I. Slow Down ; Narumi Gen.

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

narumi was always hidden away in his room. whenever he wasn't training, being dragged to meetings or saving japan, he would be locked in his bedroom—the sounds of whatever new videogame he got addicted to and his mumbling were the only things you could hear through the door.

you hated that. you hated him, more than anything, but you hated the fact that you couldn't see his fucking stupid face more often; or at least be able to say to his face that you think he looks stupid.

while you were reminiscing the time when you both were just recruits, a knock on your door woke you up from your daydreams. "come in", you said, just loud enough for the person to hear. narumi walked in, his lazy attire and messy hair didn't phase you, but your eyebrows furrowed. "captain?"

"don't—" a sigh left his lips and he rubbed the back of his neck. he left the hand there and threw his head back, you noticed his adam's apple bobbing up and down softly. "don't call me that."

you raised a eyebrow and he pouted, his red eyes squinting. "you, first division captain, don't want me to call you 'captain', captain?" you smiled when he groaned loudly, passing both of his hands through his hair. when he shot you a piercing glare, you smiled even wider. he murmured a 'forget it' and turned around, opening the door again, but you stopped him. "what do you want, gen?"

he put his hands on the pockets of his sweatpants. when he turned around again, his eyes were focused on the floor. he mumbled something, but you didn't understand it. "what?", you said, the little patience and happiness you got from messing with him seconds ago wearing out.

he mumbled something and, again, you didn't understand. "jesus christ, gen narumi, speak up!"

"can i fucking sleep here, you idiot!" his voice did a soft crack on idiot and he finally looked at you. you stared into his eyes through his fringe and you didn't see any of the anger or threat that his voice carried.

after such question, you couldn't even bring yourself to be mean.

you nodded, whispering a soft yes. he took out his switch from the pocket of his hoodie—how you didn't notice the thing there, you didn't know—and threw himself on your bed, making you scoff. "still a lazy man, gen narumi."

"you don't have to use my full name, you know? 'm your ex, not your captain."

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