Another wonderful and beautiful commission from @fittsysart of Aira, Kafka, and their favorite little menace Hachi
I wanted to wait to post this until I could think of something to write to go with it but it’s been like 3 months and I’ve got nothing so I’ll just drop some KafkAi lore instead (below a cut because there will be spoilers if you haven’t finished the manga)
Aira finds Hachi during the months Kafka is in a coma (or does Hachi find her 👀)
Hachi is obsessed with Aira (and vice versa of course)
Hachi really makes Kafka work to win her over (she’s liked him from the start but she couldn’t let him know that)
Aira overhears Kafka pleading with Hachi to approve of him because he knows how much Hachi’s opinion matters to Aira
Hachi finally relents with her hard to get act when a typhoon rolls through Tokyo and Kafka rushes over to Aira’s apartment to keep Hachi company so she’s not alone and scared while Aira has to be on duty (and makes Aira fall even more in love with him than she knew was possible)
They have family movie nights cuddled up in blanket forts
Synopsis: Number Nine is dead. Gen and Asuna destress after the battle the way they always do - by kissing every scratch and bump before consuming each other whole
Warnings: Smut, lots of smut, comfort sex, emotional, mentions of death and fighting
MINORS DNI - 18+ - MINORS DNI - 18+ - MINORS DNI - 18+
Narumi Gen x named character, can be read as x reader, AFAB character, named original character, longish short fic.
A/N: My first time writing smut as a long time consumer. I honestly have no idea if this is any good and am slightly too embarrassed to read it to check. Please let me know what you think.
Requests open.
Kaiju number nine is dead.
Its core crushed beneath Kafka’s fist. Its body nothing more than dust turning to vapors in the wind.
Its finally over.
Kaiju would stay dead once slain and no longer evolve to predict human patterns at the whim of a master. They would no longer speak and target the deepest fears of their opponents, fighting them psychologically as well as physically.
They wouldn't have to interpret their opponent as if it had human thought, as if it already knew everything and everything about them and how to exploit it to hurt the most.
They were simply Kaiju once again.
The torment. The pain. The suffering and the loss number nine had caused was finally at its end.
Shinomiya Isao could finally be laid to rest beside his wife, their daughter able to visit their graves and not have to pretend they were together again.
Visits to the shine would no longer feel meaningless, the people who had fallen in nine's rampage finally at rest and with their fellow Kaiju hunters once again.
Number nines reign of terror would likely never be fully known to the public, there was too much risk of hysteria and panic, but for JAKDF officers who lived through his time, the nightmares would last for weeks if not years.
There would be no numbers weapon nine. No matter how eager the lab rats of the development teams wanted to experiment with such an advanced kaiju's DNA, no one would risk it coming back.
They couldn’t afford another year of fighting number nine.
Physically they were all tired. The constant attacks making sleep a rare opportunity that was never restful, their bodies strained and exhausted, battered and broken from where they had all pushed themselves beyond the limits of their suits.
Mentally they would never be the same. Trauma bound by one creature and the terror it had wrecked over them. Unlike the scars on their bodies, the mental chasms would never fully heal.
The helicopter ride back to the First Division base is silent. The weight of the last year having been lifted from their shoulders so suddenly that the rush of unadulterated joy had sapped every ounce of energy anyone had left.
Those not passed out in exhaustion are lost in their own thoughts, staring at photographs of families, friends and lost comrades. Eleven seats remain empty, their occupants lost in the final battle against number nine.
They fought bravely to the end and would be honoured with every other officer and command operative who lost their lives in the fight against humanities greatest threat.
Asuna rests a gentle hand on Gen’s knee, thumb tracing small circles over the reinforced plating of his armor, grounding both him and herself as the helicopter lowers to the landing platform.
They’re both battered and bruised.
But they are alive.
And that is all that matters.
They’re always the first to exit the transport, Asuna no more than a single step behind Gen as they lead the way back into the base.
Instructions had already been given.
Shower. Change. Mend your wounds. Go home and hug your families tight.
The celebrations of the public being to echo the streets below as they funnel out of the bunkers. All they know is another numbered Kaiju has been killed. Another threat eliminated.
They will never know the full extent of the chaos number nine caused, the number of graves filled by his rampage or his plan to dominate the country before crushing the rest of the world.
The door of their room shuts with a final click behind Asuna, the strip lighting under the rows of Gundam's and Pokémon figurines bathing the room in soft rainbow hues.
They exchange no words as they fall into each others embrace but their motions say everything they’re too tired to verbalise.
Fingers rack through Gen’s hair, gently pulling the soft pink stands from the dried blood of his forehead.
It’s over
A kiss placed at the junction of Asuna’s neck, the seal of her suit being pulled apart so gently and slowly it raises goose bumps.
I’ve got you
Gen’s suit is stripped next, bunched around his waist as every scar, scrape and bruise is kissed reverently. He returns the favour, placing several around the particularly nasty slice in her bicep.
I love you
Asuna's hand finds Gen's, intertwining their finger as she raises their clasped hands to her lips, kissing every knuckle as their eyes remain locked.
I love you too
Tear's burn at the corner of Gen's eyes, tracing small rivets through the dirt of his face as he pulls his wife to his chest, once arm snaking around her waist as the other keeps her shoulders still so he can bury his face in her neck.
Both her arms wrap around his torso, returning his embrace with equal force as they let the tears flow freely.
There is nothing to hide and there's no one to judge.
They cry for themselves, for every scratch and scar they've had to endure in their fight against number nine.
They cry for everyone they've lost. For Isao. For Hikari. For Shinonome. For Kafka and every single one of the friends they've lost.
They cry for the future they could have had. For the future they planned and the future they abandoned for the good of the world. For that house in the hills, the three cats and the family they would have had.
They cry for the past, the future and every moment between.
Neither of them keep track of how long they cry. They simply pull each other tighter and let out everything they've kept contained since they were first pulled into the fight.
The lights stay off as they separate and wipe away the last trail of tears, sharing small watery smiles before making their way to the bathroom.
In the shower they continue the ritual. Kissing every newly revealed cut and bruise as if willing it to heal with the force of their love.
Asuna sighs as Gen runs his hands through her hair, washing every strand from root to tip as he massages her scalp, not stopping until the water runs clear of any sign of dirt and blood.
He holds back a second round of tears as she returns the favor, forcing him to bend down slightly as she massages away every spec of mess from his hair, brushing away the trail of bubbles anytime it gets too close to the split in his forehead.
No words are shared as they return to the bedroom. Matching towels held loosely as they share another kiss and dry off.
Gen can't help but pause as he gazes upon his wife, hair still damp and skin turning a mottled blue and black as new bruises show themselves. The cut on her bicep catches his attention again and he doesn't fight the urge to bend down a kiss it better.
As his lips find the raw skin, arms wrap around Asuna's waist, pulling her back to his chest as she squeezes the ends of her hair dry. She let's out a breath as he kisses it again, eyes fluttering shut as she surrenders to her husbands gentle touch.
I love you
She reaches a hand behind his head, pulling him deeper into her neck as his kisses trail up her shoulder and focus that spot behind her ear he knows drives her mad with want.
Please
His hands move slowly, one tracing invisible patterns up her chest, the other uncoiling itself from her waist as it trails to her hip, touch feather light as his thumb swipes over each new forming blemish to her skin.
She pulls him by the roots of hie hair, forcing his lips to lock with hers as she runs her hand up and down his thigh, baring herself to his touch.
He swallow her lips like a man starved, tongue battling hers for dominance as a trail of spit escapes the corner of her mouth, teeth clashing as she pulls him down further, fingers firmly locked in his hair.
Asuna is the first to surrender. Pulling back for air as Gen's lips continue to chase hers. Her gasping breath turns to a low moan as his fingers finally trail against her lower lips, tracing up and down between her folds in feather light touches that threaten to overwhelm her senses.
Momentarily released from locking lips, Gen returns his attention her her neck, sucking the skin tender skin below her ear until her moans change from breathy to a deeper tone he always takes pride in pulling from her.
He nibbles his way down her neck, snaking his free hand to grab hold of her breast as the hand on his thigh sneaks higher and higher with each inch of skin he pulls between his teeth.
A particularly loud whine rips free from Asuna as he twists and pulls at her nipple, squeezing the rest of her breast with his palm as his fingers find that little bud between her folds and circles it tightly in time with his other hand.
She pulls his lips back to hers. Its messy, sloppy and entirely everything they both need and want.
As her hand finally grasps hold of his member and begins slow circling stokes from tip to base, a loud moan rips free of Gen throat, his head thrown back as he snaps the string of saliva connecting their lips, eyes closed in complete bliss.
They continue their ministrations, testing, teasing and worshipping every bruised and battered inch of skin wordlessly.
No words need to be exchanged. Their hands say everything their minds can't force their lips to say.
Her back arches as he sinks a finger into her depths, testing the waters as he pumps it slowly, thumb still lightly circling her clit as he switches breast and pulls her closer to his chest, hips cantering lightly with the movement of her hand.
By the time he slips in a seconds finger, then a third, Asuna struggles to stand. Having given up completely on trying to kiss him, her back remains perfectly arched, butt pressing into Gen's thighs as her legs shake and her throat ripple with echoing whines and moans that harmonize with his.
As a particularly high pitched whine escapes her, hands pausing mid stroke and walls clenching tightly around his fingers, Gen grips her tighter feeling her tremble and going boneless as the first of many orgasms rolls through her.
Coming down from her high, Asuna releases Gen's hair, having pulled it tighter in the throws of ecstasy. She swats his fingers away from where they have migrated, forcing them to stop circling her clit as she turns to face her husband.
The usual spark in his eyes, the one that promised the most delicious brand of pleasure should she push his buttons, is nowhere to be seen. This wasn't fucking for the sake of it, tonight wasn't about ripping as much pleasure as possible from each other but of reassuring that insecure, tired and frightened part of their brains that they'd made it.
They're alive. They'd survive number nine. More importantly they'd survived together.
Matching soft smiles overtake both their faces and they fall into a soft kiss, Asuna's arms snaking around Gen's shoulders to pull him down to her height as his hands hold firm on her hips.
We're alive
She pulls away, leaving a small kiss to his chin as she smiles up at him, thumb tracing the now clean and dried split in his forhead.
I love you
His eyes trace her face, brushing away the last trails of her tears as he plants a soft kiss to her forehead.
I love you too
As his finger brush against her nipple and another breathy moan falls from her now slightly swollen lips, the atmosphere shifts again.
He doesn't have to tell her when to jump, only having to place his hands under her thighs and tap his thumbs for her to bounce up and wrap her legs around his waist, locking lips once again as he walks them to the bed.
There's a light bounce in the mattress as he lowers her down, she sheets still messy and untucked from their early morning antics. Asuna shuffles herself to the middle of the mattress, pillows pulled closer to allow her the perfect angle to watch her husband stalk the length of her willing body.
His fingers trace every scar, every bruise and notch in her skin as he crawls up the bed slotting himself between her legs, kissing the inside of both ankles, knees and thighs as he pauses just above her center, he blows lightly, smirking as he feels her thighs clench and the shiver that rolls through the rest of her body.
He crawls the rest of the way, kissing each hip, the center of her chest and giving each nipple a swirl with his tongue as he reaches her lips once again, pulling her bottom lips free from between her teeth as he raises a hand to the back of her neck and closes the gap between them.
Lips locked and tongues exploring contentedly, they swallow each others moans as Gen pushes her knees up and wider apart, slotting the head of his member at her entrance and pushing forward.
It feels like coming home.
Nothing outside of them exists. There are no Kaiju to fight, no squadrons to teach, no board hanging over their heads watching there every moves for a slight slip in focus.
It's only Asuna and Gen Narumi and they way in which they consume each other.
The feel of her walls, so wet and willing swallowing him entirely and sucking him deeper with every inch, the moan that rips from her lips, so sinful and the way her eyes roll back into her skull, heavily lidded eyes slipping shut as she throws her head back in pleasure is no less sudutive.
He stretches her in a way that can only be described as delicious, prepared enough to slip in easily but not too much so as to not feel the pleasure of her well endowed husband stretching her walls to just before the limits of her body.
The pace Gen sets is slow and deep, his face tucked back into the side of her neck as he pants with every thrust, the rise and fall of her hips and the feel of her heels digging in his lower back driving him closer to the edge with each movement.
Determined to make it last, he pulls himself to balance his weight through one arm, the other lowering to circle that little bundle of nerves that drives her wild.
He finds it immediately, either through luck or practice, it matters not as Asuna throws her head back as far as it will go, surrendering the tender flesh of her neck to her husbands nipping bites and sucks, the small circles tracing her clit sending her eyes rolling back and hurtling towards the cliff of her second orgasm.
Gen isn't far behind, the feeling of her walls clenching tighter and the way she raises her hips just that little bit faster has him shaking with the effort to keep his orgasm at bay.
"Gen" Asuna whines, finger nails digging rivets into his back as he hits that spongy spot inside her. "Please Gen"
He breaks, pulling back from the hickey he was sucking on her neck to sit back on his knees, pulling her closer by the butt and lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders as he thrust faster, harder, shifting her hips lightly with each thrust to find that perfect angle he know drives her crazy.
"Fuck"
Four thrusts and he finds it, holding the angle to bully that spongy spot inside her, thumb still circling her clit as he holds her leg on his shoulder, the muscles weekend and shaking too much to stay up on their own.
Her moans turn to cries of pleasure that meld together into a jumbled mess of words, her mouth seemingly malfunctioning as pleasure rolls through her in waves that sweep higher and higher.
A particularly hard thrust has stars bursting behind her eyes and hand gripping the sheets until they feel like they're about to tear. Thighs shaking and back arching Asuna is consumed in the waves of her orgasm, hips mindlessly rolling as pleasure rips through.
Gen isn't far behind, the spasms of her walls and the unpredictable clenching of her muscles bringing him to a swift end deep inside his wife, hips thrusting forcefully as he pushes himself as deep as her body will allow with a load groan.
He collapses on top of her, dropping her legs from his shoulder as he falls to his elbows, shakily holding himself just above her as they come down from their respective highs.
He can't help but plant another kiss on her nose as Asuna regains her senses. Eyes glassy with pleasure and a dried line of spit trailing from the corner of her mouth to her chin, she looks absolutely ruined and all too cute for Gen to resist.
"I love you" He murmurs, closing his eyes as he rubs his nose against hers.
"I love you too" She returns, linking her arms around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss. Soft and sweet but full of no less love than before the flames of passion consumed them.
As they lay in the afterglow, her head on his chest and his arm tucked behind her shoulders, words soft and eyes heavy, they simply bathe in each others presence.
And as they lay soft kisses to the matching silver rings on their fingers they know they'll be okay.
