kissing them
lupin iii x reader
arsene lupin iii, jigen daisuke, goemon ishikawa xiiv, fujiko mine, koichi zenigata
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Lupin III
Lupin's unpredictable and always seems to catch you off guard, right time or wrong time alike. He's awful at reading the room, so it's usually more of the latter.
You can always feel the smug smirk on his face.
He likes the way your cheeks flush when he kisses you unexpectedly, which is half the reason he does it. That and he finds it funny when you beat at his chest angrily and huff and puff before storming off. You never take it to the extreme of slapping him, of course, which he completely takes advantage of. It's shallow anger, and he knows you'll be back in his arms after an hour or two when you've cooled off.
When Lupin does kiss you, he has a habit of wrapping a wiry arm around your waist to keep you from pulling away--not that you would. He's good at what he does, you'll admit it. He has a way of sending tingles down your spine that no one else previous in your life has been managed to replicate.
In response to his habit, you've inadvertently formed your own. Often, your fingers will wrap around his tie, clenching it in a fist. He'd be lying if he said he didn't love the feeling of you yanking down on it, forcing him lower to meet your lips better.
His hands always drift lower and lower when he kisses you, no matter the situation. If he can, he'll definitely squeeze your ass to feel your gasp up against his lips. Anything for a reaction.
You match his wild, unpredictable energy well enough to keep him constantly interested in you. Some would call it violent, unexpected mood swings, Lupin would call it sexy and fun.
At any given chance, he's always trying to get his tongue in your mouth.
He only gets in 50% of the time, depending on your mood.
Plus, the upsides of kissing him includes shutting him up for a good few seconds, so you consider it a form of charity work.
Jigen
There's times where he'll kiss you first, but for the most part, he tends to keep to himself. He's more expressive through his hands. It's his own personal heaven to have his right gripping his favorite gun and his left squeezing at your hip.
In private, he could cover you in lovebites and kisses while you sit upon his favorite place for you--his lap. He could listen to you moan softly beneath his lips or giggle softly as his beard scratches over your cheek forever. Alone with you, it doesn't take him all that long to start getting rough, either. You'll be left with bruises for days on end if he has enough time to do all that he wants to you.
It's no secret either--you smell of cigarettes and whiskey and him every time, even when he's long gone. It doesn't matter how much you shower (not that you hate the smell or anything), at some point, his smell will linger on you once more. It's soothing.
It's enough to make you feel like your head is spinning sometimes, and you wouldn't want it any other way.
No one knows your body quite like him. No one could ever make you feel the way he did, you found yourself realizing at one point, as his fingers kneaded into your inner thigh and his teeth grazed along the delicate spot where your jaw met your neck.
But in public or in front of other people, he's a different story.
Every time you kissed him in front of someone else, whether it be a peck on the lips or something more, he got all flustered. He's not exactly the biggest fan of PDA and while you understand and respect that boundary, there are times when you like to push it just a little bit. It's fun to see the stunned look on his face. Worth it every time.
He doesn't explain it to you, but it's more for the sake of your privacy than his. His reputation's already shot to hell, no pun intended, being a fugitive, wanted gunman-slash-thief with a bit of a murder streak. That and it gets under his skin if Lupin's watching because he can practically hear what the other smirking thief is thinking.
He doesn't like Lupin thinking of his girlfriend in any way except a casually friendly one, and he sometimes feels like Lupin seeing your lips on him gives Lupin...ideas.
Luckily, Jigen's found a way around his aversion to public displays, while simultaneously pleasing you at the same time.
Usually, if someone else (Lupin) is in the room, he'll hold up his hat to cover both of your faces as you lean in to kiss him. You find it intensely attractive. He's just relieved at the minuscule ounce of privacy he can give you.
That's all he really wants--just to protect you and make you feel safe.
Goemon
If Jigen's anti-PDA, Goemon's on a whole other level. He takes it to an extreme that makes you want to rip your hair out sometimes.
You understand his loyalties to strict traditionalism which bleeds heavily into the relationship, but part of you wishes he could just make some more exceptions for you.
Although he's not much for kissing, he doesn't neglect you completely, thank God. He preferred to have a hand on the small of your back or at your waist. Sometimes, if you're extremely lucky, you'll feel his thin lips ghost over your cheek or the side of your neck very briefly.
You don't doubt his affections for you--you never would. He makes up for the physical things with his words. He's a gifted, intelligent man and a conversation with him is like a privilege on its own. You're sure that there's no one quite like him out there. No one else gets the gears in your mind turning like he does.
He has a way with words. Silver tongued is what you'd call him, maybe from spending all that time on the roof, head tilted up silently at the pale moon. His eyes are closed during these times, so it always seems like he's listening to it so intently. That or maybe he's just dozing off under the stars, you'd never know for the sake of not wanting to disturb him whenever you leaned into his side, cheek pressed into his narrow shoulder. Sometimes you matched your breathing pattern with his, finding it insanely relaxing.
If he's in the mood, the late-night talks with him are the best of all. Especially when he takes you up to the nearest roof to look up at the stars. You knew he loved the night sky and you chose long ago to find it adorable, purely for the sake of not growing jealous of the night itself. It serves as one of the best backdrops as you lay on top of him, his chin rested on top of your head, sheathed Zantetsuken crossed over your hips.
He has a unique take on life and the world around him that you love to hear. He's surprisingly optimistic and open in his ideas, despite his icy, stony demeanor and flat voice.
Flat voice or not, it's soothing to listen to, all deep and steady and quiet like it was.
But he doesn't talk to hear the sound of his own voice, like someone like Lupin would. Most of the time, he wanted to hear your own thoughts. You're naive and young and oh so nervous, but you've got potential and that something about you that he's unconditionally drawn to.
Sometimes when you've fallen asleep against him, his lips will brush softly over your cheek.
Fujiko
If the last of goddesses roams the earth, she's in the form of Fujiko.
Any form of physical affection from her is pure heaven, and you never grow tired of it.
Her lips on yours are soft, yet leave a lasting impression that seems to make you light-headed for the rest of the day.
Despite your inexperience, you've picked up a lot from her. Once or twice, she's shared some tips and tricks of hers while making out with you. She's taught you how to kiss better than anyone in your life before.
As a result, it's extremely fun to kiss her and it's now enjoyable for the both of you. It tends to happen at any and all times. She's extremely physically affectionate, whether she's actively flirting with you or not.
As much as you'd love to flaunt her affections outwardly, you usually do well to keep it to yourself. Sometimes, you'll be too careless and a lipstick stain or six will remain on your chest or neck.
All it really does is make Lupin jealous to the point of fuming and he won't talk to you for a few days out of spite. You note to yourself often that this sucks balls because Lupin's lowkey funny and secretly kinda smart and you actually enjoy conversation with him.
Fujiko usually rolls her eyes at this, hand in yours, reassuring you that he was actually an idiot and any form of his approval honestly meant nothing. You're quick to agree with her and feel a little bit better as her hand rubs over your arm comfortingly, but still feel a little annoyed at Lupin's antics.
You're pretty convinced that you don't have to worry about Lupin, considering how well Fujiko defends herself and turns down his many advances. It's tempting to become a jealous mess like he is, but you never really indulge. You're not at all threatened by him. You're confident that she genuinely likes you and this wasn't just some long term, convoluted plan to steal something from someone.
Honestly, you were more comfortable being in an open relationship with her anyways. It was much less stressful than you imagined it'd be, as long as you trusted her and she trusted you. She finds you more engaging anyways, since most of the people trying to sleep with her are usually men that only see her for her body and she can squeeze dry of any cash or valuables.
Fujiko doesn't share whatever she's stealing with you, but you do notice that she tends to give you more gifts--matching dresses with her, some earrings she thought would look cute on you, maybe a pair of Louboutins you'd been eyeing through a boutique window during a stroll down the street with her.
Luckily, your habits are similar to hers, and you don't have to worry about repaying her. What to get the woman who seemingly has everything? The little things that's what. You're closer to her than most, so you notice when she's running low on perfume or has a tear in a dress she loves that needs fixing. You have no problem getting her more or getting the dress professionally mended.
Zenigata
Obviously, you'd made the first move. The tension had been getting too much for you to bare and you knew that he was too awkward and embarrassed to try to do anything at all. Once or twice, you thought he was getting close. A stray hand on yours, maybe a glance here and there at your lips. For a moment or two, Zenigata feels confident with his hand on you--it feels so right. Then his mind seems to spin out of control and he loses his nerve. He was no good at reading women, especially ones that obviously liked him a lot because that was a bit overwhelming for him. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you off.
Emotions were hard, goddamn. It was like he was in high school again with some silly little crush on a girl who may or may not have liked him back. He's too dense to realize it's 100% the former.
He'd completely thrown himself into his work (somehow even more than usual) for a couple of weeks, not knowing any other way to deal with the issue than trying to distance himself from you to ease the tension. It didn't work. If anything, it only made things worse.
Eventually, you'd caught him coming out of his office and had just kissed him before he could say anything else.
The poor guy turns bright fucking red every time you kiss him. It's enough to make him want to melt on the spot, even if it's just a slight kiss on the cheek.
You think it's funny, how stunned and stiff and awkward he gets. Like he has no idea what to do, even if he doesn't want you to stop. Usually, you'll take the lead and guide his hands until he comes out of his starstruck state and takes control.
Zenigata's been so focused on his career for the past couple of years, that he'd kinda skipped out on any consistent intimacy for awhile. So your endless affection was still new to him at the moment. At first, he figured that you wanted something from him or that this was some sort of ridiculous plot set in motion by Lupin to catch him off guard or fuck with him. However, sending a girl to seduce him seemed too out of character for Lupin. Zenigata figured you were pretty enough for Lupin to want to keep you to himself if such a plan even existed.
Strangely enough, your word alone seemed to be enough to convince him. That and it had been a cold night when he'd finally worked up the nerve to interrogate you over his suspicions, so you were also wrapped in his trenchcoat (which he'd offered you very generously). It'd been so oversized on you that your fingertips hadn't even shown through the holes in the sleeves. Zenigata isn't one to fawn easily but he came damn close that night. God, it was just so cute to see.
He grows comfortable with you very quickly once he can put his suspicions and nervousness aside.
You're younger than him by a good couple of years (oops, dilf chaser) and as a result have introduced a whole new of plethora of ways to make him feel good.
Once he gets into it, Zenigata is (no surprise) incredibly controlling and firm. You have absolutely no problem hearing him out and obeying, considering that even when he's trying to be intimate with you, his voice stays the exact same volume. He has absolutely zero issue telling you what he wants, when he wants it, and how if you can get him worked up enough.
He's lucky that you're so used to his boisterousness, you barely flinch at all at his outbursts.
Once you'd tried to go out of your way to annoy him a little bit, sitting down onto his lap while he was working at his desk with the intent of distracting him. You were sure it would turn him into the usual--a sputtering mess. So it caught you completely by surprise when he simply lifted his head to rest it on your shoulder so he could see what he was doing and continue working in silence. When you'd realized your somewhat immature antics, born out of boredom, weren't working, you'd gone to move off of him. Zenigata's non-dominant arm quickly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him and stopping you from leaving. You were super into it and it went from being an occasion to a frequent habit of yours.
Sometimes you'll steal his hat straight off his head when he leans down to kiss you. Weirdly enough, it doesn't annoy him. Anyone else and it would have irritated him to no end for sure.
