#izumo

pairing: genma shiranui x fem! reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

tags: mentions of combat, suggestive positions, swear words, unresolved sexual tension

synopsis: genma provokes you, you beat his shit up. oh but when you’re straddling him, threatening to break his arm – he’s exactly where he wants to be.

or in which raidō prevents others to step in to stop the fight. he knows his best friend.

wc: 0.6k

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“why does he always have to provoke her?” izumo sighed defeatedly, wincing when genma’s body hit the ground in a violent thud. “she’s so competitive.”

you had his friend pinned to the training ground, a wild fury in your eyes that only ever exploded whenever genma and his stupid little comments tipped you over the edge.

“y’think he doesn’t know that?” raidō smirked. “trust me, he’s exactly where he wants to be.”

and there he was – face half smudged in the dirt, abdomen pressed against the earth by the weight of you body straddling his lower back, his arm painfully twisted behind him, and a kunai to his neck. despite his predicament, he looked smug as ever.

“c’mon princess, you know i didn’t mean it.”

“don’t call me princess, asshole,” you snarled, tightening your grip on his twisted arm, earning a groan. “fucking choke on your toothpick.”

“that’s called a senbon– argh!”

“and that’s called a dislocated shoulder if you don’t shut the fuck up. now say it, fucking loser. do you wield?”

kotetsu’s face scrunched at the threat. he had no doubt you’d act on it – you really, really hated when someone questioned your abilities. you’d prove yourself enough during countless fights for it to never happen – except when genma decided he was in lack of your attention. which was awfully often for his health.

“should we intervene?” he throws weakly in the wind, and izumo nodded quickly.

“nah,” raidō dismissed their worries again. “he’ll kill you if you do. you’re looking at the happiest man in the village right now.”

somehow in the span of the conversation, the position had shifted. genma’s spine painfully dugged in the ground as your hips pinned him down, your hand tight against his collar, strangling him ever so slightly.

genma was smiling like a fool.

“so, princess,” you taunted, pulling his upper body by the collar. “any more comments you want to share on my skills?”

his senbon twisted as his lips stretched, a sparkle in his eyes. “why don’t we talk about it over dinner?”

genma swore your lips twitched, hiding a smile – but he had no time to relish for in a flash, you harshly pushed his torso against the ground, hands disappearing from his neck to give space to your knee pressing painfully against his chest.

now this switch meant your balance was not as stable as before, but he made no move to get out.

“shit, you look so good from this angle,” he huffed, ignoring the pressure on his thorax.

“yea?” you cocked your head to the side. “was that your plan since the beginning?”

genma loved you angry. but he loved it even more when your anger melted in this playful, slightly mean banter that set his body in fire.

wink. “always is. you know it.”

now, in his mind, you rolled your eyes, removed your knees, and pressed your lips against his in a fiery kiss. in the last decade of living with a terribly fat crush on you, most of his scenarios ended with you realizing he only riled you up because he was desperate for… well you, your touch, your attention, your words – and then with you kissing him.

did it ever end up like this? let’s just say he earned more often a visit to the doctor’s than a heartfelt confession.

he should’ve known.

“ooof-“ izumo let out as your knee plunged in his friend’s stomach, folding him in half with the blunt force of the hit.

with that, you jumped on your feet and walked away without a last glance.

raidō snorted at the scene. “ten bucks says he has a raging hard-on.”

noticing the way genma’s eyes followed religiously the sway of your hips as you stomped into town, izumo shook his head and kotetsu frowned.

“not sure i want to bet against that.”

“who knew genma sucked so bad at flirting when it comes to y/n.”

raidō’s face contorted in confusion. “bro… who didn’t know?”