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New Kind of Love - Takemura x Fem!V (Reader) [NSFW]

cw: sexual tension, casual remorse, bad flirting, drunken feelings, confessions, oral, creampie, overstimulation

word count: 4,157

Synopsis: Takemura, a new acquaintance in the absolute shitshow that is V's life, feels more like a constant rather than a variable and V would like to keep him that way.

a/n: This was totally self indulgent on my part, my b.

Alive.

You were alive, despite your best efforts. If it were not the worst 24...48...36 hours, or however many days it'd been since the angry Japanese man scooped you up and dropped you off at Viktor's.

You were in and out for a lot of your time at Vik's. You'd seen him sitting by your bedside and every time you saw him, you wanted to mention Jackie. Of course it went back to Jackie.

Every waking moment you were struggling to think of something to say, moving your hands like they were weighed down by cement.

When you finally woke up enough to feel your spine, you were met by Viktor's hand on your shoulder.

"Easy kid," he said, matter-of-factly. "You been put through the ringer."

You opened your mouth to say something but the only thing that escaped your lips was 'fuck'. You sat back in your chair, the one you'd made your home and now felt aching your back.

"Where's..." You began, squinting around the ripperdoc's dark clinic.

"Takemura?" Viktor responded, sitting back on his stool and dropping his hands to his lap. "He took a break, went to get some coffee. Surprised he even left."

You reached to rub at your temple. "What do you mean?"

"Guy's barely even left your side in the past two weeks," Viktor said with a deep exhale.

"Two weeks?" You stiffened and sat up again, this time gaining a bit more strength.

"Kid, that chip you put in your head 'bout fried your hardware. Really put a damper on you."

At that, you sat forward with a groan. "Do I even wanna know?"

Viktor was silent for a long moment, then wheeled his stool to the foot of your chair. "Either way, it's gonna affect your way of life."

"Great," you lied, hiding your face in your hand to disguise whatever twisted emotion was warring on your brows.

You sat up the following morning in your bed after talking to Misty. From where you sat was Takemura, arms crossed on his chest, his legs stretched out before him. He'd followed you home, on the heels of Misty, and casually demanded entrance inside.

You had waved him in as Misty held the bars of your wheelchair. You were sure he wouldn't take no for an answer at this point.

But he was considerate.

Polite and considerate, demanding to a point but stern without raising his voice. He felt like a new constant compared to the squaking relic on your shoulder that was Johnny Silverhand.

At least Takemura took it easy on you. He slowly rustled and woke before stretching his arms before him. "V, good morning. Would you fancy a breakfast at the diner?"

You blinked, nodding though Silverhand was perched on your bed behind you. He was telling you to not trust a fucking thing this Arasaka jerk would say or do.

Takemura slowly stood, shrugging his suit jacket on as you shifted to your feet. You both took a few timid steps towards the door before you caught your reflection in the screen of your computer.

"Sorry, I'll just be a minute," you said, ducking to your bathroom to clean yourself up. "You don't have to wait, I can meet you there."

Takemura hummed, unenthused, taking a seat at your computer desk. "I believe that would be unwise. I will wait until you're done."

You nodded, ignoring his presence to strip and shower. Nothing extravagant, slicking down your wild hair and warming your atrophied muscles.

When you were done, you stepped out and swore under your breath at the lack of towels. You tilted your head to look out of the doorway, hoping that Takemura was occupied with his phone.

"I gotta get to my closet, okay?" You called out, edging closer to the bathroom doorway. "Just...occupy yourself."

A beat of silence before Takemura agrees and you hear your chair squeak in a rotation. You ducked your head out of the doorway, noticed Takemura occupying himself with your computer, and sprinted across your apartment floor to stop before your closet.

The door couldn't open quick enough as your hair dripped down your shoulders and beads rolled down your back, almost accentuating the curve of your body. Basically all the wrong things you wanted to happen before the stranger in your apartment. The polite stranger, whose patience was an undetermined scale, who also had a clean-cut ruggedness to him.

You shook your head, holding your forearm to your chest as you scoured your closet for clothes, pulling on jeans and a tank top before donning your signature jacket.

You wrung your hair out, squeezing whatever damp droplets remained then cleared your throat. "Alright, let's go."

You heard an affirmative grunt behind you, the chair pushing back before your front door pneumatically hissed open.

"Let's not wait."

Okay, he was growing on you. Maybe growing was an understatement. Growing was a slow process, one that involved roots and sunlight to nuture like a fresh patch of daffodils. This felt like an infestation, almost obsessive.

He didn't worm into you, he spread over you like old English ivys you saw from old photos. Pressing its way over hardened brick and mortar, snaking over cement like it had purpose.

Takemura felt like the closest person in your life. He was the only person you spent more time with than Judy (and you casually blew that away when you ditched her for Takemura).

But he gave nothing.

He was a translucent window that showed a gate inside. A guarded man with nothing else to lose and so much to gain from his outrageous plot. How he convinced you, you never truly understood.

You believed it was a long con, every time you stared into his opulent gray eyes and agreed by everything he said. You wanted to know everything he was planning and nothing at once because that would leave more for him to say.

When you felt his eyes on you, you tried to remain distant, staring blankly and hoping that this wasn't the sudden moment he'd started to read minds. Because yours was mulling through filth.

"Do you like sushi?" You asked dumbly at one of your many various rendezvous.

"Sushi, yes. But what Night city has is not sushi. It's suicide and somehow disrespectful."

You spared a chuckle to his comment though he hadn't made it to be funny. "Fair enough. What about pizza? I could order us some one night."

"Pizza is good," Takemura commented, keeping his stride towards your destination.

You skipped to catch up, almost childish in your attempt to get him to notice your effort. "Yeah, you can come over one night, we could go over the plan..."

The same plan you'd been over at the diner, on the rooftop, in the bar, on the phone, in the car...

Takemura shrugged. "It would be the same there, yes."

You furrowed your brow and rubbed at the knot between them.

"What're you, 12? I can smell the middle school desperation all over you," Johnny quipped, sitting on a nearby dumpster as you walked past it.

You ignored him with a wave of your hand. You were trying, dammit, wasn't that obvious?

"Maybe we could watch a movie?" You asked, your tone almost hopeful before it was immediately squashed by the thought of movies nowadays.

Porn, every last one of them. Takemura seemed like that kind of man to just...ignore things like that. He felt like the old fashioned that actually used his unsaturated imagination.

Takemura hummed, still keeping stride down the alleyway. You shook your head.

"Bad idea, forget that. But maybe we could, I dunno, take a break."

At that, Takemura paused in his steps.

"Bad choice of words," Johnny whispered over your shoulder. "The arasaka-bot looks like his head might explode."

Slowly, Takemura turned to face you, his steely eyes narrowing at you. "A break?"

You shrugged. "Bad choice of words," you repeated off of Johnny, "Don't blow a fuse. I just mean, let me dine you for once."

Takemura raised his brows in unison, a look of what could be conveyed as shock was intricate on his weathered face. "A free meal, on your bill? I do feel special."

"Alright, then tonight. My place. Just show up when you can."

"Tonight, I will see you there."

"It's a date," you tried, only to earn an unwarranted groan over your shoulder from Johnny.

You had barely made your apartment presentable, though Takemura had seen it at its worst. You were too busy holding onto the warmth of your shower to the very last second before blasting your body with cold.

You couldn't chill out to save your life. Resident rockstar horndog SIlverhand especially knew it, taking space on your brain couch next to the festering sexual tension you had towards Takemura.

It was absolutely one-sided, you could tell. By his stoic responses and at-a-distance glares to you. Everything came back down to business with him.

You needed a serious jet-cooling. This was only going to explode the wrong way if you kept down the path you were headed.

Johnny whistled from the bathroom counter. "I know what you're thinking in there, and I'm telling you, don't do it. We share a fucking brain, V."

You withstood the battering cold water a little longer, letting it take away every ounce of warmth from your body before you finally gave up and shut off the shower.

Getting out, you dressed as you normally did, but more on the sweats side than jeans. Takemura would have to understand comfort in ones own home.

The pizza you'd ordered was waiting on the counter, sealed tight to keep the heat in. You were just about to flip open the cardboard box to steal a slice when Takemura cleared his throat from the couch.

You jolted slightly from his presence, too distracted by your self-indulgence to hear him come in.

"I'm sorry, your door was unlocked so I let myself in," he began, standing from the couch with his suit jacket folded over his forearm.

"It's all good," you offered in returned, resting your hand to your chest before turning back to the pizza. "Wanna slice?"

"Sure."

You reached into your kitchen cabinet for two plates then slung open the fridge door to peer in for drinks. "Want a beer?"

You received the same cut answer from Takemura; you reached in and grabbed two beers then the two slices of pizza before nodding for Takemura to sit.

"Here you are, fine sir. Exquisite cuisine, finest of delicacies," you tempted, setting down his food and drink on your crowded coffee table.

"Thank you," he said, returning to his seat as you sat down in the corner of your couch.

You popped open your beer and took a long swig, eyeing Takemura from over the end of the bottle before setting it down.

He was careful in his movements, reaching for the pizza first and taking a steady bite from the tip.

"Takemura..." you began, grabbing your pizza and bringing it to your lips. "Why do you what you do?"

Takemura straightened up at that, chewing methodically at the pizza in his mouth. "I'm not sure what you mean."

You hadn't fully understood your own question either, but now it felt too late to back out. You faltered: "I mean, you're so careful and calculated, but for what? All it's brought you to is Arasaka disgrace."

Takemura's mouth flattened to a straight line and Johnny appeared behind him, on the lip of the sitting area.

"Good start, V. Insult his character. Next, bring up the way he dresses, that'll surely get him hot."

You ignored Silverhand and turned fully to Takemura. "I didn't mean it negatively, I just--"

"I understand what you meant." Takemura's response was metered and tepid. "I simply have no answer for it."

"Oh."

"Or rather, I do not have a simple answer for it. I have grown from a child to this person, following exact steps and paths for my best success. Yet it has still brought me failure."

"Takemura, I-I didn't mean it..."

"My name is Goro," Takemura stated, almost deflating as he finally slouched forward to open his beer.

"Goro. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it as a negative," you tried to reassure him but stone and brick wall made him.

He was an infestation at the same time he was the infested. Goro was riddled with guilt from his master's death and suddenly tasked with restoring his own title from the lowest point.

"I understood what you meant," Takemura, Goro, bit out before taking a long slug of his beer.

You had no words for him, only reaching to pat his shoulder comfortingly. "You're more than just your status. You're a man before anything."

Goro huffed, a pointed amused thing. "Easy for V to say that."

He spoke through you, taking a finger and turning it back to you in the same way you had.

You said nothing, only continued to eat your pizza while casually glancing over at Takemura.

"I did not mean that with venom," he finally said, halfway through his beer, pizza abandoned.

You stood up and went to grab two more beers then returned, handing one to Goro. He nodded his thanks, finished his last swig of his first then opened his second.

You slowly caught up to him, finishing your slice of pizza and gulping your first beer without tasting it. Goro hung the beer between his open legs, swayed it slowly in a pendulum motion.

"I have invested much of my life to my title, and to turn my back on it now feels disrespectful," he whispered.

You nodded solemnly. This was not how you imagined this to go, hoping to not break down the stoic man to questioning his entire beliefs.

"It's more of a growth beyond that," you tried. "You are Arasaka's preem bodyguard, Goro Takemura, who likes pepperoni pizza and cheap beer."

Takemura chuckled, or his best imitation of it, while he stared ahead. He held his beer in his hands for a moment longer, the smile on his lips wearing down.

"This beer is shit," he added with a final swig of his second beer gone.

"I was kidding about the gourmet."

Another chuckle, this time the smile holding longer on his face.

"So you were. I should not be surprised. This is nothing like Arasaka tower."

You opened your mouth to speak but was cut off by Takemura talking again.

"Not that I'd want it to be."

He turned his head towards you and relaxed back in the couch. Johnny appeared next to you, picking at his nails in utter boredom.

"Either fuck him or blow my brains out, I'm so fucking bored," he whined.

You ignored Johnny, standing up to take the dirty dishes away. Takemura followed you, grabbing the empty beer bottles from the table and trashing them.

You slipped past him on your way to the sink, dropping the plates in it before spinning around to face Takemura. You gripped at the underside of the counter as he lingered, debating on taking another beer and prolonging his departure.

"I should probably get going," he stated, matter-of-factly, taking a step towards his jacket on the couch.

"Now or never, V," Johnny urged from his place on the couch.

You reached out for his hand and squeezed. "Goro, wait."

He stopped, looked at his hand clasping yours then to you. "What is it, V?"

With a tender nibble at your bottom lip, you tugged him close then crashed your lips to his. You waited for the immediate push, the grapple of your shoulders and the sputtering of disgust, but it never came.

Goro's eyes were slowly lulling to close, the smattering of your lips together opening to welcome his tongue in your mouth. Careful, almost clinical, the way his tongue slid past your teeth and tenderly scoured your mouth.

You hummed, feeling yourself bow into his build. Your hand on his squeezed tight before you released it and weaved your arms around the back of his neck.

Goro's methodical hands rested at your hips, holding you a safe distance away from his waist. But you wanted to meld into him, cross your wires together and create a synapse of the ages.

With a sharp footing, you spun him around and forced him against the kitchen counter, finally causing your lips to part.

The older man caught his breath, his pale lips slick with your spit and plump from the suction. You took grip of his metallic jaw and caressed tenderly, your thumb drawing a line under his bottom lip.

Goro lunged at you, reuniting your lips together while his clumsy staggering led you towards your bed. The back of your feet hit the ledge before you landed on your back across your mattress.

Takemura timbered down with you, landing carefully over your body to not hurt you. His hands on your hips returned, this time roaming carefully in tandem up your tank top before shrugging off your jacket.

You obliged his request, shrugging off your jacket with it pinning your hands in the sleeves.

He wasted no time tearing your shirt open, revealing your breasts which he took in both hands and pawed at aggressively.

Takemura's touch was wildly intoxicating, much more than the beer could ever be. You followed his lead, arching your back into him as his thumbs rubbed over your nipples, perking them with his cold touch.

A moan escaped you, rippling through his mouth and reverberated in his actions. His curious hands drifted downwards, finding the waistband of your sweatpants and tugging them down hard, freeing your pussy to the distinct chill of the room.

You ached so lowly, it was almost unrecognizable. That was until Goro's thumb folded on your clit, slipping two fingers through your pooling wetness and inside.

You whined then, earning a curl of Takemura's lip on yours. At least he was finally enjoying himself.

He flicked recklessly at your sensitive nub, earning a few more errant keens and huffs. Your knees bucked in the confines of your sweatpants, your hands still pinned by your own jacket.

But he was off of you in an instant. You opened your eyes, mind reeling at the past thirty seconds until Takemura snapped his fingers impatiently at you.

"Lose the clothes," he ordered, unbuttoning his dress shirt before swiftly undoing his belt and tearing it out from its loops. "Now."

You followed his order without question, shrugging off the rest of your jacket before kicking off your sweatpants then tossing them both away.

Goro hummed in response to your obedience, his silver eyes mapping your body as you lounged across your bed. He gave up with fully undoing his dress shirt, tugging it over his head by grabbing it over his back then tossing it away.

He dropped his belt and his pants along with it, before kicking off his shoes and climbing across your bed to you.

Goro grabbed at your ankle, sliding you across the bed to him before stopping short. His mouth met the inside of your thigh, earning a trill of nervousness deep within you.

He said nothing, his tandem hands going under your thighs before draping them over his shoulders. Goro flashed a look up your body to you, through you. His eyes no longer resembling a mechanic, but something visceral, primal.

Goro sank to your pussy, enveloping your clit with his tongue and causing you to cry out. You brought your hand to your mouth to silence yourself, lest he stop by too much noise.

He was quiet, making his time down there eventful and succinct. There was no doubt about him being a professional, down to the very careful curling of his fingers when they entered you, matching the timed tapping of his tongue.

You were unfurling, thinking of a way to hold on a bit more before you carelessly unspooled, twitching and moaning out Goro Takemura's name.

Goro removed himself with a single slurp on your clit, earning an involuntary twitch in your knee.

"V, look at me," Goro whispered, now crawling over your body to meet your gaze.

You tried your best, staring up at him in a fogy haze. His eyes pierced through you, surrounded by the dark red that shrouded your bed area.

You reached a hand up to caress Goro's cheek again, this time acknowledging the stubble that lined his jaw. Your thumb found his bottom lip again, staring unwaveringly into Goro.

"I love you," you uttered, something you barely recognized as your own. You'd never thought of that word, never imagined it in your vocabulary if it didn't involve cars or guns.

But here you were, unraveling, defrosting the more you stared into this man's, this stranger's, eyes.

Goro said nothing of acknowledgement, but you saw it in his face. It was there, the dilation of his eyes at the utterance and the steady beat of his heart matching yours.

That was enough. You tilted your head up and pecked his lips, more so to punctuate your words than to fill the long silence.

Takemura allowed you to lead, his methods turning sloppy as he slowly slid inside you.

He was large, larger than imagined for his stature, his demeanor. To be so manicured and obedient, but with such power under the surface. Goro's cock paved its own way, making you feel the perfect fit to the end of him.

Your legs curled around his waist, wiggling your hips once to urge his movements. Goro opened his mouth before yours, panting into you as he started a slow pace.

You breathed him in, the beer stained in his breath, your nose brushing against his the more he pumped inside of you.

"Fuck," you whispered into him, your hands curling around his shoulders and meeting his thrusts halfway.

Goro panted, smirked dimly and nodded at once. Your hand drifted down his back, feeling at the slickness that built along his back before holding at his small and following his thrusts.

You tilted your head back, allowing Goro to pepper your neck with haphazard bites, nibbles, ones that would show who was now yours.

Your breathing heightened, hitched the more Goro became reckless, careless, his hips stuttering with a pace and finally fucking so tirelessly into you that you careened into another orgasm.

"Goro!" You called out, your hand on the small of his back holding him there a second longer, attempting to still his efforts for you to ride out your high.

But he didn't stop, and was chasing a harder, sloppier high that was met with rabbit thrusts of an uncommon speed. Your hand turned to nails as you gripped him close, shaking and sputtering to speak, your throat burning raw at the overstimulation.

Your toes curled as your heel caressed Goro's ass, almost wanting to kick him off but riding him out though the energy was leaving you.

His breathing shallowed, returning over you, with his chest hitting yours with inhale.

"V, you truly love me?" He asked, on the verge of something explosive.

His eyes were wild now, his manicured hair in spindly tresses framing his face.

You nodded, your back arching into him again. "I do, Goro. I really do."

A rumble erupted from Goro's chest, another instance of a primal nature revealed within him. He held onto your hips as he stuttered his final thrusts before planting himself fully inside you, gushing ropes of cum with each deep breath he took to come down.

You held your knees tight behind Takemura's back, coming down from your high as he did the same. You felt each shot of him the more you catch your breath.

Slowly, Takemura pulled out of you, leaving a decorative ring of his cum and yours at the base of his cock.

He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling in silence as you turned your head to him. Now you wished you could read minds.

Goro folded a hand to his chest, acknowledging his heartbeat before reaching over to slide it under your cheek.

He pulled you in carefully, his grey eyes lulling for sleep. You rested a hand to his chest, pulled yourself closer still.

His nose touched yours, sliding over it before planting a kiss on your cheek.

"I love you as well, V."

You gulped, staring into his eyes, holding the moment for as long as you could.

Tomorrow, Goro would wake up and shower, clean up the apartment and return to bed for a while.

He'd wake up with a new sense of existentialism, wondering if it was still too late to return to Japan.

He'd wake up, craving a breakfast at the diner across the street.

But you would cross your arm over his waist and he'd wait.

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