Silly Literature

V had too much fun with Takemura. Her devious grin told him he was in for another rough stakeout. One filled with puns, bad take out, and sprinkled in flirtation. He really couldn’t tell what was worse. Their recon for the parade was critical, they needed to be ready for anything.

But the parade wasn’t for a while yet. Wakako had given them information that made their lives much easier. Mostly what they needed to do was wait and V was not willing to let this time go to waste.

Every minute of the day, every second was another opportunity. It was up to V if she would take advantage of Takemura’s low tolerance. If he was honest, her jokes made the days go faster and provided a distraction from his growing stress. However, Takemura was not about to let V believe for one second she had gotten to him.

V had, of course, got through to him. They spent days together just waiting for their moment. While he was usually off trying to prepare alone, he did find himself slowly gravitating towards V’s company. His attempt to convince Oda was a failure, one V surprisingly didn’t prod him about. He was thankful for that, he had been certain she wouldn’t let him live it down. Especially when V called on Wakako and said fixer actually helped them... in her own way.

This meant that V had been more successful in getting them to their goal than Takemura. She had prepared more, brought him supplies even, and lastly remained entirely relaxed about it. She was loose, confident. Initially, Takemura viewed this as arrogance and ignorance. Now he came to understand it was from experience. V was entirely confident in her ability to perform because she had done it so many times before.

He grew to respect her and, as much as it annoyed him, like her presence. This happened before he realized it was happening. Begrudgingly he accepted it as fact. Takemura actually liked this mercenary.

She had a mouth on her too. At one point she was disguised like a BD girl to get into a VIP club. “Like what you see?” V grinned, “You can look, I don’t mind.”

Again, she met with him at a market. She brought him food and sat with him. The entire time her eyes kept wandering down to his shirt as she bit her lip. The first few buttons were undone and she admired the exposed cybernetics and skin. That gleam in her eye told him exactly what she was thinking about. In response, Takemura buttoned the shirt. “Aww, come on. I had dinner and a show, now I just have dinner... and it’s not even good.” She pouted as he shook his head.

A few days later they were together waiting for Oda. Takemura leaned on the concrete divider, V coming up close and hopped up to sit on the divider within inches of him. He was a bit bothered by his personal space being invaded but ignored it. Until V leaned over to him. “It’s a nice cool night, huh?” Her tone was low, smooth. He mostly ignored the question, just faintly nodding just to appease her. “Gonna be a cold night, but I’m sure we can warm each other up...”

Oda showed up, spoke to them, denied their request for an audience with Hanako, and left. Takemura was frustrated but was already thinking of another plan. V stood beside him, glancing between Oda’s retreating vehicle and Takemura. She shrugged, “So... your place or mine?” Takemura just closed his eyes and sighed.

When they were staking out Arasaka Industrial Park, V took every opportunity she had. She bumped him playfully with her arm, she patted him on the shoulder, leaned on him when he leaned on the railing. He really could not get V to stop touching him. Instead, he acted like he didn’t even notice.

As it turned to night, they ate take out and waited for their moment to break in. V turned in her seat towards him, “We’re all alone up here. Not a single person within earshot...” She rested her elbows on her knees, “Wanna have some fun?”

Takemura had to fight to swallow his food. He always hated this food anyway, but still. He composed himself and stood up, trying to gloss over her proposition entirely. Her jokes had been jokes, but this was perhaps more explicit than he expected. V watched him go, amused by how obviously alarmed he was by the comment. She left it alone, for now, a sly grin on her face.

Once she broke into the Arasaka base, Takemura was helpless against her constant attack. She was sneaking through the base without setting off a single alarm, completely unbothered.

Takemura on the other hand was tense as he could be. He didn’t know how good V was at this, he relied heavily on her abilities right now. This included V’s ability to make inappropriate jokes during the mission.

“Kuso. We must beware of that mech.” He hadn’t seen it before, but it was guarding V’s way in. One wrong move and it could tear straight through their plan. He failed to account for V’s ingenuity though. Less than two minutes later, V was passed it.

“I’m in and they’ve got no clue.” He could hear the smirk in her voice. Ever proud of her work.

For once, Takemura agreed. The guarded entrance she just snuck through really was a testament to her skill. “Good work.”

He regretted it instantly when he heard her hum over their connection. “My my, was that a compliment?” V briefly chuckled, “Say it again.”

“No,” Takemura responded immediately. She was really testing his patience by flirting with him while sneaking through Arasaka Industrial. “Stay focused.”

He really didn’t know why he even said a word to her. At this point, anything he said would be turned around on him. “Yes sir~ I like it when you tell me what to do.” It took everything he had not to chastise her. Knowing V she would make him regret it even more.

There was no way out of V’s teasing. No way to escape her wandering eye or her unashamed attraction. She wanted him to see her gazing at him, she liked watching his reactions. The more she did it, the more graphic her comments, the more Takemura couldn’t resist chastising her behavior.

“I’ve been pretty bad, huh?” V was back to it, not missing a beat. “I guess you’ll have to do something about it...”

What a mistake that turned out to be.

Then came the day before the parade. Recon had gone rather smoothly since they had the information from Wakako. V brought food, sat with Takemura, and for the most part just enjoyed each other's company. Until, of course, V couldn’t resist prodding him for more.

He gave her a sidelong look as he took another bite. She had finished hers and was just looking out across the bridges, every now and then turning to look at him. V gave him a smirk and a wink, her eyes wandering over him again. “Gonna’ be a long night before the parade starts...”

Pushing the plate away, he got up from the food stall and began heading to his position for the parade. V close behind him, shifting through the growing crowd. He could feel V staring at his back. The woman was insatiable. “Where are you taking me?” She caught up to his side, her arm snaking under his.

Before he might pull away, he had grown used to her touch. “I am not taking you anywhere. I am going to prepare.”

V pulled closer to him which was different. He looked down at her with a questioning, and disapproving, look. “I can help you prepare.” She grinned deviously, “It’s always good to relieve some stress before going on a dangerous mission.”

He didn’t reply but did try to straighten himself up. So V doubled down, “I usually just take care of myself, but I’d be okay if you need some help.” Takemura briefly thought of what she meant before the mental image presented itself. “I always think of you anyway.”

Takemura had enough, he had spent weeks listening to her. She tested him every time they were together. It felt like something finally snapped in his head.

Unaware of this, V was content leaving him be to do whatever he needed to do. Just as she let go of his arm to leave, he grabbed hers. It was unlike him to be so hands-on, the suddenness surprised V as she hurried to keep up with his pace.

He still took the path to his designated position but had no intentions of reaching it. They passed in between the mega complexes into a darkened alley. Not far beyond this was a treacherous path across old grates to his watch position. He wouldn’t drag her that far.

V was beyond puzzled at this point. Her usual confident demeanor was a bit shaken though she still tried to take a few shots at him. “Ooh, being rough are we?” The slight shake in her voice was involuntary. She looked around their surroundings as she was pulled deeper into the alleys. “It’s out of sight, but I think we can do better-”

Takemura pulled her around a corner, in front of him, both hands on each of her upper arms. Her back pressed against the alley wall as he descended on her. She barely had a moment to think before she felt his lips on hers, his body pressing into hers. Her eyes were wide with shock. Her flirtations were always serious, she did have a real affection for him, but she doubted he ever would.

Once she registered what was going on, she returned the kiss in a daze. He pulled back to let her breathe, leaving her head spinning. His hands gripped her waist and pressed her more to him. “Do you want better or now?” Their faces an inch from each other, their breath steadily growing heavier.

“Now.” V agreed excitedly, a smile flashing across her face. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, lifting herself to kiss him again.

Through the heated kiss, V’s eyes opened and she pulled away. “But... there are people nearby.” She turned her head towards the corner of the alley. “They could hear us.”

His hand came up and turned her face back to him. “Then stay quiet.” It was a bit of revenge for certain. V caught on and glared at him with a smile on her face.

He pressed her against the alley wall, bringing her face back to his to spark another passionate kiss. They were rather rushed, feeling the pressure of being caught in the act. The tension between them had built to a point where they both sloppily hurried for relief.

V wanted this man for a while, her sights were set on him and him alone. What she failed to realize was Takemura stealing glances at her when she wasn’t looking. There was no denying V was an attractive woman, but there was more there than shallow lust. Respect and admiration for each other had grown, they worked together effortlessly. There was something unique about this and something that brought them closer together.

As much as V wanted him, Takemura wanted her more. As his grip tightened on her, holding her against him, she could feel just how badly he wanted her. She smiled knowingly through their heated kiss, finally understanding how Takemura felt.

A hand remained on the back of his neck, the other roaming freely down his chest. Her fingers dancing between the cybernetics of his collar. How she always wanted to touch him, to feel his skin and the intermittent smoothness of metal. He let her feel whatever she wanted, he sought pleasure both for himself and her. Her admiring his body felt pleasurable, he wanted her to touch him more.

His excitement grew as he felt her hand grip his shirt, pulling it up so her hand could reach his bare skin. His response was instantaneous, a growl in his throat accented by the cybernetics on his neck. V noted how rougher he grew the second her hand pressed against him.

She raked her nailed down his abdomen, relishing how his hands squeezed her that much tighter. The more she explored, the more his breath grew ragged. Unbeknownst to him, this was a sign to V that he had something there. Her trailing the defined muscle, the cybernetics, under his shirt. Her other hand appreciating the cybernetics on the back of his neck and head, before digging and pulling on his hair.

He had a kink and perhaps one he was unaware of. As she appreciated his body, he would respond unknowingly. A slight groan, his body tensing, the kiss turning rougher.

Takemura took her exploration of him as an invitation to do the same to her. The moment the palms of his hands touched the soft skin of her stomach he knew he couldn’t stop. His hands slid across her skin feeling as much of her as he could only stopping to hold her to him.

He had no intentions of stopping at heavy petting and a heated make-out session though. He broke the kiss, trailing down her jaw to her neck. Her breath hitched, her nails dug into him as her back arched. Spurred on, Takemura took the initiative to take that next step.

Pulling away, he gripped her waist and spun her around. Surprised, she barely managed to brace her hands against the wall before Takemura pressed against her back. He took her hands and positioned them on the wall better. Then ran his hands up her arms, one hand pulling her hair to the side before joining the other gripping her hips. His mouth returned to her neck, his hands holding her hips with an almost bruising grip as he grinded her against him.

She bit her lip trying to stay quiet. He was all over her, by the time he reached the button of her jeans she almost moaned out loud. How desperately she wanted him, she could feel her heart pounding. Roughly he grabbed her waistband, jostling her as he admired the newly bared skin.

His hands ran over her, cupping her ass tightly. She heard that same growl from him, sending a sudden spark of pleasure through her. Takemura reached around her, his hand dipping between her thighs to her sex. His other sliding under her shirt to paw at her breast. She was impressed by his boldness, he was not looking to waste any time here. She had only a second to enjoy that before she felt his fingers enter her.

She tensed at the feeling, his fingers stretching her entrance. Unable to reciprocate, V groaned in frustration. Takemura removed his hand from her breast to cover her mouth. “Remember, quiet.” V nodded hastily, but he didn’t remove his hand from her mouth.

He did withdraw the other from inside her to undo his own belt. She heard the rustling of metal and leather, making her anxious to feel him. Just the thought of it made her arch into him and moan softly into his hand.

Having her aching for his touch filled his head with ideas. For another time when they were in a private space, he would act on those. For now, he satisfied her yearning and his by pressing his erection between her thighs. V was trembling in anticipation, the ache in her core had to be satiated now.

Takemura was feeling impatient as well. Gripping her hip he slammed his hips into her with one hard thrust. V couldn’t hold back her cry of relief to feel him filling her. He couldn’t either, his groans matching her breathless moaning. His body aching for his release.

He didn’t wait for her to adjust before he thrust into her again. The need to feel her around him had built up for too long. To finally feel her here, deep inside her, he didn’t have the willpower to hold back.

With each hard thrust, he listened to her muffled moans. He slammed her hips back into him, careful to balance his strength to not hurt her. The incredible relief washing over him as he felt her tighten around was addicting. He kissed the back of her neck to the side, barely reaching her jaw just under her ear.

The sound of his hips meeting her ass, the rustling of clothing, and restricted moans drowned out the rest of the world. They both knew this would not be the last time they had together, their attraction now out in the open. V’s moaning was the only thing he could hear and he wanted to hear more of it.

He dropped his hand from her mouth and trailed it down between her legs. V tensed at his touch, overstimulated and struggling not to just cry out her pleasure.

“Goro,” V whined lowly, her legs beginning to shake. “Harder-”

Not what he expected, but more than welcome. Takemura applied just a bit more, still worried about actually harming her. Cybernetics made it difficult to find the line between comfortable pressure and crushing strength. Once she seemed pleased her head lolled back beside his, hair falling over his shoulder. Her moans caught in her throat.

He grunted lowly into her neck and shoulder as he worked himself inside her. She felt so thoroughly full with him, his size perfectly stretching her. For him, she was unbelievably tight. Takemura’s thrusts were rough; impatient passion seeking immediate satisfaction driven by V’s constant teasing. How badly he wanted this, how hard he worked to resist the impulse to do what he lusted for.

V was reeling from his roughness. She felt every throb inside her and his heavy breath on her neck sent shivers through her. He knew just what to do, how to pleasure her. His fingers deftly stimulating her faster to her release. He left no inch of her skin untouched.

Strands of his hair fell from the tight topknot, his eyes closed. He felt intoxicated by her body, the smoothness of her skin. The more he listened to her moans, her crying his name under her breath, he could feel himself losing control.

He was quickly approaching his climax, his thrusts failing to keep the rhythm. His quiet huffs of pleasure turned into quiet breathless moans. Tense, he willed himself to last just a bit longer. Long enough to satisfy V. It didn’t take long before he heard her those whimpering cries.

“Yes, yes- Don’t stop! I-” V’s breath hitched, reminding herself to stay quiet. She bit her lip hard, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. She lacked his resilience. As she hit her orgasm she moaned loudly, “Yes, oh god- Goro!” Her climax was loud, her core tightened around him as she gasped.

Takemura gripped her hips with both hands and drove himself inside her as hard as he could manage. Each thrust causing V to cry out without him about to quiet her.

He tensed with one hard thrust into her, his body pressing her into the wall as he came inside her. The heated tension between them finally released in one explosive rough fuck in an alley.

Takemura let out a deep breath, panting with her as they relaxed in the afterglow. The unexpected tryst was what they both wanted for so long it took them time to recover from it.

“That was... perfect.” V broke the silence, her head leaning on his.

They composed themselves after a moment, their clothing straightened out. V stumbled on her feet somewhat, her legs threatening to give out. Takemura helped steady her, noting how she was favoring her hips as she tightened her belt.

It felt awkward to speak, he had no intentions before of taking her into a back alley for this. It was not an ideal spot, in his mind, it was not right. Some guilt crept in as he realized he had taken her into this dark alley like some joytoy off the street. The act seemed insulting to her, V was worth far more than that to him.

Takemura clenched his jaw as V looked at him. “What’s wrong?” She raised a brow, still somewhat lightheaded.

"Too rough, are you alright?" His genuine concern for her brought a smile to her face. She knew there would be some bruising tomorrow and she loved it.

V licked her lips, "You weren't too rough, don't worry." She waved off his concerns though he still thought about them.

“Wrong place, should not have been here.” He admitted, feeling a bit more open in their shared haze. “Not appropriate.”

With a shrug, V placed a hand on his chest. “Guess we’ll just have to try again.” The sultry look she gave him, the same look when she teased him. “I have a pretty cozy apartment... What do you think?”

Not like he’d turn down the offer. Up until now, he had resisted quite well, but that ship had long since sailed. “Yes. I think that would be more fitting.”