cw: alcohol mention, suggestive. narumi x f!reader. anatomy is mentioned (breasts). reader works for the jakdf as a seismologist and is specifically not japanese or from japan. | word count: 1.2k, reading time: 5 minutes.
“Tachibana is such an asshole.”
Narumi’s rant, the one that started while you gently scrubbed his back in the shower after scurrying back to your apartment hand in hand, has managed to continue all the way into your bedroom.
“I swear to anyone listening I’m going to make him run until his legs fall off tomorrow.”
Tonight marked the third time the first division has invited you out to enjoy drinks and dinner with them in the three months you’ve officially been here. They intentionally sat you and Gen next to each other, pouring gratuitous amounts of alcohol into both of your cups the moment they were emptied.
“That’s not very nice,” you tut from your side of the bed, comforter still pulled down so your boyfriend can climb in beside you. He does so with a groan, instantly reaching for your chest to squeeze one of your t-shirt clad tits.
“It’s not very nice of him to look down your shirt while I’m sitting right fucking there either, now is it?”
Your nipple pebbles in response to the stimulation and he chuckles to himself, kicking the blankets around his legs until he’s settled.
A night out that turns into a grudge isn’t an entirely uncommon occurrence for him. Every time you come along he ends up frustrated that someone wants to grab your attention from him, asking you questions about your personal life and how you’re finding Tokyo now that autumn has slowly started to give way to winter. Does everyone have to be so friendly all the time?
Turning your head to face him for a moment, you raise a brow and smirk.
“Are you jealous?”
Sighing, he tips his head back against the pillow that has been designated as his since the first time he slept over and stares at the ceiling.
“No, I just don’t want him thinking he can look at what belongs to me.”
A puzzled giggle escapes you, Gen still kneading at the soft flesh of your breast.
“Is that not the textbook definition of jealousy?” There’s the faintest trace of a pout across his handsome features, dimly lit as they are in your dark bedroom. “Besides, it’s not like you publicly claim me. He has no way of knowing and I have a feeling that if anything, he was trying to distract me long enough for Shinonome to talk to you.”
The pout is gone, replaced with gritted teeth. A nerve has been struck, although you didn’t quite intend it to end up that way. It’s enough that he had to watch you be ogled by another man as you graciously leaned forward to fill his cup as he has done yours, now you’ve brought up his subordinate he knows bothers you thanks to her open admiration that leans on more than just hero worship in your opinion.
Clearly he isn’t the only one suffering from a little condition that starts with a J and has a tendency to turn someone green.
“That’s your decision not mine,” he shoots back, shifting onto his side so he can curl his body around you. His grip on your flesh will leave behind marks if it goes on too long. With a hiss, you reach for his wrist but he untenses his fingers before you can. The touch returns to the same gentle massaging motion although his mouth remains open and sneering. Narumi sighs and his second hand joins the first in squeezing.
“Even if they found out, what would they do? Kick me out?”
You turn onto your side, facing him, fingers making their way around the back of his neck to gently scratch his neck and scalp the way you know he likes. It isn’t hard to make him putty in your hands and although you try not to resort to extremes, you need every tool you can get when he’s this worked up.
His eyes flutter shut and the clench in his jaw slowly relaxes under your gentle touch, softer than maybe this level of petulance deserves but love makes us all soft in ways we don’t always expect.
It’s why the fear of being found out always tinges these intimate moments with a bit more gray than you’d prefer. You used to simply like Gen. Enjoying his company gradually turned into being unable to function without it which has now led to this, two bodies in one bed, both smelling a bit of sake even though you showered together before peeling the sheets back.
Somehow being here with him feels more fleeting than loving him from just over 5,000 miles away.
The fraternization policy at the JAKDF is loosely enforced for enlisted members. Unfortunately, you are not enlisted nor is your work that of killing kaiju which automatically makes you slightly more disposable than your partner.
“Maybe not you but they’d definitely fire me. Then I’d have to go home, we’d be long distance again, and you’d never get to sleep at night.” Shaking your head, you lean in to press your nose against his. “Not an ideal situation.”
He dips his head to press his nose right back against yours.
“I could just tell them you’re essential to keep me happy,” he offers and you giggle. “I’m not joking. Keeping me happy should be their first priority anyway.”
There is a bit more humor in what he’s saying than he’ll let on, especially since you both know his subordinates are onto you to some extent.
Giggling, you rub your nose against his again. He takes it further, dipping his head so that your lips brush against his. Ever greedy, he kisses you so much it almost makes you forget what you’re about to say. You break away before any further distraction can appear, lips still touching even if they aren’t locked.
“Let’s pretend that you gave them such an ultimatum. What would you even say?”
The once gentle scratching against his scalp has become light tugging at his dark strands of hair and his knee has shoved its way between your thighs, the room growing warmer with each touch. Any distance remaining between the two of you has now been diminished, skin touching skin while he gazes down at you with heavily lidded eyes.
“I’d remind them of how difficult I was before being able to cum in you all the time.”
Opening your mouth to dispute his claims, or to at least ask him to have some decorum, he takes the opportunity to kiss you again before you can. His tongue slides between your teeth to tangle with yours, hands sliding from your chest to your hips and ass that are now being squeezed and kneaded.
Pulling away to catch your breath, lips slicked with spit and pussy resting warmly against the taut muscle of his thigh while he grinds it against you, you giggle breathlessly.
“And who else can say that they do that? Certainly not Tachi –”
Gen captures your lips once again, preventing another man’s name from spilling out of your sweet lips hurriedly. He can let bygones be bygones and if tonight keeps up how it’s going so far, he won’t make him run until his legs break in the morning for stealing a peek.
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gen parties up with me in league of legends on solo/duo queue only to cuss me out on discord for missing skill-shots and you can hear kendall in the back telling him to be nice to me or he won't get head and reno whose head's been laying in my lap asking gen if he locks his doors at night over the crunch of hot doritos
i love when im allowed out of containment to draw genken again
[ID: Shingen Takeda from Samurai Warriors 4 holding Kenshin Uesugi's face close to his own, almost about to kiss him while smiling. Kenshin looks mournful while holding his sword in front of them. /end ID].
Let’s take it to another level :3 What about genzoXken (what’s that called genken/kengen or maybe wakawaka loooool , sorry 😂)
OOOOOH good question hehehe!
For them it will be okay and hot damn! I’m low-key a Genken shipper… 😇
I used to really like this ship years ago. Now, I like it, but only if there is some Kojiken involved in it. For example if someone wrote a Genken fic, I want at all costs a Kojiken good ending. I’m trash… _(:3 」∠)_
cw: omegaverse, knotting. alpha!narumi x omega f!reader. anatomy is mentioned (breasts). reluctant mates can certainly become something more, right? | word count: 1.7k, reading time: 5 minutes.
In fourteen days flat, you’ve managed to go from being considered for an international match up as an unmated omega to flying to Japan to meet with your prospective alpha to being trapped inside of a room with the man that has been deemed your mate.
At first you doubted those claims of ownership, Gen Narumi’s temperament almost uncomfortably unlike your own, at least on the surface. For the things you have in common - willingness to speak your mind being one and a proud streak you find it hard to criticize yourself over - your differences were obvious from the start. He’s bold, a born leader whose mouth moves however it desires. You’re thoughtful, careful in what you say and how you move, considerate of the world around you and your place in it.
No matter the reservations about his personality, your body disagreed immediately when you caught a whiff of him while sitting for an interview. Peppery and natural, a mixture of musk and spice and something sweet that perfectly mingles with your own pheromones. You felt the telltale signs of a heat coming on immediately and would’ve excused yourself if it weren’t as though something were keeping you pinned in place, seated and ready for him.
Now you’re here. That seated and ready thing is about to come true, two people in a room that locks from the outside. Soundproof, waterproof, whatever proof. This is business as usual clearly although you feel a little strange to be in such a clinical setting while experiencing what has always been something you’ve dreamed of.
The b word. Bonding.
Damn near everything feels uncomfortable when you are as wildly aroused as you are, every last nerve you have alight with desire. The, well, your alpha paces across the floor, fiddling with the button of his pants and pulling the zipper down. They sag around his hips and you swallow thickly from your place on the bed, as close to nude as you’re willing to come right now in a cotton tank top and cheeky cut underwear.
“Is this your first time?”
You aren’t sure why you’d expect any better ice breaker than that from Narumi given what he’s shown you so far but that’s the one he settled on, pants now a puddle around his ankles on the floor. Snorting, you shake your head and turn your face toward him.
“Is it yours?”
He shoots you a warning glance. You should just assume that the great Commander has taken troves of women to his bed. Giggling to yourself, you shift uncomfortably on the bed and assume it’s your responsibility to figure out if he has or not.
You’d rather just move on so you do.
“I’ve absolutely had sex before, just never taken anyone’s knot before.”
Your honesty stops Gen in his tracks, shirt halfway off and hanging over his arms awkwardly while he glowers at you with a brow raised out of the hole meant for his head.
“Are you serious?”
Folding your arms over your thin tank top clad chest, you shrug and wag your head. “Yes. I wanted to save it for my mate. Is it so wrong to be a romantic?”
Considering anything about the base urges the two of you feel as alpha and omega respectively as romance has never really crossed his mind before. To him, this is a chemical process. It’s numbers and markers and all of the other shit he saw scribbled next to the measurements of your hips and waist in the file folder Hasegawa showed him a week ago. Biology and instinct, not love.
“Interesting,” he opines, humming. “So you think because people are mates that they’re supposed to be in love?”
Hauling his shirt off the rest of the way, it makes its way to the floor while he joins you on the bed. The blazing eyed alpha raises both of his brows, inhaling air that is thick with the scent of you, his own scent sharp and mixing with yours.
Scoffing, you roll your eyes and lower your arms from over your chest. Your nipples are pebbled, a natural reaction to the arousal you’re feeling thanks to his cloying scent and the cool air of the room. They have to be keeping it as low as possible, you think while noticing your hairs are standing on end and goosebumps are covering your arms.
“No. I’m not that naive but I think there are some things best kept between people who belong to each other, Gen.” Sighing, you glance away from Narumi and lift your thumb to your mouth to gnaw on your cuticle. “I’m not explaining this very well so this is all I’m going to say and then we can change the subject but what I’m saying is that you can knot me.”
The smirk that comes across his face isn’t missed when you peek at him from the corner of your eye.
“So you’re admitting we’re at least mates then? Changed your tune from a few days ago.”
The look on your face said more about how you felt than you ever would and he will never forget the slight quiver in your lip when you smiled at him after he agreed that you were his match.
“Oh my god you’re impossible!” Contemplating throwing your arms up, you settle for angrily raising your brows and widening your eyes instead, face turned toward your unruly companion. “Obviously. That’s why I flew on a plane to be here. We are mates. Biologically compatible. Knot and knotee. Whatever makes you feel the best about what we are.”
He leans down and his hair hangs over both of your faces, his bangs tickling your nose and forehead.
“So you don’t expect me to be your boyfriend then, do you?”
You don’t want his insistence that the two of you are nothing but biologically compatible to hurt yet it does. A little ache in your chest, a little twitch of your fingers where they rest at your sides.
“I get the impression you’re going to do whatever you want no matter what I say, Narumi.”
From Gen to Narumi again with a few simple words. Your body language shifts again, arms once again folded over your chest, face turned toward the wall opposite you. It fills the room with the scent of you, stronger than before, and he swallows a mouth full of saliva.
“I would like us to at least be friends,” you finally admit. Your voice is small, almost far away sounding as though you’ve retreated from him completely. “You may not see all of this the same way that I do but it’s important to me that we have something besides sex in common.”
The tension and air in the small room both remain thick. Narumi sits back on his heels and wishes his rut weren’t hitting him so intensely. It’s not that he doesn’t like you although it seems that way and he knows that’s his fault. He likes you more than he expected and that’s the real problem.
Seeing you come to life instead of being a face and name on a page over the past several days has been unexpectedly endearing, his daily walk from his room to his office consumed with thoughts of you. Most of them have been impure of course but between those he’s managed to really consider other aspects of what his life looks like now that he’s found a mate.
“Look at me.”
He commands it and you do it, as all good omegas do. Your face is drawn into a flat expression, unlike your usual half smile and bright eyes. This process has taken as much out of you as it has him, the cracks showing in the form of glossy unshed tears on your lower lashline.
“I don’t…” he begins and you shake your head, pouting slightly while reaching for one of his hands. You don’t lace your fingers together, simply resting his palm on your soft, warm thigh and placing your hand over the top of it.
“It’s okay, I ge –”
Cut off before you even begin, he presses his forehead against yours and squeezes your thigh.
“I don’t know what to think about any of this. The whole process makes you feel like shit, like everyone only wants you for one thing.” Sighing, he shakes his head. “I want us to be friends too and I want you to…”
He cuts himself off before he can finish. I want you to be happy that I’m your alpha. The words are too heavy on his tongue to let them go yet. Sensing his hesitation, you jump in to bridge the gap.
“Oh so you want me too? That’s good to know.”
You smile while taking a glance at him, looking more like yourself now that you aren’t sulking. He doesn’t want to indulge you too much but chuckles, the space between the two of you growing smaller while he climbs over your body.
“As weird as this situation is, yes.”
He lowers himself until you are enveloped by lithe, muscular arms and his abdomen is pressed against yours. The initial rush of closeness makes him dizzy, lightheaded almost, and your scent is now completely unavoidable. Lowering his face to nuzzle against your neck, you moan softly and the hand that was gripping your thigh now slides to the inside of it.
“I want you really, really bad.” A kiss is placed against your clavicle, those fingers on your inner thigh now drenched with your pre-heat slick that has been soaking them and your panties since the two of you were first locked in here.
“My mate,” he croons, voice little more than a rasp, greedy mouth now nipping at your throat, your shoulder, anything he can get to.
Another slight pang shows itself in your chest but you ignore it, too overcome by your urge to be taken to ponder the possessiveness from a real world perspective. For now, it’s the two of you existing in this fantasy as a bonded pair, sating the others' urges for the first time in your lives.
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