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You know that he wants something. Gen Narumi only calls you up like this when he wants something. He’s the Captain of the First Division Defense Force and he’s a lazy motherfucker when he’s not busy killing kaiju. But you’ve been friends since forever so you’re used to it by now.
“What, Narumi?” You answer the phone sounding less than thrilled. “You know I’m working so this’d better be good,” you say.
"Heey,” Narumi pitches his voice accordingly. Now you’re sure that he wants something. “I need a favor,” he says.
“Ugh. How’d I know?” You switch the phone over to your other ear while you get on your motorbike. Traffic is starting to pick up. It’s late in the evening but that apparently doesn’t matter. There’s construction going on all over the city due to the recent kaiju attacks, causing congestion at all hours of the day.
“Y/N? You still there?” whines Narumi.
“Look, just because I work in food service doesn’t mean you get free meals whenever you want!”
There’s a submissive silence from him and you fall for it like always. Fuck. You know he must be hungry, and trying to bum a late night dinner off of you. Typical.
“Alright, you bozo,” you bark into the receiver. “I’ll bring you something. But you’d better clean up your place before I get there or else!”
"Mhm, ‘kay,” Narumi hums dismissively. “See you soon~" Then he hangs up on you.
That Narumi…
He can be a real narcissistic asshole sometimes. But what can you say? You still love the guy.
It’s a good thing he’s not a picky eater. He’ll eat just about anything you put in front of him in fact. You stop at a local fast food joint not far from the Base and pick up a high calorie meal for him, a burger and fries. Call it intuition but you kind of already predicted he’d call you tonight. Narumi always gets snacky on days when he’s called to action. That’s also coincidentally when you’re at your busiest—countless hungry citizens sheltering in place while you’ve got work to do. But you’re a sucker when it comes to Narumi. He’s Japan’s strongest after all. And your best friend.
What’s with you getting all sentimental all of a sudden?
You speed over to Aritake Maritime Base where the First Division Defense Force is located. The campus is huge, it’s the largest one in Japan, but you know your way around by now. You’re a regular, a frequent flier. You visit so often that you have your very own security clearance and everything—even though you’re not technically on the Force. Narumi tends to bend the law a little when it comes to you. You have quite the give and take relationship actually now that you think about it.
Entering the officer living quarters, you make your way through its deserted halls and up the elevator to the third floor. There, you find Narumi’s apartment. It’s the second one on the right. You knock softly on the solid wood door, a gentle rap of two knuckles so that he knows it’s you.
"It's open!" shouts Narumi from inside. He sounds flustered.
“Narumi?” You let yourself in with added caution and see the man quickly popping on a t-shirt. You avert your gaze at once, slipping out of your shoes and that’s when you notice the state of his apartment. It’s in utter disarray. “Oh what the hell, Narumi?”
“…What?” he moans.
There’s discarded clothing and old snack wrappers strewn about, boxes that have yet to be recycled. He clearly hadn’t even bothered picking up the place. Likely too busy playing video games.
“Come on. I asked you to do one thing.” You sigh with exhaustion, regarding Narumi. The man chooses to ignore you.
"What’d’ya get me? Huh?” he says, going straight for the to-go bag you’ve got behind your back.
“Hold it!”
“Heyyy…”
You’d placed your hand firmly on Narumi’s broad chest, stopping him in place. He is much taller and stronger than you of course and can easily overpower you if he wanted. But he knows his place, especially when you’re annoyed like you are now.
“Aw, c’mon. Don’t be a bitch. I’m starving here…” he whines.
“Your place is disgusting!”
“So? Mehhh, no fair! Gimme! Gimme now!” Narumi whines some more when you hold his food away, out of reach.
“I thought you said you were gonna tidy,” you say.
“Hmph,” pouts Narumi. "I was going to, but I ran out of time and...” he trails off, looking sheepish all of a sudden. "You know how it is. C’mon have a heart." He tries to grab the bag again, but you're faster.
“No dinner until you’ve done your chores. I mean it. Seriously, Narumi, your place is a pig sty!” you say with disgust.
“Ugh,” Narumi groans. He walks off to have a small tantrum. You watch, mildly amused to see him flop down dramatically onto his futon bed in the middle of the living room. "Alright! Fine, okay!” he says after some seconds spent moping. “I'll clean up." He reluctantly starts gathering up the clothes that are on the floor, muttering under his breath.
More or less pleased, you help Narumi break down all the empty cardboard boxes. Then you clear the kitchen table—carefully transferring his half-assembled Gundom figures over to the bedroom which Narumi uses for storage.
Walking past his bathroom, you’ll idly notice how steamy it is in there and that the fan is running. You crack open a window to air out the place, letting in a pleasant breeze. It’s a warm July evening. The sky is clear and the moon is full. If you listen carefully, you can even hear the waves crashing on the shore just past the training field not far away. Then you begin reminiscing about how this could’ve been your life had you chosen a different path ten years ago.
“—in damages. The devastation still leaves thousands homeless after—”
Narumi had put on the News.
You turn and find him seated on his futon bed, helping himself to a fistful of fries.
“What? They were gonna get cold,” he says to the admonishing look you’re giving him.
You sit with Narumi and watch the latest coverage of today’s kaiju attack in the bay. You know Narumi is only interested in seeing whether or not he’s mentioned. He’s got a tremendous ego.
You watch as he unwraps his quarter pounder and takes a big bite. He chews rudely, getting sauce on his chin which he then licks up. He doesn’t even realize your attention is on him. His eyes stay glued to the TV screen. You turn yours there too eventually, foreign feelings brewing in the pit of your stomach. When the broadcast shows footage of Narumi engaging in battle against a massive kaiju, he swells with pride.
"Yes! There we go! Now we’re talking!” he says. “That’s sure to get my ratings up.” Narumi whips out his phone and starts scrolling through his DM’s.
The man can be so obsessed with his public image it’s pathetic. Nevertheless, you smile at him sidelong. He’s always been this way though, you realize, ever since you were kids. He’s so eager for praise and recognition wherever he can get it. You’ve learned to tolerate this superficial behavior by now. But the more you look at Narumi, the more you start to see him as not only your closest friend but also as a man. An incredibly handsome one at that... You notice that his hair is slightly damp. It frames his eyes in straight bars of black, pink underlights peaking through. He must’ve taken a shower not long after getting off the phone with you. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t had time to pick up the place. He was too caught up in making himself presentable. For you.
“Hey, uh, Narumi?” you say quietly.
“Mm?” Narumi turns to you, his cheeks full.
You could laugh at how ridiculous he looks, but this is serious. What you’re about to ask him takes a lot of courage. Especially from you.
“Can I possibly… crash here for a while? My place is still…” You look back to the TV, slightly embarrassed to ask even the smallest of favors from anyone.
But Narumi doesn’t skip a beat. He swallows and says, "Of course you can." His voice is soft here, tender almost. You weren't expecting it from him. It catches you so off guard you were only half listening to him when Narumi goes on to say that he was wondering how long it was going to take for you to ask. It had been weeks since you lost your home and all your belongings in that last big daikaiju attack.
“Well?” Narumi takes another bite of his burger gazing at you expectantly from beneath that long fringe.
“Narumi, I…”
“The spare room is all yours if you want it,” he interrupts, talking with his mouth full.
“…Thanks.” You shift onto your hip. “You know despite the mess, your place is only slightly better than the shelter. Just saying.” You give him a cheeky smile and Narumi grins back at you, and flips his hair out of his face.
“You know you love me~” he teases. You let it slide for now.
Narumi finishes up his burger and wipes his hands on his sweats before reaching for the remote and turning off the TV.
"Anyway,” Narumi says. “I’m sorry about what happened to your apartment. That really sucks on ice.”
You lower your gaze. Of course you’ve talked about this with him before, right after it happened. He called to make sure you were okay. Narumi isn’t always a pompous asshole. He can be a nice guy, a good listener too when it matters. He’d already consoled you when you freaked out about losing all your precious family photos. Narumi pulled some strings and was able to retrieve some high resolution CCTV snapshots of you and your parents back when they were still alive—enjoying breakfast together outside a popular café, the three of you laughing and smiling.
Narumi leans back against a pillow, stretching his arms above his head. "You want the rest of my fries?" he asks. “I’m stuffed.”
You glance at the greasy bag on the floor.
“No, I’m alright,” you say, now distracted by how Narumi is scratching his stomach underneath his wrinkled t-shirt, giving you a peak of his abs there. It’s no surprise that the man is built like a fucking olympic athlete. Then you remember something.
“So I watched the live coverage of you taking down that kaiju today,” you tell him.
“Mm, yeah?” Narumi grins, mindlessly fingering a mole there on his stomach.
“Y-yeah…” you falter. “You were so fast… and, and uh…”
Narumi had caught you staring and has since pulled up his shirt a little higher, teasing you by flashing you a nipple. Cocky slut. He shoots a wink your way and says, "You see? This is what years of training’ll getcha~"
You face away from him, abashed and feeling the tension thicken. Sexual and otherwise.
Narumi had wanted you to join the Defense Force back when you were both teenagers. But it wasn’t a good time for you. You were hellbent on getting your degree, ambitious and goal-oriented. Of course, Narumi understood you wanted to go to university but you couldn’t help but feel his disappointment. Especially now that you’ve since dropped out, abandoning your hopes and dreams just to survive. It got to be too much after the deaths of your parents. You’ve been dealing with a lot over the years, working multiple jobs just to stay afloat. But hard work never pays off. You hardly have time to build a life for yourself. Then just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse, a few weeks ago your whole neighborhood gets demolished in a freak daikaiju attack.
“Those eyes…” you say, turning to Narumi. You're referring to his RT weapon of course, the one implanted in his head, “they let you see into the future, don’t they?”
He’d told you this in confidence. But some time ago, Narumi obtained Kaiju No. 1’s retinas. They have the power of foresight, something that's likely saved Narumi’s life and many others countless times already.
“Yep,” he says softly. “One point five seconds, to be exact."
You meet his gaze through his pink-tipped fringe. His eyes are alert, considering you. They are such a vibrant magenta color too, so pretty.
Leaning closer to Narumi, you decide to test him just out of curiosity. He doesn’t budge. You whisper, “What do you see happening one point five seconds from now?”
You see Narumi’s eyes light up with interest. He leans in, stopping just an inch or so away from your face, his cool breath ghosting over your lips as he murmurs, "You tell me." Then you see his gaze drift to your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes again. And when they do, you notice that his pupils have dilated to pink pluses. His special ability in effect.
You make your move without giving it a second thought.
Closing the distance, you press your lips to Narumi’s, kissing the man. Your heart kicks it into overdrive, adrenaline spiking your veins from doing something so spontaneous and perhaps inappropriate. But Narumi’s lips are so soft and warm, comforting. It’s unexpected. And just as unexpectedly, Narumi grabs the back of your head and returns the kiss while preventing your hasty retreat. You melt into him at once. The way Narumi kisses you, it’s gentle but firm. His sturdy hand keeps you in place as the passion grows.
His tongue sweeps along your lower lip, seeking entry. You grant it. Narumi’s other hand comes up to cup your cheek, holding you captive against his mouth for as long as he wants. And the kiss lasts for much longer than perhaps the both of you were anticipating. You’re left relatively breathless by the time Narumi breaks away.
You stare at him, eyes glazed, mind slow to comprehend exactly what just happened, what you just did with your best friend.
Narumi on the other hand looks like he wants to ravage you silly.
“Do you…?“ you both start to ask at the very same time. You look away smiling shyly and wait for Narumi to finish.
"Do you wanna maybe keep goin’?" he asks while running a hand through his hair, displacing his pink fringe slightly.
You nod affirmatively and from here you and Narumi resume making out.
You tumble to the futon mattress together, tongues wrestling with each other for dominance, hands exploring beneath layers of clothes, touching skin. You’ve got your fingers grasping Narumi’s fine, two-tone locks—slick with moisture but drying rapidly from the heat you’re both generating. You don’t question what you’re doing at all. You don’t even let yourself dwell on the why either. Both you and Narumi have your own shit going on. You’re both approaching your thirties with no romantic interest in other people whatsoever. Sometimes it just feels good to act upon certain impulses just to get a little change of perspective.
Narumi rolls to be on top of you and you let him in between your legs. He lowers his hips to yours where you can feel his hard cock through the stretchy material of his sweatpants. And you sigh in pleasure. Your hips give an involuntary twitch upward, eliciting a soft, shaky moan from Narumi. Then he grinds his pelvis down hard against you, testing your resolve. You give in at once. Narumi's sweatpants prove to be a weak and ineffective barrier between you, the thin fabric doing nothing to contain his massive erection.
You’ve since moved on from kissing. Gazes locked, you see in Narumi’s bright eyes desire and eager anticipation reflected back at you. It’s a look that reassures you of one thing. Narumi wants this. He wants to pleasure you. He wants you so badly, just as badly as you need him. Perhaps he always has.
You lose your clothes before long and each article litters the floor around you, re-cluttering Narumi’s living space. And once he’s fully naked, you’re at a loss for words at his ridiculously sculpted body.
“Goddammit, Narumi…” you whisper.
“Hehe. Like what you see?” He smirks at you. “Don’t lie. I know you’re into me. It’s written all over that pretty face.”
Ignoring his teasing, you let your eyes wander, absorbing every feature, every contour and detail presented to you as Narumi goes and switches off the overhead light. Now bathed in abundant moonlight, you see how the man’s skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat accentuating his musculature further. And his tightly packed muscles are so very appealing to the eye, not overly bulky but lean and refined from years of training and combat.
You don't stand a chance.
Narumi returns to you before long and hooks his arms underneath your thighs, pulling you literally from your daze. Your legs go around his waist, anticipating his entry. But he doesn't give it. Instead, Narumi stops and looks at you, a tenderness there in his eyes.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he murmurs softly.
Of course he does.
You just give him an unamused look. Then he starts dragging his thick cock up and down your wet center, causing you to let out a small whimper in anticipation.
"Too much for ya?" Narumi says, his arrogance showing.
You glare at him with a smile. “Not even close.”
“Mm, that’s what I like to hear…” Narumi pivots his hips and enters you, teasing you with just the fat tip of his cock. “By the way,” he says, “thanks for the food. Really hit the… spot!” His hips snap forward then, impaling you on the full length of his cock. And you cry out in alarm and pleasure, feeling him strike you deep, his thick shaft stretching out your inner walls.
It’s been a long time since you’ve indulged yourself quite like this. Sober anyway. And Narumi is such an unlikely partner too. But to your delight he knows what he’s doing. He’s got experience under his belt and it shows. Although goofy and childish at times, Narumi is serious where it counts. Such as, in the sack.
“Narumi…” you breathe.
He looks you in the eye and says, “It’s a good start but let's see how long it takes for you to scream my name."
You gasp through your teeth when Narumi starts rolling his hips in pursuit of that special spot inside. Cocky motherfucker! He’s got your ass in the palms of his hands, controlling the pace and all you can do is react. Your eyes screw shut and your mouth falls open wide when Narumi inevitably locates your weak spot.
"Ah, there it is..." he murmurs, hips rotating in that perfect way. His fingers dig into your flesh, lifting your hips a bit higher. "You like that? God. You're so fucking wet…” he says. “You gonna come? Gonna come for me? Yeah? Yeah??" He pitches his voice just right as your pussy squeezes him responsively. Then Narumi starts hammering into your core with wild abandon, thrusting hard and fast, really giving it to you like a pro. You almost can’t believe it. You’ve been friends for so long, your dynamic, nothing but platonic. Until tonight. Maybe all those kaiju attacks lately are what caused it. Or maybe it was losing your home and all your belongings that made you susceptible, able to recognize and appreciate all the people you hold close to your heart. People like Gen Narumi.
You cling to his shoulders when he crashes down upon you, grunting. You whimper and whine unabashed as Narumi pounds your pussy to a pulp, giving you orgasm after orgasm in rapid-fire succession until your toes start to cramp up from curling so much. Your sounds of pleasure only seem to energize Narumi though. His hips move faster. His perfect cock fucks you harder. His hair swishes and sways back and forth with each well-timed thrust as he rises to his arms to gaze down upon you. His eyes are sharp and searching, watching your expressions of pleasure play out beneath him. Your breasts bounce, your core muscles flex, your thighs quiver around him, and your pussy gushes with wetness—hugging his cock every time he hits your g-spot just right. Narumi takes up your legs and shoves your knees to your chest, hitting deeper.
“Fuuck, that’s so hot…!” he cries.
The eye-contact is so intense. Everything about Narumi is. He puts your legs behind your head, grinning and giving you praises you can hardly comprehend at the moment while you come and come again, drenching Narumi’s cock and balls in more of your essence. There’s a small puddle forming beneath your hips but neither of you care in the slightest right now.
Narumi doesn’t show signs of stopping either.
You switch positions and he spoons you from behind, holding you in his toned arms, hands firmly grasping your tits as he pounds into you with expert precision.
“Yeah, Y/N… god, you feel so fucking good…” he grunts in your ear.
“Yes! Oh, fuck, Narumi… fuck!”
He curls in around you, groaning and thrusting tirelessly into your hungry pussy from behind. One hand slides down to play with your clit and you let a stray moan fly. Narumi is hitting your g-spot so perfectly, you see stars with every stroke he gives you. And that clever digit rubbing circles around your clit drives you to new and exciting heights. It’s almost too much for you to handle. You can’t stop shaking, you’re sweaty and feverish, mumbling nonsense. But so is Narumi. He’s close, you realize. Panting and sweating. He rolls to face you again in missionary, slipping out for just a single moment before going back in, not missing a beat. Your eyes lock and you trust him wholeheartedly to pull out of his own accord without being told to do so. His eyes flash pink then and all your worries pass.
Narumi’s pull out game is strong.
He spends the final few seconds or so rubbing his cock against your clit until he comes shortly thereafter, coating your belly in several thick spurts of cum. Then he falls forward and collapses boneless beside you, catching his breath while you catch yours.
Shortly thereafter, Narumi turns and gathers you in his arms.
“Damn, Y/N…” he says in a daze of euphoria, “been wantin’ to do that since forever…” he chuckles. “You have no idea… how special you are to me.”
You almost don’t fully grasp his words at first. But when they finally sink in, your heart flutters in your chest and the next words leave your lips without you realizing it.
“Marry me,” you say.
“Okay,” mumbles Narumi, totally unfazed.
You look over and see his pink kaiju eyes gazing back at you lovingly, reassuring you that everything is going to work out. Especially when you have him to count on.