[Sort of just them reacting to being around kids. Nothing really to tag other than Lupin being Lupin.]
Lupin- He’s actually pretty good with kids. It’s not like he would ever want to be the primary babysitter, but still doesn’t dread interacting with them. He’ll use his sleight of hand to do magic tricks for them (think the scene from Castle Cagliostro). If you’re a bit nervous about him being there at first, he’ll be sure not to cross boundaries, but joke it off by saying, “I know that, ‘stealing candy from a baby,’ is a common saying; but, you don’t think I’d actually do that, do you?”
Will absolutely try to use this situation to flirt with you by using the kids to hand you clover bouquets. “Do you ever want to have your own kids someday?” He’d ask when you two were finally alone. It seems like a genuine question, however it’s quickly followed by him asking, “How ‘bout having my kids someday?” It doesn’t matter if you can have kids or not; he knows you got what he was getting at.
Jigen- Nooooooooo, thank you! He won’t be awful to them or anything. He won’t be getting close to them willingly either. Especially, really young kids. Still, he’s so mysterious that they can’t help but be fascinated.
“Mister, it’s cold. Can I use your jacket?” “No, you already have a jacket.”
“That’s a pretty watch! Can I see it?” “It’s pretty ‘cus it’s expensive. So, no.”
“What’s in your mouth? A snack? Can you share?” “It’s a cigarette. Now, scoot before we both get in trouble.”
“Mister, do you ever take off your hat? Is it stuck?” “Don’t you kids ever run out of stupid questions?”
You have a great time teasing him about it too. When he starts to get on your nerves about something you threaten to send a toddler to sneeze on him. He’ll huff, roll his eyes, and tell you to not even think about it. But, seriously though, don’t. He really doesn’t know what to do around kids.
Goemon- While not as against kids as Jigen, still wouldn’t prefer to have much interactions with them. Honestly, he takes things so seriously that he struggles to understand how kids work. “I was told that this was a dinosaur. Clearly this toy is a crocodile,” He’d look at you for an explanation. “Well, yeah, but it’s larger than the other toys, so I guess that makes it a dinosaur for this game,” you offer. “Then it is a large crocodile, and still not a dinosaur.” He is still perplexed.
Will watch them running circles around the room after he tried to get them to meditate (for their benefit and not at all because he was wanting things to quiet down) and say, “These children lack mental discipline.” You look at him and laugh, “Well, they are five.” Goemon will try to correct you, “I was able to handle meditation for many hours at that age.” Even with how disciplined he is, you were certain that he was being hyperbolic. “Yeah, of course you were like that as a kid,” you teased. Goemon narrowed his eyes at you and huffed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Fujiko- She also isn't great with kids. But, you know what she is good at? Bribes. She would constantly be handing the snacks or little candies in her mind to get them to be quiet or distract them from whatever she's doing.
This ends up having the opposite effect and she becomes cool Aunt Fujiko that gives them treats. It's just a second of her time, but it sticks with the kids. "Why do they keep coming back over here?" She asks. "Because you keep giving them stuff," you laugh.
Zenigata- He will think he's bad with kids, but is actually pretty good with them. He's just not really had many interactions with any, so he's a bit stumped and a little nervous about the idea. You need to remind him that he's just talking to them in a casual setting and not doing a school presentation or something.
Once he loosens up a bit, they all love him. He'll do stuff like help them reach things, or even pick them up so they can grab it themselves. Does have the bad habit of trying to turn everything into a lesson.
"Hey, mister! You ever play Cops and Robbers?"
"More times than you can count! But, make sure you only pretend to be a thief; criminals will always get caught... eventually ... hopefully..."
Minors, please do not interact for the safety of your age and minds.
I'm debating on making this a 3 or 4 part story. I have some one-shot drafts saved and I think it would be a good idea to add to the plot just for the heck of it. Please let me know if you would think it would be good idea.
Gosh, it felt like I was working on this for a long time now. I definitely struggled a bit because writing smut is definitely not up my alley (I actually want to write more smut with other characters, I just get too flustered to do so). I hope that you all enjoy this. <3
The past week had been nothing short of chaotic. Violent storms had rolled through the city, bringing howling winds and relentless downpours that rattled windows and flooded streets. Now, the rain had settled into a steady rhythm, tapping softly against the windows. The power had gone out not too long ago, plunging everything into darkness, but you had come prepared.
You sat on your couch, one leg tucked beneath you, a half-full glass of wine cradled in your hand. The soft flicker of candlelight danced across the room, casting warm, wavering shadows against the walls. Scattered candles surrounded each room—some tall, some short. The glow wasn’t much, but it was enough.
A small sigh left your lips as you sank deeper into the couch. You swirled the wine in your glass, watching the candlelight catch in its deep red hue. Your mind was elsewhere—on him.
You remembered the night you met Jigen, months ago, in a small, dimly lit bar not too far from here. You walked in for a distraction after a long day and that’s when you saw him—sitting alone at the counter, his hat tilted just enough to cast a shadow over his sharp features, a half-empty glass in front of him.
Something about him intrigued you. Maybe it was the air of quiet danger that surrounded him, the way he carried himself—calm, calculated, but with a restlessness lurking just beneath the surface. Or maybe it was just the way he didn’t immediately push you away when you slid onto the barstool next to him.
At first, the conversation between you two had been simple, but as the night went on the alcohol loosened your words. The tension had shifted. Both of you leaned in closer, exchanged slow, knowing glances, the pull between you undeniable. By the time you left the bar, the attraction had already taken hold.
You sighed, setting your glass down on the coffee table as you leaned back against the couch. you weren't naïve. You knew what you were getting involved—better yet—who you were getting involved with when you met Jigen. He had made it clear from the start that it didn’t mean anything. And yet, here you were thinking about him.
Ever since that first encounter, Jigen would show up every now and then, sometimes announcing his arrival and never making promises. It became a habit of his—this unspoken routine. He never had a reason for coming, or at least not one he’d say out loud.
You would sit together, talk over drinks. Sometimes, it was about nothing. Pointless, sarcastic banter here and there. Other times, it was heavier, though never too much. Jigen wasn’t the type to lay it all out on the table, and you never pressed him to.
As the drinks kept coming and the night stretched on, the space between you would shrink. A fleeting touch, a lingering glance—until words no longer mattered, and both of you found yourselves tangled between the sheets once again.
But no matter how many times it happened, no matter how familiar the warmth of his body became, the ending was always the same. Before the sunrise crept through the window, Jigen would be gone.
You were so deep in thought that your phone buzzed on the coffee table, breaking the silence in the air. You didn't have to look at the screen to know who was calling you at this hour. Jigen always had a way of timing his calls perfectly. Not too soon that you wouldn't miss him, but not too late that you would forget him. You picked up your phone with your free hand.
"Yeah?" You answered, keeping your voice steady. It was very strange to receive calls from Jigen. The only times that he would ever call is to see if you were available. Most of the time, he would shoot you small texts every now and then to see how you were doing.
"Where are you?" His raspy voice carried that usual nonchalance, but you know that there was a hint of something unspoken. Your heart began to race at the thought of him coming over.
"You know the address," You replied, swirling your wine in front of your face with your other hand. "You plan on stopping by?"
"That depends. Got anything to drink?" You smirked as you looked over to the countertop of your kitchen. On top sat Jigen's favorite bottle of whiskey, fully displayed to anyone who came to visit.
"Always."
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An hour had passed and Jigen was at your door. His hat hovering over his eyes as always. His dark suit jacket slightly stained with raindrops from the pouring rain that was happening outside. He smelt like straight cigarettes, gunpowder and musk. You weren't sure why, but his scent drove you over the wall every time.
“You’re late.” You said, leaning against the doorframe with a glass filled with whiskey.
“I didn't realize that I was on a schedule,” Jigen replied, his tone frank. He stepped past you without waiting for an invitation, grabbing the drink from your hands and downing it in one go. He made his way over to your counter immediately after.
You watched with your arms now crossed. "You always invite yourself in like this?"
Jigen smirked, setting the glass down to pour himself another drink. He removed his gun than hanged on his belt. The metal clanged against the marble counter, his back facing you. "Would you have opened the door if I didn't?"
You rolled your eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it. Walking over behind him, you placed your hands on his shoulders. You felt the warmth beneath his damped jacket. He didn't tense—not anymore.
The first time you met Jigen, he had been stiff as steel, wary, always ready to pull his gun at the slightest shift in the air. Now, his shoulders were looser, his posture less guarded. He let you touch him without saying a word.
“Relaxed, huh?” you murmured, fingers brushing over the fabric.
Jigen let out a low chuckle. “Guess I figured out you’re not planning to put a bullet in my back.”
You leaned in slightly, your chest against his back. “Depends on the day.”
He huffed in amusement, tipping his glass back for another sip. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The rain kept falling outside, the dim candlelight flickering over the whiskey in his hand.
You slid your hands up and down his arms, gripping the sleeves of his jack soon not too long after. You tugged at the damped fabric of his coat. Jigen didn’t protest as you pulled it off of him, setting it aside on the counter.
You ran a hand down his arm. “So, how was your day?” Then, after a pause, “If it’s too gory, don’t tell me.”
Jigen huffed out a chuckle, shaking his head. He knew you weren't really comfortable hearing about all his stories that contain gruesome details. Last time he shared a bit too much that it made you nauseous. “Nah, nothing too bad.” He grabbed his glass again, rolling the whiskey inside before taking another sip. “Just wasted a whole damn week planning out a heist, only to find out Lupin’s been running it behind our backs.”
You raised an eyebrow. “And?”
Jigen smirked dryly. He turned around to face you, placing his hands on your hips. His thumbs brushing over the fabric of your shorts softly. “Turns out he’s been doing it just to hand everything over to Fujiko.”
Your fingers froze on his sleeves, your gaze falling down to the floor. Of course.
You stepped back, crossing your arms. “Should’ve figured.”
Jigen let out a long sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Should’ve known better. But y’know, sometimes you forget just how deep Lupin’s got it for her.”
Your eyes followed back up to his direction. “So, what now?”
Jigen's lips twitched into something between amusement and exasperation. “Dunno. Maybe I’ll finally learn my lesson.”
You smirked, as you reached to remove Jigen's hat off of his head. You placed it on top of his jacket. “Doubt it.”
“Yeah… me too.” He chuckled. His eyes trailed up and down your figure. You had on an old white T-shirt that was a bit too oversize on your form. Just below, were some shorts that were a bit too high. He wondered if you were freezing due to the weather. “You’re looking good.” His voice low and almost teasing.
“Yeah, well, I had a feeling you'd show up.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. You leaned forward to press your body against his. His body heat warm against yours. "So," you started. “Why’d you come over?”
Jigen barely blinked at the question. “A guy can’t stop by for a drink?”
You scoffed. “You’ve got a million places to drink, Jigen. You chose here.”
Jigen's hands gripped your hips as he gave you a lazy smirk. “Maybe I just like your whiskey.”
You narrowed your eyes. “You didn’t even ask what kind it was before pouring it.”
“Guess I trust your taste.”
You exhaled through your nose, shaking your head. “You’re avoiding the question.”
Jigen's hands slowly slid up from your hips to your waist. His cold, rough hands going underneath your shirt. Your breath slightly hitched at the feeling of his hands touching your warm skin. Jigen's gaze flicking away for half a second before settling back on her. “Maybe I just wanted a quiet place to think.”
You studied him for a long moment. “Uh-huh. You could’ve done that anywhere.”
“Could’ve.” He leaned his head close to yours. “Didn’t.”
You didn’t push further. Instead, you leaned in slightly as well, tilting your head up at him. “You know, Jigen, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you like my company.”
Jigen exhaled, his voice smooth, almost amused. “Careful, doll. You keep this up, and people’ll start getting ideas.”
You smirked, tilting your head. “What people?”
He chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating between you. “You, for one.”
You dragged your fingers through his hair just slightly, feeling the way his hands flexed against your waist in response. “I don’t know, Jigen. You came to me if I remember correctly.”
Jigen’s smirk deepened, but his voice remained level. “Relax, Y/n. There ain’t anything going on here.”
The teasing tone in your expression faltered for just a second before you covered it with a wry smile. Deep down, you knew that you had fallen deep for the gunman. “Right. Of course not.” You sighed through your nose, shaking your head as you leaned in closer, your lips close enough to his. “You are a real piece of work, Jigen.”
He grinned. “Takes one to know one.”
The air between you was thick, charged with something unspoken but understood. You watched him, your fingers still tingling from where they had brushed through his hair. Jigen hadn’t moved away. He stood there, watching you with that same unreadable expression, his hands on your waist as if he wasn't going to let go.
Your lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss, the kind that made your breath hitch. He tasted like whiskey and smoke, warm and familiar. Jigen wasn’t in a rush, but there was an edge to it, something controlled yet hungry. His beard brushed against your skin, and you sighed into his mouth, pressing closer.
He took that as permission.
His hands slid to your back, fingers spreading firm over the curve of your hips before gripping just enough to make your pulse spike. Then, without warning, he lifted you off the floor.
A small gasp left your lips as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Jigen’s smirk was brief, swallowed in the next kiss as he carried you effortlessly through the apartment.
You barely registered the way he maneuvered you towards the bedroom, too caught up in the warmth of his body, the slow, teasing drag of his lips against yours.
You broke away just enough to murmur against his mouth, “I'm guessing this is what you actually came here for.”
Jigen chuckled, low and deep. “You wound me, doll. I had intentions to see you as well.” He kissed you again, slow and un-rushed, like he had all the time in the world. Between kisses, he added. "I have to check if you were doing okay and well."
If it weren't for the situation you were in or how sexually frustrated you had gotten, you wouldn't have let that slide and asked what he meant by that. Jigen really confused you every time he sweet talked you. You had always assumed it was the alcohol that made him say things. It made you ponder what was really going between you two or if he even saw anything in you rather than just a quick rendezvous.
He let your fingers tangle in his hair again, tilting his head slightly so you could bite at his lower lip. “You really know how to keep me on my toes.”
Jigen exhaled sharply, his grip on you tightening before he caught your mouth again. The kiss was hotter this time, edged with something reckless.
The bedroom door creaked open behind them, but Jigen didn’t slow down. He stepped inside without hesitation, his hands adjusting his hold on you, pressing you closer against him. The feel of him—solid, warm, steady—made your pulse quicken.
Then, without a word, he lowered you onto the bed.
You barely had time to catch your breath before Jigen followed, his body hovering over yours. Jigen exhaled a quiet laugh before capturing your lips again, his weight pressing just enough to keep you beneath him but not completely pinned. His hands roamed, slow and deliberate, fingers tracing all over, feeling every curve.
The kisses deepened, rougher now, laced with something he normally kept buried. His beard scratched against her skin as he moved from your lips down to your jaw, then lower, his breath hot against your throat.
You sighed, your hands trailing over to his chest to undo the buttons of his dress shirt. His dress shirt was opened, but wasn't removed fully. Your hands explored from his chest and down to his abdomen then back up. Jigen hummed against her skin, lips trailing back up until your mouths met again. His hands splayed on your hips as he rocked his hips against yours just enough to tease.
His fingers gripped the hem of your shorts and pulled them slowly down your legs. Your breath hitched as your shorts came off, the feeling of the cold air hitting the rest of your legs. His hand lowered down in between your legs. Your heartbeat and your breath quickened as his thumb drew slow, small circles on your clothed cunt. Your eyes rolled back, releasing a shaky breath.
"Well don't you just paint the prettiest picture." He commented as he started to speed up the pace in his thumb. You could only respond with a soft moan as moved hips against his thumb trying to add more friction. He decided to give you a few more strokes before he removed his hand, making you look up at him as he stopped. He pulled down your panties, discarding them to a random corner.
He got up to pull down his pants and took out his cock from his boxers. He had adjusted himself above you, aligning himself against you. He rubbed his tip at your entrance. His eyes drifted up to your flushed face, your eyes staring into his as well.
Jigen slowly pushed his cock deep inside you, making you tilt your head back against the pillow. Your back arched as you feel every inch of him stretching you out. Once he thought you had adjusted to him, he started to move his hips gently. He took a hold of your hand and pinned it right above you.
"Damn, you just feel even better every time I come." Jigen sighed as he slightly picked up the pace, your legs wrapping around his waist to bring him closer. With his other hand, he gripped the bottom of your thigh, bringing it over his shoulder to get a better angle. You whimpered as the new position hit your sweet spot. "I think I might have to keep you all to myself. Can't have others knowing how you feel. It might just drive me crazy."
“You think I have other men come over?" you retorted breathlessly. “You’re the only person who shows up unannounced and never tells me why.”
Jigen’s lips twitched in what might have been the beginning of a smile, but it didn’t fully form. He leaned his head in the crook of your neck, his breathing warm. “And you’re the one who keeps letting me in.”
“And you’re the one who keeps coming back,” You shot back. “Funny how that works, huh?”
He removed his head from your neck to look at you. His dark eyes glaring at you, sending a shiver down your spine. He pulled his hips back, the tip of his cock was the only thing inside. Your eyes widened, as you realized he wasn't going to move. You groaned in frustration, you tried to pull him closer, but Jigen held his guard. You cursed wanting more. He looked at you and laughed.
"What's wrong, doll? Don't got a mouth on you all of a sudden?” Jigen murmured, his voice low and teasing against your ear. “You never know how to use it properly when it counts.”
You scoffed. Though the sharp retort you meant to throw at him died on your tongue as he shoved himself deep inside of you again, just enough to make you gasp. Jigen kept a small antagonizing rhythm that made you whimper for more.
“Come on,” he drawled, smirking as he watched you squirm beneath him. “You want more? Ask for it.”
You glared up at him, stubborn as ever, refusing to give in so easily. But when he slowed down—teasing you—dragging out every little movement until it was unbearable, you felt your pride waver.
Your fingers curled against his back, nails pressing just enough to make him suck in a breath. “Please fuck me.”
“That’s more like it,” he muttered, voice rough as he finally gave you what you wanted. His hips picking up the pace. Your whimpers turned into lewd moans as his cock brushed against you.
The teasing edge faded as your bodies moved together, the tension giving way to something deeper, something all-consuming. Your breaths mingled, heavy moans and low groans filling the space between you. Jigen placed his forehead against yours.
The rain pattered softly against the window, a steady rhythm that filled the quiet gaps in between. The dim light of the candles casted flickering shadows across the room, your bodies moving in sync, lost in the heat of the moment. Jigen’s breath came in short, ragged exhales, low and uneven as he got closer, his usual composure unraveling with each desperate thrust.
Soft moans slipped past your lips, your voice mixing with the deep, gravelly grunts Jigen let out. The sound of your bodies moving together, the creak of the mattress beneath you, the faint rustle of sheets—it all blended with the rain outside.
His movements grew uneven and violent, his usual control slipping as he got closer, his breaths coming rough and unsteady against your skin. You could feel everything—every tense shift of his body, every desperate push, the primal need for release and the way he held onto you. The closer you reached your climax, the more you wanted.
Your own pleasure was building fast as well, warmth spreading through your limbs as you clung to him. Every motion he made sent a spark through you, coiling tighter and tighter until you could barely hold on. Jigen’s grip on your hand tightened, his forehead pressing briefly against yours, a low curse slipping past his lips.
You felt a snap, heat washing over you as your body arched into his. For a few long, breathless seconds, nothing else existed—just the feeling, the release, the overwhelming bliss that left you trembling in his arms. Jigen followed soon after, his movements turning sloppy, a deep groan escaping him as he let himself go. His weight pressed against you as his breathing slowed, both of you tangled in the aftershock.
Your breaths were heavy, the heat between you still lingering in the air. You laid beneath him, your chest rising and falling. Jigen hovered just above you, one hand still holding on to your hand, the other brushing against your thigh as if debating whether to pull away or stay. Their eyes met—intense. There was something unspoken between them, thick with tension, neither willing to be the first to break it.
Jigen reached up from your thigh, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face with a touch so uncharacteristically gentle that it made your chest tighten. It was stupid, really—how easily he could make you feel something without saying a damn word.
Then, just as quickly, the moment was gone.
With a quiet sigh, he rolled off you, shifting to the edge of the bed. His movements were slow, deliberate, as he reached in his pocket of the dress shirt he still had on. He pulled a cigarette and a lighter, lighting it as he took a slow drag. The glow of the ember briefly illuminated his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his features, the crease of thought between his brows.
You turned on your side, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes.
Jigen always insisted that this—whatever it was—meant nothing. That there could never be a thing between you. But the way he looked at you just now? The way he lingered?
It told a different story.
You wanted to ask. To press him on it.
But the weight of the night, the warmth still thrumming in your limbs, made it impossible to think straight. Before you realized it, your thoughts blurred together, your eyelids growing heavy.
Jigen took another slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling a thin stream of smoke as he glanced over at you. You were already asleep.
You laid tangled in the sheets, your breathing soft and steady and your body relaxed in sleep. The room was dim, the city lights outside casting faint patterns against the walls. Jigen sat at the edge of the bed, already picking up his clothes from the ground, watching you for a moment.
You looked peaceful.
The same woman who could challenge him with a single smirk, who never let him get away with his usual bullshit—right now, you were completely at ease. Vulnerable in a way he rarely saw.
He exhaled quietly and ran a hand down his face.
This was exactly why he should’ve kept things simple.
Jigen stood, careful not to make a sound as he grabbed his shirt and jacket. He slipped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him without a sound.
He moved through the space, grabbing his hat and jacket from where they had landed on. His gun rested on the counter, next to his half-finished glass of whiskey. He picked them up with practiced ease, ready to slip out like he’d never been here at all.
But something caught his eye.
A small framed picture sat on the counter, next to the sofa.
Jigen paused.
It was a picture of you.
You were standing beside a bride, dressed in an elegant light blue dress that hugged your frame just right. Your hair was styled different—softer, more refined—and you were smiling. Really smiling. Not the usual sharp, teasing smirk you threw his way, not the guarded expressions you wore like armor.
No. This was different.
Pure. Carefree. Happy.
Jigen found himself staring longer than he meant to.
He knew you—at least, he thought he did. He knew how and why you moved away, how you fought, how you could talk your way out of just about anything. He knew how you smirked when you were lying, how your eyes narrowed when you were pissed.
As he looked at the picture, he realized he barely knew anything about your life—before him, before the mess he got with you. And yet, here was a glimpse of it. A world where you looked like you belonged to something stable. Something good.
Something that wasn’t him.
His fingers hovered over the frame for a second. Then, almost without thinking, he took it. Slipped it right into his jacket pocket. Would you notice? Maybe. Would you call him out on it? Definitely.
But Jigen didn’t care.
He wasn’t sentimental—he sure as hell wasn't the type to take the damn photo like a lovesick idiot—but something about this picture… something about you looking so damn happy…
He wanted to keep it.
Just for himself. Just for when he wasn’t here.
Jigen adjusted his hat, exhaled slowly, and left without another sound, disappearing into the rain-soaked night.
No goodbyes. No second thoughts. Just the familiar routine of slipping away before morning.
I wonder how the gang would react to walking in on the reader while they're in the shower/bath...
Hello! Thank you for the ask, I apologize this took me so long to get to. Also I hope this isn't too out of character. Enjoy!
Lupin:
Lupin is either intentionally walking in on you or is doing it by complete accident
If he walks in on purpose, it's obvious that's what he's doing. He'll wiggle his eyebrows at you, asking if he can join you.
If you immediately set the boundary with him that you're not comfortable with that, he'll take an immediate step back. He's a perv, but he's also a gentleman and respects your bodily autonomy.
If he walks in on you and it's by accident, he's most likely actually not paying that much attention.
It'll take Lupin to realize where he is and where you are for it to click. He is just surprised at first, before he sends a flirt your way.
If you shoo him away, he'll leave with an apology for walking in, but not for the view.
If you invite him to join you he's either falling flat on his face in surprise, or is scratching the back of his neck nervously.
He weighs his options before joining you in the shower or the bath:
if Pre-relationship:
Lupin might decline if he's still caught up with Fujiko, he will still be loyal to his current partner.
If Lupin isn't actively pursuing Fujiko, then he's more likely to join you, sending flirtations your way, testing the waters.
If you're in a relationship, Lupin will never hesitate to join you when you ask.
Jigen:
Jigen is not going to intentionally walk in on you if you're in the bathroom.
He'll fight you for the use of the bathroom before he walks in on purpose.
This man is going to walk in on you totally unintentionally and he's going to be surprised.
Hat falling back, eyes flashing and widening- surprised.
Jigen's face will flush and he'll pull his hat low over his eyes, trying to hide his red cheeks at the sight of you.
He leaves, muttering a curse under his breath, followed by a more audible, "sorry"
Pre-relationship Jigen will avoid eye contact after the incident, having his hat pulled down slightly more.
In a relationship, Jigen will comment on the beautiful view before leaving, holding it over your head later in the day, a flirtation.
Jigen is less likely to join you in the bath or shower, finding an excuse to not join you. Sometimes he will join you generally with a "what the hell," preceding it.
Goemon:
Goemon will be the one to walk in on you completely by accident.
He is the most respectful of your space.
He will go extremely red upon realizing what he's done. He's squeezing his eyes shut and bowing deeply as he apologizes, to show how profusely sorry he is for walking in on you.
Goemon cannot look you in the eye for a while after that; and everytime you're near him or are mentioned to him, he's blushing again, looking away from you shly.
If Pre-relationship then Goemon is even more sorry for walking in on you. If you ask him to join you he might short circuit out of embarrassment and being flustered. If he thinks that you're joking then he'll say something sarcastic and witty back at you, deflecting the embarrassing moment away.
If you're in a relationship, Goemon will join you depending on his mood. 50-50 chance he joins.
Hellooooo! May I pretty please get a Jigen x Teacher reader who helps him learn to communicate with Oto from the live action movie 🥺 Not that he wasn’t amazing with her or anything, but I want the feel like he needs my early childhood expertise 😭😭😭 I imagine he’d feel lost every now and then and not know what the best choice is when taking care of a little girl. Thank you so much 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
Hello! I am so sorry this took longer than expected. (Slight spoiler warning for the movie ahead) It's been a while since I’ve seen the movie and couldn’t remember if Chiharu the watchmaker/gunsmith was Oto’s real grandma or if she just took her in at the end. I don’t think she was full on related to her, so I’m just going with Jigen adopts Oto and thinks of Chiharu as her grandma in this fic. Also, I hope this is what you were looking for and that you like it! (and sorry for the FNAF movie reference, I'm obsessed with the movie and was greatly inspired by it, lol)
Behind the Rough Exterior
Live Action!Jigen x Teacher!Reader
Content Contains: very slight spoilers for the Live Action Jigen movie, no gendered pronouns for reader, no y/n, SFW, fluff
Masterlist
You had been working at the same school for some time now, and while there were some challenges to working with young children, you loved your job anyway. There were of course a few times when the teachers would start some drama, but overall things had been going pretty smoothly.
Your morning routine was the same as always: you made yourself breakfast, quickly looked over your lesson plans, and made your way to the school. Even your day teaching your class was pretty typical. It wasn’t until the final bell of the day rang when things would be a little different.
You heard your voice over the intercom being called telling you to report to the principal’s office. You were hoping it wasn’t anything serious as you made your way to her office. When you got there, she was sitting at her desk as usual, but sitting across from her were a guy with a beard and a hat and a little girl.
The principal introduces them to you. The man’s name was Daisuke Jigen and the girl’s name was Oto. You had learned that he adopted her after an evil crime syndicate killed her parents and kidnapped her. After he successfully took down their leader and saved her, the authorities took notice. He apparently used to be a thief alongside the infamous Lupin the Third, but after defeating the group the police had been trying to track down for years, the government decided to pardon him of all his crimes if he agreed never to return to that line of work again. Later on, he would reveal to you that he felt it was about time he retired from that lifestyle anyway.
You wondered how a criminal of all people would actually end up helping to catch other criminals and even end up taking care of a little girl, but you were just glad that it meant that there were still good people in the world and that a child was safe.
After the principal was done explaining their situation, she had asked if you could take her into your classroom. She let you know that Oto would need to step out of the classroom a few times a week to see a speech therapist and a counselor since she had selective mutism and PTSD, and if she needed additional help, they felt you of all the teachers would be able to provide it. You didn’t hesitate to sign all the paperwork to have her be placed in your class.
Neither Jigen nor Oto talked the entire time, but before you left, you had a chance to hear their voices for the first time.
“Thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.” He turns to Oto who’s hiding behind a pillow and sweetly asks, “what do we say?”
“Thank you,” she says in a whisper.
So much warmth for a guy who used to be a criminal that it was hard to believe he ever was one.
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Over the course of the next few months, you found that it was difficult for Oto to interact with the other students. She would spend most of the time at her desk and instead of going to recess, she would always come into your classroom and spend her time reading in the little corner library of your classroom. You tried talking to her in the beginning but she reacted the same as when other students tried talking with her: you were met with silence.
The reason she didn’t like going to recess was because of a group of girls that would make fun of her for her silence. You tried talking to them but they wouldn’t listen. That’s when you offered to let her come into your classroom instead. You wished that the other students were more understanding and that you didn’t have to feel the need to shelter her like that, but you told yourself this would have to do until you and the counselors figured out a way for her to break out of her shell.
One night, you decided to watch a movie you’ve never seen before. In the movie, there was a little girl who also had trouble communicating with her peers. She would spend a lot of time drawing which was her outlet to convey how she felt. Although the reason the girl in the movie began to talk more was because she helped the ghosts that would steal all her attention take revenge on the guy who took their lives away, it still gave you an idea on how to catch a glimpse on what Oto was feeling.
The next day during recess time, Oto came in to sit at her usual spot. You had just finished setting up the new art station in your room. It wasn’t much but it did have plenty of paper, crayons, colored pencils, and paints you got from the art teacher who happened to have extra supplies on hand. You figured that even if Oto didn’t use it, maybe some of the other students would when they had their 30 minutes of free time at the end of the day.
“Hey, Oto. Hope you’ve had a good day so far. Just so you know, you can come and draw over there in case you want a break from reading. And as always, please let me know if you need anything.” You didn’t want to force her to draw something of course, so you hoped the suggestion was enough to gain her interest.
It looked like she wasn’t interested at all for the next few minutes. Her eyes were seemingly glued to the pages of her book, but eventually you noticed that she began to look over at the little desk equipped with the art supplies. You tried to focus on your paperwork so she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable with you staring at her, but when she put her book down and walked over to the art station, you couldn’t help but feel relieved that you might’ve found a way to finally get through to her.
Sure enough, she began to express her feelings and inner worries in her drawings without her having to say a word. She initially depicted some pretty dark and sad themes in her work, but over time, the number of happier drawings far outnumbered them. You noticed that she drew pictures of her, her grandmother Chiharu, and her father a lot. It was also incredible just how much you learned about her and her family from the pictures alone.
She drew every day during recess time instead of reading now, and she drew so much that she learned how to draw many different things. Some of the other kids were so impressed by her work that they would ask her to draw things for them. This helped her warm up to them and helped her finally be comfortable enough to speak to you and her classmates. She still couldn’t talk to anyone outside of her family, you, or her class, but you were just happy that she was making progress.
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A few more months passed and it was time for parent-teacher conferences. All parents were required to attend, so if they couldn’t make it, they were allowed to reschedule for a different day. You didn’t get any calls from any parents thus far, so you were hopeful that it meant you would see everyone’s parents today.
Because Oto was the newest student to join the class, the computer system had her name at the very bottom of the roster. That kind of sucked for you since a meeting with her dad made you the most nervous not so much because he used to be a criminal, but because you were hoping that he approved of the way you were teaching her. You didn’t exactly know what kind of person he was yet but from your first impression of him and the way Oto described him both in drawings and in conversation, you hoped that he wouldn’t give you trouble like some parents have in the past.
It was almost ten minutes past Mr. Jigen’s scheduled time when he finally arrived. You were worried he wasn’t going to show up for a second, but were glad that he was there even if it was a little late.
“Um, hello. Sorry. I’m still trying to learn how to navigate this part of town and my stupid GPS stopped working in the middle of my drive here.”
“Oh, no worries. I don’t have to clock out for another hour and a half, so you’re still on time. Please have a seat.” You point to the chair in front of your desk and he takes off his hat as he sits down.
“Thank you, and sorry, I smell like cigarette smoke. I’m trying to quit but I’m kind of nervous to be completely honest with you.”
“You’re good. From what I understand, you adopted Oto pretty suddenly, no? I don’t have children but I can’t imagine what it must be like to be a new parent. And especially after everything you, and Oto have been through, it must be tough. She’s told me so much about what happened.”
“Wait, she talks to you?”
“Has she not told you? She’s started speaking to me and some of the other students. Well, it first started out with her drawing things but once she became comfortable around me and the other students, she’s been telling me about all sorts of things.”
“I see, so you’re the one who got her drawing pictures.” he chuckles. “Is that also how you got her talking to you all?”
“Yup. It’s only me and the students in this class, though. I think it will take a little longer for her to feel at ease talking to someone she’s never met.”
“You’re a miracle worker, you know that?”
“Huh?”
“I’ve been trying to get her to say more than one word to anyone other than me and her grandmother. Is it really all from the drawing?”
“Well no, not entirely. The whole reason I suggested doing some art to her was so that she could have a way of expressing herself and for me to get to know her a little more. The majority of it came from the other students warming up to her. I think a lot of them thought she was a bit odd at first due to her quietness, but when the other students started asking her to draw stuff for them, they realized just how amazing she really was. Time was also a big factor, perhaps because she’s gotten used to and is more familiar in this new environment. And I understand, after all that she went through, it must be tough to trust anyone.”
“And yet, you somehow managed to get her to trust you all. I really can’t thank you enough.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. I just want the best for my students.”
“No, really. I- I sometimes feel like I’m not doing enough to help her, or that someone like me doesn’t deserve to be a parent, you know? What does an ex-thief and gunman know about taking care of a child anyway? Sure, I have help from Chiharu sometimes but she’s already done so much for me and I feel like I need to repay her in some way.” He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry, I know we’re here to talk about her grades. I just… I want a bit of guidance on how to take care of a little girl who’s been through things no other little girl should have to go through. You don’t have to, but since you’re a teacher and already helped Oto a lot in such a short time, I’m not sure if it would be too much to ask if you could tell me how you approach things with her?”
You were slightly taken aback by the contrast between his appearance and past to the love and concern he had for his child. He had a gruff voice, a thick beard, hair that nearly covered his eyes, scars all over his hands and neck, and yet, his eyes were soft. Just who was this man and what had happened that allowed him to open up his heart?
You had to put your curiosity off to the side for now and proceeded with the meeting. You gave him suggestions and discussed Oto’s strengths and opportunities to grow. You also agreed to meet with him once a month to update him on her progress and help him learn how to communicate with her better.
At this moment, he was just another parent of one of your many students that you had to maintain a professional relationship with, but little did you know, that would not be the case in the foreseeable future. For now though, it just made your heart happy to know that you were helping out a family and that a young girl who suffered so much was now able to live in a home with a loving new father.
Could I request HCs for the Lupin Gang (I didn’t see a character limit in rules but if it’s only one character at a time then Goemon) With a reader who often shows affection by just giving them random trinkets they find. Not valuable stuff just like Cool rocks, sea glass, this key chain that made them think of you, etc. just crow brain affection.
: ̗̀➛ Omg, anon, this is literally so cute!! I hope I did right by such an adorable request!
𓆩♡𓆪 Arsène Lupin III 𓆩♡𓆪
Lupin would be nothing short of enthralled by the fact that you gift him just the most random of bits and bobbles.
He keeps all of it, no matter what it is. He'll have a specific spot in his luggage whenever he travels to store them, or keep them in a little trinket box he keeps in the glove compartment of the fiat.
Lupin likes to keep your most recent gift as like a lucky charm in his jacket whenever he goes on a heist. If he's in a tight pinch during a heist, he'll worry it in his jacket as if it were a stress reliever. He just wants a little piece of you with him, a reminder of that he has to come back safe and in one piece :)
If you get him keychains, he will use all of them. At once. Like, you can hear him coming from a mile away at one point because he'll have so many charms on his keys.
I mentioned a trinket box in an earlier bullet, so I like to think Lupin would steal a really nice jeweled box to keep them in. Such precious things deserve an equally precious safe place!
If he loses/drops one of your gifts, he will do ANYTHING to get it back. Is pops on his tail? Tough shit, he's popping a U-Turn mod chase to go find the rock he dropped. In the middle of a shoot out with some villain? They can wait, because the sea glass you gave him earlier that day isn't in his coat pocket and that is way more pressing.
𓆩♡𓆪 Daisuke Jigen 𓆩♡𓆪
Jigen would initially be a little confused, like, why are you handing him this rock? But he would eventually understand, finding it cute.
Mentally, he compares you to a crow that likes to bring him shiny things. This thought never fails to bring a smile to his face.
He admittedly doesn't keep everything you give him, he's someone who prefers to travel light because of his line of work, but he'll keep a handful of trinkets you get him. If Lupin points out the cutesy charm handing from his phone or keys, he is swiftly silenced by a kick to the shin.
Jigen is pretty handy with a thread and needle after years of stitching himself and the others after some nasty injuries, so he absolutely sews a little pocket to the inside of his jacket to store your gifts.
When you give him these gifts, his appreciation is subtle. No big reaction, but more of a faint blush rising to his cheeks and a soft muttering of gratitude before tucking it away.
When he misses you, he'll absentmindedly fiddle with the gift he has on him at the time.
𓆩♡𓆪 Goemon Ishikawa XIII 𓆩♡𓆪
Like Jigen, I feel like Goemon would be a little confused but once you clarify its a gift, he'll act like you just gifted him the sun. Super serious with his face completely red. He'll accept it in a sort of awkward formal manner, but the whole ordeal is cute.
Goemon tries his best to keep all of your gifts, but since the man travels with his sword and nary another thing, he'll lose some gifts. The second he realizes he has though, he is nothing short of DEVISTATED.
He likes to have your gifts in his hands while he is meditating, finding that they bring him peace of mind.
Goemon gets really defensive of them, like if Lupin even thinks about touching any of the things you've gifted him, he's halfway through drawing Zantetsuken
I like to think that he would start mimicking your love language. Considering that he is out in the middle of buttfuck nowhere in the mountains whenever he isn't getting Lupin out of whatever mess he is in, he'll start taking notice of cool rocks he would find and pocket them, planning to give them to you when he sees you next.
𓆩♡𓆪 Fujiko Mine 𓆩♡𓆪
Look, this woman has been gifted the finest that the world has to offer, only to turn her head and scoff. But the second you roll up like, "Hey, I found this piece of Sea Glass, and the color reminds me of your eyes.", she would be absolutely and utterly infatuated.
She keeps EVERYTHING and she will be DAMNED if she loses a single on. Fujiko puts them in a carrying case that she keeps on her at almost all times of the day, unless she is going somewhere she might lose it.
She could be surrounded by suitors offering her diamonds and gold, but her eyes will be locked on you and the funky little rock in your hand.
Fujiko thinks it is just the cutest and loves everything you give her. When she's in a sour mood, she'll take out her case of your gifts and just look through them, thinking about you and smiling to herself.
On several occasions, Fujiko has saved the trinket box over Lupin or the others. She's a woman with priorities, how could you blame her?
She would want to get you something in return though, so something like a bag that you can wear while you walk on the beach looking for sea glass and shells, or through the woods looking for fun rocks or stray feathers.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ I really hope you like this! I had a blast writing this because I do the same thing honestly. If you enjoyed my writing, pls feel free to lmk what you think! *ੈ✩‧₊˚
Cw: mayhaps a bit of an ooc Jigen| age gap (reader is around 25 while jigen is supposedly late 30s)| humping| reader being way too much of a brat| brat tamer jigen| semi exhibition?| Fingering (receiving)| VnP penetration| degradation| bondage with unconventional items| and as always Unedited
A/N: this man is the bane of my existence since the ripe age of 9. I watched this show on a children's tv channel. I know nobody will care ab this, but doing this to heal my horny soul. This has been written truly for my guilty pleasure of old men. Can this be considered as a fic? Idfk i never figured out how this works
Additional: Credits to @Dali91 on character ai, after fucking around in there i was able to come up with this lmfao, for anyone who wants to use it heres the link:
You were an intel of sorts.. you gather information and sell it to the others for a large amount of money. Somehow, you managed to tangle yourself with Lupin and his one of the many of his shenanigans
So now you find yourself in an office room with large windows that have the full beautiful view of the city, with the most annoying gunman known in earth.
Jigen was on the other side of the room, feet on the very same table and just keept smoking while keeping a lookout with his sniper resting low on the window
When lupin grouped you together he keept grumbling about having to work with you, and now he still doesnt seem to like you..
"So whats your deal huh? What did i do to you??" You ask as you try to make him look at you in the eye, his feroda making it impossible to even make out his features
"What do you mean.." he grumbled as now he crossed his arms like a fussy child, still avoiding eye contact.
"You quite literally said 'Women are all the same, theyre all trouble', what did you excatly mean by that huh?" You march towards the chair he was sitting on with hands on your hips
"All the women ive met are full of trouble.." he grumbles as he turns his body to the other side completely avoiding you
You huff and sit on the table, while you rest tour hands on the table you lower to almost his head level "And what are you then, a misogynist?" you giggle out as you see quite literally his body go rigid
"What? No! Its just my personal policy.." he yelps out as he tries to get out of the situation he roped himself in and failing
You make an unamused smile as you raise your eyebrow and cross your arms "So you are a misogynist.."
"No, and stop putting words in my mouth!" He yells out as he grumbles about how annoying you are and starts looking through the scope of the sniper
There is a beat of a silence before you get an idea how to annoy the old man even more. You jump off of the table and start looking out of the window with a neutral face, then the expression truns into a concentrated one as you then gasp in faux shock
"Hey are you seeing this? What is that?" You tap on the glass of the wide window as you catch Jigen's attention "Wha- where, what do you mean.." he picks up the rifle and turns to look at where youre pointing
"Riiiiight.... There!" You snatch his hat as you take a few steps backwards giving him time to react to what just happened
"Hey wha- What the hell are you doing!?" He raises up from the spot he took hours ago as he pulls out his hand towars you "Give that back!"
"Ah so thats what you look like! Not bad old man youre quite handsome~" you wink as you take a few more steps back and make a run for it throughout the door of the meeting office you both occupied
"Get back here! This isnt funny we have a job to do!" You hear him yell on the ither end of the corridor as you run through it, opening a random office door and then as soon as you try to close it, Jigen blocks it
"Alright you brat.. no more games. we've got a job to do.. give. me. that. hat..." he heaves as he blocks out your only escape, as he slowly walks into the room
"Well you know what they say old man.. you gotta catch me first!" You laugh out as you circle a big mahogany office table, trying to avoid him. You dart from left to right, not allowing Jigen to grab onto anything of you
You book it to the left as he starts circling the table on your right but you fail to realize how close he was, because he then grabs onto the belt loops of your jeans trying to pull you towards him and you both fall on the ground
You try to push him away with you left hand, blocking his face while your right one has the hat away from him, your knees on his stomach trying to give you some sort of a space away from him but it only allowed him to part your legs to get closer to your upper body, sitting on his knees while now your thighs are over his
He then catches both of your wrists with his right arm while his left one on the side of your head for support. You grunt out in frustration as now you plant both of your feet on the ground, pushing forward with your hip to try and trample him off of you
"Get off of me!" You push forward but to no avail, though the friction of your jeans and his hips humping into you causes your breath to waver and your heartbeat to speed up. Jigen snatches his feroda away from you and puts it on his head before grinning down on you as he sat on his knees "Not fair dude!"
You try and push forward, but with the compromising position and proximity, it only causes your core to rub against your jeans and his slacks and forming hard-on.
"Youre a brat you know that?" Jigen pants out as he leans down towards now even more friction between you, causing your cheeks to start warming up "The fuck is wrong with you we're supposed to do a job.."
It finally dawns upon you the situation you both are in, but you cant help being extremely turned on by this. The way both of your hips grind on eachother deliciously causes you to whine lowly. You look down where your hips colide to see the growing tent jigen has. You look up at him and clear your throat, you smirk a mischievous smile before you speak
"Well you're not that great either.."
You nod to where the problem is and he looks down to see his cock rock hard from the friction. He look up at you dangerously and be groans out before releasing your wrists and pulls you down even harder to where his hips are. That makes you gasp in arousal and shock as your eyes become as wide as saucer plates. The dudden friction causes to pull out an even louder whine, the heat now even hotter on your face.
"Is this what you really wanted you little fucking brat?" He grits between his teeth, a blush forming on his cheeks. You mewl in response as now the intention was purposeful, you rutt onto his hips, an airy giggle leaving your lips "Is that all you've got old man?"
Jigen becomes completely flustered by your actions, the man cant control his emotions anymore, arousal and fustration getting the best of him now as he leans close to your ear the low tone viberates your whole head as he speaks "You sure you want this? Once we start there's nothig thats going to stop me from teaching you a lesson that you'll never forget.. bratty little slut."
The grinding becomes unbearable as you throw your head back a fustrated moan leaving your lips "Please- please stop fucking teasing me- please fuuuuck-" your clit catches on the lining of the jeans that are mostlikely soaked by slick.
Jigen couldnt believe what was happening. You made him lose his composure and dignity, humping on you like a horny dog. His eyes darkened with lust as he humps on you even harder than before, your moans growing lowder echoing in the empty office as your eyes roll to the back of your head from the intense pleasure.
He couldn't handle it anymore, with a low groan he pushed you off on the floor, catching you by surprise. He angrily removes his belt as he then grabs you by your bicep pulling you up before pushing you towards the office table, your cheek mushing onto the surface as Jigen grabs both of your wrists from behind and ties them up with the belt. He leans down, taking your scent in, his hot breath fans out on your ear,
"You little fucking tease.." you shrudder at the words, you cant help but arch your back your ass sticking out even more, begging for some sort of an attention from him, not having enough of what happened before. You turn to face Jigen, a fake pout forming on your lips as your eyes cloud with lust "Come on~ i know you can do more than this"
Jigen then grips the back of your neck and pushed you down even more on the table, he comes behind you, grinding on your core
"You really, really know how to push someone's buttons.." you only smirk as you hump on his hard covered cock, driving the idea fully to the point
Jigen then releases his grip from your neck and wrists and backs away a little, he then undoes the belt around your wrists to tie it around your neck and then undoes his tie to bind your wrists. He leaves out a satisfied grunt only to undo your pants to pull them down, then a sharp smack on your behind directly on your covered pussy
You yelp out, Jigen then grabs the makeshift collar and pulls it, making you choke on it a little. He then falls on his knees and grips your hips, pulling them forward towards his face. He takes a strong inhale, taking in the scent of your arousal and covered pussy, that makes your whole spine shake with a new found feeling.
He gets up, chucking at your shocked face as you look at him from the side, then the shock completely wipes out to pain mixed with arousal as he gives your pussy another smack.
"Say one more thing and i will make you regret it" He then pulls your panties down revealing your soaked cunt and lowly whistling, he then rubs a finger to your cunt, the slick glimmering in the night. Jigen then brings it to his mouth, tasting your excitement and humming lowly with content.
"With how bitter you act, you sure do taste as sweet as honey"
"Then why dont you come and get a better taste?"
You wiggle out your ass, looking at Jigen in the eye before gasping as now another even harsher smack comes down directly on your naked pussy
"What did i say huh?" He pulls on the belt wrapped around your neck, pulling you off of the table making you choke as the belt digs into your neck deliciously
"Do i have to teach you how to behave you little brat?" He then lets go of the belt enough to make you fall on the table again, but doesnt let go fully of the belt his hand resting beside your head
"Maybe i should give you a lesson you will never forget.." he then smacks you another time on the pussy before plunging his middle finger and pointer inside your cunt, exploring the place
The movements leave you gasping for air. His long figers hitting the same spot over and over again. Fillthy sounds of your moaning and slick sounds of your cunt echo through the room as then Jigen pulls the leash again, lifting your face to be on his eye level.
He then circles your clit with his thumb, a smirk forming on his lips as your eyes roll back and your tongue rolls out like a panting dog, from extreme pleasure or suffocation neither of you know.
He then all together lets go of the leash and pulls his fingers out of you, putting both of them in his mouth, a guttural moan leaving his chest as he tastes you.
"Cant fucking get enough of this sweet pussy, though i have no patience to fully devour you tonight, we have a job to do afterall" with that he pulls his dress pants and boxers down, rubbing his tip on your pussy intentionally catching it on your clit making you shrudder.
He then lines his cock to your entrance and slowly sliding in only to slam his hips onto yours making you scream. He grabs on the leash pulling you close to his chest as his other hand circles around your stomach
"Don't you dare to fucking think for a second that im going to be nice about this. With all the stunt you fucking pulled you'll be glad that ill let you finish" his words drill into your head and it only makes you throb a louder moan escaping you as you turn your head to the side to look up at him
"Do your fucking worst, im into it" that makes him snap as he pins you on the table his hips snapping on to your even faster than before, all you can do is scream in full ecstasy from the intense pleasure.
You feel his pace waver, hes coming close but youre even closer as your leg starts to twitch and tears run down your face. Jigen then leans forward a hand goes down between your thighs and he starts to circle your clit, making you throw you head back and moan out his name
"That's it you fucking brat, this is what you wanted isnt it? To fuck you thoroughly so that the only thing you can think of is how my cock drills into your tight pussy? Come on now, cum on my cock you little slut"
And you do, a silent moan as then a groan pulls out of you, making you arch your back and your vision turns white. Jigen isnt far behind, he pulls out and cums all over your back and ass, as he heaves out in exhaustion
As you two catch your breaths Jigen pulls his pants on and removes both his belt and tie, putting them back on where they belonged, he then grabs tissue papers that were on the desk of the office and wipes all his cum off of you and helps you stand up.
He then pulls your panties and jeans up, making you look as presentable as you can be. He stops to look at your neck, a bruise forming because of the belt, he can only chuckle and leans down to kiss it better making butterflies swarm on your belly from the gentle act
"Hello? Hellooooo? Jigen buddy are you there??" Lupins voice suddenly breaks comfortable the silence through the walkie-talkie that Jigen had strappen on his pants, making you realize the situation that you two are in right now.
He scrambles to get the device, almost falling off of his hands multiple times before responding "Lupin! Whats the matter? Did you find what we were looking for" his out of breath response makes you giggle as Jigen gives you a teasing but warning look
"I sure did old friend! Though you've gotta tell me, what were those sounds coming off of your end? If it is what i think it is-" jigen doesnt let him finish as his face turns beet red
"Shut up! Were both coming downstairs now!"
Jigen then turns off the walkie-talkie as he looks at you and starts laughing out loud, making you break into a fit of airy giggles too
"Come on now brat, if hes done with the job that means cops are on their way... Can you walk or do i have to carry ya?" He smirks down at you, his handsome stare makes you fluster as you push him away and look the other way
"Shut the fuck up. Lets get this over with." "Whatever you say, brat."
