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Neon Hearts & Silent Promises【Goro Takemura x Female reader】

Hello my chooms! Hope you are having a wonderful weekend! I wanted to give you a long story based on the results of the poll (I will link the poll for you) about you and Takemura being together. It will have some suggestive images and possibly content that might be offensive/triggering to some, so please be advised of the warnings. But I hope you enjoy the love, the passion, the rescue, and the sexy Takemura! Enjoy my lovies! Thank you all for your love and support! Stay awesome! :3

Here is the link to the poll. Feel free to message me if you would like me to make another story with a different character: Cyberpunk 2077 POLL

Storyline: I don't want to spoil too much, but it consists of Takemura falling hard for you only after days of meeting you and then saving you from a bunch of goons.

『30 pages』『10, 566 words』

Warnings: forced smut (oral play, touching, smacking, slapping, etc.), female recieving oral pleasure, grabbing forcefully, suggestive images and clothing, curse words, sexual pleasure, vaginal penetration, gun violence, mention of blood, and much more. Viewer Discretion Highly Advised!

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Whispers of the Chrome Heart

Night city, filled with mercs, legends, corrupt cops, and your occasional do-gooder. It was a different life here in the city, you were either part of a gang, belonged to a megacorp, self employed, or was just….homeless. What a life to live right? It takes guts to live here, to survive the hustle and bustle of this great neon city. Citizens here would always say ‘choom, you either make it big here in Night City, or you die trying.’ They were right, because the city never gave happy endings unless you’re dying or almost dead. But, pushing past all the dark, grimy, and death-ridden parts of this city, there were two important people on the run, a merc, and a washed up body guard. Wonder if one will fall in love in spite of being loyal to his corp?

“You are reckless, V. One day it will cost you, your life” Takemura sighed in annoyance as he followed alongside V to find a decent hiding space for now.

“Relax Goro, I had it under control” V rolled her eyes as she proceeded towards the quaint little diner on Watson.

"Ah, yes. You had everything under control. That is why we were this close to losing our heads to Arasaka assassins."

“Well we’re still alive aren’t we” V chuckled, slowly sliding into the booth and waited for a waitress to come take their orders.

Takemura also slid into the booth, intertwining his fingers as he thought of how his very own employer betrayed him like that.

“Hi, what can I get y'all to drink?” You smiled cutely, passing them the menus and then grabbing your notepad to jot down their drink orders.

“Hmm can I get the strawberry milkshake please, and come back in a few minutes, I’m still deciding what I want to eat” V looked up at you as she ordered her drink.

“Sure hon, what about you sir?” You glanced over at the handsome man in front of you.

Takemura was a simple man; few things ever truly surprised him. But the moment he laid eyes on you, it was as if his mind short-circuited. For the first time in years, words failed him. “Uh… um…” He cleared his throat, trying to regain composure. “Apologies. May I… have green tea, please?” he finally managed, his usually firm voice uncharacteristically hesitant.

“Sure, I’ll put those in for you and be back in a second to get your food orders” you nodded, turning at your heels and proceeding towards the front counter to put the drink orders in and prepare them.

“What the hell was that Goro?” “Cat got ya tongue?” V snickered as she opened the menu and began to look around for something good to eat.

Takemura’s expression shifted from shock to something closer to disappointment—perhaps even mild annoyance. "I do not have time to entertain your idiotic questions, V. Instead of wasting breath, you should be thinking about our next move. Or have you forgotten that we are both targets of Arasaka?"

“Relax choom, I’m thinking about trying to find Evelyn Parker, she’s the one that organized this whole thing….she might know how to help me get rid of this chip.”

“Why do you believe she could help you remove the chip? Does a corporation help her?”

“Got no clue” V shrugged, deciding that she was going to order some pancakes with a side of hash browns.

“I know that Evelyn was knowledgeable about the Relic. Had a large chunk of classified info. An enigma to be sure, but she showed that slyness you get in corpo agents….you know the kind.”

“I, too, possess this ‘slyness’ you speak of,” Takemura huffed as he opened up the menu and also began to look at the different kinds of food.

“Of course you do, but for right now, why don’t we focus on filling our bellies with food before we go hungry.”

“Here you are, a strawberry milkshake for you sweetheart, and a green tea for you handsome” You cheekily smiled, handing the two their drinks and then pulled out your notepad again to jot down their food orders.

Takemura, ever the composed man, reached for his tea—only for his hand to freeze midair. His sharp eyes flicked up to you, and for the first time in a long while, he was at a loss for words.

"Handsome?"

A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face—shock, intrigue, maybe even a hint of embarrassment. He cleared his throat, quickly regaining his usual stiff demeanor.

“Hmph. Flattery will not earn you a larger tip,” he muttered, bringing the tea to his lips, though the slight warmth on his ears betrayed him.

Meanwhile, V nearly choked on her milkshake, clearly enjoying the rare sight of Takemura being caught off guard.

“I wasn’t asking for a big tip handsome, I was simply being kind” you chuckled at his reaction, and then focused on the task at hand. “So, what can I get you two to eat?”

“Could I get three pancakes, with a side of hash browns? Appreciate it” V smiled, closing the menu and then handing it to you.

“Sure hon, and for you?”

“A bit late for breakfast, is it not, V?” Takemura raised his brow in amusement at how people of Night City ate anything at all hours of the day and night.

“Na, you just haven’t tried her pancakes before.”

“You have been here before?” He questioned in curiosity.

“She’s here all the time. When she finishes one of her gigs, she would always stop by to grab my famous pancakes and hash browns” You laughed, nudging V’s shoulder a bit.

“Yeah, that is true, but fuck man…your pancakes, y/n, are amazing.”

“Hmm, I suppose I shall have what she is having, then.” Takemura spoke with intrigue, closing the menu and handing it to you.

“Of course, I shall have those ready for you as soon as I can” you nodded, grabbing the menus and quickly rushed to the kitchen.

As you left, Takemura stayed staring at you, as if he was drawn to you in some way. “Hmm.”

“Take a picture Goro, it’ll last longer” V teased him while sipping on her strawberry milkshake.

“Do not tease me, V.” He grumbled, his eyes narrowing slightly, though there was an undeniable hint of frustration mixed with something else. He couldn’t quite place it.

“I wasn’t teasing, I was merely saying to take a picture of her so you can remember her.”

“I-” He went silent, not wanting to entertain V in her silly shenanigans.

As V continued to tease the poor old man, you went into the kitchen to start cooking your famous pancakes. “Hey John, I need to borrow the flat top for a minute, I need to make my famous pancakes.”

“Sure, no problem” John smiled, stepping aside to scroll through his phone while he waited for you to finish.

Once he stepped aside, you began to make the batter, mixing the normal ingredients needed to make your pancakes.

“Hmm hmmm” you hummed to yourself, grabbing a rounded spoon, scooped up some of the batter, and then poured it onto the flattop; making sure to evenly spread it.

“You seem to be happy girl, what's on ya mind?” John looked up from his phone, wanting to be nosy.

“Nothing that you should concern yourself with John” you teased with a chuckle, flipping the six pancakes once they were ready to be flipped.

“Oh come on y/n, don't leave me hanging, please!”

“Aww you're so cute when you beg” you joked and sighed deeply. “Fine, there's an older man out there and….he's kind of handsome.”

“Wow, I'm amazed that you're into dudes.”

“Hey!” You turned your head to glare at him.

“What? It's true, you've always been close to that merc from the Afterlife…what's her name…um….uh…”.

“You mean V? No, she's just nice with me, and knows that I've had to fight tooth and nail to survive in this fucking city.”

“Don't we all” John spoke with a sarcastic tone as he glanced over to the ticket machine and saw tickets being printed out. “Oop, be right back darling, got orders to fill.”

“Yeah, yeah” you shrugged, finishing up the pancakes and then went about to cook the hash browns.

Within a few minutes, you brought out the food to V and this Goro. “Here you are guys, pancakes and hash browns,” you smiled.

“Aww fuck yes!” V hummed in hunger, quickly grabbing the knife and fork from you and began to dig in without a second thought.

“What is this…?” Takemura looked down at the confetti pancakes, clearly taken aback by the vibrant mix of colors, whipped cream, and sprinkles. His brow furrowed, but there was a flicker of something soft in his gaze.

“Those are my famous confetti pancakes” you giggled cutely, handing him his fork and knife.

“Oh” he nodded slowly, glancing up at you, noticing your smile that made his chest tighten. Your kindness, your attention to detail—he wasn’t used to being treated like this in Night City, especially not by someone who seemed so genuine.

After a brief moment, Takemura cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. “This… is highly unconventional, but…” His voice softened slightly as his lips tugged upward in the smallest of smiles—something genuine, something warm. “I suppose I will try it.”

His eyes lingered on you a little longer than he intended, but there was no going back now. He couldn’t deny the flutter in his chest every time you looked at him.

“Well, I shall get back to my duties, but if you need anything else, I'm just a call away” you winked at Takemura and then went about to help the other customers.

“Mmm, fuck me…this tastes so good Takemura, come on, try it” V enticed him while having her mouth stuffed.

Takemura shot V an annoying glare before he cut a piece of the confetti pancakes and then took a bite of it. Within seconds, he was hit with a wave of sweet and savory.

“Incredible. I did not expect such flavor” He nearly gasped, again glancing up at you to smile.

Noticing this Takemura looking at you with a genuine smile, caused a deep blush to form across your cheeks. “Ah” you quickly rushed into the kitchen, trying to hide your blush from him.

After a few minutes, both V and Takemura sat in the booth with happy bellies. “Come on, out with it Goro, you know you enjoyed the food.”

“Hmm, I must agree—it was indeed delicious and rich in flavor. However, I still prefer the cuisine from my homeland.”

Despite his composed demeanor, there’s a small hesitation in his voice, betraying the truth he refuses to admit. The warmth of the meal lingers on his tongue, but more than that, it’s the way you made it that truly lingers in his mind.

“Y/n, sweet heart, can I get the check?!” She waved to you.

“Oh coming V!” You called to her from the kitchen.

“So, how was it?” You smiled at both of them, placing this decently sized Ipad onto the table and then placed your hands onto your hips, waiting for them to tell you how the food was.

“Argh, y/n, it was amazing and Goro over here is lying through his teeth and found the food to be super delicious”

“I was not lying” Takemura shook his head while crossing his arms.

“Oh that's good to hear that you both enjoyed the food I made.”

“Of course” V smiled, waving her hand over the IPad and paying the tab.

Without a word, Takemura pulled out a carefully folded bill—more than generous for the price of the meal—and placed it gently on the counter, just within your reach.

“For the pancakes… and the effort.” His voice was low, but sincere. His eyes lingered on you a moment longer than necessary, the corner of his mouth twitching—nearly a smile.

“You take great pride in your work. It shows.”

Then, with a respectful nod, he turned to leave with V—heart beating a touch faster than he’d ever admit.

As you stood there, your heart skipped a beat, finding the way he spoke to you and the way he treated you to be so sweet and genuine; not like the many customers you had to deal with.

“Aww” you sighed happily, until you were interrupted by a customer shouting for you to fill his coffee cup. “Ugh, I'm coming, give me one second” you sighed in annoyance.

For a while, this Takemura had been visiting the diner you worked at for days on end. It felt a bit strange at first, but you got used to seeing his sweet handsome face.

“Hello again, Takemura” you cutely smiled, handing him his cup of green tea.

“Hello, y/n. It is good to see you again.” He smiled softly, the expression rare but unmistakably warm—meant just for you.

“Where's V?”

“Probably out doing what mercs usually do.”

“I suppose, would you like anything else?” You asked him.

“No, thank you though.” He nodded politely, his usual composed demeanor in place.

“Holler if you need me.” You added, giving him a warm look before stepping away.

As you went about to take care of the customers, he softly placed his chin on the palm of his hand, watching you bustle around the diner with that soft energy that had drawn him in from day one. He’d memorized your routine, the way you hummed when focused, the shy smile you gave when your eyes met with his. You were beautiful, sweet, kind, something rare to be found in this city. For the first time in years, he felt something stir deep inside, something he couldn’t ignore.

“Takemura….Takemura?” You gently placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to shake him awake.

“Huh?” He jumped awake, looking around to find there was no one else in the diner but him.

“We're closing up.”

“My apologies… I must have dozed off.” He yawned, wiping his eyes with one hand as he stood from the booth. But in his groggy state, he nearly bumped into you.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry!” He gasped, quickly stepping back, his face flushing slightly in embarrassment.

“Ah!” You gasped as well, both the palms of your hands gently pressed onto his chest to steady yourself. Yet, as you stood there, looking deep into his eyes, you felt yourself slowly turning into a mushy paste. The warmth of his body, the sincerity in his gaze—it was hard to focus on anything else.

Takemura found himself not moving a muscle, his gaze staring deep into your own. He was memorized by your soft eyes. “Y/n” he managed to whisper.

When he whispered your name, you felt yourself leaning in close to him, your mouth slightly parting.

He did the same, slowly leaning in close, his tall figure looming over you like an animal in heat.

“Takemura” you whispered his name, but the moment was suddenly interrupted.

“Uh knock, knock” V leaned against the doorway of the entrance, crossing her arms with a smirk plastered into her face.

“V, what brings you by?” Takemura asked, his voice steady, though there was an almost imperceptible edge to it. He held in the grumble that threatened to slip out, not wanting to seem angry, especially when he was so close to having a more intimate moment with you. His eyes briefly flickered to you before he quickly masked his irritation, focusing back on V with a polite yet firm expression.

“I guess that's my cue, have a goodnight you two” a deep blush formed across your cheeks as you pulled your purse close to you and quickly headed out of the diner.

“Night y/n” V chuckled before she stood straight and approached Takemura. “Did I interrupt anything?”

“Why are you here?” Takemura asked while disregarding V's question.

“I wanted to let you know that Evelyn was a dead end. But I'm going to try to track down Hellman now.”

“You could have simply called me, V, and not come by.” Takemura’s tone was calm but with a hint of seriousness, his eyes scanning the area cautiously. “We can’t be seen outside too much.”

“I think you should worry about yourself since you're always here at the diner staring at her.”

“Excuse me?” He narrowed his eyes slightly, the sharpness in his tone more out of defense than anger. He wanted her to explain what she meant… precisely.

“You heard me,” V teased, smirking. “I saw the way you looked at her… well, continue looking at her. You’re in love.” She gave a small, knowing laugh.

Takemura stiffened, jaw tightening. “…That is a bold assumption,” he said quietly, but the flicker of guilt—or maybe truth—in his gaze betrayed him. “And one you should not speak of so loudly.”

Still, his voice lacked the usual coldness. If anything, it held a strange warmth.

“She is… remarkable. That is all I will say.”

“Then why don't you ask her out for god's sake” V crossed her arms, giving him a pointed look as she leaned against the wall.

Takemura’s gaze dropped for a moment, his jaw tightening again.

“She would not want to go out with a man who belongs to Arasaka…” he said quietly, almost bitterly. “I have already seen how people in Night City look at me—with suspicion… with distaste. Especially when they learn who I served.”

“She is kind. Gentle. She deserves peace—not shadows following her.”

“That is true, there are a lot of people here that don't like ‘saka scum, but…..I saw the way she looked at you. She genuinely seemed to like you” She shrugged, stretching her arms out. “Well, I'll leave you to it, have a goodnight Goro.”

“You as well V” Takemura sighed, stepping out of the diner and went to the motel he was staying at to think about what she had said.

Morning came quicker than usual, Takemura quickly got dressed and arrived at the diner on time, just as he had for the past few days. But today, something was off. No warm smile. No shy greeting. No tray of pancakes topped with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles.

You weren't there.

He waited a few minutes. Then a few more. Something in his chest tightened.

“You lookin’ for your girl?” John, the cook behind the counter asked, wiping his hands. “She didn't come in today. Didn't call either. That ain't like her.”

Takemura's blood ran cold, something definitely was wrong.

“Are you certain she did not call? Leave a message somewhere? A note?” His hands clenched at his sides, tension creeping into every word. He didn’t want to sound panicked, but the gnawing in his gut was growing stronger with every second.

“Now I told ya she didn't, so stop asking me” John rolled his eyes.

“Yo John, refill will ya?” A customer called to John.

“I'm coming dammit” John sighed as he grabbed the glass carafe that had hot brewed coffee within to pour for the customer.

Takemura growled in worry, the sudden surge of panic almost making his heart race. He stood up sharply from the table he was sitting at, his chair scraping loudly against the floor as he rushed outside, his thoughts a whirlwind of dread.

Takemura’s jaw tightened, the gnawing worry in his gut refusing to subside. Without another thought, he tapped his temple, activating his cyberware to make the call to V. His voice was low, but urgent as he spoke into the air.

“What's up Goro?” V answered with curiosity.

“V, something is wrong.” His voice reverberated in the calm of the streets, every word laced with mounting frustration. “Y/n hasn’t shown up for her shift. No call, no message. She wouldn’t just disappear like this.”

He paced outside the diner, his eyes scanning the surrounding area, a deep sense of unease tightening his chest.

“Woah, woah, slow down, she's missing? You sure she didn't call in sick or something?”

“No, because that damn cook told me she didn’t call, nor leave anything.” Takemura’s voice was sharp, tinged with growing desperation. His knuckles whitened as he balled his hand into a fist, the raw emotion seeping through his words. “Please, V, you have to help me find her!”

“Alright, alright, relax, we'll find her Goro. I'm gonna send you some coords, meet me there and we can discuss how to find her.”

"Understood. I will see you soon.”

While Goro headed to the coordinates V had given him, you were being dragged out of the van by a group of Tyger Claws.

“Let me go!” You shouted, struggling against their grip.

“Oi….look at this one. Feisty, but got that sweet, innocent look. Clouds would kill for a doll like her” one tyger claw spoke with a smirk as he eyed you closely.

“Tch, nah. That kind of ass? Perfect for Kenji--you know he loves breaking in the pretty ones.”

“Hai….he'd take his time with her. Make her beg” the tyger claw male nodded, stepping closer to you and lifted your chin.

“Don't touch me!” You slapped his hand away.

The tyger claw growled in anger, raising his hand and slapping you across the face.

“Ah!” You winced, cupping your cheek and felt tears swelling in your eyes.

“Look at you… so delicate. You gonna cry, cutie?” He paused, tilting his head with a cruel smirk. “…Good. I like when you girls cry.”

His laughter was cold, sharp—then his hand clamped around your arm, vicious and unforgiving, dragging you toward the back without a second thought.

“I guess Yasui is going to have fun with her first” another tyger claw male laughed as waved to the others to help him unload the truck full of stolen supplies they had taken from stall owners.

“No, no please!” You screamed, struggling against his grasp.

Yasui snarled, voice low and seething, “Should’ve kept that pretty mouth shut.” He shoved you hard, the back of your legs hitting a wooden chair as you stumbled into it.

“Now I’ve got no choice…” he growled, stepping closer, “…I have to punish you.” His gaze darkened, slow and predatory. “Strip.”

“W-What?” You gasped in shock.

Yasui's eyes narrowed, his voice rising with venom. “Are you deaf?” he barked, stepping forward. “Take your clothes off, you dumb bitch!”

“I…I won't…” you sniffled, tears dripping down your cheeks.

Yasui’s lip curled into a snarl as he flipped open his switchblade with a click. “Do it,” he hissed, stepping closer. “Or I cut you.”

Holding back your whimpers, you stood from the chair and began to slowly strip in front of this man.

Yasui groaned in hunger as he watched you slowly strip, starting with your shirt, then your bra, followed by your pants, and finally your panties. “Fuck, you look good,” he hummed, grasping your face and using his tongue to lick it.

“Ugh….you’re a fucking pig” you murmured underneath your breathe.

“Pig? I was expecting you to say monster” he laughed, kicking the wooden chair to the side and then shoved you onto the dirty bed in the corner.

“Fuck, let’s see how much pain you can take” Yasui bite his bottom lip as he unzipped his pants.

"V, it is Takemura. Open the door, now." Takemura banged onto the apartment door.

With quick movements, V opened the door, allowing for him to enter her home. “Okay, okay, no need to bang on my fucking door.”

"I apologize... I am just... worried about y/n." He exhales sharply, his mind racing with thoughts of what might have happened to you.

“I can see that” she rolled her eyes, turning around and approaching her couch to grab the trash of the fast food she had been eating to throw it out.

"Do you have any contacts... anyone who might help find where she lives?"

“Hmm, yeah, give me a second” V nodded, throwing away the trash and then pulled up her interface to call Regina.

“V” Regina answered her call with enthusiasm.

“Hey Regina, sorry to bother, but I need help in finding a missing girl. I am assuming she lives here in Watson, so that should narrow down your search, but the rest I do not know.”

“Hmmm, I can track down this missing girl. What’s her name, and why am I getting involved?” Regina crossed her arms, her curiosity piqued. She wanted to know why V cared about this girl, but more than that, she needed to be sure she wasn’t getting herself tangled up in something she wouldn’t be able to escape.

“Uh…she’s an old friend of mine that has gone missing and I need to find her. Her name is y/n.”

“That seems very ominous V, but whatever, I can get you her coords in a few minutes.”

“Thanks Regina, I owe ya one.”

“Yeah you do” Regina joked and then hung up the call to get started in searching for your apartment.

“Okay Goro, so my contact is going to find us some coords of where y/n lives” V relayed the information to Takemura and then proceeded to her bathroom to get changed.

"Good. The sooner we find her, the sooner I can tell her that... I cannot be without her." He let his guard down for a moment, something rare for him.

“Argh” Yasui let out a pleasurable groan as he filled your throat with his cum. “Fuck...” Yasui’s eyes darkened, his voice low and almost admiring as he pulled his dick out of your mouth. “You’ve got a real good mouth.”

“Ugh..” you nearly gagged as his semen dripped down your chin, your eyes glazed over from the tears that continued to fill your eyes.

“Yasui, what the fuck are you doing?” A well dressed man spoke as he pushed aside the bead curtains and saw the sight before him. “Why the hell do you have a girl back here?”

“Sorry, aniki,” he said with a grin, his tone smooth. “Was just breakin’ her in for ya.” {Translation: aniki=brother}

“Breaking her in-?” the well dressed man noticed how innocent you looked, causing his pants to tighten. “Shit.” “Why didn’t you tell me about this girl before, look how delicious she looks” he laughed, kneeling down in front of you to get a good look.

“Mm…” you let out a whimper, trying to cover yourself.

“Yes, you would do lovely as my personal doll” the man grasped the back of your head to further inspect you.

“Ya want me to wash her up aniki? Make her presentable for you and the buyers we are expecting?” Yasui asked with a smirk plastered onto his face.

“Please do, and put that dress I have in that locker on her.” “You’re going to look very sexy in that” he laughed again and then stood on his knees, exiting the side room to prepare himself for the meeting.

“Come on girly, time for a wash.”

“No, let me go!” you cried out in fear as Yasui dragged you towards the dirty bathroom to wash your body.

“Here we are, her apartment complex. Hmmm, strange, she lives in a decently clean neighborhood…strange for Watson” V rubbed her chin in curiosity.

"V, can you access the nearby camera systems? Perhaps we can find a video of where she might have gone."

“Yeah I can hack them” She nodded, looking up at the camera that was above her and hacking into it. Once she hacked it, she began to scan through the different time stamped videos of people coming and going from the complex. Yet, within seconds she pulled up a video time stamped to 4 hours ago, of you walking towards the stalls across the street.

“What do you see?”

“I see her walking out towards the stalls across the street, she was getting a coffee and then-” V went silent when she saw a white van with a Tyger Claw insignia on it approach the vendors and begin shooting up the area. Then, a group of them approached you and dragged you into their van before speeding out of the place.

“Shit….this doesn’t look good V” Johnny’s voice spoke to her.

“No it doesn’t Johnny, especially it being Tyger Claws…I don’t know how the hell I am going to break it to Takemura.”

“Just tell the fucking ‘saka scum what happened to her. There’s no need to sugarcoat it” Johnny groaned in annoyance at how you were tiptoeing around the matter.

“Johnny, it isn’t that simple. Takemura shows care for this girl and…..honestly….I can’t just be an asshole about it” V sighed, exiting the interface and then turned to face Takemura.

"So, what have you found?" He asked, crossing his arms, his gaze steady as he waited for her response.

“She was taken…..by Tyger Claws after they were raiding vendors across the street. Listen, I know you are about to raise hell, but we need to be calm and collective about this.”

When Takemura heard what happened to you, he stayed silent, but within was a boiling rage that was close to overflowing. “Where did they take her?”

“I am not sure, but I know the right person to ask, come on” V gestured him to follow her to her Caliburn.

“V, so nice to see you.” “And your charming friend is…?”

“Wakako, good to see you too. And we are workin’ together, that’s all.”

“Goro Takemura. The honor is mine, Okada-san” Takemura spoke in his native tongue while bowing his head in respect to her.

“Haaa…..a true gentleman” Wakako chuckled a bit, standing onto her two feet. “Shame, only, that he’s being hunted by all Arasaka’s tin soldiers.” “And you, V, bring him to my door.” “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t notify the proper ‘authorities’ right away.”

“We came with biz, and you love to make eddies.”

“Hmm, very true, but my patience runs thin V. What do you need?” Wakako sighed as she sat right back down in her chair.

“I know you have contact with the Tyger Claws. We need information about the whereabouts of a girl they had kidnapped.”

“My, you must really care about this girl.”

Takemura glanced down for a moment, a flicker of something deeper in his eyes, before he spoke with unwavering seriousness, his voice steady yet carrying a hint of the burden he carried. “...Yes, I do.”

“Hmm, there is a meeting going down in the Clouds tower, top floor.” “I will give you access to the freight elevator in the back.” “If you want to find her, she would most likely be there.” “But, a word of caution for your friend V, it is a…..how do you call it….a place where desires are bought and sold."

“Oh shit” V shook her head in worry.

Takemura understood what Wakako meant, “Will it be dark... on the top floor?”

“Slightly dark, with lots of lights flashing and smoke in the air. Should give you two enough cover to rescue your girl.”

“Thanks Wakako, what do I owe ya?”

Wakako spoke with distaste, her eyes cold as she stood from her chair again, the elegance of her movement hiding the venom in her words.

“Nothing, V. Just make sure you kill that son of a bitch Kenji for me... and bring me his sword... the family heirloom he stole.”

She slid a shard across the table, the access code to the freight elevator of Clouds glinting ominously in the dim light.

Hesitant at first, V grabbed the shard and inserted it into her neck slot, “Thanks again Wakako, I promise to bring you that sword.”

“Thank you V, and be careful Takemura…..the Tyger Claws are ruthless when it comes to girls” she softly spoke before sitting down and continuing her business.

“We appreciate this, Okada-san” Takemura bowed his head in respect again and exited Wakako’s office.

“Should we head to Clouds now?”

“Yeah, hop in my ride” V nodded to Takemura and led him to her Caliburn again to head to Clouds Tower.

“Aniki, here is your new prized doll” Yasui chuckled with a crooked grin.

As this Yasui pulled you forward, you blushed madly, feeling embarrassed that you were basically half naked in front of this man.

“My, my, such a sultry sight” Kenji smirked hungrily, approaching you and then held your arm tightly. “Did you make sure she was properly cleaned?”

“Yes I did, inside and out.”

“Mmmm, she still has her cherry?” Kenji questioned while dragging you towards the elevator that led to the top floors of Clouds.

"Tch, yeah she does” Yasui chuckled, mocking you in a way.

“She’s awfully quiet, strange for an innocent face like hers.”

"Cause I taught her what happens when she mouths off.”

Kenji nodded, pleased with his second in command, “Hmm, the investors I will be speaking with will love to hear how you break in the girls better than me.”

“I am sure they will sir” Yasui nodded in respect to his boss and entered the elevator after him.

“Please let me go-” you tried to speak but Yasui grabbed you by the back of your head.

“What did I say about speaking without permission, hmm?”

“I-I’m sorry….sir…” you whimpered in fear, trying to contain your tears that were swelling in your eyes again.

"Iiko da na…" Yasui's mouth twisted in amusement. (いい子だな – “What a good girl.”)

Once the elevator doors swung open, you were hit with blaring music, flashing lights, white smoke, and half naked girls dancing on poles. “Oh my gosh..” you gasped in fear.

{Skip to 9:48 for the song playing in the background of the scene}

“Come on my beautiful toy, let’s get this deal done” Kenji smirked proudly as he entered the ‘second club’ that was for higher ups and not for the common man.

“Yasui, do you want a drink?” the bartender called to him through the blaring music.

“Sure, you know what I want!” Yasui shouted back to him as he followed his boss.

“You got it!” the bartender smiled as he went about to make his drink.

While you were helplessly being dragged, you noticed the men who were watching the dancing girls on the poles begin to stare at you, as if they were undressing you with their eyes. This place…was terrifying….especially for an innocent girl like yourself. You rarely drank alcohol, and rarely went to clubs or lavish parties. You were a simple girl trying to make her way through Night City, but of course, the city always finds a way to fuck you in the ass.

“Kenji, good to see you!” Another finely dressed man spoke as he stood from the couch he was lounging at with his associate once he entered the blacked out booth they were in.

“Ah, Mr. Landling. A pleasure to see you again” Kenji spoke to him while handing you to Yasui and extending his hand for Landling to shake.

Landling smiled, shaking his hand in respect, “Likewise, and you know my associate, Samuel.”

“Pleasure” Kenji bowed his head in respect and then sat on the couch to start discussing the deal made between him and Militech.

“I hate to be nosy, but who is this fine specimen here?” Landling curiously asked. “Is she new?” “I was scrolling through your catalog of dolls here at Clouds and I did not see her listed.”

“Ah, yes, she is going to be a new doll after my second in command fully breaks her in.” “Speaking of him, he truly is gifted in his ways, better than me in fact.” “This girl came in feisty as ever, fighting, screaming, shouting, being too rowdy.” “But, when he got a hold of her, she went from rebellious to submissive in a second.”

“Really?” “Wow, I am impressed.” “He would be good for training new girls we find for you Kenji.”

“Indeed.” “Now, why don’t we discuss the next phase of our agreement while this beautiful doll dances for us…Yasui please” Kenji gestured to his second in command.

“Alright girly, you are going to get up on this small stage in front of my boss and dance on that pole, is that clear?” he spoke with venom laced in his voice.

“I-I won’t do it….y-you can’t make me…” you shook your head in fear.

“Oh you won’t? If you don’t get up on that stage right now, I will push my fingers far deeper in you than I did when I was washing your dirty body.”

“Fuck you” you glared at him, not moving an inch towards the little stage.

“What the hell did you say, bitch?” he growled, his hand tearing through the air and slapping your cheek viciously. He then grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. “You better get your ass up on that stage... or I’ll fuck you raw right here.”

With slight hesitation, you slowly got onto the stage, looking at the three men that sat on the couch, waiting for you to entertain them with your half naked body. Still trying to hold back your tears, you obediently grabbed onto the pole and began to sway your hips side to side. This felt wrong, embarrassing even that these men were staring at you, eating your exposed body with their eyes and lips; oh how you wished you would’ve never gone to the food stalls to get a cup of coffee.

“Mmm damn, she got some meat on those thighs, oh how I want to eat her up” Landling’s associate spoke out as his groin became hard in his pants.

“If you bid for her, I might allow that,” Kenji laughed darkly, looking over at the bartender who handed Yasui the drink he had ordered. “You there, get my colleagues here a drink!”

“Of course sir!” The bartender gave a thumbs up to Kenji and went to get a bottle and a few glasses for them.

Yasui sighed softly as he watched your hips sway with the beat of the music, “Fuck, she looks good” he hummed, taking a sip of his drink.

“What’s the starting bid, Kenji?” Langling’s associate questioned, already readying his eddies.

“We’ll start it at 10,000.”

“Well, I bet 15,000 for her.”

As the men bid back and forth for you, V and Takemura were already at Clouds, readying themselves to enter the ‘secret top floor VIP club’ that Kenji had.

"Everything is in order?"

“Yeah, I’m glad that Wakako was thinking ahead and also gave us fake IDs to get into the club.”

"Why would we require fake IDs if entry to the club is unrestricted?"

“Not this club Takemura, this is a secret VIP club run by the asshole that stole Wakako’s family heirloom and they only allow in specific clients.”

"To purchase the dolls, correct?" Takemura questioned, his voice laced with barely contained fury.

“Yeah….this whole building needs to be shut down to be honest” V sighed in anger, opening up the freight elevator and entered.

Takemura did the same, entering after V and pressed the button to the secret VIP club. “I hope she is alright.”

“We’ll find her Takemura, I give you my word.”

“Thank you, V.”

Within a few minutes, the elevator doors opened to the back rooms, which contained boxes, alcohol, and lots of other things. “Prepare yourself Goro, you’re about to see some fucked up shit.”

“You need not warn me, V. I have witnessed far worse.”

“Ya better tell me later what you’ve seen that is far worse than this when we are done” V chuckled and exited the back rooms and into the club, the flashing lights already blinding her. “Split up, we can cover more ground.”

“Understood” Takemura nodded to V and began to walk around the floor, trying to avert his gaze to the half naked women who were dancing on the stage.

“Yes, shake that ass!” a man shouted to the girl who was twerking her ass in his face.

“Tch... these pathetic men.” Takemura growled in disgust. "She must be here... somewhere." he whispered to himself, pressing on until he noticed a blacked out booth in the corner. "V. There is a blacked-out booth at the back of the club. Can you locate a port nearby—see if you can access it and get a visual from inside?"

“On it” V told Takemura through the holo before she went sneaking around to the staff only office where the access to the cameras was.

“「今のところ問題は見当たりません。何か変わったら、すぐに報告します。」” The engineer hung up the phone when he finished talking with whoever was on the other line and continued looking at the screen that had views of all the cameras in the club. (Translation: "There are no problems that I can see. If anything changes, I'll update you immediately.")

With quick movements, V subdued the man by choking him out, making sure to shove his limp body into the disposal bin that was in the corner. Then she rushed over to the camera system and used her neurouplink to hack into the camera feeds.

“Wow, never knew a girl like her would look good in such an outfit” Johnny commented on your appearance once he saw you through the camera feeds.

“Shut up Johnny” V growled in annoyance and then called Takemura through the holo. “Goro, I found our girl, she’s in that booth.”

"Is she all right?

“Uh…yeah….she looks okay but we need to find a way in” She lied, not wanting him to go stir crazy; she needed him focused and calm.

“What do you propose?” Takemura asked.

“Uh……see that bartender that is preparing the drinks, keep him there, I got an idea” V hung up the call and pulled out her uplink. Quickly rushing over to the lockers that were in the next room, she pulled on an elegant yet sexy dress and proceeded out of the room to meet up with Takemura.

Takemura nodded to himself, turning at his heels and approaching the bartender. "Pardon me. Would you happen to know where I can order one of these dolls?"

“Hmphm, sir, I am not the right person to be asking that question. If you want a doll, go ask the girl in blue over there” The bartender shook his head as he grabbed the tray, readying himself to bring the drinks over to Kenji.

“Heyy” V smiled cockily as she approached Takemura from the side. “Listen, how about I take those drinks to the men in that booth over there for ya?”

“Who the fuck are you?” The bartender frowned, wondering why the hell this surprisingly attractive woman was asking him to give her the drinks to serve. “Are you even a client?” “I’m going to have to call secur-”

“You don’t need to do that” V spoke in a drunken tone of voice, using her online bank account to send the bartender a decent amount of eddies. “That should entice you to give me the drinks.”

Without question, the bartender handed V the drinks and went about his other business. “Preem” she chuckled, grabbing the tray and turned to face Takemura who seemed slightly confused.

"Why are you dressed so... revealingly, V?”

"I’m blending in. Besides, none of those guys are gonna question who I am when I am dressed like this.”

Takemura sighed, shaking his head slowly, "I sincerely hope you know what you're doing..."

“I got this, just wait outside the booth while I fuck those bastards up” V said as she quickly strutted over to the booth. Once the doors slid up, she entered, acting all clumsy and innocent. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry!” V gasped as she spilled the bottle of whiskey onto the man that was close to the stripper pole.

Yasui jumped slightly at the warm liquid being spilled over his nicely tailored suit, “Ugh, you clumsy bitch!” he shouted, grabbing a handkerchief he had in his pocket and trying to wipe the stain out.

“Ha, better go to the bathroom to get that cleaned up,” Kenji laughed, waving to the clumsy girl. “It’s okay sexy, at least you didn’t spill all of it.”

“Yeahhh” V laughed cutely, walking seductively towards the men.

A soft gasp escaped your lips when you noticed V was here, a feeling of hope rising within you. “Ah, no!” You whimpered when Langling’s associate pulled you closer on his lap, his boner pressing against your ass.

“Your thighs would do lovely on my dick darlin’” he chuckled, glancing over at the clumsy girl, hoping that there was enough whiskey in that bottle for him to drink.

"Scuse me, gents. Gotta take care of this little stain on my suit” Yasui sighed in anger, exiting out of the booth and heading towards the bathroom.

Takemura, taking notice of the man leaving the booth, followed after him.

“Yes, come here, baby. Pour us some drinks.” Kenji gestured for the girl to approach.

“Of course, honey!” V smirked deviously, her eyes glinting with mischief. She dropped the tray to the floor, the glass shattering instantly. In one smooth motion, she drew her pistol and fired, taking out the man standing next to Kenji and the one holding you.

A soft scream slipped from your lips as you scrambled away from the associate, retreating to the other side of the couch, your body trembling with fear.

Kenji cursed, raising his hands in a futile gesture of surrender. "What the hell do you want?" “The girl, you can’t have her, she’s already been bought,” he spat, eyes wild with fury.

“You alright y/n?” V asked you with softness in her voice.

“Yeah, for now thanks V” you nodded.

“Where is it Kenji?”

"Where’s what? And how the hell do you know my name?" he said, disbelief clear in his voice.

V's lips curled into a smirk, a glint of amusement in her eyes as she held her weapon steady. "I’ve got my ways," she replied coolly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And as for what...you stole something from a certain fixer who knows the bosses of the Tyger Claws.”

Kenji’s heart sunk as he put the pieces together of who this merc was referring to, “Fuck…”.

In the bathroom, the bright overhead light reflected off the white tiles, the sound of running water filled the air as Yasui stood at the sink, scrubbing at the alcohol stain on his shirt. He muttered to himself, frustration creeping into his voice, his back facing to the door when Takemura entered, silent as a shadow.

“Damn it……. that stupid bitch spilled that crap all over me. Can’t even get a good job done without—” He froze as he heard the door creak, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. Slowly, he turned around, his eyes narrowing when he saw Takemura standing in the doorway, his katana already in hand.

"You." Takemura spoke coldly.

Yasui smirked nervously, trying to play it cool, "Yo, what’s this? Lost, old man? This ain’t your usual turf, Arasaka dog. What the hell you want?"

“I want answers. Why did you thugs take that girl that is in the booth you came out of?”

Takemura pointed his katana towards Yasui, glaring daggers at him, his voice steady and calm but filled with menace.

Yasui froze for a moment, caught off guard by the deadly focus Takemura had on him. But it didn't take long for the smug grin to return to his face. He laughed, clearly uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny, but still trying to act tough, as though he were in control.

"Heh, so now you're playin' the damn knight in shining armor, huh? Think I’m gonna spill my guts just 'cause you’re brandishin’ that sword at me? You’re wastin' your time, choom. Not gonna happen."

He took a step back, trying to put some distance between them, though his eyes never left Takemura. He was sweating now, but tried his best to keep up the cocky act. "But since you’re so insistent..."

Yasui raised his hands in mock surrender, playing it off as a joke, though his eyes darted toward the door as if looking for an escape route. He wasn’t as confident as he wanted Takemura to believe.

"You want the truth? Fine. We took her ‘cause she was an easy target. She’s got that whole 'innocent girl' thing goin' on, y’know? All pure, all untouched. Easy pickings." He chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with a twisted sense of pride. "Had to have her. She’s perfect for what we do. A little clean-up, and bam—she’s ours. Easy as that."

Takemura’s grip on the katana tightened, his expression unreadable as the words fell from Yasui’s mouth. But he didn’t interrupt.

Yasui’s eyes gleamed with malicious amusement, "You shoulda seen her face when she figured out what was goin' down. She didn’t have a damn clue what was comin’. It was... almost too easy."

He took another step back, trying to recover some of his bravado, but his voice wavered ever so slightly. "She didn’t even put up much of a fight. Easy pickings."

Takemura’s gaze darkened. He stepped forward, the tip of his katana moving dangerously close to Yasui’s throat, but still, Yasui didn’t back down—his cockiness hanging by a thread.

"Who gave the order?" Takemura spoke softly, yet there was a chilling edge to his voice, each word laced with quiet menace.

Yasui paused, his grin faltering for a split second. The question seemed to hit him harder than expected, but he quickly recovered, turning his head to the side as if considering the best answer to give.

"Who gave the order? Come on, man, this was business. This was my job—my job. Don’t need to know who’s pullin’ the strings. But hey, you can call it a 'personal project.' She was just... too tempting to leave alone."

Takemura’s jaw clenched, and the air between them grew thicker with the tension.

Yasui’s eyes narrowed slightly, watching the way Takemura’s body tensed, sensing that the Arasaka dog was done with this game.

"You think you can save her? Nah. She belongs to my boss now. So why don’t you put that sword down and go home? This is over for you,” Kenji spoke with a hollow chuckle.

Takemura’s eyes never left Kenji. He could feel the rage building inside him, but he kept his composure, not allowing his emotions to get the better of him. With a flick of his wrist, he raised the katana, the blade gleaming as he stepped forward once more. Yasui’s smugness faltered as he realized the gravity of the situation.

"You think this is over?" Takemura spoke with ice in his voice.

Yasui’s cocky demeanor finally cracked. He looked like he wanted to say something, but his words died on his lips as Takemura advanced, the air charged with a lethal intensity. Yasui raised his hands in a last-ditch effort to ward him off.

"Wait, man, come on! It was just a job! She’s fine, alright? She’s fine!" "G-Go to the booth yourself… s-she’s in there with my boss and his investors… come on, you don’t need to kill me…" Yasui pleaded with him, his whole ‘tough guy’ act instantly faltering.

But Takemura wasn’t listening. He had heard enough.

With a swift, precise movement, Takemura slashed his katana across Yasui’s chest, the blade slicing through his shirt and leaving a deep, bloody gash.

Yasui gasped, stumbling backward, his cocky smirk replaced by pain and panic. "What... the hell are you doing?!"

Takemura didn’t speak. His eyes remained cold, focused entirely on the man before him. In one more fluid motion, Takemura brought the katana up, cutting through the air with an expert swing.

Yasui had no time to react as the blade sliced across his arm, severing it cleanly from his body. The stump bled profusely, and he screamed in agony, falling to the floor in a heap."You fucking bastard!"

Takemura stood over him, his katana still raised. The man was trembling, his cocky demeanor completely shattered.

"You will not harm anyone again,” Takemura said in a low, steady voice.

Without another word, Takemura raised his katana one last time, bringing it down swiftly. The blade sliced through Kenji’s throat, silencing him forever. The blood pooled beneath the man’s body as he fell limp, his eyes wide with the terror of his final moments.

Takemura stood over him, breathing deeply, wiping the blood from his katana with a practiced motion. His focus soon shifted from Kenji to you as he stepped out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened.

“It’s in my office….go on take it….” Kenji sighed in defeat, dropping his hands and placing them onto his thighs.

“Hmphm” V chuckled, holstering her gun and approaching you. “Come on y/n, let’s get ya home” she smiled softly.

“Thank you” you sniffled, wiping away the tears that were already dripping down your cheeks and stood from the couch, quickly standing next to V so that she could lead the way.

Although, when V had her focus on you, Kenji grabbed his gun, quickly firing towards her direction.

In a split second, V activated her Sandevistan, her body blurring with speed as the bullet whizzed past her, missing by mere inches. Without hesitation, she drew her pistol and fired, the shot landing with a sickening thud as Kenji's head jerked back, his mouth falling open in shock as life drained from him.

You jumped violently when V shot Kenji, your anger bubbling over as you screamed, "You fucking asshole!" You charged at his lifeless body, wanting to hit it just to feel something, but V grabbed your arm, pulling you out of the booth.

"We need to move, now," she urged, her voice sharp as she tugged you towards the door, urgency in her every step. Security would be here any minute.

Takemura, noticing you exiting the booth with V, followed closely behind. "Ah... You are alright. Thank goodness."

“Takemura!?” You gasped in shock, a deep blush forming across as you realized that you were still wearing the half naked dress that Yasui had put on you.

“It is okay, we are here now” Takemura smiled at you, slipping off his jacket and draping it over your half-naked form.

“Thank you,” you blushed softly, touched by his kindness.

“Come on, no time to chat,” V spoke urgently, his voice laced with haste.

A little while later, you were back in the comfort of your apartment, “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I’m still alive. Thank you….both of you” you sniffled, sitting down on your living room couch to catch your breath.

“Ya don’t need to thank me y/n, thank Takemura…he was the one that organized this whole thing” V smiled.

Takemura shook his head slightly, a hint of humility in his expression. 'It was both of us, V. Not just me.”

“Well, I overstayed my welcome, and I’m tired as fuck. So, you two have fun, I’m going to take a long nap” V joked, waving to both you and Takemura before she left.

Once you were left alone with Takemura, you stood from your couch, cuddling close to his jacket that was still draped on you and approached him with a blush plastered onto your face.

“Thank you so much for saving me again, Takemura.” “I-I don’t even know how I am going to repay you both?”

“You do not need to repay us, y/n. All that is required... is for you to relax. Would you like some tea? I can prepare it for you, if that would help you unwind.” His voice was softer than usual, a gentleness he hadn’t shown anyone before.

You smiled softly. “I would love that.”

As Takemura turned to walk away, his movements stilled for a moment. His body tensed, his mind briefly drifting to thoughts that were, well, not suited for an Arasaka bodyguard. It was a fleeting distraction, something he tried to push aside out of his ever-present respect.

You quickly noticed him standing still, your heart racing as you felt a warmth rush to your cheeks. You couldn’t help but blush. “T-Takemura?” you whispered, the softness of your voice adding to the moment’s tension.

“Forgive me, y/n,” he murmured, his voice laced with both sincerity and a hint of regret. With a slow exhale, he turned toward you, his hand lifting to gently cup your cheek. His gaze softened, the heat of the moment building before he leaned in, pulling you into a gentle, yet tender kiss—one that spoke of more than just words, a silent confession.

When you felt his lips press against your own, you shoved him away, tears overflowing from your eyes again, “I’m dirty Takemura……they….they…touched me…ruined me…m-made me wear this disgusting dress” you whimpered, taking off his jacket and putting it on the chair near you. “I don’t deserve your kiss.”

Takemura was shocked by the way you pushed him, but his eyes softened in worry and care when he heard you speak about how they treated you. It pained him to see you in such a state, especially after being such a genuine and caring person, something that was truly rare in this city.

"You are not dirty, y/n," he said, his voice firm yet tender, as though he wanted to shield you from the pain. "Nor do I care for the clothing that you wear right now." He stepped closer, his expression intense with emotion, as he reached out gently, his hand hovering near yours.

"Y/n, I… I do not know how to say this, but… you are everything to me. My feelings… they are for you alone. Please, do not doubt that."

His words, spoken with such vulnerability and passion, hung in the air, a quiet promise that he would be there for you, no matter what you believed about yourself.

Hearing his soft and caring words made all the walls you've built around yourself crumble. “Takemura,” you whispered his name with love, your heart racing. Without a second thought, you rushed toward him, wrapping your arms around him tightly, and pressed your lips against his, drowning in the moment.

He responded immediately, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer. His kiss deepened, the pressure of his lips firm but tender, like he was finally letting go of all the restraint he'd carried for so long. With a smooth motion, he lifted you by your legs, his strong arms supporting you as he effortlessly wrapped your legs around his waist. The shift in position only intensified the connection, his warmth enveloping you, as his kiss became more urgent, more possessive.

You could feel his heartbeat against yours, the heat of his body seeping into you, and it only made the moment feel more real, more electric. His hands caressed your back, holding you to him as if you might disappear at any second. You responded eagerly, your fingers tangling in his hair, matching his intensity.

A stream of saliva glistened as you pulled away from his lips, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. “Ah… ah…” you exhaled shakily, your gaze locked deep in his eyes, your body still reeling from the intensity of the moment.

Takemura’s expression twisted with anger as he studied your face, his voice low and tense. "My love… the sides of your mouth… they are bruised. What did they do to you?"

You swallowed, your throat tight as you remembered. “One of the men… forced himself in my mouth. He was rough… and…” You shook your head, trying to push away the memory, your fingers weaving through his hair, seeking comfort in the present.

A growl rumbled in Takemura’s chest, the fire in his eyes was pure fury. "I want to kill every last one of them in that club.” "But I know it will not bring you peace..." His voice softened, the anger melting into something deeper—more personal. "I promise you, I will not let anyone harm you again. Not ever."

You could feel your heart swelling at his words, the weight of everything crashing down on you. “I love you,” you whispered softly, not realizing the gravity of what you’d just said until it escaped your lips.

Takemura chuckled, a quiet, almost intimate sound. “Hmm…” He smirked, his gaze never leaving yours. “I love you as well.”

He leaned in, his lips capturing yours once more, slow and deliberate. The kiss deepened, and with gentle care, he guided you toward the couch. As you lay down together, his weight settled over you, grounding you in the moment.

When he hovered over you, his eyes locked with yours, intense and filled with both respect and love. "May I... touch you?" His voice was steady, but there was a subtle hesitation, as if giving you the space to make your choice. "Only if you are comfortable with it."

“Yes, please” You begged cutely, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down to kiss him again.

As he kissed you, a low rumble emanated from his throat, his kisses deep and filled with love. He wanted to make you feel better, to erase every trace of those men who had touched you, ensuring that only his presence remained—strong and comforting.

As the kiss deepened, you opened your mouth, allowing for his tongue to explore.

Slowly but surely, Takemura’s hands slipped past your revealing dress and pushed its way past your panties. Once he felt your warmth, he pulled away from your lips and began to leave soft kisses along your neck.

“Ah, Takemura!” you moaned cutely, your hands slowly moving down to his back to grab a hold of his shirt.

“Does it feel good, my love?” he whispered softly against your ear, his breath warm as he nibbled gently on it.

“Y-Yes…yes” you cried out, feeling yourself becoming wetter by the minute.

“Good” he chuckled softly, his index finger rubbing your clit in fast circles.

“I-I’m gonna…I’m gonna…T-Takemura…w-wait…mm!” You arched your head back against your couch, a soft and delicate whimper escaping your lips as you had the most pleasurable orgasm.

“Ah” Takemura breathed out heavily as he bite your throat gently when your head was back against the cushion of the couch, wanting to make your orgasm as pleasurable as possible.

When you looked into his eyes again, your hand softly caressed his cheek, your heart swelling with the love and care he showed. “Please, don’t leave me.”

He smiled warmly, his voice steady and full of sincerity. “I won’t, my love. You have my word.” His hand gently caressed your cheek in return, before he pressed a soft, tender kiss to your lips. “Come, let’s get you out of these clothes and into something more comfortable.”

He chuckled, lifting you effortlessly in his arms, cradling you bridal-style. With a gentle stride, he carried you to your room, determined to give you the comfort and peace you deserved.

Oh how Night City can be depressing as fuck, but sometimes it can be rewarding to those that deserve it~

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