#finally back

♡⃘ gn!reader, fluff, oneshot

“you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” 

eren stares at you in silent disbelief, like he has imaginary question marks above his head.

he scoffs, “you must be joking.”

pairing: gen narumi x reader smut. Characters: 3815 Authors note: this one is a bit doodoo. So don't mind that. And I'm making my sister watch kaiju no 8 with me (she liked it) :>

The door to your apartment clicked shut, and you immediately heard the familiar sounds of Gen taking his shoes off by the entrance. Another difficult battle against the kaiju had left him exhausted, and you knew exactly what he'd want to unwind.

"I'm going to play some games," he called out, already making his way to the living room.

You smiled to yourself. After every intense battle, Gen needed his gaming time to decompress. It was his ritual, and you'd grown to understand this part of him.

"I'll make us some tea," you replied, heading to the kitchen.

After changing out of your day clothes, you slipped into one of your favorite nightgowns - a soft, pale pink silk piece that fell just above your knees with delicate lace trim along the neckline and hem. It was comfortable for lounging at home, and you never really thought much about how it might look to Gen. You just liked wearing it.

When you returned to the living room with two mugs of tea, Gen was already deeply engrossed in his game, fingers flying across the controller, eyes locked on the screen. You set his mug on the coaster beside him and placed yours on the coffee table.

"Thanks," he murmured, not taking his eyes off the screen.

You settled on the couch opposite him, curling your legs beneath you as you sipped your tea. The nightgown's soft fabric brushed against your skin as you shifted positions, and you sighed contentedly.

About twenty minutes later, you stood up to stretch your legs, walking over to the window to look at the city lights. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Gen's movements on the controller had slowed slightly.

"Everything okay?" you asked, turning back to him.

"Yeah, fine," he replied, though his eyes darted from the screen to you for just a second before returning to the game.

You continued moving around the apartment, tidying up here and there, completely unaware of how the silk nightgown clung to your curves with each movement, how the lace trim hinted at what lay beneath.

When you walked past him again to grab a book from the shelf, you heard him curse under his breath as his character on screen took a hit.

"Having trouble there, Captain?" you teased lightly.

"No," he replied, a bit too quickly. "Just... distracted."

You returned to the couch, sitting closer to him this time, tucking your feet under his thigh as you opened your book. The scent of your perfume mixed with the clean scent of the nightgown fabric filled the space between you.

Gen's game character died again.

"Damn it," he muttered, tossing the controller onto the cushion beside him.

You looked up from your book. "Tough level?"

He turned to face you fully, and you finally noticed the dark intensity in his eyes, the way they roamed over your body in the nightgown.

"Baby," he said, voice low and husky. "I can't focus."

"I'm sorry, am I making too much noise?" you started to move away.

"No," he reached out and pulled you closer, his hands tracing the silk of your nightgown. "You're not making noise. You're just... existing in that thing while I'm trying to save the world from digital monsters."

You laughed softly. "I didn't realize my pajamas had such destructive powers."

"They do when they look like that," he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss against your neck. "And smell like you."

His hands moved from your hips to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. The controller was forgotten on the couch as his attention shifted entirely to you.

"Gen," you protested weakly, "I thought you wanted to play your game."

"I do," he admitted against your skin. "But I can't concentrate until I've had you." His lips moved to your jawline, then to your ear. "Please, baby? Just come here and ride me so after that I can finally pay attention to my game."

You felt a warmth spreading through your body at his words. The desperation in his voice, the way his hands gripped your hips - it was all so intoxicating.

"You're begging now, Captain Narumi?" you teased, though you were already melting against him.

"Whatever it takes," he replied, nipping at your earlobe. "I need you, and then I need to beat this level. In that order."

You smiled, leaning in to capture his lips in a deep kiss. His hands roamed over your back, tracing the line of your spine through the silk before moving lower to cup your ass.

"Alright," you whispered against his mouth. "But you owe me. If I help you now, you're helping me with something later."

"Anything," he promised, already lifting the hem of your nightgown. "Just... ride me, baby. Please."

You shifted position, straddling him properly as he freed himself from his pants. The anticipation built between you as he positioned himself at your entrance. You were already wet from his attention, from the desire evident in his eyes.

Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, both of you gasping at the sensation. After adjusting, You began to move, setting a rhythm that had Gen gripping your hips, his head falling back against the couch.

"Fuck," he breathed, eyes closed. "Just like that."

You rode him steadily, the silk of your nightgown brushing against his chest with each movement. His hands roamed your body, squeezing and caressing as you picked up the pace.

"Gen," you moaned, leaning forward to kiss him again.

He responded eagerly, one hand moving to tangle in your hair while the other gripped your hip, guiding your movements. The game was completely forgotten now, his world narrowed to just you and the pleasure building between you.

When you felt him getting close, you shifted slightly, changing the angle just enough to make him gasp.

"Baby, don't stop," he pleaded, his voice strained with need.

You didn't, increasing your pace until he cried out, his body tensing beneath you as he found his release. You followed soon after, waves of pleasure washing over you as you collapsed against his chest.

For a moment, you both just breathed heavily, tangled together on the couch. The silk of your nightgown was damp with sweat, sticking to your skin in the most delicious way.

Finally, Gen stirred, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Thank you," he murmured.

"You're welcome," you replied, nuzzling against his neck.

He gently helped you off his lap, tucking himself back into his pants before adjusting your nightgown. "Now," he said, picking up the controller again with a grin. "I can finally beat this level."

You watched as he turned his attention back to the screen, fingers once again flying across the buttons. But this time, he kept one arm wrapped around you, pulling you close against his side.

And as you settled in to watch him play, you thought that maybe gaming interruptions weren't so bad after all.

TRIVIA OFF!!!! (10(1)/11)