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a comment!fic meme
▸ comment with your username
▸ your friends or complete strangers who creep on you ok will reply with a character/pairing from one of your fandoms and some sort of prompt
▸ your fic based on the prompt can be as long as short as you want it, but try to write something
▸ this meme brought to you by my writer's ( Read more... )
There was some things Nanako didn't know about the workings of their family. Souji had long ago discovered, as much as he loved and thought his cousin mature, she had no reason to know that 'busy' usually translated to 'drinking with Adachi'. For a female rookie, Adachi had climbed the ranks quickly, which, Souji figured was do to... favors on the side. (Which he needed some major brain bleach for- He did not want to imagine his uncle having sex, no matter how hot Adachi was.)
It was a rainy night, and Souji was up watching TV, Nanako put to bed about twenty minutes earlier. Just as the late night news flickered on, the front door opened (from the sounds of it, with a key) to Adachi holding up his uncle, who was, of course, passed out. He was dully surprised she was able to hold him with her tiny frame, but she effortlessly brushed passed him, setting Dojima on the couch. He turned around, craning his neck to see the sight behind him. Adachi shook her head, running a hand through her long, black hair. She crossed her arms over her chest, giving a slight giggle. Only then did she notice Souji.
Adachi was... off, to say the least. She was naive and displayed the clear signs of a lost rookie, but she, especially in front of Souji, made it a point to make deliberately off-color remarks. She displayed intelligent, a resolve that most of the force probably had no clue about. And in a way, it was fascinating. Deeply, oddly fascinating. Her eyes found him, and a smile creased her lips.
"Don't you have school tomorrow?" She took steps closer to him, taking the remote from his hands and clicking the TV off. "I bring home your Dad after a few too many, and I have to take care of you, too?" She laughed, innocence returning to her eyes. "Well, I guess I don't mind..."
Souji turned his head to the side, giving a slight look of confusion as she knelt down, bracing one hand on the table, the other reaching out to his face. He recoiled, muscles tensing. Well, this certainly was new...
"You're the next best thing, after all," she smirked, going in for a crushing kiss. He froze, positing to pull away, but she just tugged him back in, muttering against his jawline. "Don't run. You might like this."
And for some reason, he listened. It's not like he hadn't turned a blind eye to her... quirks before, and now wasn't the time to start. Her lips searched his fervently as he peeked over her head, staring at his uncle, still fast asleep. Three feet away. Cautiously, he closed his eyes, returning something other than just his petrified shock.
She broke apart for air just a moment, and he took the opportunity to open his eyes, seeing her unbuttoning the last button on her suit, shimmying it off of her shoulders and on to the floor by the couch. He was so close, and she thought it appropriate to start undressing in the middle of the living room? She inched closer and he did as well, her hands still struggling with getting her shirt over her head, farther tangling her already messy black hair.
"Adachi..." he warned, vaguely gesturing to the couch with his head. Her eyes flickered back for a moment, and she just shrugged.
"He won't wake up," she shrugged, reaching back for the clasps on her bra. "This won't take long, right? I still have work to do at the station. There is a murder case going on." She seemed to find this highly amusing, while Souji just blinked, watching her gaze find him again, eyes shining.
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"Hurry, then," she threw her bra to the floor, taking his wrists and guiding his hands to her chest. He hitched his breath, resting his fingertips over the flesh while she kissed him again, harder this time. She reached over to the buttons of his shirt, tugging it off impatiently, and he broke away momentarily to pull it the rest of the way off, trying to quell his racing heart. He fell to the ground and he crawled over her, straddling her knees across his thighs. "Undo my skirt." He did so, her hands soon finding the zipper to his jeans, haphazardly undoing it to stick a hand past the elastic of his boxers, diving in.
He arched his back, bracing his hands against the floor and biting his bottom lip to keep from calling out. (He could see why Adachi had such a high ranking now, she-) He looked up to find that smirk still firmly on her face, cheeks flushed. She was certainly a strange one. But it wasn't so bad, if this...
A small groan arose from somewhere behind Adachi's ass, and they both froze completely.
"Adachi?" Dojima grumbled, Adachi's eyes going wide.
Shit.
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AND WRITE ME FIC ALL DAY LONG I
THIS
HNNNNGHHH
your girl!Adachi is SO FUCKING PERFECT I can't even *___*
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