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The Face Behind the Curtain
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Dividers from @sweetmelodygraphics
Calm, cool, collected Mitsuya trying to be soooo nice to his arranged marriage wife. Giving you space to adjust when you need it, cooking dinner for you every night, telling you how beautiful you look in everything you wear while never crossing the line - always leaving you speechless and blushing…
It’s really not his fault - by the way you act and all the intel that was gathered you present as so sweet and kind. He didn’t expect you to be the kind of woman who gives her bodyguards the slip to go bar hopping. He certainly didn’t expect you to be on stage dancing at one of Toman’s clubs. What surprised him the most was the flash of possessiveness as one of the bar crawlers tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear when you got off stage. It’s not even like you enjoyed it - waving him off with a laugh. But Mitsuya didn’t care. He only cared that someone touched what is his. In one second he was across the club, and in the next he knocked the guy out flat. Through the shock you barely register Mitsuya grabbing your hand and hauling you out to his bike until you’re seated behind him. Finally you start to argue that you aren’t leaving while trying to climb off, but he revs his bike and takes off - forcing you to either grab onto him or fall off.
Back home, you’re rambling about how ridiculous he’s being - that you’re allowed to have a little fun. Mitsuya remains deadly silent the whole time he’s dragging you up the walkway and you actually start to worry he might actually blow up on you. But when the door shuts he shoves you up against it before his mouth crashes into yours…
there’s absolutely something to be said about ‘booktok’ books being largely wattpad quality written erotica i’m certainly not reading them however having seen a guy on tiktok make a video like ‘all the women in your life are READING PORN’ about a book he picked up and read in his FEMALE FRIEND’S HOUSE in a tone of scandalised horror and disgust i actually don’t think men should be making those criticisms. he said he picked it up expecting a romance and was horrified it was GOONER SHIT he said specifically like ‘who are you getting your pussy wet FOR??’ in a tone of revulsion. idk man im not sure shes the weird one. i kind of wish you were dead
"a lot of books that are successful on booktok are not very good" and "people can read what they want and we need to stop being so fucking weird about women enjoying erotica" are both correct statements
Okay I commissioned this before my impromptu hiatus, and it’s time to finally share it with y’all! (Thank you @negativesd09 for this wonderful piece and I’m so sorry for sitting on it for so long!!)
Found me lonely
Lost and only one step away from just giving up slowly
I was a mess, I was afraid
I'd be thе girl who just put up her walls no one could break
Thinking about arrange marriage to Mtsuya Takashi and he’s absolutely beside himself wondering how you’re going to act with his sisters. Everyone’s grown, Luna and Mana just started working part time jobs while in school but he’s still fretting about a relationship between the three of you that’s akin to the parent trap. He plans on introducing you to them over dinner later this week, but fate apparently had other plans as he rounds the corner to pick them up from their shift only to hear you verbally cutting someone down. His pace quickens when he hears Mana say, “it’s okay really! It wasn’t a big deal!” Followed by you snapping back, “it IS a big deal and we’re gonna to get it sorted right. Now.” Mitsuya is full on sprinting now, expecting to run into his worst nightmare, but skids to halt when he sees Luna and Mana cowering behind you while you’re staring down some cocky m’fer who’s grinning through your tirade. That is until you grab him by the collar and drag him down face-to-face before seething between clenched teeth, “Apologize.” And then this guy has the GALL to laugh at you, so you gently push Luna and Mana to the side as you drag him forward with all your weight. Slamming his face into the wall.
All Mitsuya hears is the clack of teeth, squelching of blood and crunching of the guy’s nose as it breaks - almost drowned out by his heart thumping out of his chest as he falls head over heels for you right then and there.
Celebrated Mother’s Day yesterday by doing a native plant tour for the third year in a row with my mom, sister and cousin and I realized it’s turning into a *good* tradition. Like one where we aren’t bogged down by familial expectation or forced to sit at a dinner with emotionally unsafe people. All in all it was just really nice. I can’t wait to do it again next year 🌱
Synopsis: You're a scientist in the 1st division, and Narumi has been making passes at you ever since you started working there. Every time you've brushed him off - writing him off as a fuckboy just trying to bed you. What happens when he almost dies during a mission and you're left quarreling with feelings you didn't even know you had for the 1st Division Captain?
WC: 3572
MDNI. TW: f reader, angst, fluff, smut - dacryphilia, oral (f receiving), vaginal penetration, needy sex
Reader’s Scent: Soft Tension by Andrea Maack
Narumi’s Scent: Cuir Ottoman by Parfum d'Empire
He’s not there. That’s the first horrible thought that entered your brain as the screen cleared of smoke to reveal the spot where Narumi should have been standing. The spot where he always was, you knew better than anyone that the Captain of the 1st Division never failed to find the camera. As more of the gray wisps and dust cleared away, your breath hitched in your throat to form a suffocatingly solid lump. The clock’s seconds were ticking by at an impossible speed. All around you the control room erupted into panic - everyone screaming, running, some were crying - while all you could do was just stand there. Completely numb.
Narumi was cocky. Arrogant. Insufferable. And undoubtedly strong. He was confident in his abilities, because he always pulled through somehow. Despite the constant glares you shoot his way, his constant requests to ‘take you out’, and the endless eyerolls you’ve returned - you never, ever doubted that he would come back from a mission. He always did.
The bright red numbers on the clock blinked 60 seconds now, and you still haven’t drawn a single breath - your heart pounded painfully against your sternum as you desperately searched the screen for any sign of him. The video game obsessed man you deemed to be a ‘fuckboy’ long ago - someone you wrote off as just wanting to bag the ‘hot scientist’. But the only memories that surfaced in this moment were how his eyes turned puppy dog like at your rare praises, or his tireless smile whenever he saw you. Always for you.
Minato, the coworker seated to your left, was shouting desperately into the mic, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. Emi, the coworker to your right was gently shaking your arm - attempting to cajole a response from you. The screen blurred from hot tears as a sickeningly hollow feeling formed in your chest. Through your watery vision you could make out that 120 seconds had passed, trapped in this excruciating stasis.
Everything began to slow around the lab, the sounds distorted, black clouded the edges of your vision - all you could see were the seconds ticking higher and higher. Once the bright, bloody numbers reached 165 seconds you heard the faintest whine through the radio, and finally your lungs expanded. You drew in air so loudly it made your companions jump as you lunged for the mic in Minato’s grasp.
”Narumi!” Shouting urgently into the hard, mesh plastic that your coworker basically tossed your way. “Narumi this isn’t fucking funny! Respond. Now!” Voice straining as it tore through your throat, tears finally cascaded hot, wet streams down your cheeks dripping onto the keys below. An excruciatingly long pause ensued with nothing but the crackle of static over the radio. Inhaling a breath that absolutely burned followed by the faintest of pleas, “Narumi, please answer me…”
Suddenly, a cough came through the radio, followed by a low groan, and then his voice, “I’m alive.” Every muscle in your body sagged with relief as you collapsed back into your chair, sniffling quietly. That was all he said, and honestly you couldn’t blame him - by the looks of the screen there were a lot of casualties.
When his unit returned to base, hours later, he didn’t go to the infirmary. He didn’t stop to see anyone - just went straight to his room and locked himself inside. You asked Shinomiya about it, but she just said it was ‘really bad’ with a distant look in her eyes before heading to the barracks. So, you waited a couple more hours to see if he would come out on his own, but when he didn’t you ventured to his room.
The second you rapped on the door, Narumi’s authoritative ‘not now’ echoed under the crack, but when you called softly that it was you there was a resounding click before the wood swayed inward slightly. Beyond the knob turning and the door being left ajar he didn’t invite you in, but you took it as one anyway before quietly stepping through the tall entryway. With the pads of your fingertips you pushed the hard wood flush into the jam.
The Captain’s quarters were shadowy, the monitor switched off with only a small lamp on in the corner, and his worn form slumped on the couch with a blanket barely wrapped around his shoulders. He didn’t turn to look at you, or speak as you picked your way through his room until you stood in front of him. Still, he refused to meet your eye.
Deliberately, with all the caution of approaching a wild animal, you slowly placed one knee on the outside of his thigh. Only then did Narumi peer up at you with a perplexed expression as you continued to straddle him, then lowered yourself until you were completely sitting on his lap. Sighing deeply, he turned his head away from you fully while pinching the bridge of his nose.
”I know this may come as a surprise, but if you’re finally reciprocating my advances then I’m sorry to say - I’m not in the mood,” he sighed, annoyance reverberating in his low timbre. Instead of mustering a defense, you leaned fully against his chest, wrapping your arms around him before burying your face into his neck - utterly wracked with sobs. Narumi froze, hints of musky freesia fused with mossy cedarwood lifted from your hair and skin to envelop him completely while your tears soaked into his t-shirt. At first he hesitated - not daring to move a muscle - and then ever so slowly, he brought his hands to rest on your hips while you clutched onto him tighter.
”When I saw you weren’t there, on the screen, I was so worried…” your words trailed off into a sharp inhale - immediately submerging you in the scent of leather dipped in resinous amber that persistently clung to him. Then, you sniffled out pathetically, “you’re always there.” Your lips trembled around the words as Narumi’s heart hammered wildly from your ensuing confession.
“I thought you-” bawling through shuddered breaths, but you choked out what you could, “and that I’d never see you again…” Finally leaning back, you regarded his expression - amaranth eyes blinking rapidly at you, framed by brows raised in utter shock. No one has ever cried over him like this.
“I-I know you were the one who almost died, but for 3 solid minutes I couldn’t catch my breath, an-and-” you choked on another sob. Drawing another shaky breath before you tried to speak again. “Narumi, I-I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here,” fisting your hands into his shirt as the words warbled past your lips.
At first he could do nothing more than squeeze your hips lightly, all other responses escaped him. Instead he studied your expression intently. The way the red around your eyes made your irises gleam in the lowlight, or how your cheeks had become puffy, ruddy and glistened whenever your head bobbed with a sniffle. A deeper red crawled over your cheeks - turning shy under his awestruck gaze. Then, ghosting his hands from your hips, over your arms, to cup your cheeks before he pulled you close to press his lips tenderly to yours.
Ardently he moved his mouth in tandem with yours, the faintest hints of rosy-fruit swirled mossy cedar clung to your breath like a silent fog rolling off the mountains - dragging Narumi deeper into the essence that is you. As he carded his fingers through your hair just to pull you closer, the barest notes of creamy almond and balsam incense mingled with your breath, deliciously stimulating your taste buds. Like the mouth watering aromas one would find strolling through a foreign market. Then, following your soft whimper for air, Narumi gently released you, one hand remained cupping your cheek while the other drifted back down to rest on your hip.
“I thou-thought you weren’t in the mood,” you sniffled out quietly, gently leaning into his palm, fingers twitching nervously in his shirt.
”I changed my mind,” he whispered, gravelly and low, before tugging you back by the back of your neck to slot his lips with yours once again.
This time the kiss was heated, his teeth nipping your bottom lip followed by his tongue gliding smoothly along yours when you gasped. Robust honey-musk cascaded over your taste buds as he desperately deepened the kiss to chase your sweet, strawberry-pine redolence. The next few minutes were a flurry of hands gripping fabric, bare skin, tongues and lips colliding until Narumi had you laid out on the couch under him, completely nude.
Sitting on folded legs, poised between your thighs, his wide palms ghosted up the sides of your torso until he cupped your face once again. Studying your flushed cheeks with rapt interest - the way tears still leaked from your lash line to trickle down your face, though he didn’t mention them, he did thumb at them appreciatively without making any real attempt to wipe them away. Bending forward to capture your lips once more, he laid fully between your legs - purposefully pressing his growing bulge to your heated core.
The cotton fabric of his boxers dragged deliciously over your clit as he peppered kisses over your jaw, down the column of your throat, over your collarbones and down the valley of your breasts until he paused between your hips. Glancing upward, he waited for your subtle nod before traveling lower to litter chaste pecks over the insides of your thighs - inhaling your scent as he dragged the tip of his nose over your soft skin. Two wide, hot hands palmed and squeezed the plush fat of your upper thighs, and under the curve of your butt appreciatively while kissing and nipping closer to where you wanted him most.
A pair of crimson-mauve eyes pinned you in place as his lips ghosted over your folds, hot breath fanning your sensitive skin sending shivers through you. Ever so gently, Narumi gripped the insides of your thighs - bringing his thumbs down to part your lips - his eyes flicked down the moment your drooling core was revealed to him. Meeting your gaze once more, stealing the air right out of your lungs, then he finally made contact - dipping the tip of his wet muscle into your leaking hole. Gathering arousal along the way, his eyes grew half lidded before he started swirling the tip of his tongue around your buzzing bundle of nerves.
Immediately your head fell back into the couch cushions, a gasping whine fluttered past your lips - the tears that had collected along your lash line finally poured over, splashing into your hair and onto the worn fabric below. The second Narumi spotted the salty rivulets, his ministrations grew desperate - tongue dipping down to plunge through your fluttering entrance, flicking and curling along your velvety walls. Latching his mouth fully onto your thrumming cunt, his grip on your thighs turned bruising as he leaned further into you - grunting deliriously as your creamy, velvety musk burst across his taste buds. Mewling pathetically from the added vibrations, you threw one hand over your head to grab the arm of the couch for some sense of grounding as your other hand carded through Narumi’s two toned locks.
“Gen-” he moaned straight into your core from his name rolling off your tongue - eliciting a warbled whine from you as your grip tightened in his hair. “I don’t-” emitting a string of strained pants, as you attempted to stave off your ensuing orgasm. “I don’t think I can last any longer, fuck, please-” the plea barely left you before Narumi replaced his tongue with two fingers, moving his lips to wrap around your clit. His other hand slid to the outside of your thigh to hold you securely while your other leg involuntarily snapped shut to keep him in place. Pumping at an even pace from the start, his fingertips bumped and prodded that spongy spot that had your back arching off the couch and thighs trembling against his cheeks.
Then, with a curl of his fingers and a flick of his tongue, your gummy walls clamped down - pulsing around his digits. Stars burst behind your eyes as blissful heat simmered in your veins, sending pleasurable tingles through your body until your toes began to curl. Stilted, whiny moans cascaded from you, echoing off the walls to create a symphony that Narumi had only imagined until now. With a gasp, taut muscles finally relaxed, your body sagged against the cushions - chest rising and falling rapidly from heaving to catch your breath.
Gradually Narumi detached from you, sitting back on his folded legs, he absentmindedly licked your arousal from his digits - surveying your flushed face, puffy lips, and the way some shiny tears still clung to your lashes. To his surprise, after a moment you cracked your eyes open to throw him a pleading look as you sat up as well - reaching out to curl your fingers into the waistband of his boxers.
“I want you,” you murmured, voice and face lacking any hesitation as you peered up at him through thick lashes. When he hesitated, blinking rapidly while trying to process your words you added earnestly, “I need you.”
That’s all he needed to hear before he discarded his boxers and lined his blushing tip up to your entrance. Ardently, he pressed through that ring of muscle that gave way to your velvety walls, stretching you inch by inch. With a muted groan in your ear, he bottomed out completely - your core fluttering around him as you grew accustomed to his size. One of his lithe arms looped around your lower back while the other laid above your head as he tenderly fingered your satiny locks.
Once you had adjusted, he canted his hips back at an agonizingly unhurried pace while tears collected along your lash line from sheer want. With an equally paced thrust he ever so slowly pressed back in until his tip nudged that spongy spot that drew wanton sounds to the tip of your tongue. Sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you attempted to contain your mewls as even more salty droplets rolled down your cheeks. Narumi was mesmerized by them, his pace remaining deep and steady while his gaze traveled from the notch in your brow to your pearly whites pressed into your plump lip - drinking in every tear, blush and sniffle in between.
Suddenly the scene from earlier flashed behind your eyes, for a moment fear welled up in your chest, but then you felt Narumi’s consistent prodding that brought you right back to reality. Carding your fingers through his hair as you crashed your lips into his, desperately kissing him - trying to feel him fully. When you parted, he could see your teary sniffles had transformed into soft whines with each thrust - a reminder that he was really here. With you. His cock twitched approvingly within your heated core while his amaranth eyes drank in your puffy, tear stained cheeks. Narumi couldn’t quite put his finger on why, but seeing you like this threatened what little bit of control he had left.
“Gen,” his name encased in your tiny mewl brought his gaze to yours, catching sight of your quivering lip along the way. “Please don’t leave me…” whimpering pitifully while staving off a sob as your vision blurred from more tears. Then, you felt the gentlest caress along your hairline, Narumi’s ardent thrusts unfaltering through your near constant tears.
”I’m here,” he whispered, breath fanning your hair and forehead as he traced his nose along your hairline until he brought his lips to hover over yours. Blinking away your tears, you met his tender gaze as his hand moved from behind your back to lay over your lower abdomen. Pressing down lightly so that spongy spot was snug against his tip in a way that caused the corners of your vision to fuzz and whiten - pleasure mounting in every fiber of your being.
”I'm right here,” he breathed against your lips, punctuating his assurance with a deep thrust that kissed your cervix and had your head keening back into the pillows with a pathetic mewl. Narumi’s consistent pace tightened that string in your core as if you were ascending the first hill on a roller coaster. With each press or slight rub of his hand on your abdomen, accompanied by his tip repeatedly knocking that spongy spot before dragging along your sensitive walls felt like the tick tick tick as you approached the crest of the hill. Then, just in the same way as an amusement park ride, he pressed a little harder, thrusted slightly deeper causing time to still as you felt that string grow impossibly taut and then snaaaap in slow motion.
Once the last thread broke, it felt like you were launched down that hill at top speed - a current of trembling pleasure shot through your muscles, leaving them strung tight. Your back arched off the couch while clinging onto Narumi however you could as he chased his own high, enhancing your’s along the way. Clawing at his back and shoulders, you were wracked with stuttered sobs while you begged him not to stop which soon devolved into unintelligible babbling as you sniffled and whined into his neck.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he whispered into your hair followed by gently pressing his lips to your temple. Silently he drank in the tiny mewls and sniffles emitting from you that caused his balls to tighten - his climax imminent. “Where do you want it baby?” His hushed tone was slightly more urgent as he fought off the urge to immediately cum the next time his tip kissed your cervix.
“Cum in me,” you whined back not even a second later, carding your fingers back into his hair while rolling your hips to meet his. When he hesitated with the quietest ‘uh’ falling from his lips, you gripped his two toned locks before pulling him back to meet your watery gaze. A slight notch formed in your brow and a downright begging look in your eyes as you susurrated up at him, “please Gen…”
Relenting with a strangled groan Narumi collapsed over you, wrapping one arm under your back to keep your hips flush to his. The other hand came up to card his fingers through your tresses while his thick cum filled you - swirling with your own to create a creamy ring around the base of his cock. A thin trickle dribbled down your thigh to the curve of your butt.
After several minutes of silence, barring your damp breaths mingled between the two of you, he ever so slowly drew his hips back before immediately pressing back into your puffy walls - eliciting a wanton cry from you. Before you could ask what he was doing, Narumi began groaning quietly in your ear in rhythm with his hips.
“I love you Y/N,” his lips brushed your earlobe just as you registered the words, his tip pressing against your cervix once again. Grabbing at his side and bicep to ground yourself, you finally cracked your eyes open to see him peering down at you before pressing his forehead to yours - repeating the words in tune with his measured thrusts, “I love you.”
The room quickly filled with your whiny moans bouncing from wall to wall as Narumi fucked his cum deeper into you. Hot, balsamic breaths puffed over your cheeks and down your neck with each word he uttered. Your nails dug crescent shaped indents into his toned flesh as overstimulated tears mixed with your needy ones from earlier. For the final time tonight, Narumi’s faithful prodding spurred you to willingly leap over that ledge as you rolled your hips in tandem with his to descend into that euphoric abyss. With one last confession of his love, you clamped down - your puffy walls pulsing around him as his cock twitched to the same rhythm.
Laying fully over you, Narumi wrapped his arms securely around you before rolling onto his side so you were wedged between his chest and the back of the couch. There the two of you laid for some time until the overstimulated tremors finally dissipated and you were able to relax fully into him. Gradually he slipped out of you with a muted groan - eliciting a pathetic whine from you - leaving you empty and wanting as you nestled closer to him for warmth. Silence ensued for several minutes as the two of you basked in the afterglow and processed the sudden change in your dynamic. Then, like a bell ringing through foggy air just as dawn started to break - you interrupted the silence with the faintest admission.
“I love you too Gen,” you whispered into the hardened planes of his chest stuttering his heartbeat and catching his breath in his throat. After a moment he released a sigh of relief before folding you flush to his chest, and then held you comfortingly in his arms as he buried his nose into your hair. Narumi’s foreign, spice market scent mingled with your highland fog-like fragrance until your shared redolence filled the room completely. No more words were necessary for now, just the unspoken sentiment shared on the breath passed between a pair of lungs. He was yours, and you were his.
Master List (I have no rights to these characters, the works they come from, or the art/screenshots/manga panels used in this post. Screenshots taken from pinterest, so if you know the creator please lmk! Divider is from @sweetmelodygraphics)
Taglist: lmk know if you want to be added
Inspiration: Between Two Lungs by Florence and the Machine for the 2nd to last line
Idk how to do this but I have not been on here these past few months or writing like at all, but wanted to confirm that I’m alive! To recap the past 6 months or so: got engaged, got promoted at work, company started going under, my sister almost died due to pregnancy complications (she’s thankfully okay) and my dad actually did die. I have a couple really kind asks in my inbox that I will try to reply to soon, it’s just been a really hard time unfortunately. I hope you all are doing okay and pray y’all have had a better 6 months than I have!
