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One kiss very quickly turned into a full-on makeout session. It always does with Reno. He is a needy man, after all, who doesn’t get to see you half as often as he’d like. So every time you’re together he wants to make up for lost time.
It’s been weeks since you last had more than just a few minutes to see each other. You’re halfway on his lap, lazily grinding on his thigh. His hands knead at yours happily.
“So pretty. Missed you so bad,” he moans between kisses.
Your hands run through his hair, gentle at first but then a little rougher. His cock twitches in his pants before you grab hold of his hair. You tug on it a little rough, making his shudder.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he groans.
“You like that, sweet boy?” you whisper.
“Fuck yes,” he kisses you deeply again.
You are sensual as you run your fingers through his hair again. You’re both sharing heated kisses. You tug gently again, making him whine. His cock is rock hard and leaking in his pants. He pulls you onto his lap, having you settle over his cock.
“Feel what you do to me?” he groans as he pulls you down to grind against him. You can feel his long, thick member rubbing against you through his pants.
“What a naughty boy,” you giggle and kiss him again. You tug hard on his long, red tresses again. He instinctively ruts against you again.
“Lemme fuck you,” he pleads.
You pull his hair at the base of his neck, making him shudder again. He guides you to rock your hips against him. He’s losing his mind. Every time you pull his hair, he’s throbbing in his pants. He reaches down to open his slacks and he begins stroking himself.
“I didn’t know you liked getting your hair pulled this much,” you whisper.
“Me neither, but it’s driving me crazy,” he whines as he squeezes the head of his cock.
Scenes from three Valentine's Days with Reno of the Turks. Reno x Reader, 2405 words. Read it on AO3.
Written for the Hey, Sweetheart multifandom event. Challenge: have a character call someone else "sweetheart" as a pet name. Bonus prompts: a bouquet of something, kiiiiiinda forgot to make reservations, VERY large chocolate, late-night text message.
Image made thanks to @ficwip's template. Graphic design is not my passion!
Summary: Reno is forced to go on vacation after getting pretty beat up on a mission. He takes advantage of his time off to visit the Honeybee Inn, where he becomes enamored by one of the waitresses.
Warnings: fem!reader, shinra counts as a warning, mentions of sex work (more implied than explicit i think), alcohol, kissing, over all pretty tame
A/N: This is part one! I know for sure there will be a second part, but I'm not sure if there will be more than two parts yet. I didn't even anticipate it being two parts, but it just kept getting longer!
Reno heard whispers about the Honeybee Inn for as long as he could remember. Especially once he started working for Shinra. Even the most button-down workers couldn’t resist heading down to Sector 6 to check out the shows.
“It’s the perfect place for a guy to unwind,” he’d heard some middle manager say in the cafeteria one day.
Pft. As if Turks have time for that kind of fun.
His luck changed when he found himself a little beat up after a mission, and Tseng had ordered him to take a vacation. There were many things for a young, scrappy guy like Reno to get into. He tossed around the option of heading to Costa Del Sol to hang out with the cute girls on the beach, or maybe even going to the Golden Saucer for some flashy fun. Then, he remembered the excited whispers surrounding the Honeybee Inn. He’d heard it can be hard to get into, but he was confident he could throw his status as a Turk around to get in, at least for a show. If it sucked, he figures he’d still have time to actually do something fun on his vacation.
After a couple of days of mostly sleeping and ordering takeout, he headed down to Wall Market to see what all the fuss was about. He’d been here a few times for some missions, but he’d never been afforded the luxury of leisure time down there.
There’s a crowd around the door, people trying to buy tickets or even just get a peek inside. Reno wonders if it’s truly that big of a deal or if people are just buying into the hype. He’s seen firsthand how easy it is for the masses to be swallowed up by something wrapped in shiny drapings and presented with the right flair. Hell, Shinra’s success depended on people succumbing to a bit of dazzle…Enough so that they’ll look the other way from the atrocities committed by the company.
Now isn’t the time to get moral.
He pushes those thoughts aside and shoves through the crowd. He finds himself stopped by a security guard. If the guy up front wearing a bowtie with no shirt and an antenna headband could be called that. Reno was pretty sure he could take him in a fight, but he had to remind himself to calm down.
“Come on, you wouldn’t say no to Shinra,” he says to the guard with a sly grin as he flashes his badge. The guard's eyes go wide and he swallows hard before moving aside.
“Right this way sir,” the guard says and points him in the direction of the front desk. Reno is confident as he glides across the pristinely waxed floors to the desk. He leans on the desk and flashes a charming grin to the girl wearing a honeybee uniform.
“One ticket to the show, please,” he says.
“I’m sorry sir, we’re all full for the evening and…”
“Uh, maybe we should talk to Andrea,” the guard butts in, and gives the girl a glance trying to indicate that Reno is someone who should get a ticket.
“Andrea is getting ready for the show,” the girl persists.
“I’m sure he’ll want to know who is here.”
Reno realizes they think he’s here on business. It’s a little annoying that everyone assumes that just because he’s a Turk, but he also sees the benefit to it in this situation. The ticket girl nods slowly as the guard leans over to whisper something in her ear.
“I’ll be right back, sir,” she says to Reno before going through a curtain.
Reno looks around the lobby a little bit and peaks through the doors leading into the main bar. He sees the stage, vacant right now except for a couple of Honeybees practicing their steps for the performance tonight. He sees one girl wiping off tables. Her smile is bright and infectious when one of the girls on stage asks her what she thinks of their moves. He doesn’t have time to watch much longer before the ticket girl comes downstairs again.
“Sir, follow me, please,” she says sweetly.
Reno follows her upstairs. There are a few rooms closed off with ‘Do Not Disturb’ signs on the door. He imagined the illicit activities going on inside but did his best to seem disinterested. Then, she leads him up another flight of stairs into an opulently decorated dressing room. Some of the girls are gathered around getting ready, adjusting their costumes and applying makeup. A few of them coo at him flirtatiously, but before he can really enjoy the attention the ticket girl is leading him into a room off to the side with the nameplate “Andrea” on the door.
She opens the door and ushers him inside. A man sits at a vanity, applying eyeliner meticulously.
“Have a seat, Mr. Sinclair,” the man says. “I’ll be with you after I’ve made myself beautiful…Or should I say, more beautiful?”
“Lookin’ pretty good to me,” Reno says with a cheeky grin before sitting down on the chaise lounge.
“Ah, flattery. I didn’t know Turks carried that in their arsenal,” the man chuckles, then turns around in his chair. “I’m Andrea Rhodea, but I’m sure you knew that already.”
“Yeah, I had a hint or two,” Reno confirms. “I’m Reno Sinclair, but I’m sure you knew that too.”
“Mhm,” Andrea stands up and pulls on his waistcoat. “So, what does Turk want here?”
“Nothing crazy. Just enjoying my vacation,” Reno shrugs.
“I didn’t know Turks got those.”
“Well, we don’t often. So you can see why I’d want to make the best of it.”
“And the Honeybee Inn certainly is making the best of it,” Andrea boasts as he walks over to Reno. “You can sit in the VIP section. It has the best view, and is by invite only.”
“And what do get from inviting me?”
“Maybe a favor, if I ever need it,” Andrea smirks. Then, he snaps his fingers. A Honeybee runs in, the same one with the pretty smile he saw earlier.
You smile up at Reno, “I’ll show you to your seat sir.”
Reno’s smile widens, “Please do.”
As you grab his arm, he feels his cheeks heat up a bit and he follows you obediently as you lead him out of Andrea’s dressing room. He keeps looking down at you, trying to figure you out. You seem so sweet and innocent, yet you work in a place like this.
There’s no tragic backstory for how you ended up at the Honeybee Inn. However, sometimes you weave sad tales to interested customers to get better tips. You grew up in the Sector 5 slums, and had a relatively nice childhood despite living in poverty. The big dream was Loveless.
Oh, how you longed to take the stage in a role within that masterpiece.
But living costs gil, and one of the best ways to earn it in your opinion was at the Honeybee Inn. Andrea was a pretty kind boss compared to some other jobs you’d worked around the slums to save up for the move topside. If you fluttered your eyelashes and flirted just right, the people that came in here were willing to tip pretty nicely. Some of the girls were ambitious enough to offer further entertainment in one of the private rooms. While you respected their drive and ingenuity, you weren’t brave enough to go that far.
As you guide Reno to the table at the very front, you put on your best carefree vibe. You have him sit down at the table and he leans back as you sit beside him. You caress his chest playfully.
“The VIP section comes with your choice of a personal attendant for the evening, Mr. Sinclair,” you say sweetly.
“Just call me Reno,” he blushes and bites his lip. “And uh…Are you one of the options, pretty girl?”
“As it turns out I am!” you say cheerfully and lean closer. “Would you like for me to tend to you for the evening?”
“Yeah, I think I’d like that a lot.”
——
Despite his effort to play it cool, you can see a little nervousness in him. He’s different from most guys you’ve tended to in the VIP section. He likes the attention, but he’s not pushy about it. He’s not being as much of a pervert as most guys, even though his eyes do stay pretty well focused on your fishnet-clad legs.
“Then, I’m all yours for the evening, Reno!” you say sweetly and lean against him. “Should I get you a drink?”
“Yes please,” he purrs and watches as you stand up. His eyes are fixed on the graceful sway of your hips as you walk to the bar to get him a drink. He notices you don’t ask what he wants, but he trusts you to order something good.
You talk to the bartender and one of the other girls comes up to you.
“Got a VIP tonight?” she asks as she orders herself a shot to unwind before the show begins. Already people are starting to file in, and Honeybees are buzzing around to keep them entertained.
“Yeah, he seems nice actually. I think it’ll be an easy night,” you smile.
“Be careful, I heard he’s a Turk,” she whispers.
“Oh?” you raise your brow.
“Yeah, but I mean it just means he can afford to tip well,” she says before downing her shot.
You watch her saunter away to deal with some of her tables. Before you have a chance to ruminate on what she’s said, your drink is placed on the bar. You try to shift back into work mode as you grab the drink. Reno’s eyes meet yours as he watches you come back, trying to play off the fact that he’d been staring at your ass while you were bent over the bar. You flash him a flirty smile as you slide into the booth beside him and set the drink on the table. You know this costume does wonders for your curves. It’s often been one of your greatest assets at this job, but has also been the cause of many issues too when creeps thought just because you were wearing the uniform that your body was for sale too.
“So, how are you enjoying your visit?” you ask as you lean against his side.
“It’s…Enticing, I suppose,” he smirks at you.
Deep down, Reno finds the whole thing a little bit frivolous. Wall Market in general rubbed him the wrong way. This place was thriving with gil made off the backs of those in the surrounding sectors trying to escape the sadness and mundanity of their lives. Then, of course, he had to remind himself of his place in the world. Shinra was worse by far, and he was another cog in their machine.
“Don’t worry, it gets better when the show starts,” you say and snuggle against his chest.
Deep down you both know you’re buttering him up for a good tip, but Reno can’t help thinking how good it feels to have someone’s warmth against him. He almost feels like a shy teen when he drapes his arm around your shoulder. You keep him busy with light conversation, teasing him a little for how important he looks in his suit.
Finally, the music starts playing. You sit up and clap your hands excitedly as you draw his attention to the stage. As the girl’s start dancing, preparing to introduce Andrea, he watches for just a bit before his eyes are back on you. The way your eyes light up and your body sways to the music he realizes how badly you want to be onstage. Your feet instinctively tap along with the steps of the dances being performed.
You really come alive when the cue comes for you to jump on the table. As you do, Reno’s eyes are glued to you. He watches your body move to the music, but more than anything he notices how your eyes are lit up with pure happiness. When this portion of the performance ends, you sit back down beside him. You lean against his side and hold his hand as Andrea make his entrance and steals the show. Reno isn’t even intrested in what’s going on. He’s just completely enamored with you. For the first time in so long he wants to get to know someone, and maybe to be known in return.
The music slowly comes to an end as the dancers perform their final steps and then take a bow. The curtain comes down, then rises a few minutes later to the house band playing atmospheric music.
“Well, I suppose that’s that,” you say softly and kiss his cheek.
“Can I walk you home?” he asks hopefully.
“I’ve got to help clean up,” you explain as other honeybees start dutifully cleaning tables and sweeping the floors.
“I can wait,” he insists. “I’ve got all the time in the world!”
“Okay, I’ll be back in a jiff!” you smile before bouncing away from him. When you return, you’ve changed into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. The difference to him is astounding. You look like one of those cute college girls he sees sometimes in the city. Innocent and sweet and eyes full of hope.
You help clean up the rest of the tables before going to the bar to collect your tips for the night. He fishes some gil out of his pocket and doesn’t even bother to count it. He just hands it over to you as soon as you’re close to him.
“Oh! Reno, this is way too much!”
“No it isn’t,” he chuckles as he stands up. “It’s not enough.”
He reaches down to take your hand as he leads you out of the inn. You’re still arguing about the tip he gave you until you head out the door, and then you go quiet mostly out of the necessity of your surroundings.
“I’m this way,” you lead him toward the shabby apartment building you call home.
For a while, the two of you stand outside talking. It’s just innocent conversation, trying to get to know one another better. He holds some back due to his job but tries to impress you with some hints that he sees a lot of adventure. Throughout the conversation, you feel him getting closer to you. His eyes dart to your lips, wondering if they taste as sweet and juicy as they look. He stops himself from kissing you because he’s unsure how you’d feel about him doing such a thing. He has a fear that maybe even now you’re just humoring him since he’d been so nice to you tonight.
“Well, I better get some sleep,” you say sadly. Reno nods weakly.
“Yeah, I gotta head home too.”
You both hesitate for a moment before you finally take the plunge. You stand up on your tiptoes and kiss him quickly. It’s nothing more than a little peck on the lips, but it’s enough to make Reno feel tingly all over. His mind spins just enough for him to bravely lean back in for another, deeper kiss. You’re both blushing when he pulls away again.
“Do you think maybe I could see you again?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck to appear nonchalant.
“You know where to find me,” you giggle before kissing his cheek. “Good night, Reno.”
“G’night,” he says dreamily as he watches you unlock the door and slip into your apartment. He stares at the door for a moment before shaking off the sudden coldness of the night that didn’t seem so present before.
——
“Go on a trip or something,” Rude says over the phone.
Reno is pacing his apartment, trying to work off his anxious energy. He can hear the humming of a helicopter on the other line, and he knows Rude is on his way somewhere exciting even as they speak. His body tingles with anticipation, but he knows there’s not a target for it.
“Goin’ on a trip alone is boring,” Reno groans. “Why can’t I just come back to work?”
“Because Tseng says so,” Rude reminds him.
“Maybe I could talk to Rufus?”
“And have Tseng set you on paperwork duty for a month as punishment?”
“Fuck,” Reno growls. “You’re right.”
“Why don’t you head to Costa Del Sol? You love all the girls in bikinis!”
“Hmph, that’s true…But…”
He doesn’t know how to express it to Rude. It sounds crazy even in his own mind. The longing that he’d locked away for so long suddenly came rushing back the second you’d pressed your glossy lips to his. He can still taste the cherry flavor of your lip gloss, and the smell tickles his nostrils. The next day he’d had to resist the urge to run right back to your apartment.
“But?” Rude pulls him from his thoughts.
“I dunno, I guess I just don’t want to be alone.”
Rude is taken aback by Reno’s sudden vulnerablity. He knew it was there, but Reno hid it well. To hear him express the feelings was surprising even after all their time working together.
Reno doesn’t even get to say goodbye the call cuts out. He continues pacing long after he’s tossed his phone to the side, and then he gets an idea. He checks the time and realizes he can probably catch you before your shift starts. He throws his suit on even more sloppily than usual before running out of the apartment. On the way, he makes all of the arrangements over the phone to get the two of you to Costa Del Sol, including borrowing a helicopter so the two of you could avoid all the ferry travel.
——
He’s running up the stairs to your apartment, taking two at a time, just as you’re coming out the door. You’re still dressed casually, but your makeup and hair is all done up for work. He practically throws himself at you, grabbing your hands as he catches his breath.
“Come to Costa Del Sol with me!” he practically yells.
“Uh, is that a question or a demand?” you chuckle softly.
“A request?” he tries, and seeing your frown he put on his puppy dog eyes. “A plea?”
“Reno, I can’t just drift away to Costa Del Sol. I don’t have any money, I have to work…I just—”
“I’ll pay you!”
“Reno!” you gasp.
“No, no! Not like that!” he waves his hands in front of his chest. “No, I just meant like…Don’t worry about the money! I’m paying for the trip, I’ll help pay your bills if you need me to because I know this is crazy.”
“But we just met. I don’t understand.”
Reno sighs and places his hands on your shoulders, “I know, I know. But I like you a lot, and it’s been so long since I met anyone like you.”
“So you just want to scoop me away on a vacation?”
“Yes,” he sighs. “I just don’t want to go alone, and I want to get to know you better. I’m scared I won’t get the chance if I wait.”
“Okay,” you concede. “But I swear if this is some horrible trick!”
“It’s not! I promise! I’ll even book separate rooms if you want!”
——
It’s a whirlwind, but you shouldn’t be surprised considering how he’d arrived at your apartment. After packing a suitcase and calling a surprisingly understanding Andrea to tell him the news, you’re whisked away top side. You could’ve spent the whole day just staring at the immaculately designed city. You find yourself fascinated by seeing how the other half lives, but Reno doesn’t give you much time to take it all in.
“There’s better to come, I promise,” he tells you as he guides you to Shinra HQ.
You’ve never felt so out of place in your life as you did walking on those pristine waxed floors. Reno keeps his hand protectively on your lower back as you make your way up to the helipad. He wants to sign out one of the helicopters so he can fly you there, but the worker kindly informs him he can’t do that since he’s off-duty. Instead, he’ll have to let a pilot fly the two of you there. He considers making a fuss and calling Tseng or Rufus for clearance, but seeing you holding his hand excitedly he doesn’t want to ruin the day.
“Alright, alright, we’ll wait,” he concedes. He guides you to the nearby lounge to wait for a pilot to become available.
“So, you work here?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“You must be pretty high up on the totem pole to be able to use a helicopter.”
“I wouldn’t put it that way, but I do have some perks.”
The way you’re looking at him with such awe in your eyes makes him worried about what you’d think if he told you the truth. Almost everyone is scared at the mention of his job title because of all the secrets Turks know and their reputation for doing things a little more brutally than the average soldier is allowed. Instead, he distracts you with flirty comments and a kiss on your cheek. At one point President Shinra himself comes to the lounge for a drink, and you’re shaking from the nerves because he must know you don’t belong here. Instead, the President nods curtly before leaving the lounge.
“Wow…I thought he’d be…”
“Taller?” Reno jokes.
“I mean I was going to say more handsome,” you giggle. “All of the photos and TV appearances…”
Somehow it feels like it takes simultaneously forever and an instant before you arrive at Costa Del Sol. The sun is bright and you’ve never seen such a blue sky before. The harsh metal of the plates was the only sky you’d ever seen before this day.
“Wow! It’s beautiful!” you gasp as you look around. Many people are hovering about, enjoying their vacations. The waves crash on the shore as the smell of sea salt fills the air.
“Yeah, it’s pretty nice,” he smiles, enjoying your reaction more than the sight of Costa Del Sol itself.
“Come on, we can head to the hotel first and then check out whatever you want,” he promises before getting your suitcase from you. The two of you head towards the fanciest hotel.
Once inside, he approaches the desk and true to his earlier word he requests two rooms.
“Oh, I apologize sir, but we only have one room available at this time,” the desk attendant says as he looks over his computer monitor. Reno looks at you shyly.
“Want to try somewhere else?” he asks. “Or I can sleep on the sofa?”
“There is a pull-out sofa bed available in the room, and it’s quite cozy!”
You consider your options for a moment, then you kiss Reno’s cheek softly.
“I think one room will do just fine.”
Reno is surprised by your answer but feels a warm rush of excitement in the pit of his stomach. He confirms you’ll take the room available. He tells you to go ahead and check things out while he signs the paperwork. Mostly just so you don’t hear the price of the room. Someone comes to get your bags and begins leading you towards the room. You skip along happily, obviously having the time of your life.
“First couple vacation?” the desk attendant asks as he helps Reno through the paperwork.
“Oh…Uh, yeah.”
“I hope you have a pleasant time. Payment will be due at check-out.”
“Thanks, man.”
Reno takes the keys and trails along to where you’d disappeared to moments before. When he enters the room, he finds you scurrying about checking out every last detail of the room.
“This is amazing,” you gasp as you skip over to the window and look outside at the ocean view.
“Yeah, it’s pretty great,” he smiles as he sets his bag down on the floor. “So, what should we do first?”
Kinktober Day 18: Roleplay(I've thought about us for long long time...)
warnings/kinks: vaginal fingering, roleplay, roughhousing/manhandling, mentions of terrorism, reader is a Turk
word count: 0.9k
pairings: Reno Sinclair x Fem!Reader
teaser: “I know you like me…” He mumbles against your skin.
taglist: @beneathstarryskies. @loki-love. @witchofcustom. @dreadsuitsamus. @pyrofanatic. @butterflieskeepcominback
Reno and you instantly clicked when you first met. Something about this rambunctious and mischievous redhead really turned you on. And as he continued to train you into a Turk, the more you found yourself falling in love with him. You’d never ever confess it to him, but you and him had a lot of fun toeing the line. Reno does what he can to keep you interested and you do the same for him.
One boring day at the office, you and Reno are practically ripping out your hair due to the frustrations of being so bored. You’re both trying so hard to figure out something to do instead of just waiting around for a new mission.
Suddenly, he pipes up and he’s got this smug smirk on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. You know nothing good could ever come from this. But you also know you’d rather get up to the no good that he’s planning than to stay bored here alone.
“I’ve got such a good idea,” Reno declares, tenting his fingers. You let out a nervous chuckle.
“Is that right?” You ask, looking up from the magazine you were flipping through.
Reno then flops himself onto the couch next to you, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder. He pulls you in close and takes a moment to look at the magazine you’re reading. It’s got an article about the terrorist group AVALANCHE. He smirks when he notices how much you seem to be paying attention to them.
“Yeah, let’s play a little game of pretend.”
You roll your eyes at his suggestion. This has to be the dumbest idea he’s ever gotten. He looks at your reaction and he pouts a little when he realizes you’re not game to play pretend with him. He crosses his arms over his chest and pouts even more.
“Come on, it’ll be fun! You can pretend to be a terrorist and I’ll be the loyal Turk who’s trying to get you to confess! It’ll be the best learning exercise!”
You had to admit that now that he explained it a bit more, it made a lot more sense. You smirk at him, toying around with the idea of playing the role of your enemy. Reno seems to perk up when he notices the way you’re considering it.
“Alright, let’s do it.”
He cheers happily, pumping his fist in the air. Then he’s quick to get into his role, grabbing you by the wrists and holding them behind your back. You grunt at the force, but you can’t deny it turns you on whenever he manhandles you in this way. It’s not very often he does things like this to you, but whenever it happens you know you’re going to find yourself excited.
“You have every right to remain silent,” he mutters against your ear. “But if you were to maybe praise me…maybe I’d be a little more gentle with you.
You laugh, “Fuck you, you’re not a cop.”
He tugs you even closer to him, holding your wrists even harder. You let out a moan, and this makes his cock throb in his pants.
“Tch, you should know that I’m better than any cop that will come to arrest you.”
You laugh again and this causes him to push you up against the wall. Your cheek is pressed up against the cool wallpaper, and Reno grabs your hair harshly. He pulls your head back and you feel his warm breath on your neck.
“Listen to me, little girl, you’re going to confess your crimes.”
You shake your head, “No!”
He smirks and presses you even harder against the wall. But that’s when you feel something hard poking you from the back, and you look over your shoulder at him.
“I know you like me…” He mumbles against your skin.
You gasp when you feel him kissing your neck. It feels so good for him to finally show you a little affection. You press back against him, noticing his erection even more now.
“What if I do like you?” You ask him, a little breathless now.
This is when he turns you around and pins your wrists over your hair on the wall. He’s so close, using his height to tower over you. Then you feel his lips on yours, and your heart skips a beat.
“Then I think I’ll have to make sure you know your place…”
Without warning, he helps you wrap your legs around his slender form. You moan as he presses his hardened cock against your crotch. Your kisses are even more heated now. His tongue feels so velvety and smooth against yours.
Reno is so quick to begin undressing you from the waist down, making you so aroused. Your cheeks burn when he takes your panties up to his nose and sniffs them.
“Damn, I’ve always thought you’d smell this good.” Reno praises you.
You have no words to reply with. Your brain is almost blank. When his long fingers begin penetrating you, it gets even worse. He leans in to kiss you, his tongue once again slipping into your mouth. You begin bucking your hips, moving against his fingers.
“Hmm, I knew I could make you confess,” Reno says with a smirk on his face.
“I never said I liked you!” You try to defend yourself, but it’s much too late.
Hi!! I hope you doing well :), May I make a request for Reno x Reader? I wanted see what it be like for Reno and reader meeting on Valentine’s Day! Like he’s kinda mad he doesn’t have a date and she’s just hanging out trying to find something to do, and then they run into each other and just hang out with each other! By the end of the day they say they wanna hang out again and their like “I’m in love” behind close doors 😖 I’m so sorry that was a lot but I thought it would be cute ☺️
Hey there! <3 I'm doing pretty good, thank you. And thank you for your request, too! I know this doesn't match your idea perfectly but I hope you like it nevertheless. Happy Valentine's Day, dear anon! :)
Pairing: Reno x gn!reader
Unexpectedly – Reno x gn!reader
The sun has already started to set when Reno leaves the Shinra Building. The streets of Midgar are crowded, even more so than usual, and everywhere he looks, he sees couples - couples that are chattering about who knows what, couples with happy faces, with flowers and little gifts, couples who are shamelessly making out in a dimly lit corner, thinking that no one will notice them when everyone who's passing by can, in fact, see them.
Reno wants to roll his eyes and tell them that they should just get a room but at the last second, he stops himself. It's not their fault he's angry and upset and annoyed for reasons he doesn't even know. So instead of snapping at some random strangers, he stares down at the road and tells himself to calm down. It's Valentine's Day - of course there will be couples everywhere, and of course, they will kiss and giggle and enjoy their time together. He has no right to take his anger out on them, no matter how much he wants to.
As he continues to aimlessly wander around the city, Reno wonders if there's something more frustrating than working on Valentine's Day. And then he remembers that he doesn't have a date this year, and he figures that yes, that's a lot worse than work. It's not that he's usually bothered by being single - actually, it can be quite nice, especially with a crazy schedule like his - but on some days, he thinks it just would be great to have someone to come home to after a long shift. Someone who just gets it.
And today is one of these days.
Maybe that's why the couples annoy him so much. Because he secretly envies them, although he'd rather bite his tongue off than actually admit that. He's a Turk, damit, and he doesn't need anyone else to be happy. He's perfectly capable of being alone.
Except that he doesn't want to be alone. Not today, at least.
He curses under his breath and kicks an innocent pebble out of his way. He hates feeling like this. It makes him look weak, pathetic even - and Reno might be a lot of things but weak and pathetic certainly aren't one of them.
And then, someone bumps into him.
*
You're not paying much attention to your surroundings as you rush through the familiar streets of Sector 8, and so it’s probably completely your fault that you just crashed into another person. A young man, with red hair and stunning turquoise eyes, who stares at you like he’s about to stab you, to be more precise.
“Whoops,” you say quickly, taking a step back and holding your hands up, although you’re well aware that a simple gesture like that isn’t enough to shield you from the annoyance in his eyes, “I’m sorry.”
He opens his mouth, probably to snap at you but then he just sighs and, a lot calmer than you expected, says, “It’s fine. No need to apologize.”
That should be it, right? What’s more to say then “I’m sorry” when you bump into someone?
You have absolutely no reason to stay here any longer, and yet, you don’t move. (You’re glad no one asks you for a reason because you honestly couldn’t tell them. It just feels wrong to just turn around and leave.)
“Sorry,” you say again.
“I already told you that you don’t have to apologize.”
“Right.”
The situation is more than awkward, you’re painfully aware of that. Still, you don’t leave.
“I should be the one to apologize,” the man suddenly says, and an almost sheepish grin flashes over his face when you dart a glance at him, surprised, “I scared you, no? You looked at me like you were afraid I was going to murder you or something.”
“Well, to my defense, you had a very murderous expression in your eyes,” you reply, only half-joking. What on earth is going on here? Just a minute ago, his anger has been almost palpable, and now he’s trying to quip?
“Rough day at work.” He shrugs.
“Ah. And instead of taking that out on your significant other, you picked a random stranger. I have to say, on a day like this, that’s kinda smart.”
It’s supposed to be a harmless joke but the way his eyes darken at your words makes it very clear that he’s not too amused about your comment. “It might actually surprise you – and I honestly don’t even know why I should tell you this – but I don’t have a significant other.”
Oops. Sounds like you struck a nerve there.
“Oh. Yeah, that’s actually really hard to believe,” you say with a nervous laugh, trying to save what still can be saved. “I mean, you seem like an amazing person and everything.”
“So, after almost knocking me down, now you trying to flirt with me, sweetheart?”
“Huh?” You’re going to get whiplash from the changes in his behavior, you’re sure. “Definitely not. I don’t even know your name.”
“Reno,” he says and winks at you. “The name’s Reno.” When you don’t reply (you’re still way too confused and taken aback by his suddenly so gleeful and flirty demeanor), he adds, “How about you, sweetheart?”
“If you call me sweetheart one more time I will rip your vocal cords out.” It’s the first thing that comes to your mind, and the words are already out before you can stop them, but Reno just laughs, clearly not impressed by your violent threat. “You know what, I’d love to see you try,” he replies, voice low and smooth like honey, “sweetheart.”
You’re going to punch him if he continues to talk to you like that, you swear. But at the same time, you think that it would be a shame to harm a pretty face like his.
Wait. Did you just think of him as pretty?
But then again, who could blame you? He really is handsome (and you’re sure he knows it), although you’d rather bite your tongue off than actually admit that. And a part of you really wants to swipe that smug grin off his face.
“I hate you,” is all you eventually manage to get out, and Reno’s grin widens. “You know you don’t. Why else would you still be here with me, hm?”
“Out of pity, of course,” you say, quick like a shot. “It’s Valentine’s Day and you poor thing don’t have a date.”
Reno laughs. “Okay, you got me there. Point for you.”
You can’t help but join in his laughter. It’s contagious – and, although it’s probably really stupid to think that – a part of you is proud for making him laugh. Especially since he has been in such a bad mood when you bumped into him. It’s a good thing that you managed to cheer him up, right?
“Come on,” he then says, offering you his arm like the gentleman he most certainly isn’t, “let me buy you a drink. As an apology for scaring you earlier, I mean. We can’t stay out here the whole night, can we?”
“Oh, we could. But a drink doesn’t sound too bad either.” You put a finger to your chin, acting like you have to think about his offer (a fruitless attempt to make him nervous) but you can’t keep up the façade for too long. So, with a wink, you link arms with him. “Okay. Lead the way, pretty boy.”
“Woah, slow down,” Reno jokes, “we don’t know each other well enough for that kind of nickname yet.”
The two of you burst into laughter again, and Reno starts to think that this could be the beginning of something truly wonderful.
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hi! would you be able to do headcanons for what rufus + the turks do when it's their s/o's birthday? thanks in advance :D
Rufus
Rufus might have a lot of shortcomings as a partner, but he makes up for it by never forgetting special occasions. Whether or not he sees them as being all that special might be up for debate. Your birthday will be one of the things he will go all out over. He also wants it to be all glitz and glamor. So think a surprise birthday gala after a full day at the spa.
Tseng
Tseng has every occasion noted in his calendar for the whole year. The one and only time he actually takes a day off if for your birthday, and absolutely nobody in the office knows why he takes the day off. Acts of service are his love language, so you can expect him to spoil you rotten all day long.
Reno
Let’s be honest, Reno forgot it was your birthday. Not because it’s not important to him, but he’s just a little forgetful. He’s got a lot on his plate, and he tries really hard to be a good partner. Things just sometimes slip his mind. When it does finally dawn on him, he’ll make sure he lavishes you in the most expensive gifts possible.
Rude
Rude will remember your birthday, and he will make it flashy. He’ll take the day off, and everywhere he takes you he’ll make sure everyone knows it’s your big day. He probably got you one of those corny crowns to wear, but he won’t make you wear it if you don’t want to.
Elena
She is probably the most thoughtful about your birthday. She gets pretty sentimental and will handwrite you a card that’s likely to make you cry. She’ll buy you fancy presents, but also really sentimental things like a photo album of all your good times together. Her number one goal for the day is for you to feel special.
PLZZZ Fwb #18 with Reno. That just seems so much like him
Warnings: mild sexual content, angst, longing, happy eneding
18. “We promised each other we would stop this the moment either of us caught feelings, so why didn’t you tell me and let it get this bad?” “Because I knew this was the only way I could have you, even if it meant nothing more than just an arrangement to you.”
Reno had texted you on his way from the office, telling you to be ready for him when he got to your place. Truth be told he never really stopped to consider what else you had going on in your life. When he needed you, he didn’t want to wait. He had to have you. Nor did he really consider why it was you’d drop everything for him at the drop of a hat or why you always seemed to make up excuses for him to hang around long after you’d both had your release.
All he knew was that when he got to your apartment, you were laying on the bed with lit candles while wearing his favorite red lace lingerie. That’s all he wanted to know and the only thing he wanted to think about.
A few minutes later, he has you pressed underneath his body. He’s nuzzling into you as he drives his cock into you at that perfect angle that made your toes curl in delight. Your hands were buried in his hair, and your moans were filling his ears. He could tell you were getting close. The way you were babbling praises about how good he made you feel was pure music to his ears.
“Fuck, I love you so much,” you whined as he made you cum on his cock.
It took him a few seconds to comprehend what you said. While hearing the words immediately made his cock twitch inside you, he still forced himself to stop mid-stroke. His eyes, previously heavy with lust, were now wide with shock. He could see the same surprise mirrored in your gaze, but it was too late now. You’d said it. Those words were floating between you like a dense fog.
“W-what?” he managed to stutter out as he reached for the bedsheets to cover himself.
Instead of answering him, you crawled off the bed to grab your robe off the hook by the bed. Your back was turned to him as you tied it closed, so he couldn’t see the tears stinging your eyes or the tightness of your jaw.
“Nothing, forget it,” you said.
“No, that’s not going to work.”
“It’s just stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything,” you tried to insist. “It just slipped out in the moment.”
“That’s even worse,” he sighed. “You understand how that’s worse, right?”
“No, what’s worse is you making a big deal out of it!”
You go to the bathroom, leaving Reno alone with his thoughts. He realized if you could let those words slip off your tongue so easily, so naturally, as though you’d said them many times before, then it was something on the forefront of your thoughts. He wondered how many times you’d stopped yourself from letting it slip before.
When you come out of the bathroom, he’s in the middle of pulling on his pants. He erection is poorly concealed under his slacks.
He looked at you with a mix of sympathy and fear that made your skin crawl.
“We promised each other we would stop this the moment either of us caught feelings, so why didn’t you tell me and let it get this bad?” He asked.
You don’t want to answer. Deep down you don’t even feel like you owed him answers. He comes here night after night, fucks you until your legs are jelly then makes you laugh afterwards like you’ve never laughed before. Every time he comes over he lights up the place with an exuberance that leaves with him.
“Because I knew this was the only way I could have you, even if it meant nothing more than just an arrangement to you.”
He feels like he’s been punched in the chest, but he definitely deserved it. He sits back down on the bed.
“I love you too,” he said, looking down at his hands as they splay out over his knees.
“Don’t pity me, Reno. Please don’t…”
“I’m not,” he reaches out for you but then stops himself. “I swear I’m not. I love you too.”
You sniffle back your tears before finally getting up the courage to meet his eyes, “Really?”
“Yeah, baby,” he stands up and cups your cheeks. “I love you.”
A/N: I am a day behind posting this but dammit I'm just a girl doing the best I can
Warnings: face fucking, blow jobs, Reno being a little shit, ass grabbing
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Reno never shies away from a challenge. The two of you have been fooling around outside of the office for a while now, but he secretly loves the idea of fooling around in the building. When he playfully made a comment about needing you on your knees for him, you’d rebuffed him because there was nowhere in the entire Shinra building where you could perform such an act without fear of getting caught. Instead of taking care of his reports (‘Who the fuck wants to do that anyway?’ he decided) he spends the majority of his day scouring the building in search of a quiet, sparsely populated area. He ends up settling on an old file room that mostly contains invoices for supplies and other trivial matters.
Is it romantic? No.
Does he care? Also…No.
It checks all of the boxes for Reno, aside from atmosphere but he figures he won’t care much about that once your mouth is around his cock. All he has to do is get you here and on your knees.
He makes his way back upstairs to the Turks’ office and finds you working diligently on a task Tseng had given you. He leans against your desk, and right away you can tell he’s up to no good even though he is trying his best to look innocent. The look has never worked for him. You see right through him every time.
“Say, dollface, I could use some help,” he leans forward with his hand on top of your work. “You see there’s this file I need, but it’s in this miskept file room, you know how it is.”
“Mhm,” you raise your eyebrow suspiciously.
“You think you could help me look for it?”
You know you should say no, but it is so hard to resist him when he’s like this; pretty eyes lit up with mischief. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as he waits for your answer. You close the file on your desk and lock it away before standing.
“Lead the way,” you say with a voice that seems a little too sweet and eager to help. In an office full of Turks, your act stood out.
Reno resists the urge to place his hand on the base of your back as he leads you to the filing room. He just begins making up the details of this file he needs help finding.He slyly locks the door as you begin looking through the filing cabinets. There’s a box of old files on top of one of the cabinets that Reno pretends to look through, then he knocks it down.
“Oh, clumsy me,” he sighs. “Will you pick those up, dollface?”
Since you’re already kneeling to look through one of the drawers, you start gathering the spilled papers. All the while, Reno has his hand in the pocket of his slacks. He toys with his cock, getting himself nice and hard for you. Once it’s cleaned up, you feel his hand on the back of your head.
“While you’re down there, I’ve got something else you can help me with.”
He takes his hand out of his pocket and instead grasps the aching erection through his pants. He smirks as your eyes widen just from the sight of his bulge.
“Give it a kiss, baby,” he purrs. “Come on, just a little kiss.”
He pushes your head forward and you kiss his cock through his slacks. Immediately you find yourself wanting more. You look up at him to see if he approves, and you’re met with a smirk. He opens his pants and pulls his cock out.
“One more, baby,” he pleads softly as he squeezes the head, “Look at it leaking for you.”
You sigh, realizing you fell for his trap completely. You lean in to kiss the tip, and you can’t resist giving his slit a little kitten lick.
“There,” you say, but he doesn’t release his grip on your hair.
“Show me your tongue,” he bites his lip in anticipation.
You open your mouth and stick your tongue out for him. He drags his tip along the flat of your warm tongue before pushing it in slowly. You choke when he hits the back of your throat. He pulls out only to shove it back in as far as you can take it. Your hand rests on his thigh as he begins thrusting his in and out of your wet mouth.
“Good girl. Take it all, dollface.”
Your mouth is stuffed full. All you can do is look up at him to acknowledge that he’s said anything at all. His hand tenderly strokes the back of your head despite the way he’s using your mouth for his own satisfaction. Your whole body is flush and the heat emanates from your core, spurred on by the way Reno can’t resist moaning like a slut for you.
“You want my cum, baby?” he asks, mostly working himself up even more even though he knows his dirty talk gets to you too. “I know you do, baby. You love it when I cum down your throat.”
His thrusts grow sloppier as he nears his release. His hands become rougher, grasping tightly to your hair to keep you perfectly still. His thick cockhead rams into the back of your throat over and over until his body goes stiff. His thrusts become frantic jerks as he cums.
“Oh fuck,” he whines. “Oh my fucking god!”
He’s panting by the time he releases the last shot of his thick cum into your waiting mouth. He thrusts lazily a couple more times before pulling out completely. He leans against the filing cabinet to catch his breath, and carefully wipes away some of your drool with the pad of his thumb.
“Such a good girl,” he drawls, his voice raspy with arousal. “So good for me.”
“I hope you plan to return the favor later,” you giggle as you stand up off your aching knees. Reno tucks his cock back into his pants.
“Do I ever let you down, dollface?”
With those words, he leans in to kiss you. The two of you return to work, but not before Reno grabs a handful of your ass.
