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lieninety · 8 months

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BAD GIRL.

pairing: gen narumi x f!reader

⟶ cw. camgirl!reader, fanboy!narumi, fluffy humour, flirting, smut, oral

sypnosis: narumi uses his fame and power to get his favourite camgirl to meet him o.O

⟶ wc. 2.7k

a/n: not proofread or edited, just wanted to indulge on some cute and fun narumi

Small whimpers and high pitched overexaggerated moans barely slips out of his headset. Chowing down on his overpriced honey butter chips and sipping on too sugary redbull, Gen Narumi couldn't keep his eyes off the screen.

He could tell, the girl was acting for the audience. Those noises were so fake, he'd laugh everytime she made them and a creepy loner would type in some cringey exposé, expressing their love to her. She'd never notice such dudes, she only notices their money and did that money just keep coming in. Narumi imagined all the amazon deliveries she'd get if she spent all of that.

Narumi didn't care that she was acting, playing it up for the viewers. All he cared about is that she's hot, so fucking hot. She couldn't fake how wet she gets, the way she cums, she probably could but why would she do that. She always likes to take her time, edging herself and all.

Even though she was hot, he only knew how hot her body was. Unlike most camgirls, this one hid her face, half her face. Her eyes would piece through his core whenever she'd touch herself. He couldn't even count how many times he came with just one look she made, just a flicker does the trick.

A knock on his door made him slip one of his headphones off, "What?"

"You've got a meeting in 30." Narumi's vice captain told him, his response was just a loud groan. Sadly, this means he'd have to cut her stream short. Fuck. She only streams every once in a while, this girl had no schedule and just streamed whenever. She claims she does it when she's horny, he bets it because she's in school still. The schedule matches up, plus the identity hidden, makes sense. She'd make a lot more if she showed her face, must've just been a side hustle.

Narumi could only hold his grievances, and focus on making himself bust a load before attending the meeting. Luckily for him, the girl was ending her stream.

She didn't even cum yet...

"Sorry guys, I just realised I have something due tomorrow and that I'm an absolute idiot who forgot and now can't cum because of stress." You're blushing as you twiddled your fingers on stream, watching all the people sending messages asking for you not to leave and a lot understanding and even relating, "Don't worry, I promise when I'm done tonight I'll come back, okay? Maybe like in the ams though so stay up for me? See ya later."

You send kisses before ending the stream, and dropping onto your plush bed with a large exhale. "Fuck my life."

You did have that assignment, you did not lie. Blowing a raspberry through your lips you huff and get off your bed. You crack your knuckles and get to work by changing into a plain hoodie and shorts.

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It was time to give up and cry. Yes, you've managed all you could and could not be bothered any longer to do your essay. If anything all you could think about was getting back on stream and leeching money off ratty men.

Which is exactly what you did.

This time deciding to do it on your table with your setup, not bothering with setting up your bed and laptop. This was just simpler, plus you were sure there weren't going to be many viewers due to the time.

3.50 AM

Preparing only with a mask on covering the lower part of your face, only your eyes were the focal point for your audience. After all, you'd die if someone noticed you in school or something.

Immediately as the red button pops up on your screen, chatters streamed in. Simple hellos and compliments started it off. Then they noticed your attire, the same hoodie.

You hummed, rolling your eyes, "Guys, come on it's like basically bedtime. Can't a girl be comfy?"

It was sort of your thing, to tease and taunt your audience. Most of your followers were probably subs or guys who liked getting told what to do since you rarely did what they asked and god, did they eat up your bratty persona.

"I did finish my essay," You start, "Sorta. I did what I could and gave up."

Playing with the strings on your hoodie as you looked at the webcam with siren eyes, you answered more and more questions, "Hmm, I'd love if you came and did my homework for me, I'd even reward you for your kindness."

Wow, they loved that.

You leaned closer to the mic and asked, "Who wants my hoodie off? It's sort of hot in here now...even though it is winter. I never got to finish earlier."

You stood, only your body in frame now. Peeling the hoodie off in a painfully slow pace, your shorts have hiked up and they could basically see the outlines of your ass cheeks between your legs. Your hips, waist then covered tits showed. The hoodie disgarded.

You sit back down, pressing your boobs together purposefully. Just a plain bra you work, comfort over everything at the moment. It is sort of the trend, girl next door. Fully fabricated overly sexual girls who showed all right away weren't the biggest on this app, left nothing to imagine or dream for. Plus, why give it for so little when you could do private shows and make them pay hundreds.

A comment stuck out more than most and you replied, "What do you think of the Defense Force?"

"That's so random," You laughed, "They do their job, I guess but I can't care less."

Which wasn't a complete lie, the defense force members are just like the police or firefighters. Sometimes you think it's probably the way they're advertised, the media aways posted about Mina Ashiro and all about how hot she is and not all she does for our country. She deserves a lot more respect. Then theres that first division captain, super arrogant and cocky guy, you didn't even know his name. Just remembering something about him being the strongest.

"Do idolize any?" You were confused, "Like one of the members? Nah."

"Why?"

You huff crossing your arms, "They're not that special, but I do like Mina. But there's that captain of the first division he's an absolute dick."

Most of the chat agrees with you but you notice the one chatter who stood out only to you.

nahnahgen: gen narumi?

nahnahgen: he's like hot right?

"I guess he is hot," You nod, "But that's all. Seems like a prick."

Gen Narumi's mouth drops, his fingers still on the keyboard. God, he wanted to slam his entire strength on it and break it right now. What did she mean, a prick? He needed to know more.

Typing quickly.

nahnahgen: a prick? elaborate

On Narumi's screen you chuckle, eyes not leaving the screen. Even now he was more focused on your answer than those jugs on your chest.

You think it over before continuing, "Well, he's like super fame hungry right? I heard he was like telling kids to tweet that he's super cool after he saved them from a Kaiju. He seems to have some moral issues and plus mid fight the guy tells kids to tweet about him instead of helping them get to safety? Seems pretty dicky to me."

Narumi fumed seeing the chat agree. He needed to prove her wrong, he wanted to prove her wrong.

nahnahgen: if he's good looking, isn't that enough?

"Like enough to... fuck?" You hum, "Yea, I'd fuck him but that's it, haha, probably would be a one-time thing. Maybe he's one of those guys who act like their dicks are huge and then they have like a micro-penis or something."

He sees red, he grits his teeth. My dick is not a small! He really wanted to prove it. He'd do anything to get your cocking on his dick, begging for him and proving you wrong in every which way.

"The guys probably never even had pussy in his life," You teased, "He seems like the type to never give oral. Literally seems like he'd just cum and leave."

Well, fuck you. Narumi hissed.

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Sitting in one of your lectures you were typing away on your phone to your bestfriend and looking at places to have lunch.

Ding!

Huh? That's weird. You were getting a text through an app even though you don't let people text you unless...you were following them.

GenNarumi has requested to chat with you!

Okay? You accepted, there was no harm right. You weren't even sure if this was the actual Narumi.

GenNarumi has shared a photo with you!

You open the photo to see, a middle finger. What the fuck? This dude really went out of his way to send you, a nobody a photo of his middle finger?

Typing a response right away.

you: Why did you just send me a middle finger?

GenNarumi is typing...

GenNarumi: Cuz I can.

you: aight

Aight? Narumi's eyes widened. That's all you said, and that was all you said since an hour ago. You were ghosting him already. He had to bite his tongue and send you another message.

GenNarumi: you streaming today?

you: huh?

GenNarumi: are you streaming today?

you: i know what you said :P you don't need to rephrase that shit

GenNarumi: oki so answer it

you: stream what?

GenNarumi: the stuff you stream

you: like what?

GenNarumi: idk, the stuff you streamed last night

You stomach sunk, did he actually? He knew, he watches you?

you: WHAT THE FUCK

you: IM LITERALLY GOING TO BLOCK YOU RN

GenNarumi: WAIT WHAT DONT

GenNarumi: Y/N! DONT

You didn't know what to say, but it seemed like he had something to say as he started to call you? You pick up, but say nothing. Holding the phone up to your ear.

"Heey," Narumi spoke, "Don't block me."

You huff but whispering, "Why would I not? How do you know?"

He chuckles lowly, "Why are you so quiet? And what do I know?"

He was teasing you. Playing with you, the thing is there was no way this was a misunderstanding. You streamed last night and talked about Narumi and he texts you the next day, seems convenient.

"I'm in class," You sigh, "You know about my fucking streams and I talked shit about you last night."

"Wait class? What kind class, hold up, how old are you?"

You laughed, sensing how nervous he got, "I'm legal weirdo. I'm in my lecture."

"Oh, fuck thank god." The way he said that was strangely hot, you've only every head the way he spoke on tv, hearing it right in your ears was a whole different experience.

"What do you want anyway?" You ask, "I've got things to do."

"Pft, as if you're actually paying any attention to that class, plus I'm the one with the busy schedule you know saving lives and being cocky about it."

Ok, no need to remind you about your little bashing last night. "I'm going to block you."

He gasps, "Oh my god, don't! Ok, you see you said some mean stuff last night." He was being dramatic, pretending to wipe a tear from his eyes.

"I'd just like a chance to prove you wrong."

You hummed, slightly confused, "How would you do that?"

"Well, you said I have a small dick and can't treat a girl right," He said, lowly, "I can prove it wrong."

Somehow this made your lower half tingle, as if it wasn't hot enough in this room already. "Can we talk about this later?"

"That sounds like a yes," He says, probably smirking or something, "But okay, I'll text you."

With that he hangs up, knowing he's got the upper hand on you. You get a buzz and a phone number is sent to you. God, this wasn't just a cruel joke.

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It wasn't like you to go outside but since it was right after class you decided to take a long walk in a random park. In this kinda weather everyone was out enjoying the last bit of the sun before the sun sets.

And that's when you get a text, a text you dreaded.

GenNarumi: Sup

Could he have said anything less annoying. Maybe you were just annoyed.

you: what do you want

GenNarumi: sheesh, no need for your stinky attitude

you: answer it

GenNarumi: you?

you: cheesy try something better

GenNarumi: what? i want you, that's all i've got

you: why? you want some random girl you found on a cam website, you some kind of perv? are you catfishing me?

If Narumi could laugh any harder he would.

GenNarumi: answer the phone

You did as he said when the call came through.

"What?"

Narumi laughs through the phone sending shivers down your spine, it only had been a couple hours since you heard his voice but shit, he had a nice voice, "Is that how you start every conversation we have?"

"Every conversation with you is sus, I'm suspicious of you," You explained, walking over towards an empty swing set as the sun had begin to disappear from the sky.

He sighs, seemingly fumbling through a bag or something loudly, "Look, I'm not a catfish. I've verified on this app! I'm calling you! Haven't you heard my voice on tv before?"

"To be honest, people my age don't really watch tv," You said.

Narumi gasps, "Are you saying I'm old?"

"No," You shrug, pushing yourself back and forth with your feet, "I'm saying if you're referring to me having seen you on tv that's unlikely for anyone my age...to have seen such an old guy on tv."

You smile knowing that he'd bound to be shocked again. "You're so rude!"

"Sheesh, and I thought I liked you."

You heart races, liked you? You clear your throat, "What do you mean?"

"I mean what I said, I like you," He explains.

You sigh, "I know what you said but you're going to have to elaborate."

"I like to enough to want to show you my dick, come on, isn't it obvious?" Well it was but after all he's a famous hero and you were a borderline pornstar.

He notices how you can't come up with a response.

"I'll show you how much I like you, if you let me."

You chuckle, "How would you do that, Narumi?"

With that, you see a strange figure step our in the mellow darkness only lit by some park lights and the solar lights on the ground. Gen Narumi steps out in casual attire, dropping his phone into his pocket as he walks towards you. You had to be dreaming right, this seemed impossible.

"Did you track my phone?"

Narumi shrugged, "Maybe I did."

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The chains on the swing set rattle against its frame. The grass must've been freshly cut since it was digging into your knees as if they were little tiny razor blades. The only thing distracting you enough from raging was the groans being let out by division one's captain.

Your lips swollen around the shaft of his cock, his tip hitting the back of you throat occasionally enough for you to gag on it. "God, you're pretty with tears down your face."

If you could smile through your filled mouth you would, god, he was so good at talking sweet when fucking your throat.

He sat on one of the swing chairs somehow it didn't move much with his legs spread and pants down to his ankles. He didn't lie, he did have a big dick.

He swiftly moves your hair away off your shoulders, holding them up to get a good view but it wasn't like he was looking much- he couldn't. Narumi couldn't help but throw his head back from pleasure every so often.

After his velvet tip leaves your lips he pulls you up, sitting you on one of his thighs and his lips immediately encased yours, wet, soft and hot. It was like he was swallowing you whole.

"Narumi, we're-"

"Gen, don't call me Narumi only my colleagues call me that," He interrupts, biting your lips before he let you go. "Especially don't call me that when I'm balls deep inside of you."

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lieninety · 9 months

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Never Felt a Feeling Like This

Narumi Gen x f!Reader

summary: For Narumi, it’s love at first sight. For you, it’s boredom.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, meet-ugly, masturbation (m), hinted femdom, switch!narumi (like literally from one paragraph to the next sometimes), budding degradation kink, but also praise kink, spit kink, inappropriate workplace behavior and relationships, mentioned/implied power imbalance (but in name only), dubiously solicited dick pics, narumi is a simp and I'm embarrassed for him and you should be too, narumi’s imagination gets a real workout in this, no bs4s were harmed in the writing of this fic (takes place pre-bs5 release), do not break electronics without proper safety equipment, excessive emoji use (did you know emojis count as words in the word count??)

notes: the kn8!chaos couple's origin story is finally revealed! I'm just happy I was finally able to use a Beyoncé lyric in a title. she released Renaissance because she wanted the kn8!chaos couple to have music to fuck to.

words: 6.3k

part of the Agents of Chaos series

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As the First Division’s Vice-Captain leads you throughout Ariake Maritime Base on a tour of the facilities, you find your interest hanging on by a thread.

All Defense Force bases are essentially the same — you have your training grounds and rooms, administration offices, barracks, an Operation Room, and mission preparation spaces. So, you’re torn between yawning loudly and pulling out your phone to see if there’s anything else more worthy of your time, which there surely is.

The only thing stopping you is that this is your first time meeting Vice-Captain Hasegawa and you have just enough awareness to recognize that doing either would probably lead to a poor reaction from the man. There will be plenty of opportunities to test his patience in the weeks, months, and — hopefully — years to come.

With great effort, you stifle both urges and continue pretending to look like everything Hasegawa is telling you is not going in one ear and out the other. You wish he would just drop you off in the Operation Room so that you could figure out which station and console you wanted to take over.

Your mind has begun to wander so much that you almost run into him when he comes to a sudden stop in the middle of the hallway. Although considering he’s still talking and is pointedly facing a pair of double doors, the stop might not have seemed as sudden if you had been paying attention.

“—wanted to warn you,” he sighs and you realize that you’ve missed everything he’s said before.

But you quickly catch sight of the plaque next to the door that reads, “Narumi Gen, First Division Captain,” and are easily able to piece together what it was that Hasegawa was warning you about.

“Ah, don’t worry, Hasegawa. I knew what I was getting into!” you grin up at him, completely missing the way his eyebrow raises at how casually you’ve addressed him without his proper title. “Captain Ogata made sure of that when he was trying to convince me to take the Head of Operations opening at the Third Division instead.”

Your assurances don’t seem to provide him with any sort of comfort. If anything, his severe expression only deepens.

“Yes, well. We’re a little ahead of schedule for your introductory meeting with Captain Narumi but he should be in,” he says, deciding to move past the unsurprising revelation that the Fourth Division Captain had tried to steer you clear of the chaos at the top of the First.

He sharply raps his knuckles on one of the grand, wooden doors to announce your presence and opens them both without waiting for a reply. When you see what lies inside of the office, you understand why.

Your gaze isn’t sure what it should settle on. The piles of dirty clothes? The overflowing garbage cans? The discarded and empty water bottles, cans of coffee, and energy drinks? The precariously stacked Yamazon boxes lining the walls? The reverently displayed and definitely overpriced action figures?

But your eyes are quickly drawn to the lump inside of the futon laid out in the middle of the office and right in front of the large TV, where a first-person shooter game is playing out on the screen. If you listen carefully, you can just make out the muttering coming from the lump in between the sounds of the game’s gunfire.

You tilt your head to the side as you take in the sight. Even if Ogata hadn’t pulled you aside at every opportunity to caution you away from the First Division, Narumi Gen’s reputation was practically legendary among the ranks of the Defense Force — and only partially for his skill in combating kaiju.

It wasn’t a lie when you told Hasegawa that you knew what you were getting into when you accepted the position as the First Division’s new Head of Operations. However, the chaotic state of Narumi’s office still manages to take you slightly by surprise.

Somehow, you remain unaware of the way the corners of your lips are slightly tugging upwards in a hint of a smile.

You’re pulled from your musings by the waves of anger that you feel radiating off of Hasegawa, who you had genuinely forgotten was standing next to you. His arms are crossed over his chest and this close to him, you can see the vein on his forehead pulsing.

“I apologize for your first impression of Captain Narumi,” he grumbles and you can easily tell that this is a common occurrence for the man. “If you’ll give me a minute, I’ll take care of this.”

But before he can march toward the lump, you cut him off.

“No need! I can handle this,” you tell him genially as you curiously open the Yamazon box on top of the mountain nearest you. You’re unimpressed by the six-pack of energy drinks inside. You note that it’s the same brand as the empty cans strewn across the office floor as you carelessly push the box off the stack, where it falls to the floor with a dull thud.

You open the next box and pull out a boxed set of some movie series that you’ve never heard of and which has an obnoxious yellow sticker on the front that says, “LIMITED EDITION!” You pout with disinterest and toss it over your shoulder.

“Are you sure?” Hasegawa asks just as you get ready to move on to the next Yamazon box and you abandon your search through Narumi’s things.

“Has anyone ever told you that you worry too much?” you reply, your nose wrinkled slightly in distaste.

Your admonishment and clear lack of boundaries has a sense of dread creeping up on Hasegawa — one that usually only accompanies a kaiju attack. He’s quick to tamp down any fears that his already-frequent headaches are about to increase, not wanting to tempt whatever higher power might be out there by putting those thoughts into the universe.

The only outward sign of his apprehension is his deepening frown. He responds with a wordless hum.

Turning away from the Yamazon boxes, you look back to the lump to find that it hasn’t moved once despite the noise and your and Hasegawa’s presence. Glancing at the TV screen, you see that the game is still in progress.

There’s an obvious solution to this problem.

The lump is so focused on clearing its virtual mission that it’s easy for you to walk toward the TV, reach behind it, and yank the BS4 plug from the overfilled power strip. The sudden silence from the TV as the console unexpectedly shuts off is met with a screech from the lump, which finally moves to reveal Narumi Gen — captain of the famed First Division and Japan's (supposedly) Strongest Anti-Kaiju Combatant.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” he screams, tossing off the duvet and stumbling to his bare feet. “I was just about to clear the campaign! You just made me lose all of my progress! Who do you think you are?!”

With every shout, he moves closer, his finger pointed at you furiously and his bloodshot eyes practically bulging from his head.

You answer him by grabbing his BS4 from the floor, lifting it over your head, and slamming it back down where it shatters apart. His shriek this time is so loud and shrill that you truly worry for a moment that your ears may begin to bleed.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he repeats frantically as he collapses to his knees and tries to carefully pick up the hardware now scattered on the floor of his office, his fingers trembling from the trauma of seeing his most precious possession in pieces.

But he’s too slow for you. You step past him and kneel down beside the BS4’s exposed motherboard. And then, in one smooth motion, you pull a pair of needle-nosed pliers out of the pocket of your lab coat and drive the jaws straight down where it pierces the fragile, green fiberglass.

You can only describe Narumi’s resulting wail as a widow’s wail for how devastated it sounds.

When you stand up and look back down at him, you see the shell of a broken man. He’s hunched over on his knees near your feet. The shattered pieces of his BS4 are loosely clutched in his hands. And if you look closely, you can make out the slight shaking of his shoulders.

“Who are you?” he rasps, his gaze glued to the remains of his beloved console. “How can you be so cruel?”

“I’m the First Division’s new Head of Operations, bitch,” you smirk down at him, your arms crossed over your chest in satisfaction. The revelation seems to catch his attention because his head shoots up to look at you in shock before anger begins to creep in.

“You? You’re the new Head of Operations?” he seethes, abandoning his BS4’s carcass to slowly stand. His fists are clenched at his sides and the tick in his jaw is visibly noticeable.

However, you’re already moving on. You close the distance between you so quickly that Narumi’s fury is momentarily forgotten as he instinctively takes a step back only for you to take one forward.

His stupor grows worse when your hands come up to cup his jaw. Suddenly, all he can focus on is how warm your touch is and how surprisingly pretty you are, your soft features hiding the heartlessness that lurks underneath.

The reminder shatters his daze and he stumbles backward and away from your caress. He tries to put as much distance between himself and you as he can, only to trip on his futon and wind up sprawled on his back on top of the haphazardly strewn duvet.

Not wasting an opportunity to get close to him again and without a second’s hesitation, you follow him and plop yourself down to straddle his torso. A flush breaks out across his cheeks and quickly spreads to the tips of his ears that are peeking out through his messy hair.

The pink grows a deeper red when you sit up, slightly lifting yourself off of him so that you can further lean over him until only a few inches are separating your face from his. The back of his head is already pressed to the futon, leaving him nowhere to go.

His face feels hot under your fingers as you grip his chin firmly enough that he can’t shake you off this time. Although that seems like something you don’t need to worry about as he appears frozen beneath you. You’re vaguely aware of how his own hands slowly and cautiously drop to rest on the tops of your thighs.

Yet, where Narumi is clearly flustered by the compromising position that you’ve forced him into, the ability to grasp the grossly inappropriate and unprofessional nature of your interaction is beyond you. There’s a purpose to all of this, which makes it incredibly easy for you to ignore the feeling of his fingers nervously twitching through the fabric of your pants.

With one hand holding his chin, the other comes up to rest the back of your fingers on his cheek and you can feel how doing so makes him somehow even more tense. The wildness in your eyes has something stirring deep inside of him, which is only made worse by how he’s already missing your weight on his stomach.

He suddenly finds himself fighting the overwhelming urge to slide his hands up to your waist and pull you back down to sit on him. It wouldn’t be that hard. You would probably make a small cry of surprise if he did. He can practically hear it ringing in his ears and it goes straight to his cock, which is quickly growing half-hard.

And then it wouldn’t take much more to move you a little further down until you’re placed right on top of the bulge in his sweatpants. He would use his hold on you to grind your ass down while he bucks his hips up.

His fantasizing takes a different turn when you slowly begin to lean even closer to his face and his wide eyes drop down to your lips. They look so soft and plush. Your tongue peeks out for just a second before disappearing back into your mouth and he wants nothing more than to chase it with his own.

What would your tongue feel like sliding against his? What would it feel like on his fingers? On his cock?

Your teeth lightly sink into your bottom lip and he’s genuinely surprised that he doesn’t cum on the spot.

It’s only your grip on his chin that keeps him from lifting his head to close the gap altogether. Thankfully, you seem to be doing so on your own and his eyes flutter shut, his lips parting slightly in anticipation.

But then his left eye is opening back up against his will as your thumb pulls on the skin just under his eyelid while your index finger lifts the area just below his brow. His right eye opens in confusion, trying to understand what’s going on.

He takes in how your gaze is fixed on his left eye, your head tilting back and forth from side to side curiously, and it slowly sinks in that the slightly manic look that you’re wearing has nothing to do with the kiss he was expecting. All of your interest in him seems to be exclusively tied to his scarlet-colored eyes — the eyes crafted from the retina of Kaiju No. 1.

It feels like someone has doused him in cold water at the realization.

He can feel his dick softening from the disappointment — but only partially. After all, you’re still straddling him and leaning in close enough that he can feel every one of your exhales on his face.

“So, these are the Future Sight eyes…” you murmur to yourself, switching your attention over to his right eye and giving it the same inspection that the left received. You hum thoughtfully and Narumi scrambles to find something to say, trying to think of anything that has even the slightest chance of impressing you.

Before he can start to brag about the kaiju with a 7.4 fortitude level that he neutralized with one shot last week, you’re removing your hands from his face entirely and sighing heavily, a pout forming on the lips that he had just been daydreaming about. You lean back and sit up, dropping your weight fully onto his stomach once again.

You absently rest your palms on his chest and he’s struck by the vivid mental image of you doing the exact same thing if you were to ride him.

The fantasy comes closer to being real when your hands push down for leverage to readjust how you’re seated. Your attempt to find a more comfortable position has you sliding just a little further down his body. His breath catches in his throat when your knees end up on either side of his waist and your ass meets his lap — and the tent in his pants.

His fingers instinctively grip your thighs tightly as he bites back the deep groan that’s desperately trying to escape his chest.

He knows you can feel how hard he is. It’s not like it’s something easy to ignore when you’re sitting right on top of it. Yet the only reaction you have is a slight twitch at the corner of your lips that’s so faint anyone else except for him, the captain of the Defense Force’s strongest division, would have missed it.

And he also notices that it twitched upward.

For a brief second, he contemplates using his eyes on you. Activating them would allow him to visualize your brain’s signals, indicating your movements before you made them. Maybe then he would have a better idea of what you’re planning to do. It’s probably against some stupid regulation to use the weapons designed to combat kaiju on another member of the Defense Force, but you’re a much more formidable foe.

However, he then feels you shifting slightly as you get ready to move so that his hard cock is no longer poking your ass and he panics.

His hands dart up to grab your hips and keep you right where you are. Although you don’t cry out in the way that his ears are yearning to hear, your eyes widen just a fraction, betraying your surprise at his action.

Knowing that his grip is firm enough to keep you from shaking it off, you instead look curiously over your shoulder and down, your back arching as you check if you can see the hardness directly underneath you. It’s the first clear acknowledgment you make of his arousal.

Anyone else, everyone else, would be frantically trying to explain away the situation — as if there’s a way to explain away an erection that your coworker is sitting on. But Narumi isn’t anyone else and he finds his mind wandering yet again.

All he can focus on is how your arched back pushes your chest forward. Despite the shapeless lab coat that you’re wearing and how it covers the majority of your body, he can still make out the curves of your tits and how they’re perfectly framed by your upper arms on either side.

What would you look like in just your lab coat?

His thumbs twitch where they’re firmly pressed to your hips with the urge to slip them under the hem of your shirt and feel the warmth of your bare skin directly. If he did, he could easily slide them, and your shirt, up. Once he had it high enough, he could then curl one finger into the front of your bra and pull it down until your tits were spilling from its cups.

And then all he would have to do is lean up and he could capture a nipple between his wet lips. He could then wind his arms around you beneath your lab coat to splay one hand across the arch in your back, pressing you further into his mouth. By this point, your hands would have moved from his chest to his shoulders where they would be fisting the fabric of his shirt.

He can hear your phantom cries of pleasure in his ears again as his dick starts to ache.

The bubble bursts when you face forward, your back now hunched over rather than arched. You look deeply unimpressed. Narumi is suddenly and viscerally aware of the thin stream of drool that’s slowly trailing from the corner of his lip and down his jaw where it then meets his neck.

You notice it as well and lift a hand up to casually wipe his spit away with the pad of your thumb. His mouth opens on its own, instinctively wanting you to slip the spit-slicked digit inside.

Somehow, the action has you looking even further unimpressed. Rather than sticking it past his parted lips, you wipe your finger clean on the front of his shirt.

When you meet his gaze, the disinterest that he can see in your eyes and in your expression is crippling. Every fantasy that has been playing out in his head over the past few minutes shatters and comes crashing down around him.

“Hm, I didn’t think the wielder of the oldest numbered weapon would be so boring,” you finally say with a frown.

His open mouth closes before opening again, only to close and then repeat the cycle as he finds himself unable to respond. His reaction doesn’t help his case.

“...b-boring…?” he repeats, seemingly incapable of understanding the meaning of the word.

You slap away his hands from your hips and he’s so dazed that he lets you. The insult slowly starts to sink in and his growing indignation soon eclipses every last ounce of arousal.

“Boring?” he angrily cries out and you simply roll your eyes as you stand up. This time when you move off of him, he’s too outraged to miss your weight and warmth.

“Yes. You bore me,” you tell him pointedly, your hands on your hips as you look down at him where he lays on his back between your feet. He gets the sense that this is exactly how you would be looking at a worm that you saw on the sidewalk before trampling it.

“W-well, if I’m so boring why’d you end up with the First anyway?” he retorts with a glare as he finally sits up. “You’re here because you wanted to be in the presence of Japan’s strongest!”

Your features wrinkle in distaste at the sentiment.

“You wish,” you scoff as you step off of his futon and take a moment to examine your nails. “The First Division’s base is on the bay and the Third’s by a river. The ocean is way nicer. Simple as that.”

He can only gape up at you, speechless once more.

You made the biggest decision of your career based on the base’s proximity to the ocean rather than the strength and prestige of the division. A life-changing decision, and you made it on something as superficial as preferring the ocean to a river.

There was no rational thinking involved. There were no thoughtful considerations made. Other than consulting Google Maps, there was no careful research done.

A decision that you would have to live with for years and you made it based on something as trivial as a body of water.

Simple as that.

Narumi’s heart starts to race and his face grows warm. His palms suddenly feel sweaty and he’s hyper-aware of an unfamiliar fluttering in his stomach. A wide grin slowly stretches across his face.

Before you can walk away, he grabs your ankle.

“Wait! What’s your name?” he asks eagerly. You just smirk down at him and shake off his hand with a kick of your leg before walking away and out of his office without a second glance back at him.

As he watches you leave, he wonders if the irises of his eyes — which usually morph into crosses when being used as the weapon they are — have now taken the shape of hearts.

He’s ready to collapse back into his futon with an infatuated sigh. He still has the tent in his sweatpants to deal with after all and if anything, it’s only gotten harder.

But before he can, he catches sight of Hasegawa, who’s standing stoically by the doors of his office. He wonders if the man has been there the whole time and if so, why he didn’t put a stop to the chaos that just played out before him as he’s normally quick to do.

He vaguely notes that his Vice-Captain looks like he does whenever they’re en route to a kaiju attack and he’s reviewing the information available to assess the threat as best he can before engaging. Determination then crosses his severe features, as if he’s steeling himself for some upcoming battle.

The man appears about to take his leave, but Narumi recognizes that he can’t let his only other source on your identity just walk away.

“Hasegawa! Hey, Hasegawa!” Narumi cries out as he sits up on his knees.

“Yes?” he replies stiffly, steeling himself for whatever is coming.

“Is she single?” He hungrily points in the direction you just went, like there’s any doubt about who the “she” in question is.

Hasegawa’s entire demeanor abruptly turns icy. His arms slowly cross over his chest — usually a sign that a physical assault is imminent.

“I’ll remind you, Captain, that the Defense Force highly discourages fraternization between enlisted personnel,” he says. Despite the lack of violence that accompanies the warning, it’s the most threatening that Hasegawa has ever sounded when reprimanding Narumi.

But all Narumi can think about is how hard he still is and the memory of both your disinterest and your body on top of his as you straddled him.

“Discourages is not forbids,” he smirks with all of the smugness of someone who believes that he’s found the greatest loophole in the history of mankind.

Hasegawa’s scarred features contort into a grimace at Narumi’s easy disregard for the admonishment that he just received. Deciding that the best course of action would be to conserve his energy for the fight that he can see on the horizon, he drops his arms to his sides and walks away from his captain.

“Wait! Tell me her name!” Narumi shouts as he desperately begins to crawl after him.

Hasegawa suppresses the urge to slap a palm to his forehead in exasperation. He looks over his shoulder at the pathetic sight of the man known across the country as Japan’s strongest on his hands and knees, begging for just a crumb of information.

“If you regularly checked your email as is your responsibility as First Division Captain, you wouldn’t need to ask,” he scolds him and with Narumi sufficiently distracted, Hasegawa is finally able to escape, closing the doors to the office with a loud slam!

Meanwhile, Narumi scrambles back to his futon to dig through it for his phone. When he finally finds it, it slips out of his grasp due to how sweaty his palms are. It takes a few tries but with fingers that are trembling with excitement, he’s able to unlock his phone and pull up his email.

He frowns in annoyance at the sheer volume of unread messages. As he starts to scroll through them, his eyes hurriedly skimming through the subject lines of each one, he soon realizes that this is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Doing a quick search for “Head of Operations” pulls up an unopened thread titled, “[URGENT] Start Date: Head of Operations, First Division.” He finds what he’s looking for when he opens it and sees that the latest email is from you, your name appearing in the “from” line.

He slowly says your name aloud, testing it out. He likes the way it tastes on his tongue.

He wonders if your pussy will taste even better when he gets you to sit on his face.

As he skims the email thread for any further information he can glean, he notices that your responses to the information on your promotion and new assignment are largely in emojis. You seem to have a particular fondness for the red 100 emoji.

With a contented sigh, he collapses back into his futon. His phone is clutched tightly to his chest and an adoring smile is painted across his lips.

Rolling over onto his stomach, he rests his chin on a curled fist and returns to his email. Now that he has your name, he happily kicks his feet back and forth in the air and does another search through his inbox for it. He strikes gold when he finds your personnel file attached to a months-old, unopened email.

But he doesn’t get far in reading through it because at the top of the file, just beneath your name, is your phone number. As soon as he sees it, he saves it in his contacts under: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦.

His fingers fly across the screen as he then drafts a new message to you and quickly hits send.

From: Narumi Gen Hey! Go out with me 🙏

He watches the message thread with unblinking eyes, eagerly waiting for the three little dots that indicate that you’re typing to appear at the bottom. When they finally do, the anticipation of what you’ll say is enough to have him salivating all over again.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 ????

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Who dis

He frowns slightly. He’s your new captain. Shouldn’t you already have his number saved in your phone? Rather than letting it ruin his giddiness, he seizes the opportunity that he missed earlier to brag.

From: Narumi Gen JAPAN’S STRONGEST 💪

He smugly waits for your reply. It takes longer this time for the three dots to appear and he’s positive that it’s because you’re too in awe to respond right away.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Oh.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 😒

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Captain boring 🥱

Each reply is like an arrow to his heart. The yawning emoji in particular feels like you’ve taken a knife to his gut with a pretty smile on your lips. Desperation quickly takes hold.

From: Narumi Gen Plz go out with me

From: Narumi Gen Pretty plz? 🙏

From: Narumi Gen Ur so hot. Plz go out with me 🙇‍♂️

From: Narumi Gen I’ll do literally anything to go out with u 😫

His responses are sent in a flurry one right after another. If he had the ability to feel shame, he would be embarrassed by how increasingly pathetic he sounds with each sent message.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Nope 🙅‍♀️

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 This pussy is closed to losers

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 😝

It’s a good thing that he’s already laying down because the one-two punch of being called a loser while also being told that your pussy is off-limits would have had him keeling over.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Enjoy taking care of your little problem on your own 🍆✊💦

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 Let me know how it goes 😏

He suddenly feels like you’ve breathed new life into him. Does this mean that you’re imagining him jerking off?

The thought of you thinking of him with his hand pumping his cock has his head spinning. He rolls over onto his back and drops the hand holding his phone by his side as he stares up at the ceiling of his office in a daze.

Acting almost on its own, his free hand slides down his stomach to slip under the waist of his sweatpants and then the band of his boxer briefs. He can’t help the hiss that escapes him when he wraps his hand around his cock. It’s easy to pretend that it’s your hand that’s pulling it out of his pants instead of his.

Would you tell him how boring he is even as your hand slowly begins to move up and down his length? Would you be acting like this is a waste of your time? Maybe you’d be jerking him off with one hand and scrolling through your phone with the other.

His eyes close to aid the fantasy.

He can hear your voice in his ears, every word dripping with indifference as you tell him to hurry up and cum already so that you can go do something that actually interests you. You would barely even look at him, only glancing at him every so often to check how close he is to finishing.

When he spits into his hand to help the glide of his palm, he imagines that it’s your hand and remembers how you didn’t shy away from his saliva when you wiped it off of his chin earlier. His fist speeds up its pace as he imagines what it would have looked like if you had popped your thumb into his mouth for him to suck it clean rather than wiping it off on his shirt.

Or better yet, if you slipped it into your mouth, only removing it once your thumb was free of his spit.

What would it look like if you spit directly into his mouth? He’s positive that you would purse your lips right over his open and waiting mouth and let your spit delicately drip straight down into it. You wouldn’t let him swallow until you told him that he was allowed to. And then you would reward him with a condescending pat on his cheek and a chaste kiss to his shining lips.

And what if he spits into your mouth? He would have you on your knees for him, lips parted wide open, and tongue stuck out as you waited patiently to taste his cock. He would grab your chin with fingers as firm as yours were on his earlier and just when you began to rub your thighs together, he would spit into your open mouth before making you swallow.

Would you whine if he told you that you’re a good girl?

He definitely would if you called him a good boy.

He would whine right into your pussy if you were to tell him how good he was being with his face buried between your thighs, your legs tossed over his shoulders. The words would be broken up between breathless moans as he lapped at your clit, your fingers pulling on his hair to tug his face closer. And he would then start pumping two of his fingers in and out of your pussy, curling them just right, all so that he could hear you say the words again.

After seeing how little he impresses you, he would give anything for even a scrap of your praise. But he also wants to make you just as desperate for his.

He wants you sprawled across the top of his messy desk.

He wants you to make it even messier when you cum on his cock as he pounds into you, his balls hitting your ass with each thrust and your ankles dangling by his ears. He’d have your arousal dripping from your pussy and down the crack of your ass to pool on the wooden surface of his fancy desk.

He’d then slide two of his fingers through the mess before shoving them into your mouth, wordlessly demanding you suck them clean.

And you would, wouldn’t you?

Because for all of your standoffishness and your seemingly aloof nature, when it comes down to it, you would want to be good for him.

You would keep his fingers in your mouth until you were gagging on them when he shoved them in deep enough to reach the back of your throat. And even then, you would keep your lips closed around them until he decides to remove them.

And when he pumps you full of his cum, you would thank him with hazy eyes and an adoring smile. It would mirror the one on his lips when he drops to his knees and pushes open your thighs to watch his cum slowly drip in thick, white gobs out of your sopping pussy to join the growing pool underneath your ass.

Each mental image that rapidly plays out on the backs of his eyelids pushes him closer and closer to cumming. He can feel the orgasm building in his spine and in his balls, only for his eyes to spring wide open when he remembers your request to keep him updated.

His phone is still in his sweaty hand, his fingers clutched around it so tightly that if he wasn’t so used to holding his BS4 controller for long periods of time, then they would be aching. He absently sends a silent thank you to whoever invented Face ID because it means he doesn’t have to fumble with a passcode to unlock his phone and pull up the camera.

As much as it pains him to do so, he pulls his free hand from his weeping cock to yank his shirt up his torso and shove the hem between his teeth. He moans around the fabric when his hand returns back to his cock, giving it a squeeze as he looks down at it through the screen of his phone, trying to angle the camera just right.

His hand is itching to pick back up its frantic pace up and down his shaft. But he keeps it still just long enough to take a perfectly-framed picture of his hand wrapped around the base of his dick and pre-cum leaking over his fingers.

He hurriedly hits send and drops his hand holding his phone back to his side.

However, his hand has only just started moving again when his phone vibrates in the death grip that he has on it. A pathetic, little whine emerges from the back of his throat when he lifts it up and looks at the screen to find that you’ve already replied.

His toes curl and his hips buck up off the futon as he eagerly opens your message.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

That’s all it takes for him to cum with a groan of your name that’s muffled by the shirt hem still shoved in his mouth. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut as his hips give a few jerks, imagining that he’s spilling his cum onto your face instead of into his still-moving hand.

When he’s finally capable of opening his eyes, he opens the camera on his phone again. With fingers that are tingling from his orgasm, he takes a second picture — this time of his cum-coated fingers and the streaks of white painted across his stomach.

After hitting send, he continues to look at the screen and preens when the three dots almost immediately appear at the bottom.

From: 🍑🙇‍♂️💕🍆💦 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

A wistful sigh leaves him as spits his shirt out of his mouth and clutches his phone close to his chest, which is still rising and falling rapidly as he pants for air.

“So, this is what love is like,” he muses aloud, a dreamy smile stretched across his lips and absolutely certain that his racing heart has nothing to do with jerking off or the sticky mess coating his hand and stomach.

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