeply. She reaches down to feel his erection, he’s so hard.
“My love…” she says, squeezing his cock and kissing his nose gently; he lets out a slow moan.
“y/n… don’t torture me like this,” he pleads.
“It’s my turn to help you…” She strokes his cock again; he moans louder, burying his face in her neck. “Tell me what you prefer right now… inside me or in my mouth?” she asks in a sweet tone.
He lets out a tearful moan and replies, “Inside” then steps back and stands at the edge of the bed. he pulls his wallet out of his back pants pocket and takes a condom out of it; she smiles, realizing he walks around carrying one, what a naughty boy. He takes off his pants and underwear all at once; his cock is big, and her eyes widen a little. It’s beautiful; she feels the urge to put it in her mouth, but she waits for him.
He climbs back onto the bed and positions himself between her legs again; when he unrolls the condom, she asks, a little shyly, “Can I help?” He smiles and nods, handing her the condom. She sits up, and he leans in to kiss her forehead, saying, “You’re perfect.” She smiles. He pulls away again, and she takes the condom out of the package, tossing it aside. Slowly, she slides it onto him. He sighs, watching her intently; she then uses her mouth to slide the condom on more easily. He holds her face, caressing her cheek, and moans her name, “Y.N...”
The sensation of him inside her mouth turns her on again. When she’s done, she lies back down; he positions himself between her legs, places his cock at her entrance, and begins to enter her slowly.
“Shit” he says under his breath, his breathing ragged.
She bites her lip hard; he’s big, and she’s sure this is going to hurt a little. He stops. “Are you okay?”
He continues; she lets out a moan of pain and pleasure; he grips her thigh tightly and leans in to kiss her gently. “Holy shit, you’re beautiful… it feels so good inside you…”
He continues slowly, letting her adjust; from the look on his face, going this slowly seems to be both pleasurable and torturous at the same time. She feels her eyes welling up again. He stops and kisses her eyes. “I can stop if it hurts too much” he says softly.
“It hurts a little… but it also feels good. Don’t stop, Gen, please. I want all of you inside me, okay?”
“Shit, okay” he continues, slowly. She feels him fill her completely. The sensation is intense. It hurts, but it's also mind-blowingly good. Her pussy clenches around him involuntarily; he moans louder, his hoarse moans sending a shiver down her spine. he’s so gorgeous, moaning so obscenely, with his handsome face, looking at her as if she were the best thing that ever happened to him, their foreheads pressed together; he keeps going until he’s completely inside her and stops, kissing her cheek, nose, and forehead gently. “Perfect” he says between kisses.
Then he brings her hands above her head, intertwining his fingers with hers, and begins to thrust faster; she moans more, the pain beginning to be replaced by a sharp pleasure. He doesn’t try to hold back the pleasure he’s feeling because with every thrust he moans more, right next to her face, looking directly into her eyes as he increases the pace even more.
“Oh my God, Gen” she bites his jaw; the sensation of him inside her, penetrating her harder, is overwhelming.
“You're taking me so well, beautiful” he says as he pulls back, releasing her hands, still inside her, and places one of her legs on his shoulder, lifting her hips slightly and resting them on his thighs, then thrusting into her again with more force. The position seems to reach a deeper spot; they both moan louder, she grabs the sheet; he squeezes her thigh tighter as he thrusts. He brings his hand to her clitoris and begins to circle it quickly and precisely; she lets out tearful moans at the new sensation, she’s about to come, she can feel it coming; any trace of pain is gone, and she’s now fully wrapped around him.
He seems to be reaching his limit too, as he starts moaning louder and thrusting faster. Her mind processes the extremely dirty moans coming out of her mouth, but even if she wanted to hold them back, she couldn’t, she is completely surrendered to him; she almost screams when she comes again. Then, after a few more quick, deep thrusts, he comes too and leans in to kiss her deeply; she embraces him, still panting and moaning a little.
He stays inside her while they both catch their breath, and he begins to plant sweet kisses on her lips and across her face. He looks into her eyes and smiles tenderly; she smiles back. He slowly pulls out of her and picks her up, carrying her to the bathroom.
“You need to pee, my love.” He sits her down on the toilet, then removes the condom from his cock and throws it in the trash, standing in front of her and watching her.
“What?” She feels embarrassed. “I’m not going to pee in front of you.”
He smiles. “Why not? I just saw everything about you.”
“Shut up, even so” she says, wrapping her arms around herself to cover up a little, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
“Wait for me out there” she says, pouting slightly. He smiles even more and leaves. She stares at his butt as he turns, it’s beautiful. She bites her lip, smiling; everything about him is beautiful. So annoying.
As soon as she flushes the toilet, he walks back into the bathroom, surprising her. He grabs her by the waist and gently pulls her into the shower.
“Let me clean you up.” He says. She looks down and sees their combined fluids sliding down her legs.
They step in together; the hot water from the shower feels wonderful on her skin. She hugs him while he caresses her back and kisses the top of her head; the exhaustion of the day begins to wash over her.
He picks up the liquid soap and gently rubs it over her body in slow, circular motions, his hands gliding carefully over her skin. She lets out a soft sigh of satisfaction. He gently washes her intimate areas before kissing her hand and reaching for the shampoo. Turning her so she's facing away from him, he begins to wash her hair. She leans back slightly; it feels so soothing. She closes her eyes as he massages her scalp with his fingertips. Sleep slowly overtakes her, and she takes a deep breath.
“That feels so good, love.” she says softly.
He says nothing and continues. When he’s done, he quickly washes his own body and hair, and the two of them get out. He wraps the towel around her, helping her dry off, and then dries himself as well. In the bedroom, he puts on his boxers, and when she goes to pick out something, he says:
“Can I pick out your pajamas?” Smiling mischievously, she smiles back and nods. He goes to her closet and searches until he finds the same ones she wore that day when he walked into the store at night and startled her; she laughs a little and puts them on.
“You know, because of those shameless pajamas, I had a hard time sleeping that night,” he says, wrapping his arms around her waist, and she laughs again.
"Oh, really? It wasn't my intention at all." They both laugh as she turns to hug him tighter, but suddenly her stomach growls, making her realize just how hungry she is.
“Did you eat?” he asks, looking at her face.
“No... after I cried a lot at work, I left and walked around downtown in circles before coming home.” She confesses, not really caring. He looks guilty and hugs her tighter. “I'm sorry” he says. She gently strokes his hair.
“It’s not your fault at all, Gen. I’m calmer now; I can see things more clearly.”
“The Defense Force is going to release a statement in the morning” he says with a sigh.
“Yes, it’s getting out of hand. The statement will emphasize that we’re not celebrities… our job is to protect the public. This kind of speculation not only affects our private lives but also distracts from the work we do.” He lets out a weary sigh. She hugs him again.
“How about we go down to the kitchen and I make something?” She says, wanting to comfort him.
“Let’s make something together.”
She lets go of him and nods, smiling.
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Okay... to be honest, I still don't think it was romantic enough, lol. 😭 This was my first time writing smut, and wow, it was so much harder than I expected. I'd love to hear what you guys think! 💕
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