#goro smut

[ma1dmer]

Cyberpunk - Goro Takemura NSFW

i might revisit this ,i have too many thots on this man but not enough brain for them

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): he is very thorough and he doesn't let you slack off on aftercare, he finds something to wash both of you off and something to eat and drink, he doesn't talk a lot but he is still very gentle and cautious to how you are feeling, if you complain about just wanting to sleep he chastises you to not rush him

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): tech, he really really loves and takes pride in all the tech he has acquired due to his job, he love the strength it gives him, a testament to his hard work, skill and of course loyalty. he loves when you pay extra attention to the implants he has, when you run your tongue over the synthetic skin, metal and cables as if you could taste his actual pulse beneath everything.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): pull out king, he doesn't enjoy the clean up and the mess, but he'll deal with it if it means feeling you wrapped around him fully, with no barrier, whether its possible to get you pregnant or not, it is a thought he lingers on when you two are getting hot in the comfort of your bed, he'll throw a few comments here and there, push down on your stomach imagining breeding you before he quickly snaps out of it and pulls out, pumping his cock a few final times to the image of you and your possible family

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he loves stockings and tights, he loves the sleek look of stockings on your legs. in general he is a man that can appreciate lingerie, he loves the effort you put for him, it's like a gift, you coming to him like a gift to unwrap, if he can he'll tear a single hole in the tights and pull everything aside, running his rough palms over your nylon clad thighs as he enters you he's the happiest man alive

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): he seems like a man who prefers long term relationships rather than one night stands, not just for commitment, nor out of any particular shame or something, but because one night stands are never as satisfying in his opinion, you can't teach someone new what gets you off as easily, he likes spending time finding what makes his partners tick , loves the satisfaction of knowing someone so well inside and out that he can get them to cum in seconds and he likes the comfort of someone who knows his body equally well

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): the very very very classic missionary, he lets himself get lost in your embrace, burying his hands in your hair and his face in the crook of your neck as he pushes his hips against yours

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): he is surprisingly easy to convince to take part in shenanigans, his humour is delivered with deadpan dryness but he is still hilarious and enjoys watching you relax under him, watching you pause and try to figure out if he just made a joke or not and then grinning once you get it

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): he keeps natural mostly, he is not opposed to shaving or trimming if you want him to though, he might complain in the beginning but will fulfill your request even if it was just a passing comment you didn't think much of

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): he takes a second to get there, to properly warm up to you and be a bit more affectionate and romantic, but when he gets there, he gets there, suddenly melting into you, he enjoys eye contact, he enjoys holding your hand and holding you as close as possible, he loves kissing every part of you he can reach too

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): always behind closed doors ,he isn't kind to himself when he indulges like that, he doesn't drag it out ,he knows what gets him off and he does it as clinically and roughly as possible, a tight fist around his cock, muffling his groans behind his other hand, he'll pause when an image of you pops up in his head, frustration distracting him briefly from his goal, how did you manage to get under his skin like that

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): clothed sex, edging, ropes, scent etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): he'll always prefer the comfort of your bedroom, why go anywhere else where it might get uncomfortable or it might stink or you might get caught

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): authority, he enjoys seeing you put people in their place, it makes him smile to himself proudly, now direct that sort of attention to him and he flushes, embarrassed to realised that it's not just pride he's feeling when your voice takes that sharp edge, or your eyes zero in on him harshly

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): he's possessive and really not keen on the idea of bringing anyone else in your bedroom not only that but he will get spiteful and petty if you suggest it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): he is a giver, he likes the control of it and he definitely uses his hands a lot, pushing his fingers inside of you replacing his soft tongue with the rough pad of his finger as often as he can

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): he starts off slower and gets more frantic the closer to his release he gets, grabbing you, holding you closer, pulling your hips to his urging you to meet his thrusts, cursing in every language he knows

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): he warms up to them very easily, in the beginning he thinks he'd hate them and openly sends you off whenever you try to initiate them, but it only takes one-two times before he is convinced on them, he even finds himself enjoying the idea of leaving you with a few reminders for the rest of your day

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): not very into risking things, he does not mind experimenting, but expect him to do as much research as possible before diving in to try whatever odd kink you suggest, he'll definitely judge you but never seriously if you want to try something

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): he has incredible stamina, but never pushes himself more than he thinks necessary, if you ask him he'll indulge you, one round two rounds three rounds, but when he is done, he is done and satisfied

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): only if you want them, he doesn't need them to get himself off since he's very particular on what he likes, but he's not intimidated by them either, he'll definitely leverage them against you in his dirty talk though, greedy

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he is direct, he isn't good with teasing you it feels like a front and he's always giving in way too quickly, but he does enjoy when you tease him, you frustrate him to no end when you do so, but he'll never stop you, if you want to play he doesn't mind playing, he finds himself enjoying getting edged, he always moves to grab your wrist when you pull away from his cock, but he never fully commits to pulling your hand back on him, reluctantly letting go and letting the game continue

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): he is not particularly loud, he mostly huffs and grunts, when he cums he does so with a loud groan and his noises oddly enough always borderline on animalistic, more growly and deep

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): i think he'd enjoy rope play or shibari, placing your full trust in him, letting him push the limits of your body, letting him map out where he wants the rope to go, researching new positions, it's almost not sexual in the way he gets so absorbed by it, a real artist with it too

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): average lengthwise but its quite thick, the crown is smaller and it thickens at the base, darker than the rest of him

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): he does not have a high sex drive, he's used to putting his needs aside for his job. what his body wants comes second to everything else, in the beginning he lets you and needs you to initiate things and to remind him that he can let go and relax in your presence

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): it's actually difficult for him to fall asleep after everything is said and done, ideally he wants you to fall asleep first, get the rest you deserve, he will never ask you to stay awake for him, however the truth is he can't fall asleep by himself, he needs your help, talk to him, play with his hair, anything, its a long road before he admits it to you and actually asks for your help, but eventually he does get there

[gazkamurocho]

80s Kiryu's POV ❤

[majimasleftasscheek]

Just want to say kudos to you on your latest comic bc damn, I haven’t seen anything like that with hot and heavy but also soft kazumaji in a hot minute. it is very much appreciated 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

thank you for enjoying! 😌 I love making them the messiest couple but also so oogy boogy smitten for each other OUGH

[c-o-t-o]

Came across a whole bunch of photos today with Akira's dreams of Akechi, and the ideas are

f l o w i n g lol

Expect a fluffy story of them soon, maybe it can lead to something spicy after? 👀

UPDATE: here is the fic!

[hornyjorny]

𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮!

goro takemura x afab!reader. 18+, mdni plz, blowjob, top!takemura, sub!v, slight angst at the end?? also riding + creampie

“I need you, V. “

Fuck. 

He’s got you there. 

Goro-Fucking-Takemura, the cold and calculating ex-Arasaka operative, was a contradiction you couldn't ignore. Takemura represented fucking everything you possibly could’ve stood against— and now here you are— on your fucking knees, with Takemura towering above you, eyes furrowed shut as you tug away at his belt. 

How the fuck did you even get here? Shit, you just wanted to invite the poor fucker out to get hammered and just maybe, just maybe take a moment to relax from the city’s constant chaos. 

You’d made up your mind— and despite Johnny’s dissent, you mustered the courage to finally as the old fucker out for a night on the town. Afterall— he deserved it. You didn’t actually expect Takemura to say ‘yes’— but shit, you were thrilled. You ended up choosing a dimly-lit bar— and as you two sipped on your drinks, Takemura's rigid demeanor seemed to melt away, revealing a man who had been burdened by the weight of his past. 

And for once, Goro Takemura seemed content with the ways of the world.

As the evening continued to progress, the alcohol continuing flow, even fucking Johnny could sense the growing sexual tension simmering beneath the surface. With a sly grin and a fuzzy mind you suggested you two continue the night at your apartment, inviting him in for a night. Takemura hesitated, and his icy gaze locked onto yours. The unspoken tension hung heavy, and in a rare display of vulnerability, he nodded with a wolfish grin.  

And now here you are— gazing up at Takemura’s piercing icy eyes as you attempt to undo his belt, before chucking it to the floor below. He told you to kneel, so now here you are, perched between his knees like a bitch, following his every command. 

He’s so fucking cute, you swear it— his normally neat, pulled-back salt-and-pepper hair is now messy and frizzy. His cheeks are pink— and his pretty eyes immediately flutter shut when you tug down his pants, wasting no time in freeing his already hard member from his pants. 

Shit, does he take your breath away. He’s fucking perfect. 

You’re just barely able to wrap your hand around the base— he’s decently sized, not too big—just enough. He’s perfectly groomed, honestly just as expected, and his tip is already leaking against your hands. He sighs deeply for a brief moment— his fingers intertwining in your hair just for a moment— forcing you to look up into his cold stare. 

You say nothing. Your heart’s hammering in your chest as he just stares blankly, his lips slightly ajar, cheeks flushed pink. 

You finally muster the courage to place a kiss to his leaky tip, looking up into his piercing gaze. His pretty eyes flutter shut— and a soft groan exits his lips. Fuck, he’s cute. Before he can recover, you wrap your lips delicately around the head of his leaky cock. You can feel him shiver beneath you, his thighs shaking for just a moment. You lower yourself then, happily taking in more of him into your mouth before he hits the back of your throat. 

You swear you hear him faintly curse.

Your lips leave his cock with a lewd ‘pop!’ and a string of salvia connects your lips and his tip. 

Takemura groans deeply— the soft noises he makes just send waves of heated desire through your veins, which only fuels the fire that is your horny gonk-ass brain. Unable to help yourself,  your tongue retreats to him, licking up his shaft before placing a sloppy kiss to his leaky tip.

Goro looks down at you with such malice in his eyes— and it almost terrifies you as much as it excites you. Your lips continue to gently suckle at his reddened tip, before one of his large hands rises to hold your jaw, pulling you off of his cock by your hair with the other. He’s looming over you—his dark hair spilling over his shoulders as he glares down at you, icy eyes staring into yours. 

“Open.” 

His voice is hoarse— deep. And so you comply, you don’t think twice. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth upon his command. 

Goro’s left hand entangles itself roughly in your hair, using his other hand to guide himself into your mouth again, pulling a little weakened whimper from your lips as he pushes himself down your throat, slowly guiding himself in. Aww. At least he’s being nice. 

Drool smeared on your flustered cheeks, tears glittering among your lashes, and your lips trembled with each pant as you took him in when he breaches the back of your throat. His fingers tighten their grip on your scalp as he forces your head down until his girthy cock entirely inside of your pretty mouth. You look up at him—your jaw beginning to strain a little bit, and you blink up at him with widened teary eyes. 

For Takemura, there’s just something about seeing your cute face nuzzled all the way down on him, something about such a dangerous mercenary being such a fuckin’ compliant little toy for him. He loves it—whether he’d ever actually admit it aloud or not. 

“Good, V..”  he mumbles quietly, his nostrils flaring. 

You can’t help the quiet moan that escapes from your lips in response. You take him in again— feeling Takemura begin to shove you down, before he hits the back of your throat again. You pull back with a gag this time, your breathing heavy and spit dripping down your chin. 

Goro’s grip on your scalp tightens— before he pulls you down again on his cock, refusing to give you even a second. He guides his cockhead into your mouth, before bottoming out in the back of your throat. 

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

You whimper against his aching cock as he begins to thrust into your mouth, fucking himself slowly in and out. “Mprrrrrmmmphhhh…” you groan against him, and at this point, a few tears have started to fall from your fluttering lashes, because fuck, Takemura was relentless. His hips thrust with a slow pace, but fuck, are they harsh. His metal fingertips dig into your scalp— and his deep grunts and occasional whispered curse only encourage your own arousal. 

As he continues to use you, you notice his hips are beginning to falter— his thrusts become more erratic, more unfocused, and through your blurry teary eyes, you look up at him— noticing his head is tipped back as he softly groans to the ceiling. 

But fuck, you can’t take it anymore. The slickness dripping from your thighs tells no lie— you need to fuck this man like you need to breathe fucking air. His throbbing cock in your mouth just isn’t enough— you need him. 

“Gorrrooooo…” You whine, noises muffled by him pulling you down to his groin. Fuck, he can’t resist your little begs and moans. He chastises himself internally for giving in, and he pulls you off by your hair— allowing his cock to pop out of your mouth. 

“What?” He glares down— teeth bared, eyebrows furrowed. It makes you shudder. 

“Wanna ride you..” You moan, pressing his wet cock to your cheek— looking up into his icy eyes as you press a kiss to the tip. “..Please?”

He towers over you for a brief moment, eyeing your quivering form below. You just look so fucking cute, salivia dripping from your lips and chin, face red, hair messy, on your knees— fuck. It takes him all he has to muster a response.  

“Not yet.”

You whine— and you’re regretting being so obedient for a moment, before he reaches down. pulling you harshly by your wrists, before ripping off his loose tie. He wraps the fabric around your wrists— tightly securing them, before hoisting you to your feet. 

“Now you may.”

You can’t believe your fucking ears. You immediately clamber into Takemura’s lap— wrapping your restrained arms around his broad shoulders. He’s so warm— the scent of his cologne is subtle, but god it fucking drives you insane. Your eyes trace from the black and grey hairs among his lower stomach, to his chiseled chest, to his cybernetic jaw, his scarred lips open slightly ajar in a pant. You lean in— your saliva covered lips grazing his. He leans back, his hands immediately trailing slowly down your body to lift up your hips. 

“Now, V.” He commands, and you obey. You position yourself above his stiff member, before allowing your hips to sink down. He angles his hips— and presses just the tip of his pretty cock in, before bottoming out in one swift movement. 

You’re immediately taken out— reduced to a whiny, moaning mess when he’s fully inside of you, and he moans back. Takemura remains still as you situate yourself, attempting to bring yourself back together after his initial entrance. He oh-so graciously allows you to rest your head in the crook of his neck, even though the tough metal poked into your skin. 

When he’s had enough of your panting, tired of your cunt clenching so deliciously around him, his metal fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips as he begins to rock your hips back and forth on his length, guiding your ass. 

“Fuck, Goro…” 

You moan, head pressed to the metal plating of his neck. You whine at the sharp smack he gives your ass, the stinging sensation vibrating through your body as he urges you to speed up. 

You swear you’re not usually this compliant. 

You’re fucking V. A fucking dangerous merc— the toughest of them all. And now here you are— moaning and drooling over Goro Takemura. It’s fucking laughable, but you can’t find it in yourseld to possibly disrespect or disobey him. He makes your heart flutter— makes your thighs clench together whenever he shoots you a glare. The least he deserves, and the least you deserve, is to let him have his way.  

Your hips crash into his, and for just a moment, time seems to slow around you. It’s a surreal moment— reddened neon lights frame your bodies, Takemura’s hair is splayed across his shoulders and back, sweat dripping down his face as he groans so so deeply, his fingertips digging into your hips as you desperately grind on him… it’s fucking insane. The room is basked in a sultry deep red, and it’s all but silent except for the lewd sloppy sounds of your wetness, and the pitchy, embarrassingly high moans you let out. 

You’re just bouncing on his length— he’s stuffing you full, and you just moan and whimper softly. You feel almost dizzy— your mind is fuzzy as he fucks himself into your tight hole with no remorse, and the stretch he made just felt so fucking good, you swear your brain’s on fucking fire. 

“You can take it, V.” He rasps, his hips ramming into yours. You’re beginning to lose the little strength you have left in your hips— he’s just too fucking good. Each hit comes to you like a shockwave— your mind beginning to simply malfunction from the pleasure alone. 

“I—ah—need..m-more..”

You whine, your tied hands still wrapped around his neck. He complies with a wolfish grin— using his right hand to reach up and cup your jaw. 

“More?” He repeats, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he forces you to meet his gaze. You nod as his icy eyes glare maliciously into yours. He’s fucking intimidating— he’s going buck-fucking-wild, his hips hammering up into yours as his fingernails leave scratches and red cresent-shaped marks, leaning foward to kiss your neck and collarbone to leave a masterpiece of blue and purple splotches. Who knew Goro Takemura could be so fucking dirty?

You can’t take it any more. You nod. The sounds of your sweet whines and moans for more echo off of the apartment walls, and Takemura lets out a little “s—shit” as he hits deeper, and the tight band building within your tummy is ready to snap at any moment. You’re truly just dumbfounded by him— dumbfounded by the sheer amount of pleasure and satisfaction he’s able to provide. 

Takemura can feel every fucking squeeze, every little defeated moan that reverberates throughout your body as he presses his lips to yours. It drives him insane— he’s needed reprise for so long. He’s needed this, needed you, just somebody— for so fucking long. 

And for in this moment, he wants for that to last. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull when Takemura angles his hips particularly deep, and you nearly allow yourself to just fall limp in his arms as he fucks you through your stupor. The way you pant against his skin, drool starting to fall from your lips, it drives him insane. 

He uses his strength to hold you down on his cock as he buries himself deep inside, an occasional whimper escaping his scarred lips. And every time he does, it’s like music to your ears— causing you to clench even tighter around his girthy length. You feel completely full as his spit-glazed cock tenderly rubs against your walls, hitting and jostling against the best and deepest of spots. 

The thick head of his tip rubs so deliciously against your insides, you can’t help but to drool and whine. You try to place little kisses along his metal plating, up to his cheek— purely unable to help yourself. 

“Goro, m’ close..”

You’re barely able to utter the words, and he stares up at you with his icy eyes as your hips continue to crash and roll into his. A little semblance of a smile escapes him, and his fingers entangle themselves in your hair once more as his other hand guides your waist.

“I know.”

Your mouth falls ajar at his words, soft “ah-ah-ahs” escaping your saliva-covered lips as you gush onto his lap. His hips continue hammering into yours, his cock beginning to throb inside of your pulsating wals. The sound of your sopping cunt echoes of the apartment walls, along with your weakened high-pitched moans and his deep grunts. He almost loses his cool when your tight cunt seals around his cock when you cum, but he refuses to slow the battering of his hips against yours. 

“I’m not done yet.”

Jesus fucking christ, did this old man have some fucking stamina. More than you, apparently. 

It’s easy for him to lower you to the bed, his nimble form sliding over yours, towering over you once again. His hands reach for your ankles, pulling your legs over his shoulders as your slick and remnants of your own cum continue to drip onto the sheets below. 

Takemura’s cock twitched, and with a deep groan he came inside. He had shoved his cock inside of you so deep, letting it press against your cervix before his cum spurted out, thick, warm, and milky. 

You look down at your swollen puffy lips enduring his abuse before he ultimately slows and finally hunches over you— a loud moan escaping his lips as his cock pulsates and throbs inside of your walls, finally letting you have it all, filling your cunt with hot and creamy cum. 

“Thank you..” You sob, remnants of your makeup sliding down your tears in blackened streaks as he continues to dump his load inside. 

He finally collapses then—his body weight was pressed against yours, making sure to keep your pretty ass filled. Ever so delicately, Goro, he rolled his hips against yours as he came down from his high, his breathing was heavy and so was yours.  

Your brain practically short-circuited, all you could possibly think about was him. Goro, Goro, Goro. Everything about him drove you fucking insane. 

Takemura finally pulled out, his eyes tethered to your stomach bulge, gaze lowering to your oozing cunt, just observing his seed dripping down from your tiny abused hole, dripping down to the curve of her beautiful ass. Fuck, he swore you looked so fucking cute; all naked, tears down her face as you whimpered and whined still. Goro pulled back from your trembling body, his gaze still on your sopping cunt, with two fingers he pushed his cum back inside before shoving himself back inside his pants, buckling his belt. 

As you flop over, he swiftly removes his tie from your wrists, before slipping it back around his neck. You’re too fucked-dumb to think— you just lay on your side panting, completely taken aback at the situation. 

“L-Leaving so.. hah… soon?” You hiccup. 

The shadow of a man says nothing. He straightens out his collar and tie, before bringing his hair back in one swift movement. You lay there, just staring back at the handsome man in front of you. 

He leans down, his cold, icy eyes just inches away from your own. 

“This is just business, V.” 

He turns away, adjusting himself as he immediately exits your apartment. 

It was immediately what you expected. 

He wasn’t obligated to stay. You knew he would immediately leave afterwards. 

But you’ll be damned, it still hurt. 

You expected it, and yet your heart still ached when he shut the pneumatic door with a swipe of his thumb— leaving your body alone in the dimly lit red room. 

But that’s just business, baby.

[kulemiwrites]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 & 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

Genre: Comfort, SMUT

Rating: 18+

Word count: 3.5k

Character(s): Goro Majima, Taiga Saejima, fem!Reader

Warning: To clarify, there is no Majima/Saejima in this fic. I'd hate for someone to feel misled.

The power goes out while you're working on a report. So, your boys partner up to help you unwind.

It was a rather unassuming evening, just like any other. Goro and Taiga stretched out on opposite ends of the sectional as they watched the robotic news reporter explain the forecast for the evening. High winds, scattered thunderstorms, and flash floods. Nothing unexpected. After all, it was nearing typhoon season. It could have been a hell of a lot worse. 

The woman pointed at a location on the doppler radar as she zoomed in to isolate their city. “Here in particular will see heavy rain storms and wind speeds of up to–” 

The mounted flat screen cut to black, the lamps went out and the living room was bathed in darkness. They could hear the trees rustling outside and feel thunderclaps that shook the entire house. It was nothing but black outside of the window– not even a street light peeking in.

“Aw, what the fuck?” Goro groaned, lifting himself upright. 

The other man sighed, “Think the winds’re high enough to knock out the power? Or ya think it was the lightnin’?”

“Hell if I know!”

A loud, anguished scream came from above then was drowned out by another thunderclap causing both men to shoot off the couch and stumble to their feet.

“Shit!” Goro hissed, making his way over toward the stairs as best as he could in the dark room. 

Taiga was right there behind him until he heard the clatter of something being knocked onto the floor.

“Be careful, kyodai. Y’ain’t gettin’ no younger, ya know.” he said, digging through his pocket for his cell phone. “At this age, ya just might fall and break a hip or somethin’.”

“Shut the hell up, alright?” he said, helping himself off the floor. He turned to find Saejima’s face partially illuminated by the cellphone screen. “You forget I’m operatin’ with one eye here.”

He fished his own cell out of his leather pants but instead, turned on the flashlight grateful that he’d had you to teach him how not long ago. Using that light, he navigated his way through the room until he could reach the stairs.

“I’m gonna go check on the lady.” he said.

“I’m comin’ with.”

Goro turned to the man trailing behind him on the stairs and frowned, “Ya know, she don’t need both of us.”

“When has that ever been true?”

He snickered as the previous night flashed through his mind. You had a greed in you that at some point in the evening, he wondered if two of them was even enough before immediately dismissing the thought when he felt himself becoming jealous. 

It certainly wasn’t true last night.

“Touché.”

They turned the corner once they reached the landing, then headed down the hall until they approached the door to your office. Right as Goro lifted his fist to knock, the door swung open, revealing your face illuminated by your phone and theirs. They could see clear as day how red your eyes were. 

“Hey…” Goro said, stroking your cheek only to find that it was wet. “Ya alright?”

“I’m fine. Just really fucking pissed right now.” you spat, turning around to head back into the room.

Goro leaned on the wall as he kept his light on your back. “So… You’re not fine.”

Taiga brushed past him to guide you to the sofa near the wall then caressed your warm, wet face. “You’ve been cryin’. Lemme guess, you were still workin’ on that report?”

“Yes,” you nearly yelled, smacking your knees. “And I fucking lost everything! All of that progress!”

“Shit.” Goro said, joining you two on the sofa.

You let out a deep sigh as Taiga’s heavy hand landed on your shoulder, massaging it. You were tense- so tense. He couldn’t imagine how stressed you’d become over this. A lightbulb went off in his head. 

Ironic. 

“Goro,” he called. “You ‘member that emergency bag?”

The other man’s hand stroked at your leg, “Yeah.”

“Where is it?”

“Downstairs in the hallway closet.”

He didn’t say anything after that. You simply watched his contribution to the room’s light drift away. 

Goro took this time alone to pull you into him, stroking at your hair and squeezing you against him. He’d practically opened up the flood gates. You buried your face into his chest and let out a loud wail. Sobs and frustrated groans stained his shirt with tears and a bit of drool.

“That’s alright. Let it out.”

He hated this.

He knew that it wasn’t his fault, that there wasn’t really much he could have done to prevent this from happening but still… He never felt like a winner when the love of his life was in tears. He kissed and kissed at the crown of your head, then pulled you back from his chest to see your tear stained face before pressing his lips to your forehead. He had an idea but he wasn’t sure if it would bear any fruit. 

If it meant stopping the waterworks, he’d at least give it a shot.

“Gimme a sec, ____. I’m gonna run downstairs and see if I can get the power back up for ya.” 

“What are you going to do?”

“Check the generator and the fuse box.” 

“Yeah, alright.” you said, the sparse light shined on your pouting face and made his heart ache all the more.

The electricity would pay for making his girl cry… Somehow.

He gave your knee a light squeeze before leaving you in the room alone. “Be right back,” was the last thing he said.

You sat there on the sofa, staring in the direction of your PC as your thoughts ran rampant. Taunting you. Why didn’t you see this coming? You’d heard the thunder. You’d seen the lighting. Why didn’t you just make a save? Now, it was too late. You wanted to scream, cry some more or even break something but what was done was done… All you could do now was wallow in your misery and sulk.

Yeah, sulking was good. 

You threw yourself out on the sofa and stared up at the ring of light on the ceiling. It was taking a while for either of them to return. You wondered what they could possibly be doing for so long in that dark ass house but then gave up wondering. You were growing bored and your boredom gave way to anxious thoughts. 

You wanted no more of it. 

Grabbing your phone, you unlocked it and swiped and tapped your way to your usual messaging app until you landed in the group chat with some friends. You took a deep breath then groaned as you tapped out a rant about what had just transpired. You hoped that venting about it some more would help put you at ease. You felt yourself growing angrier with every word, then after the anger dissipated, it settled into something sad. 

You’d have to start almost entirely over… Right after you’d started to get the hang of things. What a pity.

Just as you hit send, Taiga startled you by knocking at the door. You hadn’t even heard anyone walking up the stairs– you usually did, him especially. He wasn’t the lightest on his feet.

“_____, can ya come with me a sec?” he asked.

You sighed, wiping the slow drying tears from your face then lazily peeled yourself from the couch to follow the much larger man down the stairs, his thick fingers woven with yours. He carefully guided you through the dark with the help of your phones until you reached the spare bedroom. 

“What are we doing here?”

He rubbed at what skin was available on your arms with both hands. “Go on in.”

At his insistence, you reached for the doorknob and slowly turned to open the door. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes. Dozens of votive candles were scattered around the room, vessel candles here and there too. 

Warm candlelight. So beautiful. So many, too– it might have even been a fire hazard but at least it was pretty!

You were slowly drawn into the room, “Wow.”

From where you stood, you could even spot candles all the way through to the grand bathroom. 

“This is so nice, Taiga.” you said, turning to face the large man smiling softly at you.

“Dontcha go givin’ him all the credit!” Goro called from the bathroom. 

It was Taiga’s idea but sure, he must have helped light them or something. 

“Come on in, ____! The water’s fiiiine.”

“The water?” you said, following your other lover's voice. You found him sitting on the rim of the bubble-filled bathtub and shook your head. “No way.”

“Yes, way.” he said, walking behind you. “Let’s go ahead and getcha outta these, hm?”

He glided his hand over your hair then skated his fingertips down the nape of your neck until he reached your shoulders. Then, he ran his hands down your arms and back up to cross over to the center of your chest where he’d begun unbuttoning your lounge shirt. 

Slow. Deliberate. 

His movements were all intentional as he plucked each button away. One by one. He kept that pace as he stripped you out of each article of clothing until there wasn’t a thing left. 

When he was done, he spun you around to face him. You could see the hungry twinkle in his eye as he visually devoured you. He licked his lips and silently started to work toward doing the same to himself. 

That same turtle pace.

Not once did he break eye contact. He didn’t say a word and yet he was saying it all. Unconsciously your leg squeezed itself over the other and he smirked. 

He fucking smirked. 

He knew precisely what this little strip tease of his was capable of. 

When there was nothing left between you, nothing but his semi-hard cock, he closed the gap. You could feel it poking against you as he slipped his tongue down your throat.

“Goro,” Taiga interrupted. “You were just supposed to bathe with her. The hell are ya doin’?”

He fought the urge to allow himself some friction by grinding against you as he held you closer. He’d been cupping your ass in his hands by the time he pulled away from your lips.

“Mm, sorry, kyodai. Can’t help myself.” he muttered against your neck.

“Well, help it. Otherwise you’re not gonna be able to help with the next part.”

His shoulders slumped as he buried his face against your skin. “Fine.” he groaned.

“The next part?”

“Mhmm.” he hummed, taking your hand and leading you back to the bath. “We’ve got another surprise for ya after yer bath.”

You weren't sure how much more you needed. A relaxing candle lit bath with one of your boys was more than plenty. He helped you into the tub, then when you seemed to be comfortable enough, he stepped in behind you. You’d gotten lucky with this house, finding a tub that could not only accommodate their height but even comfortably seat two at a time.

“S’it feel good?” he asked, wet hands making scoops beneath your breasts to fondle. “The water nice enough for ya?”

You nodded, sinking down further into the water and reclining back into his chest. If it was ever possible to be swaddled in love, it couldn’t have felt too different from this– body submerged in warm water and an even warmer body pressed up against you from behind. You could have completely forgotten about the power outage…. 

Almost.

Taiga kneeled at the side of the tub, handing you a glass of wine. You rotated the glass beneath your nose. That aroma was unmistakable. He’d broken out your favorite bottle. 

Absolutely, this was love.

“Thank you, Taiga.”

He’d leaned over the rim of the tub to capture your lips before you could kiss the rim of the glass. He always kissed you as if he was savoring it, much like you would soon be savoring this wine.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” he whispered, then pecked at your cheek before standing back up with a grunt.

“Ah, kyodai, did ya find the stuff?” 

You could feel Goro’s voice vibrating through his chest against your back.

“Hm? What stuff?”

Not answering your question, the other man nodded. “I did. So, call it in about 30 minutes and then dry her off and bring’r to bed so we can get started.”

“30 minutes?” Goro whined. “That’s hardly enough time to finish her wine. Give her an hour.”

“Fine, but I don’t wanna hear no funny business. If I do, it’s just me an’ her.”

Goro waved his dripping hand at the man dismissively, flicking water at him and in your face. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Now, get out. Yer wastin’ her time.”

Taiga said nothing else, not for Goro’s sake but for yours. You watched him leave the room, pulling the door up behind him. When it was just the two of you, you tried to sink even further into his chest but this was as close as you could possibly be. 

“Sorry I couldn’t get the power back on for ya.” he muttered against your cheek as he absentmindedly fondled your chest.

“Don’t be. It’s not like it’s your fault the power went out.”

“I know. I just can’t stand seein’ ya upset and stressed out like that.”

“I couldn’t help it. I lost so much progress, Goro.” you sighed, then took a big gulp of wine. 

So much for savoring.

“Well, now’s the time to let it out. I’m listenin’.”

“I don’t really have much else to say about it. I think it’s best for me to calm down and relax now.”

“Mm.”

They soaked in silence for a while. You watched the candlelight flicker along the walls and in the water as you sipped at your wine. Each minute that passed by, you felt the tenseness in your body melt away. You weren't sure if it was the warm water, the calming lighting, just being there in his arms or perhaps even the way he played with your breasts– bouncing your tits, teasing the nipples with his fingertips and pinching them after they’d hardened under his featherlight touch. The semi from before was now a full blown erection pressed against your back, twitching and begging for the neglect to end.

“Yer likin’ this shit, arentcha?” he snickered, dipping his head to nibble at your neck. “Feelin’ real good, huh?”

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth to suppress the moan threatening to spill out. Good was much too weak of a word to describe how this felt.

“Yes.” 

“How good?” he asked, rolling your nipples between his fingers as he sucked at your neck. You couldn’t answer him– not with your words anyway but the way you had begun to gyrate into the tub told him so much more than you ever could. “Ahhh, baby~. Ya need a hand?”

You bit back a groan.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered against your damp skin and the hair on the back of your neck had begun to rise.

“But Taiga said–”

“_____, do I sound like I give a shit about what Taiga said?” he said then licked a stripe along the goosebumps rising on your neck. “Be a good girl and spread ‘em.”

There was a fluttering inside you– Down low. You loved when he was assertive like this. You tended to take turns passing the baton. Now it was your turn to be the obedient one. You tried to spread your legs but the tub only gave you so much room to meet his liking. The bath was generous in length but not so much in width. 

Clicking his tongue it was apparent that he wasn’t satisfied. He needed you spreaded out much more than this. He reached down to grab one leg and hiked it over the rim of the tub and lifted the other until your foot touched the cool wall.

That was more like it.

His large hand dipped beneath the bed of diminishing bubbles and snaked its way down your body until he was cupping your mound. 

“Oh,” you gasped at his touch. “Goro, we–”

“Want me to stop?” his voice deep against your ear and you could have shuddered.

You knew that you should have petitioned for Taiga but both of you knew from the way you’d begun to grind into his hand that you would have only been lying to yourself. 

You needed this.

And Goro was nothing if not a problem solver.

You shook your head and he smirked to himself at how well he knew you. He’d known you like the back of his hand. He pressed his middle finger between your slot and found you’d been dirtying up the water with your mess. 

So slippery, despite the bath, just like he suspected you would be. 

He knew you.

He slid his fingers along your slit then slowly reacquainted himself with your swollen bud. You flinched beneath his touch. Your lips fell open as you rested your head back on his shoulder. He could practically see the moan tumbling out of your mouth before the sound even graced the world. Goro brought his hand up to cover your mouth in an attempt to silence you. Water droplets rolled down under your jaw and along your neck until they hit with the bathwater again. 

“Ya gotta keep quiet, _____. If he hears, he’s gonna get real pissy.”

You winded your hips in the same pattern as his hand, panting and sighing as you accepted all the pleasure his deft fingers had to offer. You tried your best to keep your voice down. You tried your best not to thrash about. You tried your best to keep your legs propped wide open but Goro’s efforts were wearing you down and you were only moments away from combusting. 

“Oh?” he whispered, hastening his pace. “Ya like this sneakin’ around shit, do ya? That why you’re about to cum so soon? Hold it, baby. We’ve got plenty of time.”

That was just the thing though. You couldn’t hold it– You were just feet away from reaching the mountain’s peak and there was no turning back. Your toes curled as you attempted to fight against the trembling in your thighs that urged you to slam them shut. Any sudden movements and you’d make a splash for sure. You couldn’t have Taiga coming to investigate– you were too close to stop now. 

You ground your head into his shoulder, eyes stapled shut as he pressed his palm to your mouth tighter. He was rubbing faster. He knew you couldn’t hold back. Your hands splashed through the water until you found purchase in his thigh muscles, crescent moons sinking into white skin. 

He pushed you over the edge and all you could do now was ride it out, panting hard into his hand– trying and failing not to let out so much as a squeak. 

“Thaaat’s it, _____. Let it out.” he whispered, kissing your ear. “Thaaat’s my girl. Keep cummin’ for me.”

The current rippling through you shot from head to toe, leaving behind a dizziness in its wake. With a shudder, you melted into him, fighting to catch your breath. At last, he removed his hand from your mouth, subtly noting the bite mark left behind. He hadn’t even noticed you biting him.  He was so engrossed in what he’d been doing. Goro kissed at the wet nape of your neck, tasting a mixture of bathwater and sweat then dropped his bitten hand beneath the water to stroke the skin of your belly.

“Taiga’s going to get so pissed at us…” you said in an airy tone.

“Only if he finds out.” 

“Oh, I think he found out.” a gruff voice said near the door.

The two flinched, gazes following the voice to find the other man leaning against the doorframe with folded arms. 

“What the hell, kyodai? How long ya been standin’ there?”

“Long enough.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked.

Something mischievous played on his features beneath the flickering light. “I’ve got my reasons. Besides, ya looked like ya needed it so bad, I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt.”

“I told you we should’ve waited, Goro.”

“You ain’t say shit!”

“I tried.”

“Not very hard mi–”

“Enough,” Taiga said, unfolding a large bath towel as he approached the bath. “C’mon, let’s get you dry.”

“It ain’t been an hour yet.”

“Maybe it ain’t but you can’t follow instructions. So, I’m gonna go on and take this one off yer hands.”

He allowed you a moment to clean yourself up then he helped you out of the tub, dried you with the towel then wrapped it around your body before lifting you into his arms bridal style.

“Yer takin’ her for the massage already?”

“Ya know,” he began. “I’m a little fired up now. Maybe I’ll take a page from your book and lose sight o’ my task.” 

“That ain’t fair!” Goro nearly shouted, propping himself up over the edge of the tub. “How’s that fair?”

Taiga looked from you to him, a barely there smirk playing upon his lips and Goro couldn’t see it but you certainly could from your seat, there was something devilish there. 

Wicked.

“Do I look like I give a shit ‘bout bein’ fair?”

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[generatia]

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You wake up a little too early for work and you tell Majima just how much he means to you, followed by him showing how much you mean to him... [Read More]

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The morning sun crept timidly through the open curtains of your balcony door, the gentle rays of sunlight shining through onto the covers of your bed in which you were tangled in. Your eyes opened just enough to vividly see the time on the alarm clock next to your bed, it was six in the morning, much too early to get out of bed but too late to get any proper sleep now that the sun was making itself known through the rays across your room. Your head sunk back into the pillow, how now would you pass the time until you had to get up and go to work. There were still a couple of hours and you didn’t want to leave the bed in case you disturbed Majima and his peaceful slumber. He deserved the rest after all of the hours he’s been recently putting into his construction company, it seemed as though you’ve rarely had the chance to see him anymore since he got his Kamarucho Hills project. Speaking of Majima… You rolled around in your bed awkwardly trying to make as little movement as possible and faced him there in all his sleeping glory. 

Majima wasn’t exactly a picturesque sleeper, he was sprawled out across your bed with his limbs in all sorts of directions and a tiny bit of drool seeping out his mouth in the corner of his lip. He wasn’t perfect, but he was yours and you loved him for it. You adjusted your position according to his sprawled out limbs and rested your head on his bicep near the shoulder, he was so muscular yet so lean, no wonder people underestimated how strong he was. You began to gently trace the snake on his pec, making sure every line was accounted for. The art on his body was so mesmerising, it told the story of his entire being and yet there was still so much that you didn’t know about him. He was a puzzle you were constantly trying to solve in your head and yet you were drawn to his mystery hoping to someday be let into his heart fully and uncover who Goro Majima truly was, not just someone’s mad dog who needed to be leashed. 

You watched his chest rise and fall peacefully, he was a sight to behold. You felt as though the Gods had shaped him with their careful hands and placed this man ever so gently in the palm of your hands to love and cherish. There were so many moments with him where for a second you had to pinch yourself to see if it were all real, this was one of those moments. You could feel the warmth emanating from his skin, the skin that was covered in small occasional scars, those imperfections to you made him evermore alluring. 

Despite how soft and gentle your touch was, Majima stirred, mumbling something incoherent beneath his breath before he opened his one good eye and adjusted his head towards you. He rarely slept in his eyepatch around you, a sign that his defences were falling and you were one step closer to unravelling his mystery.

“What time is it…” He asked in a low raspy tone, his morning voice was divine to your ears. A low tone unlike the Majima you normally hear with his cackles and high shrieks of excitement. He brought you closer to him with his arm and kissed you on the forehead, his goatee prickling your skin so suddenly sent a shiver through your body.

“It’s still early, don't worry, you can sleep a little longer.” You exclaimed tenderly, you felt a tinge of guilt for disturbing his much needed rest. “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“Tch, don’t be ridiculous.” He scoffed, pulling you even closer to him, almost smothering you to show you how ridiculous you were being. You giggled as he finally eased his tight hold on you. “Whatcha doin’ anyway?” He rubbed some of the sleep from his eye with his other hand.

“I was just thinking,” You smiled as you leaned your head on his chest, placing your chin directly where you had just been tracing the head of his tattoo snake. His hand rested on the top of your head gently caressing you. 

“Thinkin’s dangerous business darlin’.” He yawned in the middle of his sentence, his body betrayed just how tired he truly was. He stretched out his long and lean body making some very interesting sounds as you heard parts of his body crack. 

“What, scared I might think my way away from you?” You traced your fingers around his chest in circles playfully teasing him. 

“Do I really treat ya that badly?” He jested. “Quite the opposite actually, I was thinking about just how lucky I am to have you.” You rested on your hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. When your words rang through his head you could’ve sworn his heart sped up, the badumps getting slightly faster as he felt the touch of your warm skin. His other hand now making its way on top of yours pressing it against his chest, he felt so soft you were willing to stay in that moment for all of eternity no matter the cost. His arms were your home. 

“Is that so?” His voice was a tad bit inquisitive as he cocked his eyebrow up playfully, he secretly loved it when you stroked his ego with compliments and praises.

“I find it fascinating how you’re so different from me,” You compared the size of your hand against his, although they weren’t that different his hands felt colossal to you when he held you. Those were the same hands that had rescued you from countless unwanted situations, defended you from street thugs and at night held you close to him. Hands that explored each and every inch of your body to make you feel good, leaving no area untouched, you were sure that by now he knew every part of you. “The difference is night and day…” You smiled softly. 

“Go on,” he was asking for more, you could sense a prideful grin spreading across his face.

“I love your nose and the shape of your lips,” you traced your finger down the bridge of his nose and pressed it against his lips which were stretched from ear to ear proudly displaying his content in the moment. His eye had a little sparkle in it from the sun that was reflecting in a nearby mirror, he was so angelic, so mesmerising to look at. How could a man like this really be yours you pondered. “More importantly, I love your mind and the way that you are.” You playfully pressed your finger against his forehead, giggling as you fell back into his arms once again.

“I’m just a man sweetheart, nothin’ too special.” It was all a facade, in reality Majima was savouring each compliment you gave him letting it go directly to his head. 

With a devilish smirk and an equally boisterous idea, you sat up on the bed and sat on his crotch, a fine layer of linen separating the two of you from touching directly. You leaned in closer to his head, your back arching and pressing your stomach against his, you whispered into his ear in a low sexual voice.

“You’re not just any man, Goro Majima. You’re my man.” You felt him harden underneath you almost immediately, the blood running directly from his head straight to his cock was probably the reason why he didn’t respond. His hands magically found themselves on the side of your hips, fingers holding on for dear life as though you were about to disappear if he let go too soon. You grinded against his erection enjoying your newfound position a little too much, having a wet patch from on the covers. Your hands slid down his chest and caressed against his toned body basking in the warmth of his skin against yours.

“Yer a siren, a succubus even.” His hands caressed your thighs. 

“Don’t act as if you don’t like the view.” You pressed your arms together which in turn pressed your cleavage close together. Your face beamed with devilish pride as you saw just how turned on he was by your words, you could feel him twitch underneath you as he watched you with his brown eye basking in the glory of the morning sun. 

“Yer divine,” he said in a low voice. Before you even had the chance to respond he pulled you close to him and flipped you over on the bed laying you beneath him, “But I like ye better like this.” The tip of his hard erection now pressing itself against your folds, he couldn’t hold off for long when you got him going, if he didn’t get inside you soon he thought that he might die. You hand caressed his cheek before you pressed your lips against his hungrily, yearning more for his affection. The kiss was messy and full of passion. Once the two of you had parted, both of your lips were coated in a thin layer of spittle and your mouth was stained with the taste of last night's cigarettes from Majima’s , he was so intoxicating. 

“What will you do now that you have me?” You smirked, knowing what the answer was but longing to hear it. 

“Now,” His eyes darted towards the alarm clock on your side table to check the time, it was still relatively early or in his head it was enough time to dick you out mercilessly. “I’m gonna fuck the ever loving shit out of ya.” Ringing true on his promise he thrust himself inside of you mercilessly and with ease eliciting a loud sudden moan from your lips as he hit your deepest spot. You felt your back arch in a sudden motion almost as if your body was acting on its own, wanting more. “Music to my ears,” he grinned as he lifted your legs up on his shoulders to make sure he was hitting nice and deep inside of you. You tried to resist the movement but he pressed himself close to you and pinned your wrists to the bed with his iron grip, as much as you wriggled around to escape his grip he was unrelenting. 

He kept thrusting inside of you, each time hitting a new deep, sweat stained skin pressing against yours. Your mind was going completely blank from the pleasure, you occasionally managed to muster out a few words but you were reduced to simply moaning and gasping each time you felt yourself tighten harder against his cock. “Goro…” you managed to slur out through bursts of immense pleasure. He fucked with an intensity no man ever gave you, he was like a wild starving animal who had finally caught his prey. 

“I’m gonna make ya scream my name.” He bit the bottom of your lip drawing a little bit of blood which he licked off of his teeth. 

“Fuck me harder,” you screamed to the heavens, you felt as though your body was tipping over with pleasure any more and you would surely lose your mind. Not a single coherent thought was bouncing in your head, you only wanted him in that moment. 

Majima released the grip on one of your hands and placed his hand firmly around your throat, the lack of oxygen contributing further to your spiral into complete insanity from the dicking you were getting. He pressed just hard enough to leave marks but not to hurt you, he wanted to let everyone know that you were his and no one else’s. You were his woman and his fucktoy at the current moment in time. You hungrily pressed your mouth against his, his tongue had forced itself into your mouth intertwining with yours and making sure each area was accounted for while he kept thrusting in you with immense speed for someone who just woke up. 

You couldn’t even count the amount of time you had cum, after the third or fourth time your brain has turned into complete mush. Your free hand found itself resting on Goro’s back and instinctively scratching deep marks on the hannya mask on his skin, this was your way of marking your territory through deep nail scratches that made him groan in pleasure. His legs were beginning to shake, a sign that he was close to finishing yet was still holding off just to torture you with the pleasure for longer. You grabbed the wrist of the hand that adorned your neck and gave him a lustful look, “Cum in me…” You pleaded, a pathetic yet somewhat seductive command. He eagerly licked his lips as he pressed them against yours one final time, moaning loudly as he filled your insides to the point of bursting. Cum seeping out of you while he was still in you. 

When it was done and you unhooked your legs off of his shoulders he had practically collapsed on top of you with his head on your shoulder. The room was now full of the smell of sex and conjoined panting as the two of you were desperately gasping for air, your hand now resting on the back where the hannya had been scratched giving it a gentle rub as if to appease it. The light seemed to beam even brighter now, the sun was demanding you to get up and get ready for work but you were prepared to die here underneath him as long as you could hold him and be close to him, it was in moments like this that you remembered just how lucky you had been the day that you met him that day when he walked into your clinic. 

“Maybe it was divine intervention…” You muttered under your breath staring at the ceiling.

“Huh?” Majima turned his head slightly to hear you better. “Did ya say somethin’?” 

“It’s nothing, don’t worry.” You kissed the side of his cheek smiling. “I do reckon it is time we get up though, I don’t want to ruin my new sheets.” 

“I think it’s a bit late for that.” He exclaimed, finally pulling out of you and collapsing on his side triumphantly, very proud for a man who will have to pay for your new linen. You stood up off of the bed and stretched your aching body, your legs were almost numb from what you had just gone through barely keeping you up straight. Guess it’ll be a tough day of work ahead of you…

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[bellasimos]

Tea & Confess (18+)

ɢᴏʀᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴍᴜʀᴀ x ᴠ(ᴏᴄ)

You can read it on Ao3 ( x )  Words Counting: 9,291 Warning: Smut, Eventual Smut, My First Smut, oral (giving), Face-Fucking, Vaginal Fingering, Overstimulation, Missionary Position, Confessions, Unprotected Sex, slightly brainwash mentioned, idk what else to add  Summary: After hacking into Arasaka's float in order to reach Hanako, Vaike had alternative ideas to tell her personal problem with Takemura, which only lead to worrisome of regaining some of her memories, one particular that he is holding out hope for her to not forget about him.  Note: A disclamation, English is not my first language but I tried my best to edit and change grammar that makes sense. A little feedback/critique is alright, negative feedback/criticism is not the way to help writers to improve better. Enjoy :) Original was posted on my main but is now move fully here

"V, take the roof!" Exclaimed Takemura via the comm.

On a night mission to hijack the float to one step closer to meeting Hanako. To expose the real truth of who murdered Saboro rather blame a merc thief. Vaike, the real name, is helping out to get the truth out to save her sister and figure out how to save her life from the biochip that is taking possession of Yua's body. The only thing that Vaike has remains her family. As she glanced up at the roof opening in the Arasaka building. Vaike wasted no time in getting there, silent and quick. All thanks to Takemura for teaching her, she jumps twice so that she can sense the air. One more step and she is out, as her hand touches the reel of the roof; using her strength to pull herself out of the inside building. Vaike was met by a cool death at night but the sound of Arasaka's alarm remains. As she sighs, blink her eyes to resume the call with Takemura and Yua.

"It's done."

"Abouuuut time! I was worried that you would get caught!" Said Yua, who was hiding on the opposite side of the building.

Her cheerful voice still seemed the same, Vaike thought of that.

"Excellent job, V. With this, we can approach Hanako without any problem. I will discuss the next part of the plan tomorrow." Takemura explained.

"Alright, you can leave, for now, Yua." Vaike said, rolling her eyes as she already knew where Yua was going after this.

"No question where I'm going or?"

"No, just go. I'll pick you up first thing tomorrow morning, to discuss the plan."

"Huh, weird gesture but alright. I'll see you tomorrow then."

Vakie sighed as the call ended with Yua, things between them have been on and off ever since she got influenced by Night City, the heist mission costing TBug and Jakie’s life over a soulchip that currently is reprogramming inside of her. A loud, clear throat brought her sense back, realizing Takemura is on the other call on the line,

“I’m sorry, I dozed off. What’s the next step?”

“We wait for tomorrow, you’ve done an excellent job today. Do you need an escort back to your apartment?”

It was a long way to go back, a car ride with Takemura ain't a bad idea. Unlikely the last time it happened with Arasaka's troupe chasing them after retrieving Yua.

"Yes, I don't mind a car ride. Where are you at?"

"Opposite the Arasaka building, it's not hard to miss."

"Affirmative." Vaike hung up the call with a single shot.

From the room to the floor, she kneeled with support at the bottom of the boot. Years in training with Arasaka but Goro as her mentor. Taught her every single combat with hand maneuvers from swords to mantis blades. Especially on flexing and controlling the weight of your body in need of stealth missions. She does give her gratitude to Takemura for teaching her but not gratitude to Arasaka. Yua has helped her to see the truth of Arasaka but there is a chain that she cannot break from. Being away from them, they tug more and more until she cannot move on. Vaike is drowned by their corruption, fighting back to not kill her sister whenever the voice scratches her brain. Taunting her, filing false idealism of Yua is using her to destroy the Arasaka corporation.

Vaike shook her thoughts aside, not noticing her body move on its own to reach the other side of the building. Her ruby eyes scan the parking lot for a larger van that he came in from, the very own man itself sitting in the driver seat. Lost in his own world, perhaps plotting out some backup plan in case this one comes to fail. But she knows him, his plan never fails. Vaike carefully walks up to the driver's door, lifting her hand as it contacts against the windows. A couple of touches interrupt his brainstorming as he glances up.

He opened the door and gestured to the opposite door. “I’ll get it for you.”

“I- well thank you.” She gave her gratitude as Takemura opened the door for her.

Vaike hopped in the van while waiting for Takemura to get on and turn on the engine for a long silent ride to her apartment. To which, she stands to correct only half of it. It was a long ride, silence along with little jazz music playing on the radio. Vaike never had an idea of what Takemura's music would be. With a hint of relaxed energy filling in between their space, she lifted her eyes at Takemura, eyes glued on the road while his hands were in two and eight steering wheels. Her eyes trailed to his long, large hand on it, smooth but firmly on it, she continued to trail on his outfit all the way up his jawline. Perfectly structured jawline irresistible to leave kisses on. All the way down to his neck, the Arasaka chrome neckline, is so expensive to obtain a chrome like that. As Vaike continues to trail her eyes from the neck to his top outfit as it can be seen visible as he breathes in it. Her pupil grew slightly at the sight of him.

“What’s on your mind, Vaike?” He mumbles gently as he stops the van from a red light.

She immediately ripped her gaze away from him, trying to put her focus on the window as her face grew embarrassed. “It's nothing, uh, yeah.”

“Cat caught your tongue?” He chuckled as he started to move the van when the light went green. “I knew you were staring at me, V.”

“Oh, I, uh, I’m sorry?”

Takemura shook his head. “I cannot blame you, beauty and looks are meant to be seen. I don’t understand what you see in me.”

Vaike pressed her lip into thin, searching for words to say something. But she’s afraid it’ll come out more embarrassing. “We could discuss it back in my apartment.” She told him, slower and quiet.

Takemura nodded. “Privacy, that's the correct way to discuss.”

The silence crawled between them, reaching to Corpo Plaza Apartment as Takemura parked in front of the entrance. He turned his attention to Vaike, her eyes glancing at him.

“Go, I’ll meet you soon. I must hide the van.”

She nodded while opening the door to hover her leg on the street floor. Closing the door behind Takemura drove off, hiding the van somewhere else. Unknown were but she shook the question's thoughts away. Her sight glanced at the building, black tinted with red on the corner with the Arasaka logo. Surprisingly, none of the employees tried to warn Arasaka about Vaike living in this apartment. Traitors living under their noses sound about right. Vaike chuckled at her thought, for once, she found it funny.

She sighs, it was getting late as per usual, and not even once stepped inside to be in her own comfort space. As Vaike took one step, she felt a weight on her wrist, causing her to turn back but yet to find the Arasaka dog. Goro Takemura.

“My apologies, I took too long to find a place to set my van. Did I make you wait that long?”

His hand was smooth, gentle as she recalled. He wasn’t this gentle before, back when he was her own mentor. No pressure to stop her from walking, just his ghostly-feel-like touch made her stop. And, personally, she wishes he could use those hands on her face, waist, arm, anywhere where her mind lingers more.

She shakes her head. “Not at all, we should go inside.”

He nodded, as his hand slipped off her wrist. The warmth was replaced with a cold feeling, but his hand was secure on her back. Sending shivers down her spine but maintaining a blank expression. Takemura guides her inside, passing by the metal red light security for any false identification. Vaike was clear to go so she waited for Takemura to step in. Surprisingly, he was clear, he thought he was gonna get caught for sure but security in this was awfully strange. Unless Vaike had something to do about it; he hasn’t forgotten about Vaike’s blood relative of her descendants' parents. The couple entered the elevator, and Vaike pressed the button to thirty floors in her room. The bell sounds from the elevator while it slides shut in front of them as it pulls up to their destination. Takemura narrows his eyes and gazes at the young woman standing next to him. Giving a good look at the side profile with that golden chrome on her face. It was indeed in Arasaka 's best interest to keep her up to date, with the latest chrome beauty feature as such. Dare he say, but she was one eye-catching that he ever laid his eyes upon. If he was younger, roughly around the same age as she is, he would simply ask her out.

But how can he, he is not worthy of a date. He’s only Saboro’s bodyguard, he only knows how to obey, do the job and protect. Takemura never fit the idea of being someone else's partner, trusting, loving, and capable of being there for them. He is more of a killer machine working under the greatest and most well-known from Arasaka. Something definitely made him feel when Vaike came into his teaching. He wondered what it would feel like to be once in love with her.

“Are you alright, Takemura? You’ve been awfully quiet during this ride.” Her smooth voice interrupted his furrowed thoughts.

He blinks, looking straight at her. “Oh, um. Yeah, I’m alright. Just thinking about the plan.”

Vaike turned to his attention. “To get straight with Hanako?”

He nodded. “Yes, that is correct.”

“She’ll listen to us, I promise you that Takemura.”

His gaze softened at her promised word, sincerity made his heart beat a skip. Takemura lifts his hand and places it on her back. “Thank you, Vaike.”

Vaike felt a warm feeling on her skin, his hand being touched on her back made her heart skip a beat while she nodded. “You’re welcome.”

Elevators made their stop as the door slid open to be greeted by the hallway where some Arasaka employees were sitting on the sofa and another across this room. As they walked in, Vaike took off her boots as Takemura followed, it was rude to walk around with shoes inside the apartment. He taught her it brings bad luck, and spirit if she believes it. The decoration is fitting for a rich kind with black and red to match Arasaka. But, honestly, Vaike prefers her own kind of taste in decoration. He had seen it, and somehow, he does wonder how come she remembers a little bit about it. The decoration matches a Nomad, freely with your own taste along with your family. It still outstanding him due to the fact she was brainwashed. Guess he will never know. Vaike walked up to her entrance and slipped her security code for it to be open. The door slides open, her attention returning back to Takemura as she enters. Motioning her finger at him, he thought it was more spell-like. The way that this woman has him wrapped around her hand.

“Suit yourself, Takemura, do you want some tea or alcohol?” Vaike asked, making her way to the counter where the tea cup was sitting to make some.

Takemura looked at her and thought about it. Tea sounded like a good idea to settle down some nerves. “Tea sounds pleasant, thank you.”

Vaike nodded, focusing on preparing the tea. Takemura took his welcome to sit down on one of those stools next to the counter, his hand gently rubbing his thighs while waiting patiently for the tea. Taking the opportunity to observe around, the window next to the kitchen is the view from the apartment; he thought about how it would look waking up every morning to look at people walking in the street, how many troubles have passed by while consuming your morning drink. He then looks at the bed to his right, assuming that’s where she rests. If Vaike ever rests, Takemura has secretly readied her health. Barely got any rest ever since she has reunited with her only family alive. It was a concern for him but he never forced her to get rest. Not his position to tell her either way.

He ripped his thoughts aside to return to focusing on the woman in front of him. Setting his cup of tea on the counter table. Vaike has made a set of herself as well.

“Thank you.” He said, bowing his head and taking the cup directly to his mouth.

She smiled warmly, taking a small sip of her tea.

To his surprise, it tasted the same tea that he had drank once. The hint of warmth of his home with a sweet taste hint brings him time when he remembers bits of his family. He furrowed his eyebrows, how did Vaike know his kind taste of tea? It rather shocked him to find out that Vaike knew his personal taste in tea. Perhaps asking wouldn’t hurt so he settled the cup down and glanced at her. Vaike quickly noticed and lowered the cup from her lip.

“It’s everything alright?” She asks.

“The tea was marvelous, Vaike. But how did you know this is my favorite taste of tea?” He raised an eyebrow.

Vaike chuckled, waving her hand in front of him. “I took some studies from that time, reunion with your master, you remember?”

He scrunched his nose a bit. “Was it a personal business reunion?”

“The very one, yes.”

“Well, I’m not sure what to say but, good job.”

She shrugged. “Take it as a way of me repaying you back for teaching me.”

“You seem troubled.” He changed the topic, not being rude. He just felt a little embarrassed but grateful for her for trying to repay him, despite it being his own decision to train her.

Vaike sighs and puts her cup down as her hand holds the edge of the counter table. “It’s nothing, I don’t want to bore you with my problem.”

“Vaike, I’m here to help you. Trust me.” He reassured her as he stretched his hand to her, grasping gently with a force.

“It’s my sister, Yua. I feel-No, I believe she does not trust me. With the truth that I don’t remember anything about my parents; only I know that she is my sister, probably the old me made sure it was protected and secure before the brainwashing.”

He nodded. “I’m sure she trusts you, Vaike. It still feels fresh for her to fully trust you. However, I understand her concern about Arasaka-“

“That as well, since she lost TBug and Jackie in that heist mission. I still truly believe it was Dex's plan to fuck her up. But, I just want her to trust me; I still don’t know how I can approach her to tell her.” Vaike added.

“May I suggest but you deserve to know this as well.” He started. “But you can regain your memories back, however, there will be heavily guarded by Arasaka. Only the Arasaka family can enter.”

Her eyes light up as she grabs his hand, each of her hands holding it. “I can get my memories back?”

“As I said, yes, I’m not sure what would be the downside once you’ve restored your memory back.” He turned his attention to his empty tea cup.

“Huh, what do you mean Takemura?” Vaike took his chin as she guided them back to her face.

Takemura opened his mouth but words couldn’t get out, he was struggling to find the correct sentences to make it make sense. How can he, Takemura is not some attractive and well young look for Vaike, she probably won’t accept to date him. At this stage of his age, that is, still, his heart ached when he thinks in that way. Many possibilities pour into his mind as his voice froze. He cannot simply remain in eye contact with her any longer. It’ll hurt his only Moonlight.

“What I mean, Vaike.” He paused as his hand grabbed her wrist, guiding them to the top surface of the table. He adores the soft touch of her tanned skin, how he wishes to kiss those skin of hers. Worship every inch of her, tell her how goddess she is. Oh, his poor heart is crying.

“Yes Goro?” she lowered her face to look at him once again.

“I’m afraid if you restore your memory, of any chance, you’d forget about me and our moments together. I treasure it with all my heart - I, uh, I wasn’t where I was going with this.”

There was a smile, poking on the corner of her lips. Along with a warm, fuzzy feeling on her cheek. “I don’t think I would lose any precious memories about you, Goro. Is this some kind of confession?”

He was caught by a surprise, eyes grew wider as his face flushed embarrassingly about it. Takemura tried to recollect himself. “More or less.”

Vaike laughed lightly. “That’s really cute of you, Goro. I thought you wouldn’t like me or confess this way.”

“I don’t follow.”

Vaike stood up while his eyes followed her every move. “I’m in love with you, Takemura.”

Her sentences made his heart freeze for a moment, as his eyes lit up with hope and surprise to hear it coming out from her. For years and months, he thought she wouldn’t feel the same way, and share the same feelings for each other. All his emotions flushed in at once, Takemura only thought as it commanded his body. Kicked off the stool with his hand aside from the corner table and pulled her against his body. His lip captured her, and for a couple of seconds, it took her to realize what was going on. Goro Takemura was kissing right in front of her while frowning his brows. No loose attachment as she slipped her hand up from his chest to his shoulder then around his neck, gladly returning the kiss. Just as he exactly pictured it, her lips were soft and craving, with a hint of the tea they both were having with. He ran his tongue across her lips for permission entrance, but she had another idea, denying his permission by taking his bottom lip with her teeth. Takemura let out a groan into the kiss and understood what she was trying to do. He had another idea in his hand. He grabbed some pile of her hair while dipping the back of her head, exposing more skin on her neck. Leaving her swollen lip to trail down his wet kisses to her jawline into her throat. Flustered by his kisses, she rubbed her thighs together. A small mewls slip out from her lip after he gives a small nibble on the sensitive spot area in her neck. His lip curved, focusing on the tender spot with his tongue before sucking the spot. Leaving a wonder of his own mark on it, love bites as he continues to every inch of her neck as he could.

Vaike let out a long, string breath as she shook underneath him. Him being towered on top of her gave him empowerment to dominate her. He hummed while dipping his mouth in her collarbone, guiding his tongue on top of her skin. Feeling her body shudder at his touch once more fills his satisfaction. Yet it allows him to know her body reacts the way she wants to be touched. Takemura let go of her small pile of hair while he ran his hand down to her lower back, slipping his both hands into her rear ass as he pulled her into him. Vaike let out a harmless laugh while holding onto him, carefully taking her away from the kitchen to the bed that was not far. Her body made contact on a soft surface, her head dug into her pillow feeling his warm left on her, hovering on top of her. Eyes filled with lust and love, he wants to take all in and leave none, but Takemura wants to take it slow as well.

[smuttyfang]

Goro Takemura. His Muse

"Can I request Goro Takemura/female reader please? Goro secretly being a poet and the reader being his muse that he falls in love with (I'm really craving something sexy and romantic with a happy ending about this gorgeous man). It's just something from his culture that gives him a sense of peace from time to time in the brutal world he lives and works in."

Words: 1,562

Good thing you had a few drinks at Lizzie's before showing up. How could you not? This was ridiculous.

"Damn, why does he have to choose the most awful meeting places?" Heading to the address Takemura had given you a few hours prior, you realized it was some shitty, cheap motel. He had decided to meet with you the day before a mission you both had agreed to do. According to him, you both needed to do a lot of discussing and planning beforehand. According to you, however, planning ahead was pointless almost all of the time in your line of work.

"Could just wing it, like we have most other shit.." You sighed to yourself, walking closer to the building. Your head was still pretty fuzzy from your drinks. You were never one for planning ahead when nothing ever seemed to go according to any sort of plan in the first place. You both worked well together though, despite not agreeing on that. "The No Tell Motel.." What a name. Shaking your head, you stumbled inside the building. It was not necessarily in awful condition, but it seemed.. dirty. Seemed more like the was a place for hooking up, more than having conversation. Although, it's not like you'd have a problem with that happening.. Ever since you had met Goro, you found it difficult to focus on anything when you were working together. Your eyes would just stay trained on him. He had often asked you several times why you were staring at him. How easily you could pass it off as nothing while in reality, your mind was racing with so many thoughts of being with him.. "Ugh, stop it." You told yourself. "There's no way he would." Trying your best to remove the thoughts, you approached the room number specified in his message. You had a hunch to press your ear to the door, wondering if you could hear anything from him. The only thing you could hear was some mumbling.

"Hmm.. maybe.." Not every word was clear. ".. no, that word.. good.." Curious, you looked around to make sure nobody happened to be watching you. You silently picked at the lock on the door, trying your best to be as quiet as possible to not draw his attention. Lightly pushing on the door, you cracked it open to peek inside. Takemura was sitting on the couch inside of the room. He had a small notepad in his hand, writing something down. He was thinking pretty hard on whatever it was. There's no way he would ever be stupid enough to leave a paper trail for any missions, so your curiosity was killing you. Feeling a little mischievous, you suddenly pushed on the door hard enough to make it slam against the wall behind it.

"Hey, Goro." You giggled casually as you strutted inside the room. He was never someone who got startled or scared easily, but he did slightly jump at your actions. He quickly put his notepad he had previously been writing on inside of his jacket pocket, along with his pen. He stood up, sighing in frustration.

"Was that really necessary?" He went to the door behind you, closing it and locking it back. "I put my own secure lock on this door, so that we could not be disturbed. But you disturbed me yourself." He was always so serious. "You smell like alcohol."

"Just thought I'd try to spook ya a little. Relax." You plopped yourself down, lying on the bed and looking around the room. The room did look much cleaner than the outside of the motel. It was quite dim, and didn't have much in the way of lighting. Only a lamp by the bedside. "You know I can break any lock. Also, I had some drinks at Lizzie's. Job ain't 'till tomorrow."

"Unfortunately for me, yes you can." Goro walked back to the couch and sat down. "We must discuss our plan for tomorrow. You must be able to remember."

"I'd much rather talk about what you were writing before I came in here." He leaned back into the couch, sighing and letting his body slightly relax. The sight of his white shirt showing his chest made you excited.

"I should have known you were watching me. I was simply writing. Nothing more." You enjoyed annoying him, and were feeling a little brave from the alcohol, so you persisted.

"Writing what? No reason to write anything down for a mission." You sat up, kicking off your shoes and pulling your jacket off. You tossed it on top of your shoes. Your body was feeling hot with the drinks still running through you.

"It is a hobby. Nothing more. We have more important matters to discuss." He could be extremely frustrating to talk to sometimes.

"We have all night to talk about that. Just chat with me for a while, Goro. We have to work together, I don't see why we can't enjoy each other's company while we are at it." He stared at you for a minute, eventually relaxing his face a little.

"I suppose we may work better together that way." You rolled your eyes. He seemed to only ever think about work. It made you a little sad to think about it. "I write poetry. It can be quite relaxing." Telling you this, his tone of voice suggested that he expected you to consider it silly. You didn't though.

"That is interesting. It's also a big part of your heritage isn't it?" He nodded his head. "What do you write about? Have anything that really gives you inspiration?"

"You." You quite literally could not believe your ears. You were so taken aback that it was difficult to find anything to say. When you looked at him, he was deadpan.

"You can't be serious." You were waiting for him to tell you he was kidding around.

"I am." He was actually serious.

"What.. what is there to write about me? I ain't special.." You shrugged your shoulders.

"You are beautiful." Surely you must have been dreaming at this point.

"I, uh.. how drunk am I?" Your face felt incredibly hot at this point, almost burning.

"You are a little, but not too much." He still wasn't showing any emotion. He was one of the few people you couldn't read very well, unfortunately.

"For real? Thanks.." You were positive that you were about to pass out. There was, what felt like, an eternally lasting silence. This sort of opening was what you had always wanted with him, but now that it was here and happening in front of you, you had no idea what to do about it. Working up the smallest bit of courage you could manage, (thank you, alcohol), you finally spoke up. "You're handsome, I've always thought so."

"Is that why you stare at me so much?" You nodded your head to him. "I see." Another long silence.

"Did you really bring me here to talk about the job?" You asked him. Standing up, you walked to the couch he was on and sat beside of him. "What do you write about? Inspired by me?" He cleared his throat and sat up.

"I did ask you here for the job. I would rather not discuss my poems in this moment. Maybe another time." He took a quick glance down at your chest before his eyes quickly shot back up to your eyes.

"Then.. can I hear more about how beautiful I am?" You giggled, braving your fear and placing your hand on his knee. He stiffened.

"O-of course. Now that you are so close to me though, I do not know if I can find the words to describe it." He was visibly nervous, but doing his best to hide it. Soon, before you even realized what was happening, Takemura put his hand on your cheek, gently rubbing with his thumb. "Your face is very warm." This was your only chance.

"Make it warmer." You demanded. Taking his opportunity, he pulled your face to his, pressing his lips to yours. His lips were rough against yours. His kiss quickly intensified, his tongue working it's way into your mouth. Hands wandered to other places, his on your hips and yours on his chest. Standing up in sync with each other, you both began walking toward the bed, not breaking the kiss until you took off each others shirts. You fell backward onto the bed, and Goro quickly closed the distance. This made his hips perfectly align with yours, and you immediately felt how hard he was. His cock pressed hard into you, making you moan into the kiss. It felt like he was bigger than you would have expected.. He pulled away breathless, so that he could take in your figure. Your bra had already been torn away. His gaze felt so intense and full of lust.

"You are even more beautiful that I could have expected."

AO3

[mammaonii]

If anyone has any writing requests I'm open!

I'll do both sfw and NSFW and write for most anything

[philistiniphagottini]

VWJSVWIABSUW HELLO I saw ur recent post :3 I was honestly feeling the same- and I'm back at p5 and was hoping for you to write for my absolutely favorite pancake boy<333

How about f!reader her lower lips are all cream and sprinkles and some on her cute Pearl and perhaps inside her and goro just eating her out like a starving man the didn't eat for years and slowing down when she is close ( I believe in mischievous goro Akechi)

I probably should have been more specific in that post. I want something in MY mouth. I was feeling a bit saucy when I posted that late last night and I wanted to cockwarm a dick or a pussy lol. But it's okay, this gave me an idea that I couldn't resist writing so I hope you like it~

cw. smut, oral sex (fem receiving), smidge of orgasm denial, whipped cream gets involved, female reader

Dallops of thick cream lined the seam of your cunt, oozing between your folds and drowning the pretty pearl of your clit with hefty rivulets of white. A pleasant shiver tingled down your spine as gloved hands wrapped around your plump thighs, splayed digits digging into your skin until the soft pudge spilled in Akechi’s hold. A warm hum stirred in his chest as he spread your legs wider for his viewing pleasure, your delicate sex opening up like a delicate flower in bloom. A combination of slick and cream dribbled down your quaking thighs, smeared across your searing skin as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation.

"My, my" Akechi purred with a husky whisper of your name. "Is this all for me?"

A lazy smirk lit up his features as he gazed down at you with hungry eyes, tongue poking through the seam of his lips as he tasted your arousal permeating the air of your stuffy bedroom. Your leaking pussy was already starting to soak into the sheets beneath you, the material clinging to your clammy skin as you squirmed under Akechi’s securitising gaze. A chuckle breezed past his lips as his head dipped lower, soft curls of brown locks tickling the sensitive insides of your thighs as your heart raced in your chest, pulse droning so loud you almost didn’t hear Akechi’s next words.

"I could just eat you up~"

You keened loudly as the tip of Akechi’s tongue poked the hood of your clit, the little bud flushing to life as heat licked at the base of your spine and curled in the pit of your stomach. Your blood simmered hotly in your veins as he dragged the slick muscle of his tongue through your creamy folds, sucking on the velvety skin as a pleased hum rumbled in his throat. You tasted so sweet dancing along his tongue, the combination of overly sweet flavours lingering in the back of his throat as he swallowed thickly. You dug your fingers into the fluffy blankets beneath you, nails threatening to rip holes in the material as Akechi lapped at your drooling pussy like a starving man, tongue swirling through your folds as his nose brushed the pretty pearl of your clit. The tightly packed bundle of nerves twitched wildly as a salacious moan crawled out of your throat, your bruised lips parted around whimpers of his name as the hot coil in your belly twisted tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

Your eyelashes fluttered over your warm cheeks, the tips of your ears burning with the intensity of a raging inferno at the wet sound of Akechi’s tongue rubbing against your slippery folds, your pussy clenching around nothing as the wet drag of his tongue frayed every single one of your nerves. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as his tongue returned to toy with the hot little button at the top of your pussy, the puffy bud shrieking from the sudden attention. He sucked your clit into his warm mouth, beads of cream dripping down his chin as he slobbered over your messy pussy with an unrefined grace very unbefitting of the young detective. You whined as your clit started to twitch violently in his mouth, body teetering on that familiar edge as the heat inside of you became unbearable.

But before you could reach that high, it was ripped away from you the second that Akechi let go of your succulent pussy with a loud and wet pop. Your hips jolted as you tried to chase his mouth, your throbbing pussy mourning the loss of warmth as you were left hanging by a thread.

"Akechi" you whined, almost choking on a hiccup of pleasure.

A smile crawled over his lips, amusement shimmering in his eyes as he clicked his tongue down at you.

"Not yet, pretty girl" he said, smoothing his hands down your trembling thighs. "I haven’t had my fill quite yet."

Akechi reached behind you to the discarded bottle of whipped cream. He shook the can, stirring up the contents inside before popping the lid. You shivered beneath him as more cool cream was applied to your hot and pulsing cunt, cream once again drowning your pussy and seeping into every crevice of your swollen sex. Akechi dragged his tongue slowly across his lips, mouth salivating as your intoxicating scent curled deep in the pit of his lungs he took. Your chest heaved, soft tits bouncing and nipples pebbling from arousal as you stared up at him with eyes just as dazed as your mind. You could feel his hot breath tickling your sensitive folds as he crawled back between your parted thighs and indulged in another taste.

[cakeboxie]

True That Love in Withdrawal (Was The Weeping of Me)

Goro Akechi at his core is not a patient man. He can muster up patience should he need to for one reason or another, but it’s not as inherent to him as it is to someone such as Ren. In hindsight, he’d been set up. Ren knew exactly what he was doing with his little… Idea.

Hiiiii I spent so long on this lmao, if u want to read it on ao3 here it is!

Pairing: Akechi Goro/Akiren

Tags: Porn With Plot, Anal, Aphrodisiacs, Bets & Wagers, Light Orgasm Delay/Denial, Semi-Public Sex

WC: 3.8k :D

Goro Akechi at his core is not a patient man. He can muster up patience should he need to for one reason or another, but it’s not as inherent to him as it is to someone such as Ren. 

That lack of patience, or maybe a lack of foresight, currently has him hunched over his desk. Aggressively fisting his drooling and painfully hard cock.

In hindsight, he’d been set up.

Ren knew exactly what he was doing with his little… Idea.

“Goro.”

“Yes, Ren?”

Beautiful steel gray eyes he’s found himself adoring more and more, much to his own behest and a sweet, gentle smile. 

“I have an idea, and a prize for you if you’ll hear me out.”

Hook, line, and fucking sinker. Goro had stepped eagerly into the trap Ren laid out for him in the comfortable warmth of Leblanc. Lured in by the mere concept of a prize, because a prize means there’s competition. And Goro was keen on winning against Ren for once in his sad, shitty life.

Even then, when Ren actually explained his idea Goro was given the option to deny it. Given the… unstable nature of their current relationship. With Goro still reeling from his failure to execute the raven haired man that had been standing across from him, and said man ignoring the protests of literally a dozen people to seek him out. He should’ve walked away, or at least said no.

Coherent thought and Ren's existence in his life never went hand in hand, and that wasn’t about to change now.

He gasped and bit back a frankly pathetic whimper, technically he’d already lost. But Ren wouldn’t know that, he could chase his own satisfaction here and still get his prize.

“I’m going to put an aphrodisiac in your coffee and if you can last until you get off work I will do literally whatever you want.”

“I beg your pardon?”

They had barely been within 6 feet of each other since the incident. Goro had a hell of a time getting Ren's gray matter out of his uniform, and is still fighting to rid himself of the mental image of his lover’s rival's dead eyes looking up at him as his blood pooled around him on the cold metal table. Which made touching the object of his terror difficult, especially since a not insignificant part of him was convinced he was hallucinating and touching Ren would make him dissipate like it did every other hallucination of his.

“When you say anything, do you mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Then I accept your little challenge.”

The casual way Ren stated the idea should’ve been his first warning, and the sheer mirth that painted Ren's expression when he agreed should’ve been his second.

He leaned back and sighed, this clearly wasn’t going anywhere useful and his dick is starting to hurt in a much more unpleasant way than the dull ache of being unbearably horny.

He didn’t have a plan for what he was going to get Ren to do.

…

He’s spectacular at lying to people, years of being the detective prince taught him well. Lying to himself was a much more daunting task, and one that he rarely succeeded in.

He has plenty of things he had planned on asking Ren to do when he won. Ranging from licking his shoes and apologizing like the pathetic attic trash he is, all the way to pushing him against the bar in Leblanc and-

He hissed indignantly and forced himself to sit on his hands. He was not about to actually lose to Ren, nor acknowledge that for the first time this afternoon he’d been getting off properly. All because in his mind's eye the hands on him were Rens and not his own.

Loki cackled, the low scratchy noise filling his ears as the god taunted him. Mocking him with how 30 full minutes of jerking off did nothing but frustrate him, but mere seconds after he imagined Ren touching him he was teetering on the edge.

He could, theoretically, text Ren.

Was it still a loss if Ren- Yes.

God he hated himself, but he desperately needed to get some work done and in his current state that wasn’t an option. Explaining himself was also off the table based on how his voice evaded him whenever he tried to speak.

So, in a jarringly out of character moment of weakness, he closed his eyes and thought of Ren.

He came almost immediately, catching the majority in a napkin before tossing it into the little black trash can under his desk. Considering the bin for a moment before burying the object of his embarrassment a bit further into the paper, more so he doesn’t have to see it and be reminded of all of this than someone questioning why there was a particularly sticky napkin in his trash.

He realized a moment later that he is still extraordinarily hard, and that getting off didn’t help with his current situation. It arguably made it worse if he was honest with himself.

His attention snaps to his phone, the quiet buzz taunting him with possibilities. It could be Sae asking him about work, it could be Shido with a new list of names.

It could be Ren.

He hoped in no small part that it was the latter of the three, because then at least he has an excuse to talk to the man.

Ren: u doing ok?

Thank god. 

Goro: I’m doing perfectly fine, I’ve actually been able to get quite a bit of work done. Goro: I do hope you don’t value your dignity, I plan on taking full advantage of my prize.

The thought of taking Ren's dignity stirs a new warmth inside of him, the idea of taking the great and powerful leader of the Phantom Thieves down a notch or 10 stirring up a much more feral desire for the beautiful man.

Ren: Oh? Well I’m looking forward to whatever you have planned ;)

Cocky bastard, he much more eagerly palms at his arousal this time. Goro will enjoy wiping that stupid, smug, unbelievably hot smirk off his face-

The knock at his door sends him reeling and the weight of what he’s doing crashes down onto him as he hurriedly stuffs his dick back into his pants before shakily saying

“Yes? What do you need?” His voice wavers and he prays he doesn’t look as disheveled as he feels. Sae steps into his office wearing a frustrated expression that morphs quickly into concern at his state.

“I came to discuss another mental shutdown case, are you alright? No one has heard from you today and you’re flushed.”

Shit- fuck- oh dear god-

“Ah my apologies Sae-san, I’ve got a bit of a cold. I didn’t expect it to affect me this much.”

He takes on his princely persona with practiced ease, feigning his apology all too well.

“If that’s the case please go home and rest, I can take over for you today.”

It takes him every ounce of willpower not to cheer. 

“I appreciate it Sae-san, next time we get sushi let me cover it as thanks alright?”

She nods and removes herself from his office, and he’s never left the station faster in his life. The train ride to Yongen-Jaya feels endless and a small part of him prays that Ren is there and not busy, after all it is 3pm on a Sunday.

Doubt settles in his mind, what if he was busy? Goro wasn’t sure if he could physically handle not immediately leaping into the arms of the man already, the thought of Ren's body pressed against his own being a feeling he misses far more than he’d ever admit. But having got the blessing of Sae letting him leave early only to be forced to wait anyway? 

The thought doesn’t get the opportunity to linger as he steps off the train, only to come face to face with the man who’d been invading his mind all afternoon.

“Good timing, I was going to come see you.”

Goro ignores the way his heart leaps.

“Oh? What for?”

He does his best to keep his princely mask up, but it’s always harder when it’s Ren, and with the memories of his fantasies still all too fresh in his mind it’s difficult to look the man in the eye.

“I wanted to see how you were doing, you clearly were lying when you texted me.”

“Ah… I suppose you’ve caught me.”

The proud little smirk on Ren's face doesn’t go unnoticed, and Goro raised an eyebrow.

“Oh I didn’t actually know if you’d been lying, I had a hunch you had because it’s you , but thank you for confirming it.”

Goro doesn’t really have time to reply before Ren takes his hand and drags him away. The single point of contact somehow sets his entire body on fire as Ren pulls him along. Had he been able to pay attention he would’ve recognized the path to Leblanc, but his entire focus was pinned on the firm grip Ren held on him, the warmth of his flesh managing to seep through his gloves. What he wouldn’t give to feel those hand on-

The soft jingle of the bells on the door of cafe Leblanc ripped him from his thoughts, with Sojiro nowhere to be found.

It would settle into his head much later that Ren had planned this too, but for now all he could feel was the soft lips on his and the fire under his skin as he pulled Ren closer, long past the point of no return. Something deep inside him wanted to run, to abandon this entire day and curl up in bed with featherman reruns until he could haul himself back onto his feet and into work.

That idea was thoroughly squashed when Ren pushed him against the door, the entrance bells jingling lightly as they collided again. Goro let himself grind against Ren, melting into the low growl it ripped from his chest. There’s little he wouldn’t do in this moment to get more out of Ren, more noises, more touch, anything Ren could give him he’d take with open arms.

He doesn’t need to wait long. 

Ren breaks the kiss and Goro finds himself chasing his lips, craving the touch, but all Ren does is smirk and grab his tie. Dragging him up the stairs into the attic as he spoke.

“I heard from a little birdie that you lost and didn’t plan on telling me. I knew you feel the need to win every game you play but I didn’t expect the noble detective prince to stoop to cheating.”

His title hits him like a slap in the face and he valiantly fights the urge to fall for the bait, the suddenness of the words shocking him into a moment of clarity. Ren wanted him to react, it’s the only time he called him that.

Goro is on a losing streak today.

“A little bird? So you had Sakura-chan do your dirty work for you, how pathetic.” The words fly out of his mouth with a harsh sneer and the glee that paints Ren's face makes Goro a special kind of nervous. He steels his crimson gaze and prays to any deity that will listen that he didn’t just obliterate his chance to get closer to the Phantom Thieves infamous leader.

“I may have, but you’re the one who gave her something to find.” 

He’s not sure when he landed on Ren's bed, nor when the lithe man made himself comfortable between his thighs, but he was aware of it now. With Ren kissing him harshly, aggressive and open mouthed kisses that made their teeth click together. While large deft hands worked his uniform off, confident like he’d done it a million times over.

The pang of jealousy at the idea of Ren sleeping with anyone but him is added to the ever growing pile of feelings he’s ignoring. Choosing instead to run his fingers through curly black locks and pulling . The motion forced a low groan out of Ren and a harsh bite on his bottom lip as he finally got Goro’s pants off.

Had his mind been clearer he probably would’ve made some snide comment about Ren's staring. Or at least had the shame to close his legs, but he didn’t. Goro basked eagerly in the undivided attention of the mastermind currently unbuttoning his jacket and kissing him stupid.

Once his jacket was off Ren's attention shifted from his lips to his chest, humming as he bit a series of marks into the supple skin of his chest. One hand firmly on Goro’s hip and the other sliding lazily up and down his side. 

God, he was needy. His nude body splayed out on Ren's futon, eager for whatever he had planned.

What he didn’t expect was for Ren to shift, pulling Goro’s hips to the edge of his makeshift bed and settling to his knees on the floor between Goro’s thighs. For a brief, horrifying moment, Ren dropped all physical contact with Goro. The brunettes mind reeling with what that meant for him in his current position, unsure of where his clothes are and agonizingly horny.

Ren's tongue pressed firmly against his hole made him jolt, but unpleasantly cold hands on his thighs held him down and prevented his sharp movement from interrupting Ren's eager licking. It was strange, but not unpleasant, and Goro found his  body arching into every lap of his tongue. At some point the raven haired man’s fingers replaced his tongue and Ren moved back up to face him, peppering soft kisses on skin as he made his way back to Goro’s lips. 

It was no surprise to him that Ren was amazing with his hands. He’d never admit it, but during their heist in Sae’s palace he had spent a not insignificant amount of time watching the man play with his dagger, twirling the blade effortlessly between hands clad in fiery red gloves. Even more time spent alone in his apartment with his hand shoved between his thighs, desperate for Ren's hands to replace his own.

Having them was everything he had hoped it to be, lithe strong hands more befitting a musician than a thief. Pushing and stretching in all the best ways, little gold stars dancing in Goro’s vision as Ren moved his hands, carefully working him open and preparing him for something more.

Goro reveled in the feeling of Ren's skin against his own. Wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling Ren down to be flush against him, whining as he pushed his hips up, eager to finally be fucked in the way he’d been craving since before he’d entered the cafe this morning.

The realization that he’d been desperate for Ren even before the aphrodisiac rattled in his brain as Ren pulled away, removing his fingers from Goro and retrieving a bottle of lube left on the floor that Goro had been too lost in the feeling of Ren's hands to notice. 

Goro’s body accepted Ren like that’s what it was made to do. While the awkward angle of his hips would make him sore eventually, for now he didn’t care. Clinging to Ren as he bottomed out, hips pressed flush against his own Goro just about sobbed. He had been waiting for this consciously since 8 this morning, and subconsciously for as long as he’d known Ren. It was everything he had hoped it to be, Ren was so warm against him and in him, the raven haired man despite not being physically larger swallowed him whole and at the moment he was living for it.

Ren’s voice, gently asking if he was okay and saying something about how he’d gone quiet lulled him out of his thoughts, Goro nodded eagerly and pulled Ren close again, gasping at how the movement shifted them and somehow pushed Ren even deeper into him. Goro was barely able to whine out a confirmation, his voice thoroughly lost to him. The feeble noise drawing a low chuckle out of Ren as he began to rock his hips gently against Goro’s, the movement was overwhelmingly good yet still somehow not enough. The last shreds of his pride forcing Goro’s mouth shut, not allowing him to start begging immediately. Sure he’s been practically drooling over the idea of Ren’s dick being anywhere near him for the past 7 or so hours, but Ren didn’t need to know that.

His unconscious whining told Ren of his desperation though, and with a saccharine smile Ren picked up his pace, savoring each honeyed moan and whine that bubbled out of Goro’s chest. His dull nails left behind faint red stripes in the skin of Ren's shoulders as Goro fell further into it all, sweet noises morphing into desperate pleas for more as Ren pulled him apart at the seams. Said raven haired man making a point of keeping his own voice down so he could fully enjoy Goro’s sounds and the sharp slap of his thighs on the other mans as it echoed through the attic.

Goro’s mind swam, maybe it was whatever that shit Ren put in his coffee, maybe it was his own desperation. But between Ren’s harsh thrusts and the heady groans that kept falling from his lips it was hard not to wail and cling to Ren. He really didn’t want to seem like some kind of slut but god he was living for Ren’s attention and everything in his body screamed for more. He so badly wanted Ren to be more aggressive, the restraint was obvious in his gentle but quick movements paired with a bruisingly tight grip on his hips.

Before he was fully conscious of the thought the words fell from Goro’s lips, his voice low and harsh. Hoarse from moaning he hadn’t realized he’d been doing.

“For the love of god if you don’t fuck me harder I’m going to push you off me and do it myself.”

The silence was palpable as Ren stopped dead, the heaving of his chest being the only remaining motion.

Shit.

Before he could open his mouth to apologize Ren shifted, looking up at him through sweat slicked bangs, his expression completely flat as he searched Goro’s eyes. The always stunning crimson eyes peering back at him through sticky strands of ashy brown hair clouded with lust and somewhere, deep inside them, something much sweeter.

After a moment of silence Ren smiled, though it was more characteristically akin to Joker’s smirk, the pointed smile given only to formidable opponents he was about to destroy with terrifying ease. The idea of Ren destroying him made Goro’s face warm in a strange sort of way that he wasn’t entirely sure could be attributed to the fact that Ren was in fact still balls deep in him and grinning like a madman.

“Are you absolutely sure that's what you want?”

Goro didn’t say anything, he just nodded and ran his fingers through Ren's hair, pulling him closer and hoping to himself that it would be enough confirmation that Ren would finally start moving again. As much as he loved the feeling of cockwarming Ren he was beyond desperate and had finally let go of his last bits of his pride.

Based on how Ren sunk his teeth into the soft skin of his shoulder, the answer is yes, that was in fact confirmation enough, adjusting his grip on Goro’s hips before sliding back. Leaving him with only the flushed head of his cock pressed inside him, before snapping his hips forward. Ripping a strangled gasp from Goro as Ren set a pace harsh enough to bruise. Goro’s gasps morphed quickly into broken wailing as he eagerly accepted Ren’s violent thrusts, the haze filling his mind dissipating only to be replaced with a visceral need for more.

So, he begged. Barely lucid and sobbing into Ren’s shoulder he screeched out another plea for more, Ren only replying by biting down harder as he railed Goro into the futon. Goro came almost embarrassingly quickly after that, biting his hand in an attempt to stifle the sharp cry of the raven haired man’s name as he painted his chest and belly with streaks of white, though Ren didn’t slow down at all. Fucking Goro into oversensitivity quickly as his screaming evolved into incoherent babbling as Ren used him mercilessly.

The time from then until when Ren emptied himself into Goro was a blur to Goro, with him being thoroughly overstimulated and beyond exhausted he barely registered that Ren was still going until he felt Ren let go of his shoulder and instead dug his teeth into the soft skin of Goro’s neck as his hips stuttered. 

–

The sheer terror of waking up to the smell of curry was not exactly something he had anticipated. His apartment rarely smelt of anything other than cleaning products, so the pleasantly savory smell of sauteed vegetables and spices was jarring to begin with. But upon shooting out of bed only to find himself in leblanc the horror was multiplied tenfold, with his clothes nor his phone anywhere to be found he couldn’t reasonably leave the futon he was sat on, on the off chance the sun was down because it was the evening and leblanc was still open enough to keep him sat on the edge of the futon, wrapped tightly in Ren’s single dusty blanket.

A few minutes of unpleasant silence later Ren made his way up the stairs, a generous plate of curry in one hand, and Goro’s uniform folded neatly in his other.

“You passed out right after you came so I made you some food… Oh and your uniform was covered in dust so I tossed it in the wash.”

Ren smiled sweetly, the act made Goro want to die. Not only did he lose, he now had Ren doting on him like an eager wife and he was enjoying it a lot.

“I suppose that’s the least you could do for me after being so aggressive with me that I literally passed out.” Goro replied with his usual sneer, though it was clear that it was half-assed. Carefully accepting both the plate of food, and his clothing, Ren loomed for a moment after handing him his things. 

“Do you-” Ren cut him off by placing a chaste kiss on Goro’s forehead, before turning on a dime, and in an uncharacteristic moment of cowardice, literally sprinting down the stairs, audibly tripping as he reached the bottom.

If he had any say in the matter Goro would never be seen in Leblanc ever again.

Alas, coherent thought and Ren's existence in his life never went hand in hand.

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Some Kazumaji smut 😌

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Room With a View

Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 

Rating: E

Words: 1639 

V is determined to get Goro to relax. He might not have picked the most suitable method.

some light con non con smut for V/Goro Takemura  

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transmasculine V (Cyberpunk)

Semi-Public Sex

Exhibitionism

kind of

Consensual Non-Consent

Rough Sex

Dominance

D/s

Smut

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

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Akira dreams of Akechi

Author: c-o-t-o

Characters: Akira Kurusu x Goro Akechi

CW: none, sfw

Misc: ~1.4k words

About: Akira dreamt that Akechi cooked for him and tells Akechi about it. In the hopes that acting it out will stop Akira from dreaming about him constantly, Akechi pays a visit to LeBlanc to prepare a home cooked meal.

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‘I had a dream where Akechi made a home-cooked meal for me…’ Akira recalled to himself upon waking up. He grabs his phone that's half stuck under a sleeping Mona to tell Akechi about it.

“Another dream about me?" Akechi responds. “At least it's better than the dream you had of us at the beach with your bathing suit shorts washing away…"

Akira chuckled. He didn't know why he was always dreaming of Akechi, but lately he found himself enjoying those dreams more and more. As he and Akechi became closer friends, those dreams started to feel somewhat warm and fuzzy to him. Akira found himself feeling flustered around Akechi now, sometimes getting nervous for no real reason.

Akira got up and ready to help Sojiro downstairs in the cafe for his morning regulars. Sojiro was teaching Akira how to roast his own coffee beans, about the different kinds of roasts and brewing methods, and he kind of loved it. He was able to make drinks for the regulars now, some say even better than Sojiro himself.

Around noon when it quieted down, Akira was startled by the bell suddenly ringing from the front door opening. A customer around this time?

To his surprise, it was Akechi. More specifically, Akechi holding a shopping bag with a look of annoyance on his face.

“I'm here to…” Akechi’s face contorts as if he doesn't want to say the words. "I'm here to make you a home cooked meal. Maybe this will stop you from having all those goddamn dreams about me.”

Akira stands behind the counter in his apron blushing, trying to figure out if he's excited about the idea of Akechi cooking for him, or if he's nervous because they're alone. They've spent so much time together before, but it was usually in a public place with others around. It's been a while since the two of them have been alone by themselves. Especially since Akira started having these dreams and feelings.

Akechi takes his jacket off, rolling up his sleeves, and putting a spare apron on as he rounds the counter. He starts tying his apron at his back when he looks at Akira whose cheeks are still red. Akechi huffs through his nose, still looking annoyed.

“Don't get excited about this, I'm only doing it so that your freaky dreams about me stop. Maybe if I can act out one of your dreams it'll satisfy your subconscious." Akechi combs his fingers through his hair. “And then you can stop texting me EVERY MORNING about them."

Akira awkwardly smiles as Akechi brings the groceries into the kitchen. He didn't realize he was bothering Akechi with all his texts about his dreams, but at the very least it lead to them hanging out again.

“Usually curry is everyone's go-to for a simple meal, but I won't attempt that here. Even I know I'd be a fool for trying to make curry in Sojiro’s place.” Akechi takes the ingredients out one by one, looking at some almost questioningly, before placing them on the counter.

Akira starts looking through the ingredients when Akechi lightly slaps his hand away.

“No. I have to be the one to cook it all, or this might not work.” Akechi's eyebrows narrow as pinches the bridge of his nose. " Why don't you… go sit down or something.”

Akechi flicks his phone screen with his thumb to scroll through the recipe he found online for some stew. He figured it would be hard to mess up something where all he had to do was boil chunks of beef and vegetables together and add some sauces and seasonings.

“Simple enough," Akechi mutters to himself. As he starts chopping the vegetables he looks up to see Akira watching him from the counter, chin resting on his folded hands. “Why are you so quiet? You haven't said a word since I came here." Akechi said with an air of annoyance.

“Sorry," Akira mutters softly. "First I dreamt you were cooking for me, and now you're actually here... I'm just excited."

Akechi's face becomes flush, so he lets his hair fall over his face to cover up the red that has spread across his cheeks. He breathes out quickly through his nose as if to laugh.

Akira studies Akechi carefully, noticing that he's following a video as he chops everything and adds ingredients to the pot.

‘How much did he prepare for this? He even found a video to make sure he did it right,’ Akira thinks to himself.

While Akechi finishes cooking, Akira brews coffee for them with beans he had just roasted a few days ago. He had been letting them rest for a few days and was excited to finally try them.

Finally, Akchi walks two bowls over to the bar counter and places the bowls by each of their coffee cups. He looks at Akira questioningly at the sight of the drinks.

“I roasted and brewed this coffee myself, I hope you like it." He grabs the coffee cup and holds it up to his mouth as a way to use his hands to hide his blush. The flavor was deep and chocolatey and came out even better than he expected.

As Akechi sat down next to him, his leg and arm brushed against Akira’s, causing him to momentarily choke at the feeling. Why was he getting so flustered? Although… now he notices a faint smell of cologne coming from Akechi. Did he always have some on? Was it only today? Before his thoughts could wander more, Akechi grumbles and holds a spoon of stew out to Akira.

“C’mon already. Eat. Before it gets cold…” Akechi says with a look of annoyance on his face. It quickly turns to one of embarrassment as Akira takes the bite from the spoon being offered to him. Akechi opens his mouth to retort, but closes it, blushing. Looking away with his eyes, he asks Akira how it tastes.

“It's really good, I can't believe it." Akira’s eyes widen in surprise as he eats the stew. He honestly expected Akechi to mess it up somehow.

“Why are you so surprised? It doesn't take a genius to follow a recipe…” Akichi retorts. He stops himself though, and sighs. Still looking away, he slightly mumbles, “Thank you. I'm glad you like it."

Without thinking about it, Akechi uses the same spoon he just fed Akira with and uses it to feed himself. Akira stares at him completely blushed at the same moment Akechi freezes with the spoon in his mouth, suddenly realizing the same thing. Him eating from the same spoon is like sharing an indirect kiss. He slowly pulls the spoon out of his mouth and chews his food, eyes spaced out on nothing in particular ahead of him.

“Not. A. Word." Akechi threatens.

Neither of them realized that Mona had wandered downstairs. All he knew was that the two of them were eating and suddenly heard Akechi threatening Akira. Out of spite, Mona jumped up on the counter and swiped Akechi's bowl off the table. Akira heard Mona snickering to himself before running off somewhere.

“Aaghhh! Your cat! He-" Akechi stands up abruptly and tries to wipe the stew off his clothes. “My stew! My clothes…” he said aggravated.

"I'm so sorry! Let me get you a change of clothes so I can wash yours.” Akira pleads. After a few minutes, Akechi returns wearing Akira’s spare gym clothes. " I'm sorry about him,” Akira says, referring to Mona. "And I'm sorry we didn't really get to eat your stew.”

Akechi sits at the countertop that Akira cleaned while he changed. He takes the warm coffee in his hands and, after sipping it, grimaces.

“Damn it," he quietly mutters to himself. “How is this so good…” he continues drinking Akira's coffee with a mixture of satisfaction and annoyance. In the end, he wasn't really able to give Akira a home cooked meal, not completely. And Akira brewed this incredible coffee, somewhat outdoing anything Akechi could have made.

Akechi tries to rack his brain for ideas on how to live out one of Akira's dreams so that maybe they'll finally stop. He really believes acting one of them out might satisfy Akira enough. He rests the coffee cup on the counter, still holding it to warm his hands. Akechi looks down into the coffee, once again letting his hair fall over his face to hide the immense blush covering it when he asks Akira his question shyly.

“Should we… try going to the beach next time…?”

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