I Just Realized

I just realized

they're kind of having opposite arcs rn

— i. slow down ; narumi gen.

starring :: narumi gen x reader

wc :: 1.0k

tags :: mature themes, implied friends with benefits, reader is implied a member of the first division, frottage, making out, switch!narumi & switch!reader (dom!reader if you squint), word vomit, and part 1 of 2

synopsis :: narumi gen is used to quickies with you–as it’s more efficient. however, you show him just how good slowing down feels.

warning: r18, read at your own risk | part 2 – upcoming

narumi gen tosses and turns around his bed restlessly with thoughts of you coursing throughout inside him. 

he’s so needy tonight–narumi’s body is achingly hot because of how much he needs you.

despite his duties the following day, narumi drags himself out of his bed and urgently navigates to your room in order to knock on your door loudly. “hey! you’re awake, right?? wake up!” narumi annoyingly cups his hand on your wooden door, his words ringing through your room. “what?” when he takes sight of you begrudgingly opening your door with furrowed brows, he grins widely and ushers you inside. your feet are getting dragged as narumi pushes you further inside your room. confused, you turn around to look at him. “narumi-” yet, when you try to ask him, he beats you to it.

“i wanna fuck right now- can we fuck right now?”

“sorry?”

“...please say yes.”

“you woke me up for a quickie?” narumi repeatedly nods, a slight pout forming on his lips. you take a step closer to him, and just as narumi’s preparing himself for your approval, you push your finger sternly on his chest, limiting proximity. “no.” his pout drops into an annoying frown, then back into a deeper pout. “why not?” childishly, narumi starts poking at your shoulder rapidly, mimicking your stance. it causes you to sigh, looking at narumi with tired eyes. “not in the mood for a quickie.” seeing his posture slump at your reply, you only give him a half-assed apologetic look. 

“besides, it’s so late. i’d rather it be more intimate, you know?” it’s your turn to push narumi from behind, forcing him closer to your door in hopes of goodnight. “intimate? you mean-” narumi, with his eyes wide, turns back to look at you. “yeah. but i know that’s not really your thing, so…” you yawn, preparing to close your door on narumi’s face. however, narumi rushes forward, hands gripping your arms desperately. “that’s it? you’d let me fuck you tonight if it was longer?” your eyebrows quirk while your jaw goes slightly slack. you feel a tinge of tension rise around you when you see narumi’s gaze piercing through you. “narumi, i don’t think you get what i mean- and-”

“come on, then show me.”

suddenly, narumi’s face engulfs you: his messy hair brushing across your own skin as his mouth sloppily kisses you. your hands are trapped in front of him–directly over his chest–as your tongue takes in the taste of him. perhaps narumi’s letting you take the lead, although it doesn’t matter because your legs are moving back, and his are following wherever you take him.

being blind and deaf with only the senses of your intimate lust being known, it comes as a shock when the back of your calves thud against the mattress, making you flip around for narumi to be the one to lay down on your messy bed first. with a slight groan, narumi tries to sit up by your pillows when your kiss breaks apart; however, you straddle his lap, looming over narumi with a look of satisfaction.

“w-what?” narumi pants, the back of his hand wiping away the cool saliva drying all over his mouth. “enjoying?” you tease, sitting down just below his groin. “what do you…think?” you scoff out a laugh, inching yourself higher as you already know the answer. your body leans down closer to narumi, hands grazing past his sides until it reaches his neck–where you rest them as he shivers excitedly.

a soft moan manages to slip through his gritted teeth when you rub your lower body against his excruciatingly slow; narumi’s eyes wander down to where he sees his bulging erection getting covered by each mundane thrust of your clothed hips. unexpectedly, it overwhelms narumi–not once has he ever taken in such a sight of this view so unhurriedly. the repetitive scene of his needy dick getting humped leisurely by your warm lap has his ears ringing.

narumi’s hands reach down to your spread-out thighs, ironically trying to get you to slow down. “too fast?” you lighten your weight, bringing your hand up to comb narumi’s bangs higher up. however, when he realizes that you’re enticed with his flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes, he dares not look at your close bodies anymore. “hah! if you keep going this slow i think i’ll fall asleep.” your laughter rings once more, however, when narumi takes a glimpse of you, you’re leaning closer.

“whatever you say…” you mumble before licking his mouth to open; and narumi thinks he might lose it–because your tongue is so slow. every bit of your kiss, he feels its heat scatter across his body desperately. everything is simultaneously happening all at once: under his palms, he feels your warm lap drag against his; he feels your saliva mixing with his and dripping down his chin; and he fucking feels you ache while he’s underneath you–how could he not go undone at the very second?

concluding that it’s been longer than necessary–narumi couldn’t hold on for much longer. his hips thrusts itself to meet your patient ones halfway. with the added friction and desperation it introduced, muffled breaths of moans emitted out of intertwined mouths. a little satisfied, narumi squeezes your thighs, initially begging for more.

“c’mon, we don’t have all night-” narumi complains, his forehead starting to sweat from the heat as his body finds relief when he sits up from the bed, his hands dragging up to your waist–preparing himself to satiate himself on top of you. however, with a strong hand, you knock him back down on the bed, almost making narumi whine from denial.

“you asked me to show you how to go slow, narumi.” he lazily rolls his eyes and is perhaps accompanied by murmurs laced with annoyance you can barely hear as he sinks into the soft sheets. “i mean, if you really can’t take it…” you pout, idly tapping your fingers over his chest and up until the underside of his jaw–which you feel clench in aggravation. 

“i guess you’re just not good with this sort of thing-”

“the hell! you- i can take it! do whatever you want-”

“oh?”

“oh…”

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pairing: narumi gen x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: he's always thought that anyone would do if he just wanted to find love but he realizes you're the one he wishes for, inspired by pop song by yonezu kenshi

warnings: some profanities from narumi

wc: 1300

Narumi Gen hated a lot of things, but one of his least favourites of all time was "true love". He despised when people would describe their love for another as "true love". It couldn't possibly be that serious. Just say you loved your partner. That was probably the extent feelings got to anyways— you just so happened to like each other at the same time. To him that was plenty of a feat alone, why would you have to make it sound like more than it is? For the sake of love? Ridiculous.

To him, that was truly all love was. If there was someone who liked him when he happened to like them too, that was enough. No need for years of pining, no need to get attached to some unrequited love. All that noise about love and destiny surely wasn't all that necessary.

Now, this wasn't to say that he didn't wish to find love— because he did. Like any other person, he truly wished to be loved. It was just that what he had in mind wasn't some deep pure love that'd last forever, nor was it a promise for eternity. He just wished for a light-hearted "I love you" here and there with someone he found special.

And for that, anyone would do. He'd find someone who fancied him along the way, and hopefully he'd like them back. That was all there was to it.

This meant his plan for finding his partner was sitting around and waiting. As horribly lame as that sounded, because he was Narumi Gen, this wasn't that hopeless of a plan. So, that's what he did. He'd go around saving people and doing his duties (to the absolute bare minimum) while making sure he was constantly trending, hoping that one day, someone would like him.

Today he was standing around for a solid five extra minutes after he defeated the honju with ease, hoping the media would snap some nice pictures of him, or he'd finally charm someone this time.

"Captain, you ought to stop that," you said. "It's rather embarrassing, you look desperate now."

"Oh, would you shut up," he said. "You're ruining my good name!"

You snorted. "What good name," you scoffed.

"I'm starting to think its your fault I'm not charming anyone. Perhaps if you didn't stop me every time, someone would have found me by now," he said.

"Yeah, right. Captain Ashiro seems to be having no issues charming people and I've never seen her try to," you said.

"You little shit," he said.

"Besides they're going to be utterly disappointed if they think this is what you're like and then they find out what you're… actually like," you said, and he was starting to think you wanted him to fire you. "It's okay. Someone will see how you're actually lovely at times soon."

"What?" he asked, shocked by what you said.

"What?" you replied, confused.

"You— you said lovely," he said quietly. Suddenly he felt flustered.

"Oh," you said, looking away and avoiding eye contact. It wasn't like you didn't mean to say that, but you didn't think it was that big of a deal. Rather, how flustered he sounded took you by surprise. “Well, you’re a little lame but you’re a good guy. Like you pretend you only do it for the media, but I know you’re always checking the alleyways that don’t have as much surveillance just in case, and checking alleyways isn’t something a captain has to do. And we both know the media isn’t writing about anything you do there. Things like that.”

“You never know!” he said, and you snorted.

“Alright then,” you said. “You do you, Captain.”

“I will!” he said back, trying to sound proud.

A week had passed and here he was, doing what he always did after arriving fashionably late to the scene and taking all the kaiju out in a matter of minutes: standing around trying to look good. Because he wanted love, and anyone would do. Anyone who liked him was supposed to do.

...

And yet he wished for you.

He wished that when he woke up, the first thing he would see was you. He wished that you'd smile at him everyday with love and genuine joy the way you did to others, and he wished that you’d smile that way to him alone. He wished that after a long day, he was the one you came home to. He wished from the bottom of his heart that you would always be safe and no harm would ever come your way. He wished that your days were filled with laughter and smiles and he knew he would risk his life to protect that.

It was so unlike him in a way he absolutely hated. True love was supposed to be nonsense and someone being ‘the one’ was supposed to be some dramatic line in a movie. It upset him, that he was so utterly fond of you. Yet, no matter how much it upset him, it didn't change the fact that he was, and he couldn't deny it anymore after trying to ignore it for the full week.

So here he was, acting stupid again, hoping that you’d scold him again or tell him he’s embarrassing himself, because that’s what it’s come down to. He just wanted another reason to talk to you.

But you wouldn’t come to stop him after 10 whole minutes.

“Why aren’t you stopping me?” he asked, irritated.

“Pardon?” you asked, utterly confused.

“Why aren’t you telling me to stop?” he asked again. He was aware how silly he sounded, but he was pissed off that you meant so much to him so he had to take it out on you.

“Because you told me to stop last time??” you replied. “I thought you were going to keep this up until you found yourself a partner.”

“You’re the one who told me to find someone that saw how I was…. lovely…. at times,” he said, but said the lovely very quietly. Remembering that you had described him as lovely made his cheeks burn and he’d rather die than let you see that.

“I mean, yeah. I do think you should,” you said.

“Don’t you notice, though?” he asked quietly, avoiding eye contact. There was a moment of silence.

“I do,” you said, and immediately he looked up to face you. You had a grin on your face and you looked so proud— you looked like you had won a game. Oh, how he hated you.

“You’re so annoying,” he said, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Rich coming from you,” you said.

“So, do you—,” he started to yell before cutting himself off. Carefully, he tried again. “Would you please… uh… be mine…?”

Oh, this is so embarrassing, he thought. Perhaps you’d laugh at him, but he wanted to do this properly, or at the very least try to. He’d be far more than just stupid to mess this up now. He was finally in love.

But your laughter never came. When he looked up your eyes were wide and you looked so flustered, but soon you had the most beautiful smile on your face.

“I would absolutely love to,” you said.

So he kissed you right then and there, because there was nothing he wanted to do more at the moment.

He laughed a little.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“No, nothing,” he said.

There was no way just anyone would do— it had to be you.

short itoshi brothers babble

i’ve been thinking about this for a while now and could sae saying “don’t use me as your reason to play football ever again.” imply him feeling disappointed in himself for failing rin as an older brother?

sae has shown that growing up, he was always there for rin both in and out of soccer cases—he’s really a big brother :(( so i’m placing a guess that sae failing and letting go of his and rin’s dream of becoming the world’s best strikers really made him believe that if rin continues to follow his footsteps—like what rin has always done—rin might end up failing, too. and because i refuse to believe that sae just threw away his big bro heart so stupidly like that!! i really think sae, as rin’s big brother, wants the best for rin: so he doesn’t want rin to end up in such a shithole like him. but these brothers don’t know how to convey anything well…🥹

also, how brutal was it for sae to once be saying how rin’s his little brother and how he’s rin’s big bro so innocently only for it to be so laced with malice when they got older ueue

everytime i try and do a multi-part fic i randomly get so busy that i forget about it nahh

i would already slaped him ngl