Firefighter!Simon who meets you when your apartment goes up in flames, breaking down the crumbling excuse of a door to make sure that everyone had been evacuated from the building. Gaz was having a laugh about how someone ‘could sleep through that shit’ as Simon had to wake up this poor girl who just wanted to sleep after her stressful day.
Firefighter!Simon who answers all your questions with a gruff tone, navigating through the burning building. On one hand, he’s glad you aren’t screaming and crying about the building but on the other hand he wasn’t used to people asking him questions. You ask him things like his favorite color, his favorite food, how many times he had punched people in the face, and about his opinion on everything under the sun. He was on his seventh ‘you need to stop talkin’, ma’am, yer wastin’ air’ when you started coughing.
When you got to the ambulance, Firefighter!Simon didn’t say no when you asked him to go with you to the hospital. Johnny raised an eyebrow at Simon as he maneauvered his hulking body onto the seat next to you. For some unknown reason, Firefighter!Simon didn’t want you- nosy and kind and pretty you- to be hacking up a lung by yourself in the presence of someone like Johnny. And when your breathing started slowing and you weren’t looking around with bright eyes, Simon let you slide your hand into his gloved one.
Firefighter!Simon who, miraculously, has the night off. He decides to stay in the hospital until you wake: thinking it would be the gentlemanly thing to do to make sure your friends or family were made aware of the devastating fire. But when you finally blink awake and Simon asks all his questions, he’s stumped when you hit him with a ‘I don’t have any family’. Simon can’t stop himself from blurting out ‘You c’n stay with me. If you want.’
It takes a full day for you to be cleared before Firefighter!Simon picks you up from the hospital to take you to his (more than) humble abode. He finds that you quickly find happiness in the kitchen, but are more than disappointed to see he has barely anything to cook or bake with. “A damn shame” you say. With the remaining daylight hours, Simon finds himself driving you to a little supermarket in the corner of the city he hadn’t had the time to be explore. You insist on buying everything, telling Simon (a man who you really knew nothing about) it was the least you could do since he saved you from homelessness. And dying.
The rest of your first day in your temporary home with Firefighter!Simon is spent cooking. You whip up a marvelous pasta dish with hearty meatballs that almost make drool seep from Simon’s lips. He sits at the island watching you move around his space like you’d been there millions of times, an unfamiliar feeling blooming in his gut similar to fondness. Since picking you up some new clothes, Simon had learned a little bit more about you than Simon thought healthy. It was unfortunate enough for him to have been unable to get laid in over three months, but it was even more unfortunate that he had such a pretty bird in his apartment making him food and insisting on being near him when he sure as hell couldn’t make a move on her.
Firefighter!Simon who gets comfortable in his routine with you. On the days he’s not at work at assfuck 0200, he’s up making a simple breakfast for you and him before rhe day starts. You’ll eat and concerse a little awkwardly but that wont stop you from asking all about how he slept and if his buddies wanted more of those monster cookies you’d made to thank them for saving you and your fellow tenants. Simon had to relay many praises of your work in the kitchen, only ommiting the details and sly jokes about how ‘Simon’s girl’ was already taking care of the family. You’d go to work by bus or train- depending on how you felt- and then come home and make dinner or reheat leftovers. If Simon was at work, you’d laze on the couch in the main room and watch television and read. If Simon wasn’t at work, you’d bring the softest blanket from the room Simon had placed you in and watch a movie. More often than not, you would scoot closer and closer to Simon before falling asleep against him. When you woke up, you were in your bed- undoubtedly carried by Simon. Oh well. Its what friends do.
Firefighter!Simon who sees you as a friend. It’s basing your third week in his home and he feel comfortable around you. You’re good at reading his silence- the set of his shoulders and the future of his brow say enough- and he can’t be more thankful of that. For someone so new to his life, you seem to know exactly when to let a comfortable silence fall between you and when to start chattering about them things that come to your mind. But when you are the silent, short-tempered, and fatigued one, Simon is more than scared to get in your way. “Needa talk?” He offers, sliding you a cup of steaming coffee when you level a glare at the mug that had irritated you at such an inconveniently early hour. You heave a sigh and your head crumbles down into your arms. “I’m a mess, Si,” you tell him. Though your voice is muffled, Simon hears the shakiness in your throat trying to escape. He rounds the corner of island and places a large palm on your back in his attempt to comfort you. You are wrapping your arms around his neck and buring your face into the frail fabric of Simon’s shirt before he even knows what’s happening. And- as avoidant as Simon is to physical touch that doesn’t occur during work hours or when you fall asleep on him or when you slid your hand in his gloved hand during The Ambulance Ride- Simon didn’t mind your arms and warmth around him. When you started shaking in his arms was when Simon had to clench his jaw. It pained him that it pained you- and he didn’t even know what was ailing you! Simon tried to soothe himself with the knowledge that he was giving you the best comfort he could offer.
A day later you wake up to a crime scene in your underwear in the middle of the night so you decide to take a midnight trip to the convenience store a literal block away without letting Firefighter!Simon know. I mean, hey, he needs sleep and you were not going to wake him up to let him know you would be gone for a total of five minutes! But when you were on your way back to his house, you noticed someone following you. As you turned right for the third consecutive block, you finally fumbled for your phone.
Hearing you say ‘hey baby’ at 0146 had Firefighter!Simon’s head spinning. He was a little dazed because of the abrupt awakening but your casual greeting was wnough to jolt him awake. “Y/n? Whadda ya- what-?” He couldn’t finish his question before you interrupt him. “Hey do you think you could pick me up? I think I got a little lost.” Simon shoots out of bed, hitting the speaker button as he goes to slip a shirt on. “Where are you? Do I need a knife? Are you okay, dove?” He slips his shoes on and is out of the door faster than he is when he gets a work call. “Yeah, I’d bring the knife, babe,” you answer on the other line, more than loud enough for the man who is following you to hear. “I’m about four blocks away, by the Casey’s. You have my location.” Simon peels out of his driveway and immediately clicks on your profile to find the map with your smiling face. “Talk to me, y/n. I’m almost there.” Your breath is shaking on the other end and Simon doesn’t want you to be scared. “I think I could go for some Italian, Simon,” you say truthfully. “A minute away” Simon tells you, tires squealing as he turns down the streets you were hightailing down. Simon steps out of the truck after shifting it to park and the guy scatters. You’re running into Simon’s open arms before he could take a third step toward you. “I’m sorry,” you murmur “I kinda… started my period and didn’t want to wake you but then-“ Simon just shushes you, running a large hand down your back. “Let’s go home, love.” Simon scooped you up easily, tucking the obnoxiously loud crinkling plastic bag into your lap as he easily carried you to the passenger seat. Home. Yeah, Simon and his place had become your home.
I absolutely love your art!!! It always makes me smile and get excited; like to the point im kicking my feet, but I was wondering if you could do a firefighter!landoscar drawing??
thank you for the request! was debating on if I wanted to do them both as firefighters or just one of them. Just some little doodles, was super fun prompt to draw :)
‘GUYS @let-it-linger WROTE A FIC authors I love u all so much thank you 😭😭😭😭
𐙚 SUMMARY. After surviving a fire in your apartment complex you find yourself in the hospital, dazed and confused. All you knew was the man who saved you was criminally beautiful and now you might be in love. Art by: @/NiharikaJetty
CONTENT. SMUT Female reader, Mentions of death (not reader or Nanami), Reader is in the hospital and has burn injuries on her arms, Apartment fire, Reader has a cat, Cursing, non-sorcerer AU, heavy conversations between Nanami and reader, intimate, lots of emotional depth (I'm a very emotional person apparently), fluff, One-shot, porn with plot, tipsy sex, p in v, protected sex, oral (f receiving) use of y/n, aftercare, kinda proofread WC: 6K
A/N. If this plot sounds familiar.... no it doesn't you're hallucinating. Im going to start working on Jesus What's a Girl To Do, but ngl... bartender sukuna is making me blush 🤭. anyway this is my first long-ish-fic so lmk how you feel <3
The way you met Nanami was silly, really.
One second, you were in your kitchen making a bowl of white rice with extra butter that you swore would change your life, and the next you were in a hospital bed.
You couldn't recall the events prior to you being in the hospital. You must have blacked out after some point.
Did you explode something? Did your apartment burn down? Was your cat okay?
You look down at your arms to see them wrapped in bandages and gauze. A soft buzz of pain surrounding your arms, pulsing in that annoyingly familiar way when you burn your finger on the stove—this time it was ten times worse.
You peek under a bandage to see burns, wincing as the cotton releases its hold with the bright red skin, but getting quick relief from the cold air making contact.
You let go of the bandage, groaning at the situation, still confused as to why you were in the hospital. Latex and bleach and that unforgettable hospital smell filled you nostrils, making you head hurt more than it already did.
The dull yet bright lights illuminate the depressing room in a hazy glow, making the whole situation feel like some kind of fever dream—but the pain radiating from your arms says otherwise.
You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard a knock on the door—a doctor, a nurse, and an extremely attractive firefighter walking into your room.
"Miss L/n," the doctor says in a sweet tone. She flashes you a toothy white smile as she approaches, holding a clipboard in her hand and a stethoscope hung around her neck.
The nurse makes quick work of taking your arms and unwrapping the bandages. You sigh at the feeling— your burns finally getting a chance to breath and your heart a chance to take a break from beating so hard as a means to suppress your urge to scream in pain.
The firefighter stays by the entrance of the room, arms crossed and wearing a simple black t-shirt over his FRC pants and boots. His blonde hair was tousled, falling in front of his face as the strands brush against his ash stained cheeks.
You assumed that whatever happened had to be recent since he was still partly in his gear and reeked of smoke.
Your eyes shift from the attractive firefighter to the doctor, who's calmness was unsettling to you due to the fact that you had no idea why the hell you were in the hospital.
"Why am I here?" You ask, not to anyone specifically. You just wanted an answer.
All three of them exchanged eachother a weary glance, like they were hiding some kind of secret that only you didn't know about.
It honestly started to piss you off.
"Hello? Am I talking to a wall?" You snapped.
"Miss L/n, I am Doctor Mei. And I'll have you know this situation is stressful for all of us," the doctor says, setting the clipboard down on a table.
"Well I wouldn't be so stressed right now if I had a clue of what's going on," you laugh dryly.
"Your apartment, it- the complex burned down," she explains. "Luckily, they retrieved you and your cat, but everything else got damaged in the fire. Mr. Nanami here was the hero who saved you."
"Wait, wait, what fire? What happened?" Your furrow your eyebrows in confusion, glancing at the firefighter who you now know the name of.
"Your neighbor left the stove on while they were out. It started off as a small fire but since they weren't home it escalated and...well," She trails. "The fire department was only around the block so they arrived quickly. Unfortunately, 3 people died in the fire."
You're silent for a beat, letting the doctors words sink in.
Your heart pangs when she told you people died in the fire, that suffocating lump forming in your throat as you try to suppress your tears. You didn't even know the people but you couldn't help but feel sadness for them and their families.
"Where's Batman?" You say, your voice betraying you as it slightly cracks and your eyes gloss over. You look around your room to hopefully find that familiar lump of black and brown fur, but to no avail.
The pen scratching against paper pauses as the doctor sets the pen down and looks at you in confusion. "I'm sorry, Batman?"
"My cat. Where is he?"
"Oh, he's-"
"He's right here," A deep voice says, which revealed to be Nanami as he walks inside the room holding your beloved fur ball, Batman.
You didn't even see him leave the room, so you were surprised when he approached holding your cat.
Batman seemed to be having a blast in his arms while he repeatedly pressed his tiny paws into the softness of Nanami's pecs—finding the squishiness amusing.
you laugh in surprise from the sight, since Batman usually doesn't like people. Not even you sometimes.
You look up at Nanami, watching the way he looks down at your cat in annoyance and affection all at once. His stoic features almost look softened at the sight of Batman.
The nurse and Doctor exit the room, leaving you and Nanami alone together. You blush as you get a closer look at the firefighter, his chiseled features more prominent up close.
you drool at the expanse of his chest—the same area Batman was kneading like it was some kind of bread dough—and the way the fabric of his shirt hugged him so perfectly you just wanted to liiiiick-
You mentally curse your brain as well as Nanami's perfect cheekbones and his perfect abs and his perfect face and his perfect nose, before taking a deep breath as a means to settle your nerves.
"how are your arms?" He then asks, setting Batman down onto your lap. The cat nuzzles its head into your stomach, circling the spot on your lap before settling down in a comfortable position and closing his eyes.
"They're fine. The pain has gone away somewhat after the nurse took the bandages off."
"Well I'm glad you're okay," He pauses, looking at an empty corner of the room before adding, "I'm glad I was at least able to save you."
You look at him curiously while absentmindedly petting the cat, "What do you mean?"
"A friend of mine. He-" Nanami exhales deeply. "He was one of the people who died. In the fire."
Your eyes widen, concern and for some reason, guilt, written over your face. "I'm...I'm so sorry," you mumble, voice just above a whisper.
"Dont apologize. It's not your fault," Nanami's let's out a forced laugh as a means to lighten the situation. "I just wish I could have gone back to him. I heard him call my name and I- you were in my arms and-" he rambled.
You could see the grief in his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed, and his pupils trained one singular speck on the floor. The corner of his lips were down turned, anger and sadness evident on his face.
He looks up at you for a moment, and you expect him to be angry at you.
You expected him to feel some kind of grudge against you because you were the reason he couldn't go back for his friend. Yeah, he was doing his job and that job was to save you, but you would understand where he's coming from if he was even a little bit angry at you.
To your surprise, his features are soft. He looked at you like some sort of angel. Like you were an abstract painting he was observing—wanting to criticize it but having nothing to criticize because there was something about it that drew him in.
Something about you gave him a feeling he's only felt once in his life, yet this time it was stronger.
He felt some unwavering feeling of protectiveness over you, like he needed to be there if something were to happen.
You didn't know where to look, whether is was his eyes or the bright white colored hospital blankets that made your head hurt if you stared at too long.
You opted on looking at Batman as you stroked and lightly glided your fingertips against the length of the cat's back.
"Hes a nice cat," Nanami says, voice slightly shakey. "The cat I grew up with hated my guts," he chuckles.
You laugh softly with him, "Thank you. I got him at a rescue shelter when he was a baby."
"He's pretty too," Nanami adds. He stares at you for a moment, eyes studying your features like he was trying to figure you out before blurting, "you both are."
Your eyes widen, blushing and taken aback by his bluntness.
"I'm- I'm so sorry, I-"
"No, no, its okay,"
"No, that was uncalled for, I'm sorry-"
"Nanami." You snap him out of his spiral, looking him dead in the eyes. "Thank you," you give him a reassuring smile.
Silence.
Nanami clears his throat, and pulls at his collar like it was suffocating him. He let's out a shuddered breath before saying, "I should go."
"Oh, yeah..um," you wished the ground could swallow you whole at this very moment.
"Okay, uh," he wipes his clammy hands on his pants, "bye."
"Bye. Thank you for saving me...by the way," you add.
He nods quickly, bowing slightly in your direction before walking out the room.
You stare at the empty space where Nanami stood, face expressionless, besides the blush that remained on your cheeks.
A longing feeling lingered in your heart, like a thread was being pulled and the farther Nanami walked, the tigher the thread tugged.
After being shaken out of you sleepy haze and looked at him, he looked so familiar even though you've never met him before.
It was almost like it wasn't a coincidence that he was the one to pull you out of your burning apartment. Like he was meant to save you all along.
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"Still thinking about that hot firefighter you couldn't stop drooling over?" Shoko asks, mindlessly playing with the straw of her iced coffee.
"I am not," you say offended, setting a box of miscellaneous items on the floor of your new apartment.
It's been about 3 months since the fire, and since then you've had time to try and get your life back together.
Luckily, your important documents didn't get burned, and you had insurance on most of your valuable items that got damaged.
Despite that, the mental toll the fire took on you was exhausting. You get emotionally attached to your items fairly easily, and it really hurt to see it all gone. Though, you're just happy you and Batman made it out alive.
And that Nanami was the one who saved you.
"You totally are. It's okay, I get it. Firefighters are hot," she shrugs. "I'd fall in love with my savior too."
"Um, I'm sorry but you're not even helping me so I don't want to hear your commentary at the moment," you laugh, pointing an accusing finger at her.
"I'm here for emotional support," she smiles.
You roll your eyes, before walking to close the front door and lock it.
You sigh, leaning back against the door and looking at the few boxes of items you had remaining from the fire.
Batman walked over to you, running and weaving his body around your legs, purring when you bend down to lift him into your arms.
"Y'good? Need me to stay the night?" Shoko walks over to you, sliding next to you on the door and resting her head on your shoulder.
"Yeah, I'll be good," you say softly, resting your head atop hers and sitting there in silence with your two favorite people.
Shoko and Batman were the only ones who were really there for you after the fire. With Batman being the ever helpful emotional support—and by that I mean mandatory mid-day cuddle sessions for his enjoyment more than yours—and Shoko giving you a place to stay while you tried to get your shit together.
She was there for you as you cried while being on hold for hours on end with your insurance company, always offering you coffee and snacks that she would eat before you took even two bites.
She drove you back and forth to the hospital for your follow up appointments even when you insisted you could drive yourself.
She even came with you to Batman's vet appointments, whispering to you in the corner about the hot veterinarian who was giving Batman an X-ray scan of his lungs.
You don't even know where you'd be right now if it wasn't for her.
What you couldn't stand though was her neverending teasing about Nanami.
"Y'know, his job is literally like 10 minutes away. You could go visit and say you need some water." She suggested one day while you were boiling ramen.
"You want me to walk into a fire station and ask for water?" You look at her like she's gone crazy.
"Yeah. It's a fire station. Why wouldn't they have water?" She looks at you back with the same face you gave her.
You both stare at eachother in silence, a blank expression on either of your faces before bursting out in laughter.
In all honesty, you have been thinking about him. You blamed it on the fact that he saved your life and it was normal for one to have some kind of emotional attachment to their savior—but for some reason this felt different.
You decided to go to a bar that night alone, needing some time to clear your head after enduring the headache inducing hold music of your insurance company and over the phone pettiness with your old apartments leasing office.
You needed air. Not just from the apartment, but from the weight of everything that still lingered.
Shoko had a night shift at the clinic she recently started working at so unfortunately she couldn't accompany you. But you weren't bummed. Having some time alone was what you needed.
You entered the dimly lit bar smelling of cigarettes and alcohol and grimey old men, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor with every step.
"Welcome in," the bartender greets you with a nod, a drying rag slung off his shoulder and a welcoming smile on his face.
"Hey," you smile, sitting down on an empty stool.
"What can I get'cha today?" He asks while pouring a whiskey for the man sitting beside you, back turned.
"Um..." your eyes graze the menu for any new drinks that piqued your interest but finding none. "I'll just have an espresso martini," you decide.
The bartender nods, turning to prepare your drink while you pull out your purse.
"Long day?" The bartender asks, a lazy smirk gracing his features.
You chuckle, "how'd you know?"
"Y'looked tense when you walked in s'all," he says, folding up his sleeves, revealing his dark tattoos trailing along his forearms, before pouring the contents of your drink into the cocktail shaker.
You have to admit, he was hot. With the way he ran his fingers through his messy pink hair, his arms flexing with every movement was absolutely criminal.
They kind of reminded you of Nanami's arms if you were being completely honest, just decorated with tattoos.
Unfortunately, your plans today did not consist of flirting with the bartender so you took your drink without another word, mindlessly sipping while watching whatever sports game was playing on the TV above the bar.
You were about to ask the bartend for a water when someone tapped your shoulder, causing you to jump slightly at the unexpected contact.
You look at the mysterious person, your eyes squinting as your vision adjusts from the bright TV screen to the dim room, to reveal...Nanami?
"Hey, Y/n, right?" He slides into the spot next to you, legs spread and one hand holding a glass of whiskey.
You sputter, eyes wide and darting all over his face. Suddenly the world feels like its slowed down and the air gets too thick to breath.
There he was, in the flesh.
He was wearing a simple black shirt and dark wash jeans, and his hair was slicked back this time. He looked at you then, his eyes soft and so familiar even though you've only met him one other time.
Well, that's if you're not counting your dream encounters.
"Nanami," you say surprised. "Hey," you attempt to smile at him in hope that it masks your internal panic.
"What brings you here?" He sets his glass down, scooting himself closer so your knees were practically touching. He leans an arm on the counter, his muscles bulging inside the fabric of his t-shirt as he fixes all his attention on you.
"Uh just, y'know. Needed to clear my head," you say, tracing your finger along the rim of your martini glass.
"Yeah," he nods in understanding.
"How are you doing? After...everything?" He asks.
"I'm actually doing really good," you smile warmly at him. "I just moved into my new apartment, actually."
"Really? That's really great, Y/n," he brings a hand up to squeeze your arm, ever so gently, and God, this man was going to be the death of you.
You guys ended up talking for, you don't even know how long, about the most random things. He told you about his experiences of being a firefighter and you told him silly stories about Batman, as well as what you did for work and why you were convinced chickens were aliens under disguise.
The process of you explaining that logic to him is to be unspoken of, because quite frankly you didn't understand it either.
All you knew is that chicken = alien.
Nanami gave you a concerned look after that, ultimately making you shut up.
"Hey, do you want to get out of here? To somewhere more quiet?" He asks, leaning in closer so you could hear him better over the loud talking. The smell of his cologne made you dizzy, causing you mind to drift to places it shouldnt be.
You ended up agreeing and found yourself in Nanami's apartment.
It was tidy, too tidy almost, save a few books scattered on the coffee table and an empty tea mug with "World's Best Firefighter" printed on the side that he quickly washed and put away before you even noticed it was there.
"Red or white?" He asks.
"Huh?" You look at him confused.
"Red, or white," he repeats, smiling at your confused expression.
"Red or...white?" His question was not processing through your head.
"Red or white wine, silly," he chuckles.
"Oh, red please," you laugh nervously from your spot on his couch.
He walks over, handing you your glass and setting his own down on the coffee table. He grabs the remote to his tv, turning it on and putting on a 6 Hour [NO ADS] [NO MUSIC] Crackling Fireplace on YouTube.
You try your best to suppress your laughter, really, but you couldnt help but giggle at his choice of ambiance.
"what?" He laughs. "Is there a problem?"
"No, no," you giggle. "It's nothing," you say while sipping your wine.
He playfully rolls his eyes, setting the remote down and taking a place next to you on the couch. The smell of his colonel fills your senses, the spicy notes harmonizing perfectly with the sweet scent of your perfume.
Nanami clears his throat, swirling his glass, voice steady, "you know, fire doesn't really burn from the flames themselves."
He glances at you, gazing into your eyes and lingering for just a second too long, "Its the fumes in the air that causes it to ignite."
You were caught off guard, slightly amused nonetheless, "thats... cool," you laugh into your cup.
"I learned it in firefighter school," he says, leaning back and man spreading right next to you, one hand holding his wine and the other resting behind your seat.
"Firefighter school, huh?"
He laughs, "yes, firefighter school."
Nanami leans towards you slightly, lips curving in the faintest smile as he brings a hand up to your chin, turning your head to face his.
"I can help but feel—" he pauses, voice low in his throat, "that there's something in the air right now. Don't you?"
Your stomach flips, your heartbeat quickening in more places than one as you swallow, your eyes darting from his lips to his eyes. "Yeah," you say breathless.
He sets his glass down carefully, deliberately, and your chest heaves slightly with his every movement. He turns to you, his head tilting as his eyes flicker to your parted lips,
"I'd say we've poured ourselves quite the situation."
The silence hangs heavy in the room, and at this rate you're almost positive Nanami could hear your pulse beating against your skin.
The crackling sound of the fake fire, and Nanami's close proximity makes it feel like there's an actual fire in the room, and metaphorically speaking, there was.
"Nanami," you whisper, your lips brushing his. His intoxicating scent made you dizzy, and the anticipation made your breath stutter.
"Please," he brings a hand up to cup your face, his thumb soothingly stroking your jaw, "call me Kento."
You stare into his lidded eyes, glossed over with desire.
Heat crept down your spine—every one of Kento's feather light touches sending electricity through your body.
"Tell me to stop," his hand ghosts over your waist, trembling from restraint.
"Don't stop," you whisper.
Slowly, your lips touch his, connecting like they were meant to be together. Every movement of his lips were intentional. Passionate.
Like he had been waiting an eternity for this moment. Like he had been waiting an eternity for you.
He pulls back, your lips separating with a faint, wet, pop!
He brings both hands up to cup your face, his gentle fingers brushing along your cheekbones and his lips less than a millimeter away from yours.
"Tell me you want this," Kento whispers against your lips. "Tell me you want me."
You slide yourself closer, practically laying on top of him at this point, breath heavy, mind foggy, and pussy wet.
"I want you," you breathe, peppering small kisses along his jaw.
His breath hitches, groaning low in his throat.
"Fuck, c'mere," he grabs your waist, pulling you into him before trailing impatient hands down to the sides of your thighs and lifting you up.
You squeal at the abruptness, giggling as he kisses down your neck while walking to what you assume is his bedroom.
You didn't have time to take in your surroundings because in an instant Kento had you on your feet and his lips on yours, backing you up until the back of your legs hit the bed.
His hands rest at your waist, tugging at the hem of your top. "Can I take this off?" He whispers against your lips.
You nod, pawing your eager hands at his shirt as well.
He lifts your shirt over your head, you doing the same to him before resting one hand at the base of your back and another behind your head, gently laying you down on his bed.
Kento situates himself over you, holding himself up with his arms.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" He brings a hand up to stroke the side of your cheek, but ends up losing his balance and falling on you.
You let out a yelp, your muffled laughter heard beneath the unmoving heap of muscle that is Nanami.
"Sorry," he laughs sheepishly, lifting himself onto his elbows. "I'm a little tipsy, so don't mind my...uncoordination," he presses his lips together.
You giggle, threading your fingers through his hair, "s'okay, I am too."
"okay," he kisses your cheek, then the column of your throat before trailing down to the valley of your breasts.
"Can I take this off?" He nips at your bra with his lips, kissing around the exposed skin.
You nod, arching your back up to give his hand room as he snakes an arm behind and unclips it.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, mostly to himself before latching his needy lips onto your pert nipple, suckling softly.
"Ken," you say breathless while caressing his head.
He let's go, moving down farther, trailing kiss after kiss, worshipping every inch of your body like it was something sacred.
"what about these?" He asks again, looking into your eyes for consent.
"Yes, please Kento," you impatiently start sliding your bottoms down your legs, causing him to chuckle.
"Eager are we?"
You huffs dramatically, pouting from his teasing.
"Just- just do something already," you half groan half whine.
"Patience is a virtue, darling," he whispers into the skin of your thigh, peppering kisses everywhere but the place you needed him most.
You whine again, making him giggle before hooking a finger under the crotch of your panties and pulling them to the side.
"You can take them- Oh," you moan as he drags his tongue from your puckering hole to your clit.
He lays a kiss on your mound, gazing up at you with those eyes‐ God his eyes, before dipping his tounge deeeeep into your dripping hole.
His frantic tongue licks up and down your pussy, circling your clit and dipping inside you, fucking his tongue in and out until your dizzy.
The soft sensation of his warm tongue practically assaulting your poor clit, causing your body to twitch and squirm with every suck.
His eyes never leave yours, pupils dilated until they're practically black.
He eats like a man starves—like he just discovered the fountain of youth and he cant stop drinking you up.
You cry out at his unwavering ministrations, pulling and pushing at his hair like you wanted him to stop and keep going all at once.
Your body buzzes, partly from the alcohol but mainly from Kento. The alcohol felt like it had no affect on you after you kissed him. It was like you gained new senses and lost them all at once.
You were drunk on pleasure and it seemed Nanami was too with the way he was moaning and groaning against your pussy—the vibrations sending shivers up your spine.
You feel your high approaching, that familiar feeling creeping low in your tummy before blossoming into mind numbing pleasure as your voice lets out a broken cry.
He rides you through it, not stopping until you whine and push his head away. He hesitantly unlatched himself from the confines of your legs, peering up at you with those soft eyes.
"Are you okay," he says, voice raspy.
"Are you okay? I practically suffocated you," you giggle.
He laughs and comes back up, hips resting comfortably between your legs and his throbbing length resting right atop your pussy—the only barrier being his jeans.
He dips his head down, his shoulder and arm muscles flexing deliciously as he holds himself up. He kisses your forehead and your nose, smiling at you like he didn't just send you to heaven and back with his tongue.
Your hands trail down to his crotch, tugging at the waistband of his jeans, "d'you want me to-"
"No, you not have to," he gives you a reassuring smile.
"But-"
"No, darling," he brings a finger to your lips, his thumb resting on your bottom lip, pulling it down and releasing. "This is about you tonight."
His warm breath caresses your face as you stare up at each other, the air filled with desire and unspoken words. Unspoken feelings.
Nanami had been running through your mind since the day you saw him in that hospital, him and your cat being the only beam if sunlight in that gloomy room.
You had felt so drawn to him immediately, and the way he was taking care of you right now showed that he must have felt the same.
Kento gives your nose one last kiss before lifting himself off you and reaching into his bedside table drawer, pulling out a square foil packet and holding it between his teeth.
He makes quick work to take off his jeans, and you decide to keep yourself occupied by running your nails up and down his toned abdomen.
The warm, soft feeling of his skin contrasted with the hardness of his muscles so perfectly it made you drool a little. You traced every dent, ever crevice, ever scar until it was practically engraved in your memory.
The sound of foil tearing and hitting the floor reached your ears as you fixed your attention on Kento. Specifically him rolling the condom onto his dick.
Why did he have to make everything look so hot?
"Can I take these off?" He tugs at your panties. Your heart swel and you nod, butterflies filling your tummy as he pulls your panties down you legs and leaves a kiss on your calf.
He returns to his position over you, bringing a hand to cup under your chin. "Spit," he whispers, eyes stuck on your lips.
You spit into his hand, watching as he brings it down to pump his covered cock a few times, and lining himself up with your entrance.
"You okay?" His breaths heavier and eyelids hooded. "Need me to take it slow?"
"No, just need you," you kiss him as he slides in, slowly.
Your jaw goes slack at the stretch. You were able to feel every ridge and vein on his length even through the condom, the warmness comforting the slightly uncomfortable pressure as you adjust to him.
Kento's mouth forms a small 'O' at the feeling, his low groans rumbling deep in your chest.
"Y'ready, baby?" He grunts.
Nodding, bringing your legs up to wrap around his waist. He rests his hand on your thigh, bracing himself as he snaps his hips forward, his movements intentional and precise.
"You feel," he curses under his breath, "so good, oh my-"
You claw at his back as his pace picks up, every thrust getting harder and harder the more Kento chases the pleasure. You angle your hips up to meet his, but he brings his hand down, pinning your hips to the mattress as he fucks deeper, repeated hitting that spot that made you borderline scream.
the scent of sex and lust filled the room, along with the sound of moans and wet slapping skin.
"K-Ken-to, please," you cry
"Please what baby, what do you need?" he moans and buries his head into the crook of your neck, his pace increasing and the bed protests from the growing roughness both of your movements.
"Need to cum," you whine, holding on to Nanami for dear life as he fucks you into oblivion, both of you sliding up the bed with each thrust.
He brings a hand down to rub quick circles on your clit, and if you really paeyed attention you would notice the familiar pattern in his movements. 'K-E-N-T-O' being spelled on your hardened bud.
"Cum for me, darling, please," he begs, his once calm and stoic face contorted in pleasure, the feeling of your weeping hole suffocating him and overloading his senses.
"Fuckk, Ken I'm cumming-" you squeal, your hips attempting to wriggle out of his grasp as your high washes over you.
Your euphoria comes crashing down, white hot pleasure invading your senses and the entire world around you dissapears. Suddenly you cant see or hear anything—you can feel anything except for Kento.
"So fucking beautiful," he watches as your face twists and contorts in pleasure, a sense of pride filling him knowing that he was the one to bring you to that state.
"M"close, darling" he moans, his pace staggered and less consistent. "M'so close," he closes his eyes tight, his groans louder and more broken.
He pulls you in close, holding you tight like if he let go you'd dissapear. Your brain was foggy, Kento being the only thing crossing your mind whatsoever.
he thrusts once, twice, and let's out a deep moan as he thrusts into you one last time, "M'cumming, m'cumming- fuck!"
Kento releases his load into the condom, languidly thrusting his slowly softening length. "Fuck," he breathes.
He lays there on top of you for a moment, taking a second to regain his senses before looking down at you, panic suddenly flooding his face.
"Oh sh- baby are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" he scrambles up, scooping your limp figure into his arms as you groan and smile at the same time.
"Ken, m'fine-" you say against his chest but his concern cuts you off.
"I'm sorry I- just I saw you, and the fire- I didn't," he pauses and sighs, "just let me hold you. S'that okay?"
You nod sleepily, basking in the crackling fire sounds emitting from the living room and the secure feeling of being in Kento's arms.
You felt sense of safety being in his arms, and even though you were unconcious as he carried out of your burning apartment complex, it felt so familiar.
You both laid there for a while, time seemingly no longer existant in each others presence.
his warm body tightly pressed to yours was soothing, making your eyelids heavier and heavier. He traces his fingers along the sides of your arms, his touches barely there are you try your best to suppress your laughter—you really do, but it tickled too much and the next thing you knew you were laughing like a maniac and itching at your arm.
"What's so funny?" Kento says between laughter.
"That tickled," you giggle.
"You're ticklish?" he muses, brushing his knuckles against your jaw.
"Everyone is," you snuggle closer to him, resting your head on his chest.
"I'm not," he says. You lift your head to stare at him with the most unimpressed expression.
"That's what everyone says."
"What? I'm not."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah..."
Your hands slowly creep up his abdomen, stopping right before his armpits.
"Don't even think about it," his eyes darting from your hands to your face.
"Yeah? what are you gonna do?" You smile mischievously and move your hands quickly down to his sides instead of his under arm, catching Kento off guard.
He lets out a choked laugh, snorting and pulling at your arms.
"Stop, okay, okay-" he laugh holding your wrists together.
"Not fair," you pout.
"Oh, poor baby," he coos softly before letting go of your wrists and resting a kiss to your pouting lips.
You melt into the kiss, closing your eyes and sighing as he runs his hands along your waist.
"Stay the night," he whispers, peppering kisses around you face.
"Kento, I dont want to impose-"
"I don't want to be alone tonight," he looks you in the eyes. "I'll make you breakfast in the morning. We can go for lunch or something, I dont know, just," he pauses.
"Stay."
"Okay," you smile, connecting your lips with his once again.
If you told yourself 2 months ago that you'd end up in the Hot Firefighter From the Hospital's bed in less than a few weeks, you'd probably laugh in her face.
You didn't know how things could have possibly ended up like this. You didn't know why it was Nanami who saved you that day, but you're glad it was him.
Maybe you were crazy and completely in over your head, but you could see a future with Nanami. You wanted a future with Nanami.
Kento shifts his position to get more comfortable, stroking your head as you rest in the crook of his neck.
"Goodnight, darling," he presses his lips to the op of your head.
"Goodnight Kento," you whisper before drifing off into a deep slumber.
Firefighter Luffy who slides down the fire pole even when there’s no emergency, just because it’s fun and he likes the way you laugh when he does it.
Firefighter Luffy who shows up to work with his uniform half-buttoned, hair a mess, grin bright, looking like he sprinted the whole way there.
Firefighter Luffy who lifts you like you weigh nothing, whether he’s helping you over debris or just greeting you after a long shift. “Gotta make sure you’re safe!” he says, holding you like a koala.
Firefighter Luffy who runs into burning buildings without hesitation, not because he’s reckless, but because he genuinely believes he can save everyone.
Firefighter Luffy who comes back covered in soot, smiling wide as soon as he sees you, like your face is the real reward for a job well done.
Firefighter Luffy who lets you wipe ash off his cheek, leaning into your touch with that soft, boyish grin that makes your heart melt.
Firefighter Luffy who gets excited when the alarm goes off, yelling “LET’S GO!” like it’s an adventure instead of a dangerous call.
Firefighter Luffy who gives you his jacket when you visit the station, even though it’s huge on you, insisting, “You look cool!”
Firefighter Luffy who brags about you to the whole firehouse, telling everyone, “That’s my partner! She’s amazing!” with zero shame.
Firefighter Luffy who brings you snacks from the station kitchen, proudly offering you whatever he managed to steal before one of the guys yelled at him.
Firefighter Luffy who falls asleep on your shoulder after long shifts, smelling faintly of smoke and soap, trusting you completely as he knocks out instantly.
Firefighter Luffy who treats saving people like second nature, but treats loving you like the best thing that ever happened to him.
(like five minutes of actual research went into this so forgive the inaccuracies)
After working a double and being stuck in traffic for hours on your way home, the only thing you wanted to do after getting home was sleep and then sleep some more, so as soon as your head hit the pillow it was lights out. Unbeknownst to you, the decades old wiring had decided tonight would be the perfect night to overheat and cause a rather destructive fire just a few feet away from where you were sleeping peacefully.
Everything happened in a unanimous blur. The door being broken down was barely heard in your deep slumber, but you certainly did register being pulled from bed and dragged and carried around like a ragdoll. The next thing you register before you can even properly open your eyes is smoke; thick heavy smoke that invades your lungs with a cruelty that had you sputtering and coughing helplessly. You're so out of it that you decide it's better to just keep your eyes closed, trusting whoever's been dragging you around to get you to safety and to somewhere where you could actually breathe.
When the cold winter air finally hit your face was when you decided to open your eyes. You could barely see who it was carrying you, face obscured by heavy equipment and breathing apparatus. You hardly have time to ask what happened or say thank you before you're being placed on a stretcher and surrounded by a group of paramedics, flashlights being shined all over your face as an oxygen mask is firmly placed on your mouth and your arm is already being prepped for an IV.
Through the chaos, you catch a last glimpse of your saviour, the shiny yellow letters on the back of their uniform: MCKAY. Even in your dazed state you tell yourself to store the name in your memory, promising yourself to find them and thank them personally for quite literally saving your life.
Thankfully you hadn't been in the hospital long and after a few days you found yourself parked outside the Pittsburgh Bureau of Fire. You feel stupid now that you stand in front of the big brick building, and suddenly this whole idea feels very unnecessary. But your guilt is much bigger than your embarrassment and before you can back out, you will your feet to drag you inside, the container of treats clasped tightly under your arm.
The first person you see is an older woman, grey hair pulled into a loose ponytail and readers sitting on the tip of her nose as she reads the file in her hands, face pulled into a very unsatisfied expression. When she notices you, she's placing said file back on the nearest table and making her way to where you stand near the entrance, too scared to make your way any further into the building then necessary.
"Can I help you?" she asks briskly, not necessarily mean but like someone who doesn't have enough hours in the day to stand sill for too long. The words you've been rehearsing all morning get stuck in your throat for a few seconds, the older woman's unwavering gaze beyond daunting. "I'm looking for one of the firefighters that work here, I think?" you finally manage to force out, voice uncertain and small. Her lips press together in thought as she mulls over your words. "Okay," she says, "which one?"
The name echoes in your thoughts, and you hope for your sake your oxygen deprived mind hadn't just conjured up a false memory. "McKay?" you say unsurely, and you watch the way recognition washes over the older woman's face, followed by scepticism. "Uh-oh," she muses, "what did she do this time?"
"Nothing!" you quickly say, "nothing bad, at least. I just wanted to thank her for helping me a few days ago. She kind of saved my life."
"Kind of?" the lady asks through a laugh, smile widening at your petrified face, mouth opening and closing as you think of a way to redeem yourself. "I'm just playin' with you sweetheart, I'll go see if she's in the back, wait here." She's gone before you even have the time to thank you, and that leaves you standing in the middle of the lobby feeling stupider by the second. It's not long before she returns with someone not far behind her. You feel a little uneasy all of a sudden, shifting your weight onto the balls of your feet as the now no longer unknown firefighter approaches you.
She's hot you think to yourself when she's finally stood in front of you. Really hot actually, with auburn hair pulled into a ponytail and bangs that look like they've had fingers ran through them frantically. Her uniform fits her almost too perfectly, making her biceps look like they're trying to escape from her shirt. She spares you a small smile, dimples barely visible as she gives you a quick once-over, making you a little nervous under her steady gaze.
"Hi, uhm," what the hell were you going to say again?
"I just wanted to say thank you for, y'know, saving my ass," you say with an awkward laugh, cringing so hard as your heart beats rapidly in your ears. If the earth were to swallow you whole right now, you'd thank it. She looks like she's trying to remember what you're talking about, brows furrowed slightly even though the smile never really leaves her face.
"The apartment burn, from Tuesday night?" you say in hopes of jogging her memory, and it takes her a few moments of recollection before her face is lighting up, and she's nodding enthusiastically. "Yes, I remember!" she says, "there's no need to thank me though, just doing my job." She has a nice voice, you think, soft and smooth, and you reckon she's probably amazing at calming people down during stressful situations. "I know, but I still wanted to," you say, shifting the container under your arm into your hands before you're presenting it to her like some kind of trophy. "I also made these, to say thank you," you probably sound like a broken tape by now.
She takes the container from you, taking a quick peak inside before she's pulling back with an impressed expression. "I'm gonna have to hide these from the rest of my team," she says, looking around like she's genuinely scared they might catch a whiff of the cookies and come running. "Thank you, this was very sweet of you," she says once again, and her smile almost has a giggle escaping you.
You can only manage a nod in response, followed by about five more rapid nods, smile so wide it makes your cheeks ache. "You're welcome," you finally say, "I uh, yeah. I hope you like them."
"I'm sure I will," she says, sparing the container another glance. There's a very awkward pause after that with the two of you just staring at one another, smiles both still stretched across your faces. "Okay well, I have to get back," she says after a moment, thumb shooting behind her and pointing to nothing in particular. "Yes, of course! Yeah, obviously." You're really on a roll of sounding stupid today, but she has that effect on you, it seems.
She thanks you one last time before she's making her way back into the building, and if you take the moment to stare at her ass in those tight pants, that's a secret between you and yourself.
