I've Been Waitin' Up All Night, Baby, Tell Me What's Wrong?
You’re gonna make it right, make it all night long~
reader x nagumo yoichi
word count: 1.2k+ words
content warnings: nsfw, 18+ ONLY (minors DNI), afab civilian!reader, somnophilia (ish), spooning/cuddling sex, cockwarming, super sweet and sensual, spelling and grammar lol
author’s note: this may or may not be how reader got pregnant in my last piece ahaha. go listen to Kiss It Better by Rihanna
“Darling, I’m home.”
Nagumo drops his keys to your shared abode at the table by the door and sighs. His usual smiley demeanor fades for a second as he scans the kitchen then the living room. His eyebrows furrow in the darkness of the area. On nights like these, you’d be cuddled up on the couch with your favorite throw blanket, watching some washed up reality tv show as you mindlessly scroll on your phone. You’d wait patiently for him to come home and come up behind you to kiss your cheek, a warm and familiar ritual done every night.
He glances up at the clock and winces slightly. It’s 12:57. He’s home later than he promised, and a wave of guilt hits him as he realizes you probably gave up and retreated to your room. With a desire to see you and an obligation to wash today’s mission off of him, he makes his way to the bedroom. When he opens the door, he smiles softly at the image of you.
You lay peacefully, eyes closed and arms curled around a pillow. Your hair is strewn behind you, covering his side of the bed as you hold the pillow closer to your head. Your leg twitches subtly, and he wonders what adventurous dream runs through your head right now. His heart fills with adoration as he watches you sleep. He could be living in an agonizing hell, trudging his tired body through the pits of misery, and one look at you could make everything all better.
Nagumo walks over to the bathroom as quietly as possible to not disturb you, opting to take a shower before crawling into bed with you. He scrubs himself clean, letting the warm water from the shower head cleanse his mind and face before finishing and stepping out to dry.
Once dressed and ready, he climbs into bed behind you, kissing your shoulder as his arms wrap around your body. “I’m home,” he murmurs in a whisper.
You stir from your sleep and shift, eyes remaining closed as you melt into his touch. “Yoichi? What time is it?” you yawn.
“Shh,” he responds, pulling your pliant body closer to his, your spine against his strong, broad chest. “I’m sorry I’m late, work ran over,” he apologizes and places another kiss on your neck.
You hum and press up against him, ass snug against his crotch. Even in your slurring slumber, you know exactly how to provoke him. He closes his eyes and drops his forehead onto your shoulder, trying his absolute hardest not to just flip you over and stuff you full when your ass rubs up on him.
“I missed you,” you rasp out somnolent, your ass slowly shifting against his growing cock. He inhales sharply and places one hand on your waist, temptingly toying with the waistband of your shorts. He shouldn’t be this selfish; you’ve had a long day too, and you deserved rest.
“Waited for you,” you complain, and he doesn’t have to see your face to know you have the most adorable pout on your lips.
He nods and begins grinding on your ass in a sensual rhythm, open mouth kisses trailing on your neck as he greedily gives into his urges of you. “I know, baby. I’m so sorry.” His sweet voice hangs quiet in the air, and you moan under your breath, feeling your panties dampen with every movement.
His warm hand dips into your soft shorts, and you instinctively open your legs, your throbbing clit begging for his undivided attention. He glides his fingers over your sticky folds and exhales satisfied, the pad of his thumb gently rubbing circles on your bud.
“Fuck, all this for me? You’re so good to me, darling,” he teasingly grunts into your ear. You gasp as he pushes a slender finger in, mouth agape as you nod pleadingly. He chuckles and toys with you more, his knuckles deep inside your inviting hole. “Let me do all the work, let me make it up to you,” he proposes.
“Oh my god,” you whine and finally open your eyes, easily succumbing to his pleasure. A whimper quickly leaves your lips when he pulls his hand away, yanking down your shorts and panties before hooking his leg to better hold you.
Your head falls blank as he rubs his aching and eager cock between your ass, sliding it against your puffy, wet lips. You moan sharp when the tip brushes on your sensitive clit, and he chuckles.
“That’s it, let me do all the heavy lifting for my pretty girl,” he murmurs and rubs his leaky tip against your clit again, enjoying the way your body jolts in his arms. “All you gotta do is cum on my cock, yeah?”
You nod insistently, your wet slick coating his shaft before the blunt head pushes past your clenching cunt. Nagumo sighs as he pushes further, bottoming out with his hips flush against your ass. He’ll never grow tired of this, of you. This intimate feeling he has the privilege of sharing with you keeps him going. You gasp and take everything he offers, adjusting to the delicious stretch and sucking him tightly like a vicious drug.
“Pussy was made just for me,” he mumbles as he pulls out and sheaths himself once more. You sigh content and grip the pillow next to your head. His thick cock curves deep inside, nudging your sweetest spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He knows you’re putty in his hands the second your cute breaths quicken.
“Say it,” he groans out, firm grip on your thigh as he continues thrusting skillfully. “Say it’s all mine.”
You gasp and feel every nerve bursting in pleasure. “It’s yours,” you slur out, already going dumb on his cock. “Only yours, fuck.”
His brain hums at your choked words, only urging him to push you further. His eyes squeeze closed as he moans into your ear, feeling every thrust get messy as he gets close. His teeth bite down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, gaining a loud whine from your throat. You let him use your body however he sees fit, ragged breaths and moans of his name leaving your mouth. As he plunges faster, a white ring forms around the base of his cock, and your body trembles in his embrace.
“Cum all over my fucking cock, babe. Want this greedy hole milking me dry while you scream my name,” he taunts, his breath tickling your neck and ear as he pistons himself in faster. Your eyes roll back, mouth hanging open as his filthy words fill your head. You shake uncontrollably in his arms, writhing against his chest as your orgasm electrifies your body. He carries you through your pleasure, never faltering until he releases himself into your cunt, white, warm ropes of his seed spurting into you and seeping out slowly.
Nagumo whines out one last time before sighing, peppering the side of your head in kisses as he sets your leg down gently. “That’s my girl,” he praises, his softening cock still wrapped around your addictive pussy.
You lay boneless into the mattress and yawn, your eyes threatening to close once more before having a proper conversation with him. He trails his hand up your body before landing on one of your tits, kneading it slowly as he nuzzles his face into your neck.
“Sleep, baby. I’m right here, promise,” he reassures before passing out himself, eyelids heavy as he doesn’t even bother adjusting himself. You close your eyes after him, legs and hips feeling sore, the warmth of his chest encasing your body in the most secure embrace.
You're Mine, It's Safe to Say at the End of the Day
Got me trippin’, fallin’ with no safety net~
reader x enjin
word count: 2.2k+ words
content warnings: nsfw, 18+ only (minors DNI), afab!cleaner!reader, established relationship, p0rn w/ some plot, some miscommunications, creampies, mating press, cunnilingus, cum eating, some anal fingering, praise and some degrading, marking
author’s note: make sure to use protection and pee after sex! go listen to Safety Net by Ariana Grande ft. Ty Dolla Sign
Enjin doesn’t cum inside ever. It’s an unwritten rule he has with any woman he sleeps with, one he always follows. Aside from an unwanted pregnancy and other complications and attachments included, he thinks it’s way too intimate for him. Sure, it’s tempting to spill himself inside and ride out his orgasm sheathed in the warm, constricting walls of a woman, but he can’t bring himself to be so vulnerable. He makes sure to either carry a condom or pull out, opting for the former most of the time.
This condition has never been an issue, until he met you. From the day you barged obliviously into his life, he’s questioned every habit and standard he’s held himself to. You have singlehandedly rewritten every rule. His face would heat and pair with rosy cheeks every time you made him laugh, and he suddenly found himself questioning his manlihood when you’d walk by casually and give him butterflies. At one point, he considered himself sick with an unknown illness until Semiu smacked him on the head and asked, “Are you fucking dumb?”
Which brings you to the present, now coupled and navigating a new territory together.
“Can I tell you something? But you can’t laugh,” you say to your friend on the phone one day. The afternoon is quiet in HQ, so you dedicate your time to cleaning your room and making it more comfortable.
“What’s up?” Your friend answers on the receiving end, and you sigh, contemplating even having this conversation. Across the room, Enjin opens your unlocked door quietly, thinking you’re curled in your blankets taking a nap. When he sees you turned away towards the window on the phone, he almost shuts the door to give you privacy. Then he hears your next sentence.
“He’s never cum inside of me. And I’m weirdly hurt about it,” you confess to your confidant, and he freezes with his head in the door frame.
“I know it’s silly, but we’ve never even talked about it. He always pulls out. I feel like I’m doing something wrong,” you ramble on, followed by a bunch of “mhms” and “yeahs” in response to the follow-up questions and advice your friend gives. But Enjin is no longer paying attention, instead racing through every memory of you two tangled in bed together. It’s true; he’s always pulled out just before hitting his peak.
He closes the door silently so as to not blow his cover, and he leans against it. All of this is new for him: you, showing feelings, treating you beyond just a casual passion-filled night. Frankly, he didn’t know what it took to foster a healthy relationship; had he been neglecting you and you never voiced it in fear?
Breaking the solo tension in the hall, Zanka walks up to your door. “Enjin! Is (Y/N) busy? I needed to ask her—” he pauses and eyes him suspiciously. “You good? You’re lookin’ lightheaded.”
He blinks and looks over at Zanka, and he resorts back to his casual demeanor, shrugging whatever feelings he had away. “Yeah, she’s in there,” he says and walks in the other direction, the echo of Zanka’s knock fading away as he enters his thoughts once more.
Two weeks pass, and Team Akuta returns from their mission in one of the farther distant towns from the Ground. You had placed your mindless conversation on the backburner since that day, not wanting to dwell too much on a “non-issue.” Enjin, however, could only focus on you and the dull ache and burning desire he felt every night he slept alone.
When he reaches base, he marches past everyone, not even bothering to greet Semiu or discuss how the mission went.
“What’s his issue?” Semiu takes off her glasses and asks the dumbfounded team. The beaten and exhausted trio look at her and shrug confused.
“He was tense the entire trip, and he kept muttering to himself on the way back,” Rudo comments.
“Maybe he had to take a shit,” Riyo jokes in return.
You rouse from your sleep when you hear your door swing open, rubbing your blurry eyes and seeing him yank off his coat and toss Umbreaker onto the floor.
“You’re back,” you smile sleepily and sit up, the blanket covering your body. He strides over to you without hesitation and crawls on top, caging you in before kissing you cravingly. It had been far too long, and he refuses to waste anymore time remedying your little request.
Your eyes widen fully awake as you kiss him in return, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he tangles his tongue with yours. You turn your head to the side to deepen the kiss, his saliva coating your lips and dripping down to your chin. His primal hunger travels through your skin, down to your core as he presses himself comfortably into you.
He pulls back breathless to gaze at you, his hand trailing your shirt and up to your bare tits. You press into his touch and whine quietly, catching your breath as well.
“Someone missed me,” you tease, and he shakes his head, ducking under your shirt and shoving his face into your chest.
“You have no fuckin’ clue, babe,” he mutters and sucks on your nipple, earning a moan from your lips. He licks and sucks on the supple skin, making sure to properly mark your skin with bright red blotches. You lean your head back and gasp, hand tangling into his golden locks from under your shirt. He hardly bothers with slow pleasantries when he’s desperate, opting to keep you clothed as he ruts against you.
“Enjin,” your voice breathlessly moans as the pleasure dizzies you. He pulls his head out and shoves up your shirt, exposing your saliva-painted tits and smirking at his artwork on you.
“Y’know,” he leans down and grazes your jawline with his teeth, “If you wanted my cum so badly, all you had to do was ask me,” he taunts as his hands busy themselves pulling off your shorts, fingers tracing over the wet spot on your panties.
Your eyes widen at the realization of his comment, and you bite your lip, holding back a whimper. “Babe, wait, how—” you try defending yourself but fall victim to his fingers hooking the fabric aside and toying with your throbbing clit.
“Nah, nah, nah,” he interrupts and holds your legs out wide, refusing to let you shy away. “You wanted this, pretty girl. My greedy little cumslut,” he reaches your earlobe, nibbling harshly as he glides his fingers over your drenched slit. “And my girl always gets what she wants.”
Your blood runs hot as you arch your back off the bed, pussy clenching desperately around the tips of his large fingers. He catches some of your arousal and brings his fingers to his lips, licking them clean as his bright irises lock on yours. Your face blooms warm as you watch, growing more and more antsy.
“Two weeks. Two fucking weeks and all I thought about was stuffing you full until you’re dripping in my cum,” he grumbles lowly as he hastily takes off his belt, shoving his pants down just enough to have his cock sprint free from its restraints. He strokes himself a few times before pinning your legs up to your chest.
“This what you want, doll? You wanna be my personal cum dump?” He leans in and steals an aching kiss from your lips, yanking your panties to the side as he traces your entrance with his tip. Your head spins as you moan, nodding and tugging at his hair as he nudges your clit occasionally, a needy whine escaping your throat. He’s the worst type of tease, always leaving you whiney and pleading.
“Fuck, yes, yes!” You claw at his broad and inked shoulders, and he chuckles, shaking his head at your plea and not fully giving in yet.
“Not good enough. Need ya to say it, gorgeous,” he rasps, groaning as he traces your sticky pussy lips, pushing in just the tip, forcing you to wait longer.
You moan frustrated, mouth hanging open as he hardly satisfies your needs. Your lip trembles at his proposition as you form the words. “Please, Enjin, please make me your cum dump.”
His lips form into his signature grin, pleased with your wanton desperation and filthy response. “You’re a fucking dream, sweetheart,” he sighs praise and surges himself inside, finally rewarding you both from the anxious wait.
You both gasp loudly when he bottoms out, balls pressed against you and adjusting to the snug stretch. Your legs hang tirelessly in the air as you moan, constricting around his cock. He sucks in a sharp breath and holds your legs in place, grinding his hips into you deeper to prod at your gooey sweet spot.
“I’m not going this long without fucking you anymore, no way,” he huffs and begins slamming into your cunt, his forehead pressed on yours. “Couldn’t even think straight the whole mission, not when I knew this sweet pussy was waiting for me here,” his mouth spills more filth as he pulls out and thrusts fully back in. You gasp and moan out as your pussy squelches in response, nails digging into his strong back.
“Ya like that, baby?” He lilts and grins, practically folding you in half as he fucks you without abandon. “Ya like when I fuck you stupid like this?” His breath hits your face, and the faint smell of cigarette smoke fills your senses, surging you forward to hungrily kiss him. He groans into your mouth and kisses you with instinct, teeth and tongue clashing as he keeps his brutal pace.
“I wonder what other dirty fantasies you have in that pretty little mind of yours,” he pulls away and his hand trails down to your ass. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel his thumb prodding at your tight, puckering hole, mind going numb instantly. He watches your face contort and laughs mischievously, tracing the rim before barely pushing the tip of his thumb in.
“So fucking greedy for me,” he grunts and fucks you deeper, feeling your gummy walls grip him, knowing you’re nearing your peak. “Don’t worry, baby. Imma give you everything I have,” he whispers, and your peals of moans ring out in response, tongue lolling out as you feel him poke at your weak spot.
“E-enjin so fucking good,” you moan as you tremble under his body, unable to say anything but his name. He removes his thumb from your ass and grips your legs once more, tempo exceeding faster as your moans grow higher. Your nerves tingle along your body as you feel yourself ready to tip over the edge.
“That’s it, make a mess all over my cock, fucking milk my balls dry with this tight pussy,” he rambles on as he feels himself finishing soon. You yank on his hair and scream out his name, coating him with your cum as your body tremors through your shattering orgasm.
He sighs in relief when he feels you and squeezes his eyes shut, fighting every alarm in his head to pull out at the last second. He grunts loudly and grinds his hips sloppy, feeling hot, white, sticky ropes shoot directly into your womb. You whimper when you feel him fill you to the brim, mind falling in and out of clear consciousness as he shifts his hips further, not wanting to waste a drop.
“Take it, take all of it,” he whispers and holds you close, face buried into your neck as it turns bright pink, his hands securing your body in his embrace as if you’d vanish in a second. You lay boneless into your mattress as he presses his weight on top.
You breathe normally and run your hand through his hair once more to ground you, eyes threatening to close and fall into a slumber from exhaustion. He pulls himself slowly off of you, pulling out and seeing his white seed seep out of your swollen pussy lips. A fire ignites in the pit of his abdomen, and he shuffles down between your legs and pulls your panties off completely, discarding the scrap of fabric to the floor. You raise your head up in confusion.
“Enjin? What are you—oh, fuck me,” you start asking before moaning, arching your back and his mouth attaches to your oozing hole. He laps up the excess cum from your cunt, moaning selfishly as he tastes himself and you on his tongue. He holds your shaking legs open as he cleans you up, savoring every drop that slips out. You whine sensitive, body heeding to every flick of his damp and inviting tongue.
He groans before pulling back, licking his lips satisfied before placing a small kiss on the inside of your thigh. His own simple way of thanking you for everything, for letting him use you and loving him the same, even if he struggles with verbalizing it to you.
You pull him up from your legs, and he finds a home in your chest, shoving his face into your tits to use as a pillow. You lay comfortably on your back and sigh, arms wrapped around his head and neck, listening to the afternoon owl hoot from outside your window.
“Next time you want something, ask me,” he mutters, and you scoff and roll your eyes.
“And next time you eavesdrop on my phone conversation, I will kick your ass,” you retort, but there’s no malice behind your threat.
“Yes ma’am,” he chuckles and closes his eyes, finally getting some sleep after feeling awake for two weeks.
content warnings: nsfw, 18+ only (minors DNI), officer!reader, afab!reader, established relationship, hoshina is a jealous and possessive man whether he believes it or not, minor spoilers, mention of brother rivalries, light-hearted bickering, domestic scenes, shower sex, unprotected sex, creampies, hickeys, mention of pink cheeks on reader
author’s note: maybe every time i have writer’s block, i just need to write for Hoshina because i feel like i reached flow state writing this. i’m just dipping my feet into the waters of writing again, so please be patient with me. go listen to Danger by Olivia Dean
“No.”
“Hoshina, it’s out of my control.”
“No, no way. I’m not allowing it.”
“You know that’s not your decision to make.”
Ashiro leans her hand on her desk, her mind at odds with her second-in-command. They hardly ever disagree on decisions like these, but when it comes to you, Soshiro (although he refuses to admit it) has a hard time separating his feelings. She can’t blame him; not when she knows the scope of the story. Yet…
“The alternative is sending her to the First Division with Captain Naru—”
“Nope, nope, nope, that’s worse,” he cuts in and swings his arms out, pacing the room as if that will help him come up with a better solution. Ashiro sighs and takes a seat in her chair.
“See? I knew you wouldn’t like that either,” she says, and a knock sounds on the door like perfect timing. They raise her heads before Ashiro calls out, “It’s open.”
You swing the door open and step inside. “Captain, Vice-Captain,” you greet and salute them, analyzing their faces. Your face falls a bit when you see the dreadful look in your boyfriend’s eyes and the subtle twitch in the Captain’s mouth.
“Is everything okay?” You ask unsure, taking a seat in front of her desk. Soshiro remains silent, afraid if he speaks, something out of pocket will spill out from his mouth. Ashiro takes a quiet inhale and nods.
“We’re finalizing plans for your promotion, and as you know, part of the process requires you to stay six months in another division as practice and a final assessment,” she explains, and your eyes light up.
“That’s great, where am I going?” Your voice sounds excited, and it kills a part of Soshiro’s soul hearing your glee and knowing the inevitable answer.
“The Sixth Division," Ashiro exhales the three heavy words. The silence fills the room as you think to yourself. You try to pick up clues on why saying it felt like a daunting task, like a taboo that was whispered among the walls.
“The Sixth? That’s with Captain…” your voice trails off and your eyes widen at the realization. You look at Ashiro, then at Soshiro, who’s conveniently turned away towards the bookshelves so you can’t read his mind. “Oh.”
“I understand if this makes you uncomfortable for whatever reason. We can request to delay the process, but we can’t guarantee there will be an opening with our Division at that point. We could also transfer you to the First—”
“No,” you cut her off then reel back in your seat. “Sorry,” you respond quickly before continuing. “I’m okay with going to the Sixth. I have no issues.”
Ashiro and Soshiro look at you in shock at your quick response, and you feel bad for answering so eagerly. You knew how Soshiro felt about his brother, to the point where you’ve stopped asking him about his family entirely. Still, knowing you’re this close to moving up in ranks, you refuse to allow some sibling spat get in your way.
“Vice-Captain?” Ashiro turns her head to the sulking man. He glances at her first, then at you. Your pleading eyes speak volumes, trying to appeal to his soft side. He knows how tempting they are, your windows to your soul, how weak they make him when they lock firmly on his own. It’s a noiseless conversation between you two now, communicating solely through stares and telepathic waves.
He sighs and shakes his head to himself, accepting defeat at your hands. “I have no issues either,” he grumbles out. Even with the blessing, the room feels thick with logistics and awkwardness.
Ashiro clears her throat and shuffles some papers.“Excellent. I’ll let Captain Hoshina know and we can get you out there by the end of the week.”
Soshiro whips his head at the Captain, feeling betrayed. He only has a few days left to spend with you before his insufferable older brother has you for half a year? How is that fair?
You try your best to stay neutral even though you’re unhappy with the handful of days allotted to you. “Understood. Thank you, Captain Ashiro,” you formally express before leaving the room. When the door closes, you lean against the cool metal, replaying the conversation back in your head. You feel conflicted, wanting to be happy about your advancement but feeling upset at departing so soon.
Later that night, Soshiro knocks on your door quietly to not alert your neighbors. You open and stand clad in your pajama shorts and shirt, ruffled hair, and tired eyes. He smiles, and you can see all the tension from the day disappear when he gazes at you.
“Thought you’d be too mad at me to want to come over,” you joke, but deep down you feared it was true. He shakes his head and walks inside, cupping your cheek to take your lips into his. The familiar greeting always leaves you breathless, and you latch your arms onto his neck as he kisses you with all his being.
“I could never be mad at you,” he says when he pulls away, planting a tiny kiss on your nose as he leads you to your bed to cuddle. He often prefers your quarters to his, even though they’re significantly smaller in size. He doesn’t care; wherever you are is home for him.
“You ignored me all day today during training and at dinner,” you huff out in remembrance, and he gives you a sympathetic look. He swears it wasn’t on purpose, but no amount of reasoning and explaining can fix how it made you feel.
“I’m sorry, princess. Let me make it up to you,” he suggests, laying down in bed with you in his arms. You roll your eyes and think, and then you stick out your left leg.
“My knee still hurts,” you complain, and he chuckles, knowing exactly what you want. He kisses your cheek and nods.
“Say less,” he says and moves down from your body, his finger massaging the muscle and bone expertly. You melt into your mattress and let out a relieved groan, eyes closing as you relax. The domesticity of your relationship allows you to let your guard down and be yourself unapologetically. You don’t have to pretend to be the strongest or toughest soldier in the Third Division; you don’t have to prove anything here. Rather you get to lower the walls and share the most hidden parts. You trust him eternally, which makes him feel like the worst partner for initially wanting to refuse the transfer.
Soshiro rubs the soreness out of your poor, overused joint, meticulously digging the pads of his fingers into a specific area that has you sighing. He grins a little to himself and leans down, gently biting down on your thigh playfully. You open one eye to look at him unamused.
“Was that necessary?” you deadpan, and when he laughs, your serious facade cracks. You’ve grown used to his impulsive thoughts and actions, resulting in mostly random playful bite marks on your body.
“Very,” he says and kisses your kneecap to conclude your massage, making his way back up your body to hold you against his chest.
You close your eyes and bury your face into him, inhaling his scent now while you can. The world could be collapsing under the rise of Kaiju, and you’d choose his arms to lay down peacefully every time when all is said and done. His palm finds your spine and traces it up and down, occasionally drawing small circles and patterns.
“If you really don’t want me to go, I can tell Ashiro that I’ll wait,” you offer quietly. You can’t help but feel a little guilty about the situation, despite you being an innocent bystander.
He closes his eyes and smoothly exhales, shaking his head at your offer. “No, you deserve to go. You’ve earned your place here as Platoon Leader,” he reassures. “Now ya just gotta prove it to the rest of the Force.”
You scoff at his encouragement, but you know he means every word. “Yeah, sounds easy enough,” you sarcastically answer, listening to the rhythmic thumping of his heart. Your eyelids fall heavy as they close, entering a quiet end to a heavy day. Soshiro stays awake longer, careful not to disrupt your sleep as he kisses the crown of your head.
“I’ve got nothin’ to worry about, you’re mine anyway,” he whispers to himself once he’s sure you're asleep. He’d never call himself a jealous man, always feel secure with your endless love and devotion. No, this is different. He knows you’re his, he needs to make sure the rest of the world knows you’re only his.
On the morning of your departure, you turn on the hot water to your shower, sleepily stripping off your pajamas. You step inside and let the water rain on you, enjoying the steam against your sore bones. You shake your head gently to get your hair fully wet before reaching for the shampoo. When the curtain pulls back, a hand grabs your wrist, and Soshiro steps inside the shower to join you.
“Baby?” You question, slumber still lingering in your brain. He hums and kisses the pulse point on your wrist, trailing his kisses up your arm before pulling you flush against his chest.
“Do ya mind if I join?” His voice rasps quietly, and your back presses against his muscular front. In a cloudy hazy, you shake your head at his question, head rolling back.
He chuckles satisfied at your answer, leaning down to kiss on your neck. Your little gasps echo in his ears as he continues, taking some of the soft skin between his teeth. You whimper and squeeze your legs, arousal already building and seeping out in between. He holds your pliant body, one hand traveling up your torso to your breasts while the other slips between your thighs to find your sensitive clit.
“You’re doing that on purpose,” you pout, squirming in his hold as your plush ass rubs against his growing hard-on. He grunts softly and shakes his head in response. “So are you.”
The steam in the shower and the pants leaving your lips fill the bathroom. You grind your hips at a tempo that drives him crazy, and he slides two fingers from your twitching clit to your sticky pussy lips. His forehead drops to your shoulder as he groans, the pads of his fingers playing with your arousal.
“Fuck,” he grunts out. “Always so ready to take me, huh?” He can’t help but tease, knowing how pink your cheeks get with his words. You nod and spread your legs for him, mouth hanging open as you moan.
“Need you so bad,” you whine breathlessly, and he hoists your leg up, hooking his arm around to hold you stable. He leans down and scrapes your ear with his teeth, the crown of his cock nudging your entrance.
“Good. Gotta make sure you remember who you belong to,” he whispers seductively, slowly pushing in, making sure you feel every inch. You moan out and feel the pleasurable stretch, eyes closed tightly when he bottoms out.
“Soshiro,” you exhale, desperate for him to move and fuck you properly. He sucks in a breath and replays your cute pitchy voice in his head, his hips moving skillfully to prod at your sweet spot. Your standing leg trembles at the intense pleasure, but you know he’d never drop you, displaying his incredible arm strength.
“Good girl, you’re mine. And I don’t like sharin’ what’s mine,” he growls in your ear as the hot water beams on his skin, wet strands of hair sticking to his forehead. You gasp for air as he toys with your poor, neglected clit again, whispering obscenities deeper into your conscience.
“I’m the only one who fucks you dumb and gets you cockdrunk,” he pants and holds your leg out wider, earning a small whimper from you. “Isn’t that right, sweet girl?” He taunts as your velvet walls get him equally drunk off your touch.
Your hand reaches behind and tugs on his purple locks, body hot to the touch with all the attention he feeds you and the shower water, barely able to keep up with his pace. He fits so perfectly in your sopping cunt, giving you a high you could never replicate.
“Yes! Yes,yes,yes,yes, fuck right there, Soshiro,” you plead, feeling every long vein on his cock drag against your core, his tip kissing your cervix as the knot in your belly tightens with every thrust.
He gasps when your pussy convulses around him, slick dripping down and making a mess on his pelvic area. “That’s it, show me how messy my pretty girl is, how I make her cum on this cock every goddamn time” his words spill out like a filthy promise, only holding you steady in his arms as his thrusts increase.
Your heart races fast in your chest as you see white, eyes rolling to your skull. Your body bursts with immense pleasure, shaking against his chest as he helps you ride through your peak. He groans when he feels your release and bites down on your neck, muffling his moans as he fills your inviting pussy with his cum. You feel him paint your pulsating walls with his essence, a permanent and tender reminder of his love.
Soshiro shudders softly as his peak ends, his body slumping forward as he sets down your leg, wrapping his arms around your torso so you don’t collapse under the loss of feeling. You blink lazily into reality and look around, realizing you haven’t even started your shower.
“Wash my hair?” You ask nicely, and Soshiro can’t resist your adorable request as he reaches for your fragrant shampoo. He scrubs your hair thoroughly, humming to himself before rinsing and reaching for the conditioner. You make idle morning chatter with him as he bathes you, and you’re thankful for mornings like these, even if it’s your last one for a while.
“There. All clean,” he says proudly once he scrubs your shoulders, making sure the soap is rinsed off. You hum in response, grabbing the soap and beginning to scrub his figure. Fair’s fair, you suppose.
You turn off the water once you’re finished, and he grabs a fluffy towel, tossing it over your head to dry your hair.
“I can’t see!” You protest muffled. Soshiro smiles and pulls the towel once he finishes, kissing your forehead before drying the rest of your body. You let him do as he pleases, indulging in every caress as a nice memory for the next months.
As time ticks on, clothes fly across the room and into your bags. A part of your heart sinks down to your stomach when you glance at your calendar, realizing you’d miss important dates and birthdays. Almost as if he can feel your glum aura, Soshiro comes up behind you, wrapping you in his arms in reassurance.
“You’re gonna love the Kansai Region,” he whispers, and you half smile to yourself. As much as it pains him physically to see you leave and think about you alone with his brother, he knows he needs to be your biggest support.
“I know I will. My favorite person in the whole world is from there,” you respond, swaying in his arms as if it will help time slow. His ears turn pale pink at your subtle praise, and he squeezes you tighter, leaning down to bury his face in your hair. Your lavender shampoo fills his senses, and he holds onto you tighter, relishing the present moment with you.
You feel soft kisses along your neck and lean your head to the side, closing your eyes. “Babe, I need to go soon,” you warn him gently, but you know how badly you both need this.
“Just give me 20 minutes, pretty girl. I’ll make it worth your while,” his voice entices you, and he licks over a blooming red mark on your skin, a physical reminder of him that will be difficult to conceal later. You sigh in agreement and soften against his touch, feeling your body spin to face him. You’re met with a new pouring and aching desire in his opened eyes, like he didn’t already rearrange your insides an hour ago in the shower.
Soshiro pushes you up against the nearest wall as his lips hungrily kiss yours. Your hands tangle in his hair instinctively and tug on his damp strands of hair, leaning your head against the wall as his hands find a home in your pants. Never one to waste time, he plays with your clit while another hand gropes your white shirt for your tits.
“Can’t believe you’re gonna deprive me of this for six months,” he groans out the complaint, leaning in and nibbling on your earlobe. You gasp and start pushing off your pants, your hands busy undoing the buckle of his. He inhales sharply when you start stroking his growing cock, only pushing him to rub mean, little circles on your throbbing clit.
“You’re the one who said you had no issues,” you retort in a short breath, whimpering when he forcefully turns you around. Your ass presses flush against him, and he pulls his pants down just enough to drag his cock against it.
“Doesn’t mean I like the idea of you spending time with that unbearable pest,” he growls into your ear, and you clench your thighs at his bold confession. You close your eyes and grin mischievously to yourself before speaking.
“Is my sweet, doting boyfriend jealous?” You lilt, voice dripping in mockery. You know exactly what sets him off, and it gives you exactly what you need. His palm grips your hip as he pushes the tip into your warm cunt, capturing the sweetest, breathy moan from your swollen lips.
“You’re asking for it now, princess,” his voice darkly speaks as he slams his hips against your ass, grunting at how greedily your cunt sucks him in. “This body,” he pants, “These tits and this tempting cunt are my property.”
Your head rolls back as your mouth hangs open, unable to form a coherent thought as he pins you against the wall. His meticulous thrusts make you see stars, slick dripping out and coating his cock and heavy balls. He squeezes your tits and tugs on your nipples, only making you moan louder and louder with each pull. You hoped whoever lived next door was out for the morning, or else you’d die of embarrassment.
He lets out a laugh when you don’t respond, teeth tugging on the shell of your ear. “Aww, you’re so cute like this, my love,” he mocks you and trails a hand to your clit, harshly rubbing and pinching it. You yelp in response and feel your climax speeding through your veins.
“S-soshiro…” You rasp out, and he commits the sound of his name from your throat to memory. He knows you’re close by the way your cunt grips him tight, and it drives him beyond crazy.
“That’s it, baby, say my name just like that,” he encourages and pistons his hips impossibly faster, your body slowly falling limp in his arms. You chant his name over and over, and he swears he could burst into flames with how you praise him. “There she is, good girl,” he rambles on as he tips you to the edge.
You pant and squeeze your eyes tight, body trembling in his hold as your orgasm washes over you. He drops his forehead to your shoulder and groans out feeling your cum, shooting white ropes of his cum into your womb. His hips sloppily and slowly thrust as he rides out his peak, body slumped against yours on the wall.
You whimper and lean your head on his, coming down from the clouds in a peaceful bliss. Your watch beeps, and you groan in protest. He chuckles and rubs the sides of your torso lovingly.
“Told ya I’d make it worth your while,” he says, and you roll your eyes, attempting to push him off of you.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I need to go before I miss the train.” You turn around and feel globs of his cum seep out down your thighs. He looks down and smirks at the heavenly sight, helping you into your panties and pants, straightening out your wrinkled shirt as much as possible. When you glance at the mirror, you wince and attempt to fix your hair, leaning your neck and spotting the red and purple blotches he left behind. You knew he couldn’t just let you leave without marking his territory properly on you, and now you’re going to have to look his brother dead in the eye with your new additions.
Soshiro grabs his training jacket and wraps it around your shoulders. “Here, take my jacket.”
You look at him suspiciously, and he smiles coy, pretending he has no clue what he’s doing. “It’s big on me,” you try to argue, and he shrugs.
“Good, it’ll keep ya warm,” he responds, and you sigh defeated, sticking your arms in the sleeves. You grab your two bags and phone, looking around the room suddenly sad. It’s only six months, and it’ll still feel like an eternity regardless.
“You got everything?” He asks a final time, and you nod, too blue to look at him directly. He tilts your chin up with his fingers to make you look at him, and he smiles sympathetically. You can’t help but return a smile back, and when he kisses you one last time, the world stops spinning and the air feels soft.
“I love you. Call me the second you get there, and come back in one piece, please,” he whispers, and you chuckle a bit, knowing the harsh reality that rests in this job. “And be gentle on your bad knee,” he scolds one last time, mostly because he can’t help himself.
You giggle and shake your head. “I love you, too. No promises on the last part, though,” you joke before stealing a last kiss, turning to the door, and walking out of your room into the hallway.
Soshiro watches you disappear and sighs. He stays in your space a little longer, laying on your bed and inhaling the scent left on your pillows, wondering how he’ll survive without you.
Nagumo being your first and when he enters in you, you come, and he's like "did you just come from me just putting it in?" and then "it's ok, tell me when to move" and "come as much as you like". He would obsessively suck your pierced nipples too
Tú Eres El Pecado Más Divino (You Are the Most Divine Sin)
Tiemblo al sentir tu narcótico efecto~
reader x nagumo yoichi
word count: 2.3k+ words
content warnings: nsfw, 18+ only (minors DNI), afab!reader, virgin!reader, nipple piercings, vertical clitoral hood piercing, dry humping, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (protect yourselves, y’all), praise kink, some fluff and smut
author’s note: i had this request and another virgin reader request, so i’m combining the two for maximum horniness. i also gave reader a VCH piercing just for funsies. go listen to Sobredosis by Romeo Santos ft. Ozuna
“Wait, you’re serious?”
“Can you stop looking at me like that?” You groan in embarrassment and cover your face in your hands. Your tank top straps slide down your shoulders as your face feels warm to the touch. Nagumo chuckles and wraps his arms around you in a hug.
“Babe no, I didn’t mean it like that,” he reassures and rocks you back and forth in his lap. You refuse to look at him as he tries removing your hands from your face.
“Yes you did, don’t patronize me,” you say, dropping your hands to finally look at him. His eyes pour adoration into yours, and he smiles at your shyness.
“You’re so cute, you know that, right? There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin,” he whispers and kisses your nose. You scrunch your nose when you feel his lips and try escaping from his lap, wanting to just forget the whole thing.
“At my grown age?” You argue and avert his gaze, feeling a sense of shame and humiliation. He holds you still in his lap when you try wiggling away again, his grip firm.
It’s not that you are utterly ashamed of yourself. You just never got around to it, and men hardly gave you the time of day. That is until Nagumo waltzed into your life. You desperately want him, having fantasized about his lips on your neck, his warm hands exploring your skin for weeks now. Your inhibitions always got in the way though, afraid of underperforming when the time truly came. And now here, sitting on his couch with a flushed face and loose hair, your heart thumps loudly against your ribcage at the thought of being officially intimate.
Nagumo tips your chin towards him so you have no choice but to face him, and he smiles softly at you once more. “Hey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he says softly. Your comfort will be his first priority, and if that means waiting until you’re ready, then so be it.
You shake your head in protest. “No, I want this. I want you,” you plea insistently, and his eyes widen at your request.
Of course, he also wants this with you; who wouldn’t? Buried in the back of his mind rises a sick, sadistic desire of being your first and only, being the one who has you screaming and moaning his name. He’s only a little ashamed of it, reserving those fantasies for when he’s alone at night, imagining your soft, plush body under his.
He nods and scoops you up swiftly in his arms, kissing your cheek quickly before walking towards his room. “You’re going to want a bed,” he says and carries you to his mattress, laying you down gently.
You nod and grow nervous, your arms loosely wrapped around his neck. When he kisses you, you pull him down, lips hastily tangled together. Your hands travel up to his long hair and tug, his tongue slipping wantingly into your mouth. He grunts when you pull, and he cages you in with his body, fingers pulling at your tank top slowly, giving you the chance to stop him if you want.
You pull away from his lips and pant, and his saliva paints your lips so prettily, his heart surges at the sight. You guide his hands up your top and help him undress you, tossing the clothing to the side. His eyes focus on your breasts, and his hand easily unclasps your bra, letting it fall off. The silver metal bars between your nipples catch his attention, and he starts grinning up at you.
You roll your eyes and attempt to cover yourself out of habit. “I was 19 and stupid,” you give out an excuse, and he grabs your wrists before you can.
“And I’m just finding this out now?” He teases as he pins your wrists down and lowers his head, his lips wrapped around the hardened bud. You arch your back and gasp, moaning out at the gentle suction. He sighs contently and runs his tongue over the jewelry, burying his face into your chest. Your breaths quicken when he tugs gently with his teeth, eliciting another sharp moan from you.
“Nagumo,” you whine and wiggle impatiently under him as you feel your core grow sensitive. He looks up at you with doe eyes, a dirty sight having him coat your tits in his drool. You grow shy again and look away, your hips pushing up against him in an attempt for friction.
He pulls away from your red and raw nipples, grinding his hips onto yours in rhythm. His hard cock in his sweats drags deliciously against your wet, clothed cunt, and you lean your head back as more moans leave your lips. It’s almost embarrassing how eager you are for him, but he relishes in knowing he’ll be the only thing on your mind for the rest of the night.
You whine and gasp, eyes closing as you roll your hips faster, your clit throbbing under your shorts and dripping underwear. He grabs hold on your shorts and pulls them off in one motion, discarding the pair before traveling lower.
“She’s so soaked,” he groans at the sight of your pussy lips sticking to the wet spot, and he runs his tongue over the delicate fabric. You reel and moan, inhaling sharply when his tongue drags against the metal adorning your clit. He feels something hard and hums confused, yanking down your panties and spreading your legs out to see the beautiful gem glistening in the low lighting of his room.
“I am the luckiest man alive,” he declares, his jaw hanging open as he basks in your divine beauty. He could die a happy man in between your legs, tongue stuffed into your oozing hole and your thighs suffocating his head.
“I was 21 and stu—oh fuck,” you begin to explain and moan out when he eagerly runs his tongue over every crevice of your pussy. He holds your hips in place as he dives into your clenching hole, groaning and slurping obnoxiously loud. Your blood runs hot as you pull on his hair, urging him for more. He licks up your sweet arousal, lips occasionally nudging your aching clit. You bury his face deeper into your cunt, seeing stars in your eyes every time he gives your sweet spot attention.
“Oh, oh fuck please, need you,” you whine and beg, fingers toying with your nipples as he ravished you like his final meal. He pulls away, spit and slick covering his lips and chin, smirking smugly up at you. You groan at the loss of friction and relax into the mattress, chest rising and falling as you try catching your breath.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I promise I’ll take good care of you.” Nagumo keeps his eyes on yours as he kisses your inner thigh sweetly, moving up your body and leaving a trail of kisses up your navel to your chest, on your neck, and finally to your succulent lips. You taste yourself on his tongue and moan, tugging on the hem of his black shirt.
He pulls away and yanks his shirt over his head, his chiseled chest on full display. You run your fingers over his pecs then abs, suddenly growing self-conscious about your figure. He sees your brows furrow, and he takes your hand in his, kissing the top before saying, “You’re absolutely exquisite, my love.”
You gasp quietly and shyly look away, your nerves returning as he then pulls off his sweats and boxers. His neglected, hard cock oozes pre and stands at full attention, and you wonder how he’s supposed to fit. As if he can read your next thoughts, he guides you to lay down on the bed among the pillows, wanting you as comfortable as possible.
“I’ll be super gentle, okay? You tell me if you’re uncomfortable or want me to stop.” He leans down and presses a kiss on your forehead, adjusting himself between your hips again. Your heart beats fast, but you feel at ease, trying to relax so you’re not as tense.
He strokes himself a few times then guides your hand down to your clit. “Want you to rub that pretty clit while I push in, yeah? It’ll help you relax more,” he assures, and you nod, sighing as you trace small circles on your throbbing nub.
He presses the crown of his cock on your entrance, slowly dragging it up and down to drench it in your slick. You gasp and focus on the pleasure, rubbing faster circles on the delicate bud. He groans and leans down, lining himself up and burying his face into your neck.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Just relax, wanna feel all of you while I do all the work,” he mutters lowly in your ear, dipping down and kissing your neck.
You gasp and nod, mouth agape as he surges in slowly, pushing in inch by inch until he’s balls deep into you. You squeeze your eyes shut and teasing your clit faster, the knot in your stomach tightening rapidly, and rapid, until—
“Oh! Oh, Yoichi!” You scream out and writhe underneath, legs trembling as your orgasm knocks the air out of your lungs. You shake softly as your eyes only see white, your hand falling to your side as you ride out your pleasure.
Nagumo pulls away from your neck and looks at your trembling figure, a new wave of arousal and desire hitting him at once.
“Did you… did you just come?” He sounds both turned on and impressed. You nod with eyes still closed, panting as you return to reality. You’d be lying if you said you’ve never fooled around with yourself, but this was the first time you’ve hit your peak successfully.
He laughs out and cups your face, kissing you with so much lovesick passion. “That was so incredibly sexy,” he says between breathless kisses. “Come as much as you want, baby. I won’t complain about it ever.”
You groan and flush when he teases you. Even when completely naked performing the most intimate act, he finds a way to be his cheeky, brazen self.
Nagumo grunts softly when he shifts his hips, trying to resist pinning you to the bed and fucking you into oblivion. “You okay, baby? You tell me when I can move,” he says through gritted teeth, fighting off every instinct until you give him your word.
You let out a shaky exhale, nodding your head. “Please,” you beg and look at him with innocent eyes. He swears you could ask him anything with those eyes, and he’d do anything. You may be the one under him, but you will always hold the power above him.
Nagumo pulls out to push back in slowly at first, your tight walls sucking him in with every thrust. “Fuuuuck, you’re so tight,” he groans loudly in your ear, grabbing your legs and wrapping them tightly around his waist. You exhale and moan, feeling how easily he slides in and out, like you were shaped just for his taking.
He pants and screws his eyes tight, not wanting to come too soon but your gummy walls tempt him into spilling his seed so quickly. “That’s it, princess. You take me so well,” he groans and ghosts the shell of your ear, nibbling on the cartilage as he rocks his hips at a faster tempo.
“Baby, talk to me. Are you good?” He pants out and focuses back on you, brushing back strands of hair from your face when your face contorts. You nod and whimper, pulling him down to kiss him hungrily. His eyes widen at your boldness, but he returns the carnage desire and kisses you just as desperate and sloppy.
“Feels—fuck, feels so good,” you praise him in return, and his ears and face turn pink at your affection. He urges on and starts slamming his hips into yours, your slick dripping down your thighs and onto his balls. The squelching noises echo in the room as you could only receive every ounce of twisted pleasure he offers you. Your body heats up exponentially as the familiar build in your core begins to speed through your veins.
Nagumo ducks his head down to your chest and buries his face into your tits, leaving bright red marks on the delicate skin that will serve as reminders tomorrow morning. Your voice wavers higher as he fucks you meticulously, hitting every hidden sweet spot deep in your cunt.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, please let me come, please Yoichi.” Your nails drag and dig into his back, and he grunts out, his pace only quickening as he carries you through your peak.
“You really know how to feed into my ego, huh, pretty girl?” he lilts into your ear, thriving off of your begs and pleas, his thrusts growing sloppy. The pleasure throbs loudly in your bones as you climb your climax, overwhelmed with all the pressure bursting in your soul. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, short breaths compressing your lungs as your nails dig harder into his muscular back.
“Good girl, just like that, so good at milking my cock dry,” he coos and groans loudly, his load spilling into you after pistoning himself animalistically. Hot, white ropes fill your cunt, and you feel drained and full from his essence and love.
Your half-opened eyes glance up at him, chest heaving slowly as you catch your breath. He pants just as exhausted and captures your soft lips once again, but this time the kiss is soft and gentle, a complete contrast to what you felt before. You weakly kiss him in return and sink into his comfortable bed, boneless and tingling in every nerve.
He chuckles and pulls out, feeling some of his cum seep out and stain his sheets. He doesn’t mind, not after he already got to claim you as his only. “I’m so in love with you,” he whispers as a secret, adjusting next to you to pull you protectively into his chest.
You hum in response and cuddle into him, tracing the tattoos on his arms and chest as your mind still glides across a cloud of bliss. Looking back, you don’t know why you were even nervous to begin with when he’s doted on you hand and foot. You smile to yourself, knowing it’ll only get better from here.
Can i request a Nagumo fic cuz I've been starving. There's barely update on Nagumo x reader anymore where his own child literally fights and competes with him for reader's attention?
All of these Moments Just Might Find Their Way into my Dreams
I’ll tell you one thing, it’s always better when we’re together~
author’s note: yk that one panel of Amane hissing at his dad when he was a kid and his dad asked to play with him? that lowkey inspired this LMAOOO go listen to Better Together by Jack Johnson
“Mama!”
The most spoken word in your household as of late. You haven’t even taken off your coat, and here comes your 3 year old son and your husband dashing through the living room to come greet you. You sigh and rub your neck, hanging up your work hat for the night and putting on your family hat.
You and Nagumo had decided that once Kazuki turned three, you would send him off to daycare so you can both start a new normal of working full time again. Although, with the school year approaching soon, you found it harder and harder to fill out the paperwork. Your little boy, who’s running around now and speaking full sentences, is growing up before your very eyes. You wanted to cherish these last moments like staying home together and spending full days together.
This moment is a different story, however. Work was exhausting as ever, and after 8 hours of being on your feet, all you wanted to do was disappear into your room. Unfortunately, this is a luxury that’s long gone now.
“Mama! Mama! Papa says that you love him more than you love me!” Kazuki pouts when he reaches you, hugging behind your legs to hide from Nagumo.
“She’s known me longer, of course she loves me more,” Nagumo childishly answers and crosses his arms. Sometimes you wonder if you have one child at home or two.
You sit down on the floor and kiss Kazuki’s head. “I love you both equally, sweetheart,” you assure him as you yank off your heeled boots. Your feet were more swollen this time around, but you figure that every time will be different from the previous.
“One day I’m gonna marry you, Mama!” Kazuki declares and wraps his tiny arms around your neck. You laugh and hold him in your arms, standing up as you approach Nagumo. He sighs and shakes his head, greeting you properly with a welcome home kiss.
“But I’m already married, love,” you break the obvious news to your son, and Nagumo interjects.
“Yeah, to me,” he says smugly as if he finally won the argument. You glare at him as you cradle Kazuki’s head.
“Not helping,” you retort and set Kazuki down. “Did you and Papa make dinner tonight?”
He smiles brightly and nods accomplished. “I made the rice! And I set the table all by myself,” he turns to Nagumo and has an identical smug facial expression. You hold in your laughter and nod.
“Good job. Go wash your hands and we’ll eat together,” you explain, and you see his little footsteps hurry off to the bathroom. Nagumo lets out a loud groan and rests his head on your shoulder. Looks like you’re not the only one who’s had a neverending day.
“I don’t know where he gets it from,” he complains, and you laugh at his oblivion.
“He gets it from you. That is 100% your son,” you tease and poke his shoulder before walking over to the table to sit down. The smell of the food tickles your nose, and your senses heighten in distaste. You’re trying your hardest not to give it away, but Nagumo has always been one to crack the code with very little clues.
“What’s wrong?” he asks and takes a seat across from you. You shake your head dismissively.
“Nothing. My lunch didn't agree with me earlier, but I’m okay now,” you brush off and start serving yourself. When Kazuki comes back, he grins and stands at the table.
“Mama, I love you this much,” he says and spreads his arms out as widely as possible. You smile and chuckle in amazement.
“That’s so much! How much do you love Papa?” You ask, curious to see his answer since they’ve been fighting for your sole attention since you’ve stepped through the door.
Kazuki thinks and pushes his hands close together so they’re almost touching. “This much.”
Nagumo rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on,” he groans. You stifle a laugh at his reaction, trying to be the mature one in this situation.
“Sweetheart, what if I told you Papa loves you this much?” You spread your arms out wide, hoping to convince his malleable little mind. Kazuki puts a finger on his lips to think, then he shakes his head.
“Does Mama love me that much?” He asks, and your eyes widen at his response. Even at this age, his answers and responses are smart, witty, and occasionally deflective; just like his father.
“We both love you very much,” you redirect back, but it doesn’t matter anymore. His mind is set on you only. You turn to Nagumo and shrug. “I tried.”
Kazuki dances in his seat as he eats, and you observe him lovingly. As annoyed as Nagumo is and as tired as you are, you know you’re going to miss this stage of his life. It’s unfair how life moves on even when you’re not ready to let go, but you hold onto the hope that this new chapter you’re beginning will be as fulfilling and sweet of memories.
After dinner, play time, and a bedtime story, you tuck Kazuki into bed for the night.
“Good night, my sweet boy,” you whisper and kiss his forehead. As you walk towards the door and reach for the light, Kazuki speaks.
“Mama, can you tell Papa I love him this much?” He spreads his arms out wide open.
You gasp quietly and smile. “Of course I can. Maybe tomorrow, he can read you the bedtime story,” you add and close the door, tiptoeing quietly away to not disturb his pending slumber.
You flop exhausted onto your back when you reach your bed. Your body aches in every limb, and your eyes grow so heavy that you have half a mind to just sleep in your work clothes. Nagumo finishes washing the dishes then joins you in bed, laying next to you on his back as well.
“Long day?” You joke, and he scoffs at your mockery.
“Little brat,” he mumbles, but you know his name calling is out of love. You snuggle close to him and stare at the ceiling, relishing in the small moments of peace and quiet while you can.
“He’ll grow out of it. He told me he loves you,” you comment. Nagumo chuckles dryly and shakes his head.
“He told you and not me?” He asks, and you shove his shoulder with the little strength you have.
“It’s just a phase. Give it time. Besides,” you begin to say, voice falling nervous. “He’s gonna have to learn how to share me soon.”
Nagumo hums at your words mindlessly before dwelling on them. Soon? What do you mean soon? He furrows his eyebrows a bit as he continues thinking, and suddenly the pieces start merging together. The complaints about sore and swollen feet, the constant trips to the bathroom, how you check yourself in the mirror a little too long each morning, feeling fatigued more than usual.
He sits up from his spot to look at you, and you have the cheekiest grin on your face.
“Surprise,” you say quietly, and tears start to prick at his eyes as he holds your hand.
“Do you mean it?” he whispers as if this is a sacred secret for only you two to share. You nod and start tearing up at his reaction.
“I went to the doctor’s this morning. Six weeks along now,” you whisper in return, and Nagumo pulls you off from the bed into the biggest and most protective embrace. The air around you stills as you share the intimate moment, feeling both scared for the future and excited for its newest addition to your lives.
You laugh a little and wrap your arms around him, sniffling as you bury your face into his shoulder. There aren’t enough words in existence to express how you feel, but in this moment, you know for certain that even if the world falls apart, you’ll always have each other.
“I hope it’s a girl this time,” he sighs happily, imagining a little daughter in cute pigtails running around, loving him like he hung up the stars and moon for her.
You nod and wipe your tears, happy that you get to be here with him in every way.
content warnings: nsfw, 18+ only (minors DNI), mirror sex, fingering, choking, reverse cowgirl, doggy, dirty talk, praise, degradation, one pussy slap, insecurities, aftercare, soshiro’s a meanie but he loves you, just straight up filth with some cute words here and there lol
author’s note: i make no apologies for what i have written. enjoy! go listen to Lights On by H.E.R.
“Eyes on the mirror, sweetheart.”
His voice is anything but nice, even if the words spoken are saccharine. You nod and fix your gaze on the mirror, small whimpers leaving your mouth as your eyes trail down to your soaking cunt on full display. His fingers plunge so deliciously into you, disappearing inside as he rubs and caresses your tight, slick walls. His thumbs rests on your throbbing clit, small circles tracing the bud. You exhale shakily and moan, head delirious with all the pleasure fluttering your body.
One too many self-depricating jokes put you in this position. Soshiro overheard you throughout the day talk yourself down too many times to other subordinates, and something in his brain ticked him off about it more than usual. Did you really think that lowly of yourself? How can you not see what he sees every single day in you? Has he not showered you in enough love and affection for you to feel the way he does?
The final nail on the coffin was a conversation he shamefully eavesdropped on between you and Kikoru.
“I never would’ve guessed he liked me. I thought he’d rather be with someone smarter like Okonogi, or more confident like the Captain. I’m just so plain and ordinary, you know?” You confess to Kikoru.
Oh, you are in for it now, he thinks to himself as he holds his composure from afar.
“Now,” he speaks as you squirm, seated between his legs. “I want you to say three things you like about yourself.” He nears your ear and nibbles on it, his eyes locking onto yours in the reflection. His fingers reach into your deepest spot, and your head rolls back against his shoulder.
“Soshiro,” your breath tightens at his order, and your face grows embarrassingly hot. He cruelly yanks out his fingers and delivers a sharp slap on your quivering cunt. You yelp in response and shake, whining at the loss of sweet pleasure.
“Bad girls who disobey me don’t get to cum,” he threatens, and you let out an exhale as your eyes go back to the mirror. He sweetly rubs over your sticky pussy lips, teasing your entrance. He’s never been so determined to have you a whimpering, begging, airless mess in his arms.
“I-I like how long my legs look,” you muster out, and he rewards you by shoving his mastered fingers back into your cunt. You moan and force yourself to watch, only getting wetter at the sight.
“I-oh fuck, I love how my hair looks when it’s loose,” you continue moaning and panting, trying to keep up with his increasingly fast pace. He nibbles on the shell on your ear again as his thumb rubs faster circles, wanting to bring you to the edge.
“Holy shit…” You writhe in his hold, body set ablaze as he toys with your sweet spot once more. “I love when I wear a dress on my days off,” you say through loud moans.
Soshiro hums and grins, pleased with your answers. “See? That wasn’t so hard,” he taunts as a hand travels up to your neck, wrapping his fingers around and pressing gently. You gasp softly and whimper, mind going numb as he twists his knuckles deep into your soaking hole.
“Fucking hell, you look so gorgeous like this,” he growls lowly, relishing in your gasps and strangled moans. He reads your body like his favorite book, skillfully mastering every touch and push to get you off. “My perfect little whore acts like she’s so ordinary, acting like I don’t fill her slutty cunt every single night with my cum.”
His fingers thrust in at lightning speed, and you let out a muffled scream as your orgasm wrecks your entire being, cum soaking his digits through his mean pace. He grunts and slows down when you twitch helplessly, letting go of your neck. You gasp and inhale desperately, leaning your head back as he kisses and nibbles on the junction of your neck and shoulder as a reward. You suddenly feel empty when he withdraws fingers, desiring him even more after he punished you.
“I’m not done with you, princess,” he whispers deeply into your ear as if he just read your mind. “I’m gonna fuck you til you get through that pretty little head that I only ever want you.”
You nod and moan as a new wave of arousal flushes your cunt, adjusting better in his lap as he strokes his aching cock, using your cum on his fingers as lube. Your legs rest knelt beside his hips as you lower yourself down, lining up and sinking on his shaft that fills you out.
He grunts loudly at your pulsating walls, gritting his teeth as you sit flushed down in his lap. Getting so high off your touch leaves him weak every night, and it’s an addiction he will always indulge.
“Look at how pretty she fits around my cock,” he teases you and stares at the mirror, watching how he sheathes himself perfectly inside. One hand trails to your front, keeping his fingers tightly pressed on your exposed clit.
With his free hand lazily on your hip, he begins guiding you up and down, making sure you watch the entire time. You pant and feel your legs shake, mouth hung open as your eyes locked on his. Your heart skips a beat as his purple irises stare into your soul, feeling overwhelmed with all the thorough attention he’s giving you. You bite on your lip as you continue grinding your hips, moving slow at first to savor every drag inside your cunt.
“That’s it, baby, show me how much you love riding on this cock,” he groans out, his back pressed against the bedframe on the floor as he better anchors you in his lap. “Let the whole base know who makes you feel this good.”
“Soshiro!” Your eyes struggle to focus on the mirror as you bounce faster, sounds of slapping and squelching dizzying your mind. “Fuck, I wanna cum, please,” you whine as your legs start to give out, lip forming into a small pout as he grins mischievously behind you. His hand grips on your hip tighter as he pushes his hips upward, grinding into yours.
“Do ya need help, baby?” he coos as his hand ghosts up your body, tugging on one of your pert nipples. You reel and arch your back, hips sloppily bouncing on him as you struggle.
“All ya gotta do is ask me nicely,” he teases as he plays with your tits. You whine and exhale, lip slightly trembling as you try steadying your breath.
“Please, Soshiro, I need you so bad,” you beg, and he smiles and wraps his arms around your torso, kissing your shoulder lovingly. Your head spins at his affection, and he moves you forward to your hands and knees.
“Gods, woman, you drive me so crazy, I can’t even think straight when I’m around you,” he mutters as he leans forward to your ear, his cock nudging your entrance from behind. You arch your back and moan, seeing your lewd form in the mirror and clenching around his tip.
“I’m done hearing you put yourself down and think so little of yourself,” he grunts when he surges into you, pistoning himself in and out brutally, knocking the wind out of your lungs as your mouth hangs open.
“And now,” he drawls and tugs on your hair, looking at you through the mirror. “I’m gonna fuck you every morning and every night so you know how much I crave you, how badly I need you,” he promises, and you gasp at his filthy vow.
“S-soshiro, oh fuck,” your sore voice moans as your arms threaten to collapse. He hums and slaps his hips faster, feeling your snug walls tighten with every push. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he relentlessly fucks you on the floor, feeling like you could combust into flames with how overwhelming he feels. He always knows exactly how to keep you desiring more, and more, and more until you're completely spent.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans out as his thrusts grow careless, feeling his abdomen tighten as his orgasm gets close. “Need ya to cum on me, princess. Need to feel ya while I fill up this sloppy cunt just like I promise.”
You moan out high-pitched as your eyes squeeze shut, feeling your peak explode violently in your body, legs shaking as your cum coats his cock and pubic area. “Oh! Oh fuck me,” you pant out as sweat drips down your back and neck, body on the verge of passing out.
He chuckles satisfied as he holds your pliant body close, snapping his hips a few more times before cursing your name out, warm ropes of his cum filling you to the very brim. His body trembles above you as his orgasm wrecks his world, emptying himself completely so you’re left dripping in his essence.
“That was…” Soshiro pants out, losing the energy to finish his sentence. You whine and pant, eyes feeling heavy after the hours of rigorous exercise. He leans up and kisses the side of your head, holding you so you don’t fall completely to the floor.
“You’re so beautiful, and incredibly smart, and unbelievably sexy, and so stubborn sometimes,” he whispers to you, and you suddenly grow shy at his praise again even given your current bare situation. “You’re the only one I ever want, and if I have to remind you every day, I will.”
You hum weakly, the warmth of his body on top keeping you cozy and safe. You know he’s a man of his word always, especially after tonight.
“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, sweetheart,” he murmurs and hauls you up, carrying you to the bed and sitting you up. He grabs his water bottle from the nightstand and brings it to your lips. “Drink,” he tells you.
You nod, body numb as you take several sips to hydrate. He caresses your head as you drink, grabbing a dry towel and patting your sweaty neck and back. His attention always extends to taking care of you in every capacity, even when he was the cause.
“Here, eat.” He opens a small granola bar from the nightstand, and you groan in protest, too tired to function. He glares at you disapprovingly.
“Sweetheart, ya need to eat something,” he scolds quietly and puts the bar to your lips. You take a bit reluctantly, and he smiles warmly.
“There she is,” he dotes on you as you eat, brushing back strands of your hair to tuck behind your ear. Your mind still hazes into reality as he endlessly frets over you. You gasp softly when he hugs you in his arms in a small moment of vulnerability.
“I don’t like when you talk bad about yourself,” he says quietly. “I love you so much, I don’t ever want you to think differently.” He doesn’t outright say it, but you make a small promise to yourself to try and be nicer.
“I love you, too,” you respond back and lay down with him, cuddling into his secure embrace as he whispers sweet nothings through the rest of the night.
The next day, you walk into the break area, limping slightly. “Morning,” you greet everyone and try not to make direct eye contact to avoid any questions.
Captain Ashiro eyes you suspiciously, then she looks over at Soshiro, who’s also avoiding eye contact as he sips his coffee.
Don’t wanna wait on it, tonight I wanna get nasty~
pussydrunk!nagumo
word count: 781 words
content warnings: nsfw, 18+ ONLY (minors DNI), p0rn w/o plot, afab!reader, cunnilingus, p in v, missionary, dirty talk, overstimulation, other freak nasty stuff
author’s note: the fact that almost all of my requests are Nagumo right now is frying me. you freaks. i love you. go listen to Nasty by Ariana Grande
This man is a certified munch NO DOUBT. Does not matter the day, the time, the location, the position—he is always ready to feast on you
He loves, loves, LOVES when you sit on his face. But none of that hovering shit, he wants your thighs to suffocate him until he turns blue. And even then, he won’t stop
He especially gets hard when you start grinding on his face and selfishly using him for your own pleasure. If he opens his eyes and sees you playing with your tits while moaning his name, he’ll cum untouched so quickly
His favorite season of the year is the summer because it’s almost a guarantee you’ll wear a pretty dress or skirt and he’ll have easy access to you
(he may have several pictures and videos of you bent over the table or couch. For his eyes only, of course!)
Some nights he can’t decide if he wants you riding his face or riding his cock (he’ll make you do both 🥰)
He’s also a certified yapper when he’s got you pinned down, whispering dirty secrets and fantasies in your ear with your legs resting on his shoulders or around his waist
Even when you kiss him to shut him up, he won’t stop talking and moaning
It doesn’t matter how overstimulated you are, he’s on a mission to make sure you’re stuffed full with his cum
Don’t worry though: he always takes care of you afterwards (even when he’s on the verge of passing out for the night)
You’ve lost count of how many rounds you’ve gone and even what time it is. Your legs dangle off his shoulders as your fingers tug on his soft, black strands of hair. Your voice is close to giving out as he thrusts sharply into you, showing no signs of stopping yet.
When Nagumo came home that night, you could tell by the tension in his shoulders that today was particularly rough for him. And, like the caring and sweet girlfriend you are, you offered to relieve his stress and make him feel better. You just didn’t imagine this would go on for this long.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he buries his face into your neck and bites down, his hips smacking faster into your abused and slick cunt. You arch your back into his chest as his teeth scrape your skin, feeling an all too familiar buildup of pleasure in your nerves.
“So fucking good, need you like this every single night,” he grunts and places a strong hand on your hip, holding you in place while he penetrates you aggressively. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you whimper, slowly feeling your bones turn limp as your climax races to the finish. It’s all so much, but you greedily take and take and take as your fingers tug his hair harder.
“Please,” you beg, knowing how wild it drives him with your cute moans. “I’m all yours, please fill me up again, please.” Your moans are music to his ears as he pulls away from your neck to lock eyes with you. Your mouth hangs open as you moan high-pitched, your nth orgasm crashing down rapidly, legs trembling and twitching. It surges your body and your vision fills with white spots as he helps you ride it out.
“That’s a good girl,” he chuckles and cups your cheek, never slowing down as you tremor under him. “You drive my dick crazy, holy shit, my perfect little cumslut,” he moans then grits his teeth, thrusting sloppily into you as he reaches the edge. “Gonna have you dripping in my cum for days, I promise, gonna ruin you for everyone so you belong to me.”
You pull him into a bruising kiss, body still riding out the aftershocks. His lips taste like sacred heaven, and you can’t get enough of his addictive love even if you're a sopping, overstimulated mess. He moans against your mouth as his cum spurts into you, stilling his hips and nearly collapsing on top of your body. Even with an insane stamina, he has finally reached his stopping point.
You sink into bed as he slowly lowers your legs down from his broad shoulders, kissing each ankle gingerly before resting them down. He pushes his hair back from his face and looks at you with heart eyes, feeling lovestruck and out of breath just at your mere essence.
Your eyes threaten to close and fall asleep as you lose all feeling in your legs. Before succumbing to sleep completely, you get one last look at Nagumo and see all the stress from earlier disappear. Mission successful, you think to yourself.
content warnings: nsfw, 18+ ONLY (minors DNI), afab!reader, Order member!reader, semi impulsive wedding, established relationship, assassinations (duh), lots of action, decapitations, bloodshed, mentions of sex and drug trafficking, alcohol, cunnilingus, “marital” sex (hehe), marriage kink, breeding, prone bone, hair pulling, spitting, cute ending
author’s note: this was supposed to be a cute, short, teehee haha story, idk what happened. Nagumo lives rent-free in my mind now, i guess lol. also sorry this is late, i had indigestion yesterday when i was supposed to finish. go listen to Waking Up in Vegas by Katy Perry
“Ugh, what time is it?”
You groan and peel your eyes open, attempting to sit up and soothe your pounding headache. You look around with blurry vision and try to make out your surroundings. A pair of white heels tossed on the ground, a black coat accompanying it, a white veil resting on the desk, sheets strewn, a pack of cigarettes on the dresser, your travel bag open, and a bottle of champagne.
You look to your right and see Nagumo sound asleep on his stomach, cuddling the pillow close to his head. His shirt was still on, but his pants were missing, which isn’t too unusual. You look down at yourself, and a white mini dress is hiked up around your waist and you’re lacking underwear. You glance at your left hand and squint before letting out another groan.
“Nagumo,” you complain and slap his back to wake him up. He jumps awake and turns to you, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room before smiling.
“Morning, my love,” he says so nonchalantly it makes you almost irritated.
“Did we get drunk and get married last night?” You ask even though it’s blatantly obvious. Nagumo yawns and nods, scooting closer to replace the pillow with your thigh.
“Uh huh. It was your idea, Mrs. Nagumo,” he sings, placing small kisses on the outside of your leg. He’s always this clingy in the morning, and you can never deny or push him away.
You cover your face embarrassed. “And you let me? What’s wrong with you? We’re here for work!”
Overseas jobs weren’t rare for the Order, but they were often given as solo assignments. The client, however, requested you and Nagumo, and while you wanted to deny the offer, your adventurous boyfriend—well, now husband—convinced you you’d have a fun time in Vegas. Your main targets: the drug kingpin of an ever-growing drug and sex trafficking operation, and his second in command. Once those two fall, the City of Las Vegas will be able to step in and dismantle everything, or so you’ve been told. It’s been three days since you two arrived, and finding information was proving to be difficult.
“And then you said ‘let’s get married tonight!’ And who was I to argue with my beautiful, tempting, sexy, and kinda drunk girlfriend?” Nagumo concludes filling you in on the hazy details, and you look down at him unamused.
Despite being embarrassed and annoyed that you got sidetracked on a work assignment, you couldn’t find yourself being upset. You and Nagumo had been together for years now, and talks of getting married and starting a proper life together were few and far between. Deep down, you were afraid he’d never want to commit to you fully, so you hardly ever pressed.
Nagumo senses your silence but feels no hostility. He continues placing kisses on your thigh, sneakily moving lower to get your attention.
You sigh and examine your left hand, looking closer at the ring. “Where’d you get the rings?”
“Jewelry shop next to the chapel. Pretty convenient,” he answers and spreads your legs open, accommodating himself in between and kissing the inside of your knee.
You hum in response, sitting up against the headboard and opening your legs for him, eyes closed. “And that bottle of champagne?”
“Liquor store next door. Thought we could celebrate,” he explains as his kisses reach your inner thigh.
You moan soft and lean your head back, your hand naturally tangling in his long black hair. The late afternoon sun seeps through the cracks drapes and highlights your body. Nagumo glances up at you and smiles. You look ethereal like this: hair messy from the night before, smudged lipstick, skin glowing, your body trembling from his touch. He wonders why he didn’t lock you down sooner.
His tongue traces along your drenched lips, and he relishes your compelling taste. You moan and pull on his hair harder, teeth tugging on your bottom lip. He groans shamelessly into your cunt and shoves his tongue into your begging hole, lapping up all of your juices like this is his last meal.
“Yoichi,” you whine and grind against his mouth, hips involuntarily moving at the rhythm of his tongue. He grabs on your hips and guides you, letting you use him to get off. Just as you’re seeing stars behind your eyes and your whines turn into whimpers, someone knocks on the door.
“Housekeeping!” A falsetto voice calls from the other side. You pant and squeeze your eyes frustrated, and Nagumo lifts his head up, eyeing the door suspiciously. You cross your arms annoyed that your mindblowing orgasm was ripped away.
“I turned the card over last night, no one should be interrupting,” Nagumo whispers before reaching down to put on his pants. He walks quietly to the door, looking through the peep hole.
You grab the knife on the nightstand and yank down your dress, following his lead and keeping a good distance from the door.
Nagumo opens the door and immediately hides behind it. An unfit man comes charging in with a knife. “Got you!”
You swiftly pin him to the wall and hold your dagger up to his neck, legs planted firmly so he can’t escape.
“And who the hell are you?” You start interrogating, the sharp blade pressing up against the skin of the intruder.
“Ha? You’re a woman!” The intruder exclaims, and you narrow your eyes angrily.
“And you’re an ugly son of a bitch. Who are you working for?” You snark.
The man tries wriggling from your grip, but you don’t give in. Off to the side, Nagumo watches amused. He knows you’re more than capable of handling yourself; that’s what made him fall stupidly for you. There’s nothing he loves more than a woman who can also scare the shit out of him; it’s an unbeatable thrill.
“They told me some man named Nagumo was supposed to be here,” The man grumbles and you press the blade deeper, a cut beginning to form.
“I am Nagumo! Now I’m gonna ask you one more time: who are you working for?” Your voice echoes, and a stupid grin falls on Nagumo’s face hearing your words claim his last name. That’s right, you’re a Nagumo now.
The intruder whimpers in pain and closes his eyes. “Ah! Okay, okay, okay, I’m with the Crimson Razors Syndicate, they sent me over to kill one of you, please don’t kill me!” He pathetically begs, and you digest his words.
Your orders were to take out the boss and the second, and if anyone else in the operation tries to interfere, they would be collateral damage. However, neither of you had any leads on where anything was. Maybe holding him hostage for information could work.
“Fine, I won’t kill you,” you say and pull away, twirling your dagger but keeping it near. “Tell us where your operation is based, and I’ll think about letting you go.”
The man coughs violently and holds his neck where you gave him a minor cut, panting once his throat was clear. “The main hideout is under the Venetian casino. Bossman is rumored to make an appearance tonight, in a few hours,” he explains.
You think and press a finger to your mouth, turning your body away from him. The Venetian? We passed by there on our first day. I knew American casinos were sketchy, but to put your main base on the main strip where thousands of people visit? Ballsy. When he sees you turn, he chuckles and attempts to lunge at you.
“Not so fast,” Nagumo teases, and in an instant wraps his arm around his neck, knife secured against his jugular. You knew better than to have your back against your enemy, but you knew for sure he’d protect you if this dumbass tried to pull a fast one. “Where do you think you’re going?”
The man gasps again and struggles to break loose. “Hey! I gave you the information, now let me go! You said you wouldn’t kill me,” He argues. You smile condescendingly in response.
“Oh, I’m not gonna kill you. But my husband will,” you giggle before Nagumo slices the knife swiftly across his neck, blood spraying in the air as the corpse falls to the ground. You go back to strategizing a plan, pacing the floor as Nagumo drops the body.
“Whatcha thinking?” he asks and looks for a rag to clean his weapon.
“I dunno. This guy was sketch. Do you really think what he said is true?” You ask, your brain racking through several possibilities and outcomes. How odd is it that this man shows up armed impractically, then just willingly gives up so-called “information” the second his life is threatened? If this gang is as notorious as they’ve been described, even their lower grunt workers would be better trained.
“It doesn’t hurt to check it out. We have nothing else to go on. Besides,” he explains as he searches the body for a wallet or any sort of clue, then he flashes a smile at you. “I can disguise us and sneak us in.”
You chuckle and shake your head, agreeing with his points. You two try to take on separate missions while in the Order, but you can’t deny how well you work together despite the fraternization.
“Okay, okay, I’m game. Let’s get dressed and dispose of the body. I doubt they have floaters here to clean up our mess,” you give in and ruffle your messy hair. Nagumo stands from his crouching position, and your eyes fall on the growing tent in his pants. You look up at him and raise an eyebrow.
He smirks at you. “What? You kicked that man’s ass and then called me your husband. How am I not supposed to get hard?”
You scoff and roll your eyes. “I’ll take care of that later. Let’s just finish this mission so we can go home.”
“Yes ma’am,” he teases and starts dragging the dead body out the motel door.
A few hours later, you and Nagumo walk inconspicuously through the crowded and noisy casino. You try fitting in with the other tourists, but both your weapon cases warrant some weird looks from bystanders. Your best bet is to ignore them and avoid security altogether.
“It feels weird having hair on my chin,” you comment lowly and rub your beard, the prickly hair tickling your fingers.
“Y’know, even if you were a man, I’d still hit”, he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you start laughing. You could have death staring you both square in the face, and he’d still somehow have you smiling and laughing.
“Could you focus for 5 seconds please?” You poke his round, squishy side. He opted this time for a fatter man disguise, and standing next to him, you could pass for father and son.
“We have 30 minutes to find the door before the disguises wear off. Do you have the key?” Nagumo scans every face, every filled chair, every machine, looking for a way underground. You pull the key you swiped from the intruder earlier and tsk.
“Duh. Probably the last useful thing that idiot could do for us,” you comment and peer your eyes, trying to find a passage or abnormality in the walls. Your detective skills pale in comparison to Nagumo’s, but your intuition serves you just as well.
Just as you’re about to give up on this area, you witness a bottle girl slide behind the bar and disappear mysteriously from your point of view. You squint and try to see if there was a door or entrance that she may have access to. Your eyes widen as you nudge Nagumo for attention.
“We need to get behind that bar. But how?” You try thinking of distractions, then suddenly Nagumo grabs your hand.
“When I say go, make a run for it,” he orders and you look at him confused.
“Wait, but how will you–” you start asking, then he grabs the bottle of a waitress walking by and spins over, smashing it on a bystander’s head.
“Go, now!” He tells you, and your mouth falls open in utter disbelief. This is probably the worst distraction he could come up with. While half of you is ready to screech at him and scold him for being stupid, the instinct part of your brain makes you slip away from the forming crowd and bolt for the bar.
“What the fuck is your problem, man?” The injured man shouts and Nagumo casually shrugs.
“Whoops, was that bottle for you? My bad, I’m pretty drunk right now,” he acts sympathetic as the drunk man takes a swing at his face and misses.
“Security!” Someone shouts, and you find a small metal door past the bar near the extra bottle. You swipe the key card into the secret door, and you luckily slip in without anyone noticing.
When the door shuts, you lean against it and exhale, thankful your husband willingly sacrificed himself and entrusted you to carry on first. The gap in skill level wasn’t big between you two; in fact, you both brought out different skills and techniques that the other person may lack. However, Nagumo has been with the Order longer, and at times you feel like you stand out among the others. You feel like you constantly need to prove yourself, that you’re more than just Nagumo’s girlfriend. Well, now wife.
You shake away your insecurities and refocus on the task at hand. Now’s not the time to get caught up in your silly affairs. You grip your weapon case and walk through the darkness, ears perking up at any sign of life or noise. The dark air is damp but cold, and even though you’re underground now, you don’t smell any sewage. Your steps sound quiet, carefully moving so as to not trigger any security systems in place. You turn to the left and see a faint light, opting to head towards there. As you near, deep male voices amplify.
“Wait, you sent Horseface to take out those assassins?” A voice questions.
“Yeah. Dumbass probably couldn’t even carry it out. One of them is an S rank apparently,” another voice gruffly comments.
“You think he ratted us out?” You stand close to the wall and listen, opening your case as quietly as you can before taking out your Macuahuitl. You smell puffs of cigarette smoke and hear glasses clanking against each other.
“It doesn’t matter. Even if they show up, they can’t take us all on,” the voice reassures, and the other murmurs go quiet as someone else enters the room.
“Am I paying you all to sit here with your thumbs in your asses?” A voice booms, and someone clears their throat. This has to be the boss, you think to yourself. That means there’s probably dozens of henchmen in there.
“Now, how are we on the Delta plan?” The boss asks. The second voice from earlier speaks up.
“We’re getting a new shipment of young girls tomorrow from the Caribbean. The trucks will dock at 11 pm,” he declares, and some mutual grunts exchange in the room.
You furrow your eyes at their despicable plans, waiting for the perfect opportunity to make yourself known. You try not to let your emotions get in the way at work, so you take this as it is and remember that your only objective is to leave here alive with the two targets dead.
“See? This is why Spider is the only one of you fuckwads that I trust,” the boss laughs and slaps Spider’s back. “Are the assassins taken care of?”
“We sent Horseface, but it’s been hours. We think he may have—”
You saunter in slowly, heels clicking as you drag your Macuahuitl on the ground.
“Horseface? Spider? Jesus Christ, you guys couldn’t have thought of more clever names?” You snark at the table of men confidently as you step into the light. Your disguise finally wore off, and you’ve reverted into your own dress and skin. Your hair falls into place perfectly, hips subtly swaying as you walk into attention.
The henchmen stand up and point their guns at you. The boss seems unfazed, as if he believes he’s untouchable. You blink bored at everyone as they aim, tossing your Macuahuitl onto your shoulder like a baseball bat.
“It’s the assassin!” One exclaims.
“Is this the S rank?” Another asks.
You roll your eyes at the gawking and huff out annoyed. Even with strangers, it’s like your name and reputation doesn’t exist. What gives?
“Are you asshats done? I’m trying to finish this job and go back home to my own bed,” your voice drips in agitation. “Besides, I don’t think my husband would appreciate you all looking at me inappropriately.”
One bullet fires off aimed at your head, and you swiftly raise your weapon to block. The bullet ricochets and hits the wall. The man gasps in shock as you jump right in front of him.
“What? T-there’s no way, that thing is made of wood,” he complains, and you grin evilly.
“Y’know, the Aztecs have been using these babies for centuries,” you explain then swing your Macuahuitl at his neck, perfectly decapitating his head, watching it plop onto the ground. The rest of the group gasps in disbelief, paralyzed at the scene.
“Some might say they’re obsolete now, especially now that guns are the favored weapon. I disagree,” you continue your monologue and deflect the shower of bullets directed towards you. The men fire off without thinking, and you lunge forward at the opening to take out another head.
“The Aztecs used the Macuahuitl for decapitating conquistadors and their horses,” you slice a man’s head off. “The obsidian teeth are perfect, but they break pretty easily with bullets. So, I’ve made my own steel obsidian mix. Excellent for durability and sharpness.” You jump up on the table and deflect five more bullets before taking out the last henchman. Your hands are covered in blood as you face Spider and the boss.
“We didn’t ask for a history lesson, stupid bitch.” Spider holds a glock to your face. You pout and cross your arms.
“Aw, really? I thought it was a fascinating lesson,” you comment before swinging once more to knock the gun out of his grasp, taking out his hand completely. “I didn’t even get to explain the wood part.”
Spider screams in pain and looks at you with a fear in his eyes. “Who is this crazy psychopath?”
You kneel down and yank his head up to stare directly in his eyes, a sadistic expression falling on your face. Your lips curl into a smile when you hear the pathetic man whimper. You know he wants to beg for your mercy but can’t.
“Nagumo (Y/N). Remember that,” you whisper and strike at his neck, watching his body fall lifelessly to the ground. You toss the severed head on the ground and stand, looking over at the boss.
His stature is three times bigger than the other men. The light outlines his muscles, and he towers over you in comparison. You try not to let your opponent’s physical characteristics intimidate you, so you stand your guard and grip your Macuahuitl. He appears unarmed, which only means his hand-to-hand combat must be impeccable.
“Excellent work, Miss. But I’m afraid it’s not going to be enough to take me out,” he taunts you, and you narrow your eyes. Attacking him head on isn’t going to work, and although your stamina is better than most, you could feel your body starting to tire. You jump back when he swings his arm at you.
“You know what’s interesting about Vegas? It’s all about probability,” you start monologuing again as you evade his attacks. Maybe if you wear him out enough, you’ll be able to strike him at his weakest.
“Another history lesson?” The boss says unamused and this time tries sweeping your legs with his. You leap over a few dead bodies, trying to keep him in this room and not let him escape. You have to hold out a few minutes longer, might as well try this distraction.
“Statistics,” you correct him. “Yeah, luck has to be on your side. You have to sit at the right table, have the best cards, time everything just right. But the odds of you winning big? It’s almost improbable you’ll win on your first go.”
The boss grumbles annoyed and swings a fist. You block and jump back once more, face almost coming into contact with his attacks.
“Funny how life is like that. What are the odds I’m born into a family of assassins? Or that I decide to work for the Order?” You ponder. “I even met the love of my life there. The chances of everything falling into place like that are one in a million.”
“Enough talking. You think I give a shit about your life story?” The boss yells out and finally pulls out a machete. You blink unfazed then look down at your watch. Now seems like a good time.
“Number 2!” You call out into the black void. Nagumo emerges and strikes at the boss’s heart, and blood shoots out erratically. He gasps and chokes for air, but Nagumo twists his knife in deeper. The boss stops struggling and slumps to the ground, officially dead.
You lean against your Macuahuitl and look around you. It’s a lot bloodier and more grim than you had anticipated, but the job is complete.
“Took you long enough,” you complain. Nagumo yanks his knife out and stands, approaching you. He cups your cheek and wipes the blood off your face affectionately.
“I like watching you kill. It turns me on,” he smiles cheekily, and you scoff.
“How sick of a statement is that?” you ask sarcastically, and press your face into his palm. “I can’t believe it took them this long to take down this syndicate. Everyone’s oblivious in this town,” you comment, then take out your phone, dialing the JAA to confirm that the job has been completed.
Nagumo pulls you into his arms, chest pressed against your back as he sways you back and forth. You close your eyes and hum, swaying with him as the phone line rings. Shishiba answers.
“Oh, Shishiba? I didn’t mean to mark you, sorry,” you apologize.
“I’m at the office with Osaragi, it’s fine. Did you guys take out the syndicate?” he asks.
“Yes we did!” Nagumo sings into the phone, and you can feel Shishiba’s eyes rolling at his comment.
“Saw that you two got hitched. It’s about time,” he says and you choke on air.
“Wait, how did you find out?” you ask, utterly embarrassed that the news made it across the Pacific and to the Order.
“You sent us pictures. Which reminds me, I owe Hyo 16,000 yen now,” he complains, and you start blubbering a sheepish answer.
“You guys took bets?!” You exclaim and pinch the bridge of your nose. As if you needed to be the talk of the group even more than usual. You hang up the phone annoyed and slump into Nagumo’s arms.
“I can never look any of them in the eye anymore,” you grumble, and Nagumo starts leading you out of the room to find the exit, your Macuahuitl dragging on the ground. The physical labor you endured hits you suddenly, and your legs also start sliding.
“Carry me?” you ask softly, and without hesitation, he swings you up and carries you bridal-style. You carry your weapon in your lap, head rested against his shoulder. The scary, sinister façade you usually have up at work dissolves around him, and you soften around your edges. Only he’s ever allowed to see you this gentle and dependent on him. He adores and worships every aspect, and he kisses your temple as you walk out together through the back entrance.
When you reach your motel room, you jump from his arms and stretch your back, flinging off your heels. “I can’t wait to go home and actually get some sleep,” you yawn and obnoxiously swing your arms up to extend them.
Nagumo smiles and immediately intercepts your torso, arms crowding around you and picking you up in the air. You squeal and squirm jokingly in his embrace, smiling and laughing. “Hey! Let me go!”
He shakes his head and continues spinning you around. “Nope! I waited all day to spend time with my beautiful wife,” he teases and sets you down, arms still wrapped around you. He nuzzles his face into your neck, bodies still pressed together.
You lean your head against his body and expose your neck more for him, humming soft as you playfully rub your ass on him. “You know we’re gonna have to make it official when we get back to Japan,” you remind him.
“I’m one step ahead of you, darling,” he responds and nips at your neck, eliciting a soft moan from you. He chuckles at your reaction and presses his hips on you, his aching cock begging for attention.
You lean more into his touch and moan again, your hand reaching back to tug on his soft hair. His eyes close as he leans down more, leaving a wet trail of kisses along your neck until he reaches your nape. His hands begin trailing up your frontside, groping slowly at your tits.
Your legs rub together as he continues grinding on your plush ass, panties uncomfortably damp. Your mind floats into bliss as he shoves his hands in the top part of your dress, the tips of his fingers teasing your aroused nipples. Your body feels like jello as your cute whines and moans fill his head.
“You’re such a tease,” you egg him on, and he laughs darkly at your lighthearted complaint.
“Can’t help it, sweetheart. Gotta make sure I love every single part of you, claim every inch of this sexy, obedient body,” he whispers seductively in your ear, making your spine tingle. He takes one of his hands from your chest and slides it down south, slipping under the dress and into your panties. You gasp and arch your back up, and he leaves another mark on your neck.
“Fuuuuck,” he grunts out and starts pushing his fingers into your cunt. “That does it for you, babe? When I talk about how much I wanna fuck you and ruin you?” His voice electrifies your body, and your face feels hot to the touch.
You nod desperately and pull on his hair again, chest rising and falling in short breaths. “Mhm,” you manage to pant out as his fingers slip in and out at a painfully slow pace. You could combust right here, and he’s hardly even begun to touch you.
He grunts lowly again and pulls his fingers out abruptly, spinning you around and pressing his lips onto yours eagerly. Your mind hazes back to reality as you turn around, throwing your arms around his neck as you shove your tongue into his mouth, desperately needing more. Your hips press up on him as you feel his hard-on, only driving you further into desire.
He sloppily kisses your lips, occasionally nipping at your bottom lip as his hands reach out, tugging on the zipper of your dress. His favorite part is undressing you properly, helping you out of your clothes so he can be graced with your full, alluring, feminine form. The excitement of seeing your naked body over and over again is one he’d never tire from, and now he gets to do it for the rest of his life.
Your dress falls to the floor, your bare shoulders and torso exposed. He pulls away from your lips and takes a good look at you, eyes softening as he fixates on every curve and freckle. Your hands land on his chest as you gaze up at him, love pouring out of your irises and into his. You’ve done this hundreds, maybe thousands of times, but this feels new. It feels raw, intimate, like your first time with him only it’s better. You’d never doubted his commitment to you, but now, in the dingy motel room with all your wedding memorabilia, there’s an adrenaline rush that flows through your veins.
Nagumo tilts your chin back and looks down at you. “Open,” he says.
You obediently open your mouth, and he hovers over, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb and spitting onto your tongue. You moan as he does so, swallowing instantly once he finishes. He chuckles and leans in to place a peck on your swollen kissed lips.
“Such a good wife,” he lilts, and your heart dilates at his sweet words. He kisses you feverishly again and helps you out of your black panties, tossing them on the floor as he blindly leads you to the bed. You follow his lead, helping him out of his coat before your fingers fumble unbuttoning his shirt. He pulls away once more and watches you, amused at your sudden charge. As much as he enjoyed unwrapping you like a present, he equally loved seeing you paw at his clothes, yanking them off just as eagerly as him.
He sheds his shirt off his shoulders, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest. You ogle him briefly before making your way to his belt, unbuckling and shoving his pants away. Before you can pull him down onto the bed with you, he grips your waist and turns you around so your back presses on his chest, guiding you down so you lay flat on your stomach.
“Yoichi,” you moan, ass in the air as you lay flat, fingers tugging on the bedsheets.
“Need a taste first,” he groans, hand wrapped around his cock as he languidly strokes himself to your submissive form. He kneels behind you, your legs resting on his shoulders as he buries his face into your sopping cunt. You gasp and squirm at his tongue, hands gripping on the sheets below you. He wraps his arms around your legs, holding you in place as he mercilessly shoves his tongue, lavishing every last drop of your syrupy arousal.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck right there,” you beg as your eyes roll to the back of your head. He always eats you out like it’s his sole mission to have you screaming and crying out his name. It’s a game for him to see how fast he can make you a whimpering mess.
Right as your whines get higher in pitch, he pulls away, panting out of breath. You moan at the loss of pleasure, body slumping deeper into the mattress. He presses a small kiss on your ass before chuckling, sitting up properly to align his cock against your entrance.
“Yoichi, please, I need you,” you shamelessly beg him, ass pushing back subtly as the head of his cock breaches your tight hole. His hands grip on your waist as he pushes himself inch by inch, filling you deeper. His chest presses on your back, careful not to completely crush you with his weight.
“So fucking tight, even after all those nights with you under me,” he groans into your ear as his hand grips yours. His hips snap into you, the bed shaking with every movement as you lift your head up for air. You gasp and moan louder as he fucks you with a brutal pace.
“So good, so deep,” you choke on your words as your mind falls blank, eyes disappearing into your skull. He grits his teeth and pins you down, pelvis slapping and echoing as it makes contact with your ass, squelching sounds bouncing off the thin walls. You couldn’t care less, not when you’re receiving the most exhilarating railing of a lifetime.
“Should’ve married you years ago,” he groans and pants, relentlessly spearing you with every delicious curve and vein from his cock. “Can’t believe you’re all mine now, only mine,” he punctuates the last two words with two sharp thrusts.
Your body trembles under his broad frame, letting him use you selfishly. “Y-yours,” you whimper out, and his ears perk up at your voice.
“Mine, all fucking mine,” he growls out, his hand squeezing yours, feeling the ring on your finger in his palm. “My woman, my wife, my little slut,” he declares. “Gotta let the whole world know who you belong to.”
You nod and scream out, body rocking back and forth with the shaking bed, sweat dripping down your body in a sticky mess. You pussy clenches tighter around him, his voice shaking your entire core. “Yoichi! Right there!”
His forehead drops to your shoulder as he pistons himself impossibly deeper, his tip abusing the spongy sweet spot in your cunt.
“Gotta knock you up next, gotta have you dripping with my cum,” he promises as his free hand tangles in your hair and yanks you back. You whine out at the aggression, body tipping over the edge at the thought of him breeding you purposefully.
“Fuck, you’d look so sexy pregnant. All swollen with my kid, full of life,” he fantasizes out loud, thrusts growing sloppy as he starts reaching his peak.
Your eyes blur as you see white, thrashing underneath him as your climax drowns you. Your toes curl tightly as your legs tighten, your cum coating his cock and wetting his pelvis. Your voice screams out his name, lungs filling with air as the nerves in your body pulse, arms falling numb.
He holds you in place as his hips still, spilling every last drop of white, warm cum into your addicting cunt. He grunts out and shudders, slumping against your shoulder blade as he also tries to catch his breath.
“Take it, all of it,” he rasps, wanting to make good on his promise of giving you his seed. It’s the very least he could do since you agreed to marry him. You exhale smoothly and rest your head on the pillow, feeling boneless and unable to move.
You lay together for a while, not minding how heavy he is on top of you. Almost like a weighted blanket. Eventually Nagumo kisses your shoulder blade, trailing to your spine before pulling himself off. Some of his cum seeps out of your spent pussy, but you’re too hazy to even notice or care. He plops himself next to you, already on the brink of falling asleep.
You push yourself up and flip over to your back, sitting slightly against the headboard and reaching for the half full champagne bottle from last night. Nagumo cuddles into your frame, head resting on your ribs. You tangle one hand into his hair and massage, a familiar ritual after a long and strenuous session.
“Cheers,” you half joke and take off the cork, taking a direct swig from the bottle. “How much did this cost?” You ask curiously. You can’t let it go to waste if it was expensive.
“62,000 yen,” he mumbles, eyelids growing heavy as you play with his hair. You nearly choke on the champagne and look down at him in disbelief.
“I cannot believe you,” you mumble and set the bottle down, letting him fall asleep with his face comfortably buried in your side.
“You still love me,” he says sleepily before drifting off into slumber. You smile to yourself and nod, still scratching his head and twirling his hair.
“Yeah, I still do.”
A few days later, you walk into your shared apartment and set down your bags.
“Ugh, finally. I never thought I’d actually miss home,” you stretch your jet lagged body and crack your knuckles. Nagumo shuts the door behind you and reaches into the drawer of a table, grabbing a small box.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m–” you begin to say before turning around, seeing your lover down on one knee, a box open with a gorgeous ring inside. Your eyes water instantly as you cover your mouth, losing the ability to speak.
Nagumo smiles like his playful self. “Told you I’m one step ahead of you.”
