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GUIA COMPLETO DE COMO EDITAR FOTOS EM ALTA QUALIDADE (HQ)!

oiê, bem vindos(as)! à pedidos, estou trazendo um tutorial bem abrangente sobre como editar fotos no geral para icons, headers, etc., em alta qualidade. neste guia/tutorial trarei dicas, truques e informações gerais sobre o que é preciso para editar em hq. lembrando que o conteúdo deste guia é sobre como eu edito, a maneira que funciona comigo e meu progresso e aprendizado ao longo de quase 12 anos editando icons, ou seja, o que contém neste guia pode — e deve — ser adaptado à sua maneira e ao software de sua preferência. aproveitem e se divirtam!

nota: este tutorial está bem longo, então, se possível, veja este guia pelo pc/notebook!

O QUE VOCÊ VAI ENCONTRAR NESTE GUIA

softwares necessários com links para download;

onde e como baixar as fotos para as edits;

métodos de edição e passo a passo;

como melhorar a qualidade de uma foto;

como salvar a foto corretamente para postar;

dicas de actions e outros resources.

clique em “continuar lendo” para ver o tutorial.

1. SOFTWARE

photoshop

eu recomendo fortemente o uso do photoshop cc na versão mais recente, ou outra versão com camera raw ou filtros neurais suportada pelo seu pc ou notebook.

você também pode usar o photopea como alternativa (eu particularmente prefiro o photoshop pois acho que as edits ficam com mais qualidade). se você preferir o photopea, algumas dicas desse guia poderão não funcionar devido à falta de algumas funcionalidades que o photopea não oferece (ex: camera raw, galeria de filtros, filtros neurais e outros).

eu uso a última versão do photoshop (atualmente, a versão 25.5.1) e uso a versão paga (obrigada adobe pelo desconto de estudante!!!!!), mas vou deixar alguns links para você baixar o photoshop gratuitamente caso você não seja estudante e/ou não tenha condições para assinar um plano.

atualmente eu uso um mac mini 2014 para editar, mas sempre usei windows, então, as dicas e os links valem para os dois sistemas operacionais.

links

macos: 1, 2 & 3.

windows: 1, 2, 3 & 4.

2. BAIXANDO AS FOTOS

galerias de fotos

muitos artistas têm fansites com galerias de fotos e você pode achar facilmente digitando no google: “nome da pessoa + gallery”.

o artista que eu quero não tem galeria própria e agora? tranquilo, ainda temos galerias de fotos de famosos variados como hqdiesel, hqsource, hq-pictures e até mesmo o theplace.

em último caso você pode usar o gettyimages e usar um removedor de marca d’água ou um site como o gettyimages downloader.

instagram

para artistas estrangeiros que tenham apenas instagram e/ou não tenham fotos em galerias de imagens, eu recomendo o instagram pessoal da pessoa.

você poderá fazer o download das fotos com extensões de navegadores como o image downloader for instagram (para firefox e google chrome), ou sites como o saveig, o snapinsta ou o igdownloader.

eu recomendo baixar pela extensão do navegador, pois ela baixa a foto direto do site do instagram no computador, diferente dos sites que você precisará ir foto por foto, copiar o link e colar no site para fazer o download.

mas, caso a extensão esteja indisponível, com algum erro ou pare de funcionar, o site é uma excelente alternativa (só precisa ter mais paciência).

nos sites para baixar fotos do instagram, geralmente eles dão a opção para você escolher o tamanho da foto. você deve sempre selecionar a resolução maior da foto (acima de 1000px é o melhor).

em casos extremos de artistas low profile, sem instagram, sem aparições públicas, sem galerias de fotos, nadica de nada, eu recorro ao pinterest.

porém, é preciso ter muito cuidado ao fazer download de fotos do pinterest, porque são muitas fotos repetidas e muitas com baixíssima resolução e qualidade.

se você for baixar fotos do pinterest, escolha a foto com maior resolução (imagens maiores que 500px já são ok para editar icons), e depois de baixar a foto, eu recomendo fazer um tratamento na foto para melhorar a qualidade dela, como vou ensinar.

3. EDITANDO

3.1 importando a foto no photoshop

apertando ctrl+o ou cmd+o uma guia vai abrir no programa, onde você vai até a pasta onde a foto foi salva. selecione a foto e clique duas vezes nela para abrir.

3.2 cortando a foto nas dimensões desejadas

muitos tutoriais de edições de icons sugerem que você copie a imagem e cole ela em um documento novo já do tamanho da sua edit, mas eu não recomendo essa opção, pois ao redimensionar a foto com a ferramenta de transformar (ctrl+t), ela dá poucas opções para manter a qualidade da foto e se você não souber o que cada opção faz, poderá perder a qualidade da imagem. então, eu sempre faço o recorte na própria foto para não alterar muito a qualidade dela.

aperte a letra c no teclado para abrir o atalho da ferramenta de corte. (se o seu photoshop for alguma versão do cc, eu recomendo que você marque a opção para usar o modo clássico de corte, assim fica mais fácil e você tem um controle maior sobre a ferramenta!). para fazer essa alteração é simples, vá no ícone de engrenagem, clique e marque a opção “usar modo clássico”.

para fazer icons, você deverá cortá-lo usado dimensões quadradas, ou seja, 1x1, e para headers 15x5. você pode mudar as dimensões na caixinha da ferramenta de corte.

3.3 redimensionando a foto

nessa parte você precisará prestar atenção, pois ao redimensionar a foto, você poderá perder ou ganhar um pouco mais de qualidade na foto, e para isso você usará uma opção chamada reamostrar (ou resample se seu photoshop estiver em inglês). deixe a opção marcada para usar as definições.

3.4 explicando as definições do reamostrar e qual definição usar de acordo com o resultado que você quer

bilinear: a melhor opção para redimensionar gifs, mas para fotos não é tão bom pois dependendo da foto algumas partes ficam nítidas, outras mais suaves e se você for aplicar action de nitidez, pode ficar com um aspecto de “craquelado” com as bordas granuladas, o que eu pessoalmente acho que fica um pouco estranho.

bicúbico mais suave (ampliação): como o nome já diz, ele deixa a foto mais suave, ou seja, os pixels “craquelados” e granulados da foto ficarão mais suaves. é uma ótima opção tanto se você for aplicar actions de nitidez ou actions mais desfocadas e mais suaves.

bicúbico (gradientes suaves): pode parecer a mesma coisa do bicúbico mais suave, mas esta opção além de suavizar a imagem, cria um “desfoque iluminado” nas transições das cores da foto. é a melhor opção para fotos sem muita qualidade e principalmente se você for usar actions suaves e desfocadas, sem muita nitidez.

bicúbico mais nítido (redução): acentua os pixels e as arestas nítidas da foto, ou seja, essa definição redimensiona a imagem mas preserva a nitidez da foto. se você usa actions de nitidez que não tem desfoque nas configurações, essa é a melhor opção de reamostra. (mas cuidado, se sua imagem ficar muito nítida com essa definição, você precisará usar outra opção. caso contrário, quando você aplicar a action, a edit poderá ficar muito exagerada e/ou com aspecto áspero.)

preservar detalhes (ampliação) com redução de ruído: esse em especial é ótimo para quando você precisar redimensionar uma foto para deixá-la maior sem distorcer tanto a imagem. você pode ajustar a redução de ruído para deixar a foto mais suave, sem perder muita qualidade. (obs.: essa opção não deve ser usada para redimensionar imagens muito pequenas, por exemplo de 200x200 para 400x400, ou a imagem vai ficar muito distorcida. ela deve ser usada quando a diferença de pixels não é muito grande, por exemplo, você cortou a foto e ela ficou no tamanho 370x370, aí sim você pode redimensionar para maior sem perder muito da qualidade. então você pode ir ajustando a qualidade com a porcentagem da redução de ruído).

pelo mais próximo (arestas sólidas): essa é uma opção traiçoeira, pois não fica bem em quase nenhuma imagem (a menos que seja um pixel art). essa definição redimensiona a imagem e mantém os pixels nítidos, ou seja, a foto fica menor mas tudo nela que tem aspereza vai prevalecer. é muito usada para redimensionar pixel art, pois preserva as bordas ásperas. pode ocorrer de ficar boa em uma foto aleatória mas não será possível aplicar action, ou a imagem ficará exagerada.

3.5 aplicando a nitidez depois de redimensionar

depois de escolher a foto, baixar, redimensionar de acordo com o estilo da action da sua escolha, está na hora de aplicar.

eu fiz duas versões para mostrar como fica com cada tipo de action:

assim, os dois icons tem uma alta qualidade usando actions diferentes, graças a remostragem ideal para cada tipo de action :)

4. TRATAMENTO DE IMAGEM PARA MELHORAR A QUALIDADE

nesta parte, é muito importante que você tenha baixado uma versão do photoshop com neural filters e/ou com o camera raw, mas caso você não tenha, tudo bem também, vou ensinar como fazer uma melhoria na foto de três jeitos: com camera raw, com neural filters e com desfoques. a melhor forma vai depender de quão ruim está a qualidade da sua foto. em geral, apenas fazendo ajustes no camera raw você já tem um ótimo resultado na maioria das fotos.

camera raw

se seu photoshop tem o filtro do camera raw, ele vai estar em filtro > filtro do camera raw...

tudo que iremos fazer será na aba de “detalhe”, ali você deve dar mais atenção ao ajuste de redução de ruído, pois é ele que vai remover o ruído da imagem e melhorar a qualidade dela.

vá mexendo nas configurações de redução de ruído até que a foto fique mais suave. ajuste também o detalhe e o contraste da redução de ruído.

essa parte será mais no olhômetro mesmo, pois as configurações vão variar de foto para foto, mas eu recomendo muito você mexer também na nitidez para não deixar a foto tão desfocada, mas nada muito intenso para não interferir na action que você irá usar.

eu mexo também na redução de ruído de cores, porque dependendo da foto, algumas cores estarão saturadas ou com muito ruído. só cuidado para não colocar um número muito alto, pois esse ajuste pode tirar a saturação da sua foto e deixá-la apagada.

enfim, aqui está uma comparação da foto original com o tratamento feito com o filtro do camera raw e depois já com a action de nitidez aplicada:

e essas foram as configurações que usei nessa foto em específico:

como eu disse antes, as configurações irão variar de foto para foto, a depender da qualidade de cada uma e de quão ruim a foto está, mas com essa configuração básica, você já vai conseguir melhorar algumas fotos.

neural filters

se a versão do seu photoshop vem com neural filters (ou filtros neurais), ele estará em filtro > neural filters...

irá abrir uma janela com vários filtros mas o que a gente irá usar vai estar em “restauração”, com o nome “remover artefatos jpeg”. se precisar, faça o download do filtro.

eu recomendo usar a intensidade sempre média, a menos que a foto esteja muito ruim, aí você usa a intensidade alta. mas em geral, a intensidade média ou baixa já dá conta do recado.

a saída deve sempre estar na camada atual, ou seja, na camada da foto selecionada.

assim:

e aqui está uma comparação da foto original com o tratamento feito com o neural filter e depois já com a action suave com desfoque aplicada:

a opção do neural filter é uma ótima alternativa ao camera raw, o único contra é que ele deixa a foto com uma textura áspera, e quando você usa uma action de nitidez eles ficam muito visíveis e acaba não ficando muito legal.

porém, um bom jeito de contornar isso é adicionando ruído na foto. eu uso o efeito de granulação do camera raw para adicionar ruído no icon (você também pode adicionar o ruído em filtro > ruído > adicionar ruído..., mas eu prefiro o camera raw pois ele dá mais opções para ajustar o granulado do jeito que eu preferir).

no primeiro icon abaixo, dá para perceber a textura áspera que o neural filter deixa depois de melhorar a foto e adicionar nitidez; já no segundo icon eu mostro como eu adicionei o ruído e contornei esse defeito.

as configurações de ruído que usei no camera raw foi 12 de granulado, 35 de tamanho e 20 de aspereza.

lembrando que, se você for usar uma action de desfoque e/ou remoção de ruído, não será necessário adicionar a granulação, pois a própria action já vai suavizar a textura do neural filter (a menos que você queira adicionar o ruído, claro).

redução de ruído + desfoque

caso a sua versão do photoshop não tenha nenhuma das opções de camera raw ou neural filter, caso você use um photoshop mais antigo, photoshop portable ou prefira usar o photopea, essas alternativas podem ser úteis.

mais uma vez, irei me basear no olhômetro, de acordo com a foto e irei ajustando as configurações de acordo com o que eu quero e acho necessário.

vamos começar com a redução de ruído! ele está em filtro > ruído > reduzir ruído...

na janela de redução de ruídos você verá alguns ajustes que são: intensidade, preservar detalhes, reduzir ruído de cores e tornar detalhes nítidos e vou explicar cada um para que você possa saber ajustar eles de acordo com sua foto:

intensidade: o número de 1 a 10 irá definir a intensidade da luminescência, a intensidade do filtro e o quanto da imagem você quer preservar ou extinguir, sendo 1 o mínimo da intensidade do filtro e 10 o máximo;

preservar detalhes: o número digitado irá definir a porcentagem de detalhes a serem preservados. quanto maior o número, maiores serão os detalhes mantidos na foto, como ruídos, manchas e outras aberrações da foto;

reduzir ruído de cores: o número digitado irá definir a intensidade e reduzir o ruído cromático, ou seja, vai reduzir as aberrações cromáticas, como por exemplo, fotos que distorcem as cores. preste atenção na porcentagem inserida, pois quanto maior o número, menos saturação sua foto terá e poderá ficar com aspecto de foto envelhecida;

tornar detalhes nítidos: o número digitado vai definir a porcentagem de nitidez para restaurar pequenos detalhes da foto. quanto maior a porcentagem, maior vai ser a intensidade dos detalhes da foto. preste atenção na porcentagem inserida, pois se a intensidade da nitidez for muito alto, vai afetar a sua action, seja ela de nitidez ou de desfoque.

sendo assim, para a foto usada eu fiz estes ajustes:

obs.: se você for um usuário mais avançado do photoshop, poderá explorar a opção avançado, que possui as configurações básicas para melhorar a foto e também as configurações para remover ruído das cores primárias (vermelho, amarelo e azul) individualmente. mas, mesmo se você não for um usuário expert, eu recomendo você dar uma olhada nessa opção e explorá-la, mexendo nas configurações e ir ajustando e aprendendo, pois o resultado poderá ficar ainda melhor nos ajustes avançados.

aplicado a redução de ruído, vamos partir para o desfoque! eu estarei usando o desfoque inteligente antes do desfoque de caixa. você vai achá-lo em filtro > desfoque > desfoque inteligente...

na janela que abrirá, você verá os ajustes: raio, limiar, qualidade e modo. vou explicar eles:

raio: vai determinar o tamanho da área que será considerada para o desfoque. quanto maior o número, mais detalhe serão preservados;

limiar: vai determinar a diferença dos pixels entre si antes de serem alterados pelo desfoque.quanto maior o número, maior será a área em que o desfoque será aplicado;

qualidade: vai determinar a qualidade e intensidade do desfoque. ao escolher a opção mais alta, mais partes da foto o desfoque atingirá;

modo: vai determinar o traçado das linhas de bordas que o filtro identificar. o modo normal aqui é o ideal, pois os outros modos “somente arestas” e “sobrepor arestas” irão identificar somente as bordas da imagem.

sendo assim, esses foram os ajustes:

após o desfoque inteligente, partiremos para o desfoque de caixa! ele está em filtro > desfoque > desfoque de caixa...

(você também poderá usar o desfoque gaussiano a depender da foto, mas para esta em questão, o desfoque de caixa funcionou perfeitamente)

a intensidade do desfoque de caixa, assim como do desfoque gaussiano, é medida em pixels e o mínimo é 1 pixel, e para icons é uma intensidade forte, então eu coloco o número mínimo (1, no caso) e depois de clicar em OK e aplicar o desfoque, vou em editar > atenuar desfoque de caixa... e ajusto a porcentagem de acordo com a foto. nessa foto deixei a porcentagem em 33% e ficou ótimo.

no entanto, infelizmente, por não ser o melhor método para melhorar a qualidade de uma imagem, ela ficará um pouco desfocada demais. mas podemos contornar isso usando o filtro alta frequência para devolver um pouco da nitidez e detalhes na foto. você encontrará esse filtro em filtro > outros > alta frequência...

o filtro de alta frequência, assim como os desfoques, é medido através de pixels e quanto maior o número, mais detalhes passarão despercebidos, ou seja, menos detalhes e menos nitidez sua foto terá. eu recomendo em torno de 2px se você quiser mais detalhes e em torno de 5px se você quer mais suavidade.

a primeira vista esse filtro parecerá estranho e distorcido, mas dará tudo certo, você só precisará mudar o modo de mesclagem. para isso vá em editar > atenuar alta frequência e mudar o modo de mesclagem para “sobrepor” ou “luz indireta” se você quiser que fique mais suave. se preferir, poderá também ajustar a opacidade para os detalhes ficarem mais ou menos intensos.

assim:

assim fica o resultado sem o filtro de alta frequência e com o filtro:

sendo assim, fica a seu critério usar o filtro ou não.

aqui está a comparação das fotos com o tratamento de redução de ruído + desfoque com e sem o uso das duas actions:

5. SALVANDO A EDIÇÃO

e chegou a melhor parte: salvar a edição para postar!

seja a edição um icon, uma header, ou qualquer outro gráfico estático (edições não animadas), a melhor opção é sempre, sempre, SEMPRE, salvar no formato PNG!

o formato jpg ou jpeg não preserva a qualidade original como o formato png preserva. então, sempre escolha esse formato ao salvar suas edições estáticas!

a melhor forma de salvar uma edição em alta qualidade é exportando ela. sendo assim, vá em arquivo > exportar > exportar como...

em “configuração de arquivo”, selecione o formato PNG e desmarque a opção “transparência” se sua foto não é uma imagem com fundo transparente; em “tamanho da imagem” deixe como a altura, a largura e a escola como estão, apenas mude a opção em “criar nova amostra” para BICÚBICO AUTOMÁTICO; e em “espaço da cor” marque a opção CONVERTER PARA SRGB, porque assim, independente da calibração do seu monitor, a foto ficará com as cores originais e não sofrerá alteração.

assim:

no entanto, se você tiver um pc ou notebook lento, ou apenas não tiver paciência para salvar sua edit em exportar, você pode salvar no modo normal, indo em arquivo > salvar como... OU arquivo > salvar uma cópia..., no entanto, se você for usar essa opção, não esqueça de marcar a caixinha para “incorporar o perfil de cores srbg”, essa opção geralmente fica na parte de baixo da janela que abre quando você vai salvar a edição.

6. ACTIONS & RESOURCES

para facilitar pra vocês, todos as configurações de filtros usados neste guia, estarão disponíveis para download em uma pasta de action. para fazer o download é só clicar aqui: ★. já a dupla de actions usadas (a de nitidez & a de desfoque suave) estarão disponíveis para download na lista de dicas abaixo.

dicas de actions de nitidez – premium & gratuitas (free)

lovie potion by @loviestudio [premium]

action #26 by @harupsds [premium]

action #25 by @harupsds [free]

01 action by @harupsds [free]

cherrie by @loviestudio [free]

action #11 by @miniepsds [premium]

face action by @miniepsds [premium]

crispy by @nebulies [free]

scarlett by @l-agallerrie [free]

eight action by @peachcoloring [premium]

bubblegum by @hisources [free]

kendall by @hisources [premium]

hekate by @hisources [premium]

sharpen by @l-agallerrie [free]

#01 action by @buntterflies [free]

dicas de actions “suaves” – premium & gratuitas (free)

teddy bear by @loviestudio [free]

action ten by @peachcoloring [premium]

caelestis by @miniepsds [premium]

fleuriste by @hisources [free]

angel by @loviestudio [free]

action #13 by @harupsds [premium]

action #12 by @harupsds [premium]

wild action by @hisources [free]

outras actions – premium & gratuitas (free)

denoise action effect — remove o ruído das fotos sem perder muita qualidade by @loviestudio [premium]

photopea quality action — action para melhorar a qualidade da foto no photopea by @loviestudio [free]

exclusive hq actions — um conjunto com as actions que foram usadas neste tutorial by @girasois, @loviestudio [free]

denoise and sharpen actions — conjunto de actions para melhorar a qualidade da foto automativamente by heavnsent

7. BÔNUS: DICAS EXTRAS

a adobe cc learn tem muitos tutoriais que você pode dar uma olhada e aprender muito mais sobre o photoshop e outros programas da adobe!

o youtube é outra fonte incrível para você aprender edição no photoshop, lá você encontra tutorial para quase tudo de edição de fotos e muito mais! se você entende inglês, eu recomendo muito os canais piximperfect e brendan williams tutorials.

para fonte de inspirações, o tumblr é o lugar certo! se jogue nas tags para se inspirar e nos blogs de photoshop para ver muito mais tutoriais e muito mais resources.

o blog @looksgreat infelizmente não é mais atualizado, mas você ainda pode encontrar muitos tutoriais sobre quase tudo de edição, e o melhor, todos os tutoriais são em português!!

ainda recomendo outros tumblr brasileiros de resources e tutoriais: @miniepsds, @harupsds, @peachcoloring, @gmfioart, @colour-source, @l-agallerrie, @wasirauhlpsds, @hisources, @opulenceps, @sunshinepsds, e @loviestudio; e no deviantart: jungrainsoul, rockjealous, heavnsent, aureangels e rohdossantos.

8. CRÉDITOS E INFORMAÇÕES

crédito colorings

off hearts + whimsy by @miniepsds ♡

informações

antes de tudo eu gostaria de pedir desculpas pelo tamanho deste guia, mas eu quis abranger o máximo de dicas possíveis para vocês e deixar o tutorial super completinho.

em segundo lugar eu gostaria de agradecer todo o carinho de vocês, isso me motiva muito a continuar. obrigada, de coração!

enfim, é isso! minha ask estará sempre aberta para dúvidas, sugestões, pedidos e mensagens fofas (sempre com educação e respeito, claro)!

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♔ ─── • 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki | Tenko Shimura x F!reader

Warnings: Cyberpunk AU, Tenko majority of this fic, mentions of public masturbation, body modification to both reader and Tenko, nipple play, biting, drinking, mutual pining, creampie

Wordcount: 8.5k

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By the time Tenko was an adult the light had dulled but not quite died behind his eyes, taking a job with little responsibilities Kotaro forced onto him without a fuss simply because it was easier. The more painless option.

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A piece of him died with every instance, new projects he was placed on with the notion of improving lives but the hope is dashed each time. The designs altered and crafted for military and arms usage, plans drafted for field testing or exorbitant price tags for public use that only the upper class could afford.

It only took two years to crush his spirit completely, reduced him from the optimistic boy his mother cherished to the corporate slag his father heavily modified from adolescence to adulthood. A literal shell of who he once was.

Now the days just blend together, Tenko openly watching whatever Brain Dance he got his hands on to pass his time at work no matter the ire it incurred. He wasn’t afraid of Kotaro anymore, what more could he do to him at this point besides push him into psychosis? Tenko almost felt like he was halfway there despite the (mostly) clean bill of health he received from their overpaid physician.

Gotta love those premium plans.

The BD ends too quickly for his liking, pulling him from the world of gore he’d chosen to insert himself in and back into the sterile glass cage he called an office. Dulled carmines scan over moving bodies in pristine suits with disinterest, the same overly manicured people passing by that he saw every day.

Except one.

One that stood out, to him at least, your eyes flitting from person to person as you walked too close to a man much larger than yourself. You held your hand to your temple for a moment, Tenko barely able to catch the orange gleam to your eyes that signaled you were on a call before they faded back to their original color. You step closer still, Tenko swiveling in his desk chair as he watches with piqued interest when your lip pouts out and brows furrow with (what he assumes from this distance) frustration. You hasten in pace, managing to get ahead of the man he recognizes as a level three clearance suit before you’re tripping over your own two feet intentionally, grabbing his arm for stability but ultimately bringing him to the ground with you.

Tenko’s hairless brow raises, watching the scene unfold as the crowd splits around the two of you. The man looks agitated at first until he looks at you, face morphing into a sympathetic gaze as you apologize and rises to your feet, touching the male much more than Tenko considered normal until he notices why. Your hand glides up his shoulder, waving over the ports behind his right ear and pulling out a chip of heaven knows what software or data without the man noticing before slipping it up your own ill fitting outfit Tenko thought looked unnatural on you.

You looked completely out of place and now he can tell why.

When the employee helps you steady on your feet, you create distance despite how it seems the man wants the opposite. You look animated in the way you wave your hand and laugh off your feined clumsiness, finding an excuse to head in the opposite direction before ultimately parting ways.

Tenko follows when you make it to the elevator to likely head to the lobby and out of Militechs tower. The doors sliding shut but your sigh of relief is premature when it slams back open, eyes wide for a moment when Tenko steps on to join you. He settles next to you, nodding quietly with a smirk you finds unsettling instead of friendly. Tenko doesn’t miss how you side step closer to the wall and fidgets with the sleeve he saw you conceal the stolen chip in. You’re thankful the ride is short, stepping off first with hurried strides and without a word to him, slipping into the sea of bodies that crowd the main floor.

He loses you in the crowd but figures you’ll definitely be heading for the exit. Tenko makes his way through the large glass doors, head on a swivel as he scans over the people in the courtyard until he spots you again. You’re already completely down the stairs but you make no effort to turn around to see if you’re being followed. You know it makes you easier to spot, that it admits guilt. The only reason Tenko even spots you are the cornea implants he’s finally thankful for.

Tenko takes the steps two at a time, careful not to look like he’s chasing you so he doesn’t draw attention to either of you. It isn’t until several twists and turns over different streets and the crosswalks traffic light that you’re sure you’ve lost him, making a call to the Fixer that gave you a shot.

The dialing tone rings twice before an encrypted name flashes over the call log projected in front of you that only you can see. A deep voice sounds clear in your head, asking if you’d gotten any of the results you’d promised. Tenko manages to catch up with you then, hearing you talk and stopping short before he steps around the corner; pressing his back against the wall and slowing his breathing to listen in on the one sided conversation.

“Yeah I got it, I’m sending over the data now. . . What? The fuck do you mean that’s not what you asked for? It was the guy you said!”

There’s a short period of silence, filled with your ragged breathing before you raise your voice once more, “That wasn’t the fucking deal— BITCH!”

He knows the conversations come to an end when you curse loudly. It’s almost childish the way you stomp your foot, Tenko peeking around the corner in time to see you tousle your hair in frustration, taking the chip you’d swiped and tossing it to the ground, crushing it for good measure before you stomp away. He almost snickers, smirk tugging his lip upwards when your head turns sharply in his direction, face pinched in a scowl. Tenko thinks you’ve spotted him for sure, prepared to make it look like he simply bumped into you while rounding a corner but when he hears your steps receding he breathes a sigh of relief.

For whatever reason, he doesn’t know.

Tenko just knows you’re the most excitement he’d experienced in a long while, making the thought of heading back to work even less appealing than usual.

So he decides to follow you, assuming he’s doing so at enough distance not to be noticed but he’s wrong. You’re wary of everyone, if there’s ever a lingering presence you’re more than aware of it and you were already on edge. You make it hard to keep up but Tenko is faster than he looked, long strides growing in pace when you start to weave through the crowd in an attempt to give him the slip. He may have the speed but you’ve spent most of your life dodging suits and lying low.

He doesn’t call out for you, try and get you to stop but follows leisurely. It almost makes you angry, wanting to whirl on him and zero the threat as you move further and further towards the Edge. Into familiar territory where grime and graffiti cakes every surface and for once you have the advantage. Even if it’s slight.

You cast a sideways glance, catching Tenko looking around the shadowed areas he follows you through that are marginally brightened by flickering holograms and neon lights. He lives in his own apartment close to the Edge, baffled by the contrast between this area and his own. You seize the window of opportunity, lurching forward into a sprint, shouldering through bystanders and taking paths you’d taken time and time again to shake lawmen or greedy fucks looking to rip from someone else. It’s too late when Tenko notices you, breaking into his own hurried pace but you already know you’re home free.

You hop for a rusted fire escape of a decaying building forgotten in the expansion of industry when you round another corner, hoisting yourself up onto the iron walkway to crawl through an open window. The floorboards groan under your weight but give no other complaints when you stand still, crouching at the windowsill to scan for the man following you; relief flooding your system when you watch him continue deeper into the slums of Night City. You wait for a short spell before emerging from your hiding spot before heading home.

Tenko wanders longer, taking in the sights long after he’s lost you and finds that even in states of decay he likes this side of the city better than where he’s from.

Even if there are men getting milked by machines strapped to their pelvises with their tongues lolled out in ecstasy in plain view.

Anything was better than the thick glass he was forced behind to keep him clean, "above the rest." Never realizing how quickly the panes would shatter, how fast he would fall as soon as he stepped over the edge.

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Tenko spends more of his time venturing the slums you’d lead him to, learning quickly that he should change his clothes to something more relaxed than the pressed suit he was forced to wear to work. Lest he get mugged, again.

He finds he blends in easier with the simple black sleeveless tee, tight black pants and red cloak overlay with an iridescent crimson inner collar that makes his eyes gleam dangerously. Now Tenko looked like he belongs, rugged in his looks with the scars from childhood that decorated his left eye and right corner of his lip.

Tenko wanders aimlessly, finding all the history and getting glimpses into the lives he’s always been oblivious to until now.Patroning whatever amenities the outer limits of Night City had to offer, always looking around with the thought in the back of his mind of seeing you again. Watching intently when someone moves quickly in a swarm of people, scanning more than necessary and sitting on train rides through the city until the very last stop. A quiet sort of desperation, Tenko wouldn’t consider it that, of course, he was just a naturally curious person and he found you more than interesting; even from such a limited exchange.

You’d seen him in passing plenty though, more often than your suspicious mind could care for. You watched how he looked around at faces on the train deeper into the underbelly of Night City while you picked their sockets, quick to get out of his sight each time. Tenko didn’t look at people the way you did, like a walking payday, no; he watched like he found them interesting for whatever reason or like he was looking for someone. Looking for you.

It bothered you, made you grit your teeth each time you saw him because, even if he was looking for you, what did he have to gain? If he wanted you arrested or charged he could’ve done it by now.

Tenko confused you. He was an easy enough read too, definitely didn’t belong in your world with how he carried himself, even if he did carry the same hunch to his shoulders. The kind you get when you’ve been beaten down and kicked by corpos just because of your financial standings. Some looked worse than others, he just wasn’t quite there yet.

He catches you by sheer luck one day, watches you intently; you know it’s him simply by the feel of his eyes on you. Like the first time he watched and chased you on your first (and last) bungled job from a Fixer. You ignore him the best you can, choosing not to draw too much attention to yourself because you needed the eddies and swiping software was the fastest route.

It was like a show for Tenko, watching with rapt attention at how nimbly you skirt around your targets, avoiding getting caught with a bat of your eyelashes and an apology if they seemed they were wise to you. It made him smirk, one you sneer at when you cast a glance in his direction before disappearing out of the doors when the train reached a stop you found suitable. You knew when to book-it but Tenko wasn’t so easily dissuaded.

You grit your teeth as he keeps pace, dodging quickly around corners and he’s not exactly sure why he’s chasing you, but Tenko’s feet carry him forward. He’s thankful for the lung implants, thankful for the chrome his father pushed because he wasn’t a healthy child for the first time in his fucking life. They help him in his pursuit but maybe he should install some software that gives him a bit faster reaction time. Tenko follows you around another corner, dimly lit despite knowing better of the dangers only to end up with his feet kicked from under him. The back of his head hits pavement, jarring his senses when a knee digs into his chest with sharp silver claws poised close enough to his jugular that the cool titanium knick’s his skin when he swallows.

You’re both panting for breath, wild look in gleaming eyes above him when Tenko regains his bearings. Another set of claws digs tightly into the fabric of his shirt, tearing it when you lift him despite your knee being planted firmly in his diaphragm that makes him wheeze.

“Why, the fuck, are you followin me?”

Tenko doesn’t answer, he doesn’t fucking know why he was following you, not really. Because he found you interesting? Because he was curious? Neither of those seemed like good enough reasons to not have pretty claws shoved through his throat but it’s obvious in how your hands shake that you’re anxiously expecting an answer.

“I don’t know,” it’s quieter than the both of you expected and whether it was shock or you believing him, he’s unsure, but you release him. Your hands move to your hips, bottom lip pouting out with your knee still settled to keep him pinned and that’s the only thing that keeps him from chuckling at the way you look now. From threatening to cute (for a petty thief with an obvious violent streak) in an instant. Tenko learns quickly though that you shift temperaments at breakneck speed because you’ve got him shoved down flat against concrete before he can even blink again.

Your hand shoves his face to the side, palm pushing into his cheek but keeping your prominent claws lifted carefully away from his flesh while you scan him. Your eyes glow a vibrant blue, data scrolling through your irises for only a moment, lids sliding shut when they revert back to your natural eye color.

“What’s a suits kid doin around the slums? Shouldn’t you be kicked back at the top of daddy’s tower?”

There’s a notable disdain in your voice, more so than he’s picked up from overheard conversations and a general understanding of the overt class differences. That doesn’t mean the comment doesn’t churn at his organs, the ones that he was allowed to keep, anyway. Tenko turns his head, once dulled carmine burning into brilliant crimson flashing dangerously in a way that makes your own heart race, your eyes widen a fraction at the change in disposition.

“You say that like a bitter pet cast aside by its owner.”

“You’re not exactly in any position to be insultin me, choom,” you snarl back, leaning nose to nose with the titanium threat thirsty for blood sitting cold against scarred and calloused skin. His hands find your hips, action surprising you enough to make you falter and lean away from him but he sits up to follow.

“I think I like this position, actually.”

You settle he must be stupid, fighting the heat that courses through your blood and the throb to your clit the darkened tone of voice and teasing comment causes. You pry away his hands to stand to your feet, pressing the low heel of your boot into his lower abdomen so he doesn’t rise with you.

“Don’t follow me again or daddy’s gonna be cashin in on that expensive policy he’s got on you.”

You’re sprinting further into the low light and out of Tenko’s sight before he can even respond, leaving him to rub at the soreness of his skull in a vain attempt to soothe the ache within. He’s got a smirk on his face, though, scar on his lip tugged upward with the expression while he stares into the limited darkness you receded into.

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It agitates you just how often you run into him after the first encounter, colliding with his chest in cramped train cars most often, curling your lip when Tenko catches the chip you’d swiped from someone taller than you. He holds it out to you with a smug look, palm up and suspended between your bodies before you’re snatching it and shouldering past him with an annoyed pout that continues to grow more cute than biting to him.

You always slink away at the next available stop after running into him, he’s learned, a quickly predictable pattern Tenko tracks after the fourth encounter. Your patience wears thin when it comes to him but killing a corpos son, especially one that’s employed high enough in the corporate tower to show status, is more trouble than it’s worth. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway, each time you leave him with an empty threat of his spilled blood and to leave you alone if he knew what was good for him.

Though, by the fifth encounter, you wish you would’ve torn into his skin whenever he gets the upper hand on you. You weren’t paying attention, had let your guard down with the consideration that you hadn’t seen Tenko at all (not that you were looking for him) and reasoned maybe he either got bored or had finally taken the hint.

But, no such luck.

You round a corner on the path to huck your haul to the highest bidder but find yourself pressed between a solid body and a filthy wall. You thrash wildly, throwing your head back with the hope you’ll catch the fucker's nose after the assailant takes both of your wrists and pins them behind your back in an iron grip.

“Quit your fightin,” the familiar voice breathes against the shell of your ear and, surprisingly, you relax slightly in his hold. He pulls a cord from his throat, jacking it into one of the ports behind your ear, making you thrash once more even as he shushes you, “you scanned me, be good and let me see what you have to share.”

Even with the coo, the unintentionally sultry purr of his voice, you snarl and work to keep him from gleaning more than he needed to know about you. Corrupting whatever data he attempts to download, snarling at the error messages that display before he yanks the cord from you out of frustration.

Your head leans back, resting against his shoulder while he looks down to glare his annoyance, “you could always ask what you want to know.”

You’ll admit the relentless interest of Tenko piqued your own, if only moderately. You find him an enigma despite having all the information you needed on him. Who his father was, where they both worked, every implant in his body and immunosuppressant he was on, right down to the serial number and brand. Even with all of that, Tenko still held the advantage simply because of his financial status, he could’ve had you arrested time and time again by now, but he hadn’t. It’s far from a sturdy foundation of trust but every dog deserves a bone from time to time.

You offer your name when Tenko doesn’t step away from you or make a move to release his hold. There’s a skeptical raise to his brow, staring at you until you sigh and relax further in his grip, “nothin to know about me in any database you’ll search in.”

You made sure of that, spent countless hours in deep dives meticulously erasing any trace of your existence so it wouldn’t be brought to an end. When the creases in his forehead only deepen with his scowl you giggle, shrugging as best you can in your position, “don’t gotta reason to lie to you either.”

It far from placates him but at least he knows what to call you now, releasing his hold on your arms and stepping back enough for you to turn around. He thinks you’ll slink away again now that you have the opportunity but you don’t, you lean against the wall with your arms folded over your chest instead; obviously chewing the inside of your cheek like you were heavily considering something.

“Why do you keep coming here?” The question this time lacks any accusation or venom compared to the first variation. He actually feels inclined to give proper response, even if it doesn’t actually provide a real answer for you.

“I like it better.”

That baffles you, enough to actually make you snort a bit before you break out into a genuine laugh. A corpos son with everything in the world at his fingertips simply because of where he was born and who he was born to, preferring the downtrodden.

“You’ve definitely got a few wires crossed,” you say in good nature, laughter dying down into something softer, smile still on your lips that brings one to replace his scowl. It’s small, a smirk if anything, but there’s a definite shift in your interaction now.

A silence settles between you but it’s far from uncomfortable, Tenko’s hands shoving deep into the pockets of the red coat he wears. You shift your weight on the balls of your feet, rocking slightly as you consider what you want to do next before pushing off of the wall behind you. You take a few steps out into the street, turning to face him when you notice he’s not following.

“Been chasin me for weeks and now you don’t follow? C’mon, don’t stand there like a gonk.”

“Where are we going?” He asks but still comes at your beckoning, stride falling in line with yours.

“Somewhere actually worth likin in this shithole.”

You take him to the official, unofficial, spot everyone looking for a good time went to and where the lawmen didn’t venture.

Supernova

A club where it didn’t matter who you were, as long as you paid your tab and didn’t kick up too much shit there was no last call. Tenko looked around in awe, neon lights acting like a beacon and the patrons a moth to its splendor. The interior is lit with black lights reflecting the right colors off of every surface and scantily clad women and men decorated in pretty patterns to hypnotize and entice drunkards looking to blow off some steam.

It was lively, to say the least, but Tenko stuck close to you as you guided him to the bar, handing him one of two bottles you’d taken from behind the shelf.

“You’re paying,” you yell over the music but he hardly hears you, agreeing with a nod when you laugh and tug him deeper into the throng of bodies into the open space in the center. You stop somewhere in the middle, turning to him when the music changes and you bounce to the beat with your drink in the air before you practically howl in excitement and knock it back with the bottom up. Your eye cracks open to see him standing stiff despite all the movement around him, moving your hand to lift his own bottle to his lips in a silent bid to drink.

Tenko doesn’t need much prompting from you, following your lead and emptying his first bottle with a hiss at the carbonation before you’re grabbing two more. You shove one into his hand, already tilting the drink to your lips while dancing around him in encouragement to move with you.

He empties his drink after you, grin spreading as the alcohol warms his blood and melts away his reservations. Tenko grabs a shot for himself off a passing platter, knocking it back in one swallow while he takes your hand to lift high as you circle around him. Your smile matches his, the music changes again as Tenko pulls you to him to sway with the tempo, hands planted firmly on your hips to keep you close.

Tenko presses your back flush to his chest, his hands aiding in grinding the fat of your ass into his pelvis with the beat as his head dips. You feel him rest his nose in your throat, lips ghosting over your feverish skin from the collective heat that he only seems to worsen in the best of ways with his touch. You can feel his growing erection pressing into you and when the music ends the jarring mood switch leaves you reeling. It brings you back to your senses for a moment, like a bucket of ice water being dumped on you.

You pull away from Tenko, straightening your thin jacket and smoothing your clothes like it could abate the flusterment you felt before you’re heading for the exit with some flippant excuse he doesn’t hear. His fingers run over his throat but not in the urge to scratch, bringing it up to run through his hair for a moment before he’s following you into the open air; finding you sitting on a bench with your head tilted up to the sky.

“Needed a breather,” you offer without prompt when he joins you and Tenko accepts the answer, agreeing as he clears his throat. The music only felt like a low thrum instead of the heavy pulsing that it was at this distance, sounds of the city joining the noise in harmony.

“Wish the breeze didn’t smell like shit,” you add after a moment, nose scrunched up in disgust while you still try and enjoy the cooling air. Tenko chuckles, shoving his hands into his pants pockets as he slouches down into the bench when he feels a familiar edge of an item that he pulls from its confines.

The motion catches your eye, craning slightly to see the small square in his hand but you don’t ask what it is but you can see for Ten, scrawled in pretty lettering. There’s a slight upward pull to his lips, a look of fondness on his face as Tenko’s thumb gently runs over the worn, handwritten label on the front. He sees your interest, smirking as he digs into his pocket for the compact visor to hand to you, “wanna see?”

“What is it?” You question but still take the visor and fit it to your face. Tenko pushes the BD into the visors slot, all the settings for it preadjusted perfectly because of his continuous use of it.

“Just wait,” he takes the cord from his port to link with you so Tenko can join in the experience. He pushes a toggle and instantly you’re transported from the cage of noise and light into a hilly plain of lush green grass with Tenko at your side.

You look around in awe, nothing but tall grass over hilly plains for as far as the eye can see. A breeze rolls over the terrain, making the blades move in a way that looks like ocean waves. It’s almost overwhelming, the joy that floods your body as you breathe deeply and don’t smell the stench of your industrial prison. You tilt back with your arms spread like you’re willing the gust to caress every part of you, the wind whipping the torso of your jacket away from you.

The experience is breathtaking, opening your eyes to a sky full of more stars than you’d ever seen in your entire life, uninhibited by light pollution.

“Where did you get this,” it comes breathlessly when you finally remember you’re not alone in this foreign place. You turn to look at Tenko, fighting the rush of heat that warms your face at his soft expression, like he found your reaction precious.

“It belonged to my mom, she always showed me this after implants,” his look changes into something more somber with a touch of resentment, a mixing of memories both fond and not. You reach for his hand, gaining his attention again as you step closer to him, squeezing his palm with a reassuring pressure.

You lean your head against his shoulder, standing in amicable silence with the sound of grass being rustled by another pleasant breeze until the sequence ends. You pull the visor away, met with the now empty lot on the outside of Supernova save for you and Tenko. You're resting against him now, supposing you’d drifted closer subconsciously while in the simulated world but you don’t move away from him.

There’s a look shared between you both in the closeness, searching in one another’s eyes for something you weren’t entirely sure what it could be. It seems Tenko does, though, as his hand comes to rest against your cheek, thumbing over the skin just below your eye. His gaze flickers to your lips, leaning closer and when you show no signs of rejection he tilts his head to finally kiss you.

It’s tentative at first, featherlight until you return the pressure, leaning into him for more and he runs with the reaction. His hand slides to cup behind your ear while the other pulls your body closer to him by your waist, making a noise of approval when you melt into him. Tenko’s lips are somewhat rough but the contrast feels divine against the tenderness of your own.

Your hands find his shoulders, creeping slowly into his lap as the tip of his tongue traces over the seam of your lips in plea for entrance; mewling slightly as you grant it. You’ve just barely straddled him and gotten a taste when a jarring chime signaling a phone call rings through your skull.

Tenko groans when you pull away to answer, lips kiss swollen and lids hooded as he waits to continue but you’re standing up before he can protest.

He’d distracted you, completely forgetting that before you came here with him you were supposed to meet with a buyer. You’re offering apologies to whoever is on the other end of the call, fixing yourself with the promise you’re on your way.

You leave Tenko on the bench, once again having him watch your back as you sprint away from him only this time he’s left with a different sort of ache.

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Your interactions shift dramatically after the heated kiss you blame solely on the alcohol in your system that night and the flood of emotions you felt during the BD he showed you. Tenko always presses against you with intent now and you’re hyper aware of every plane of his body compared to any time before. It always takes you a moment before you’re pushing him away, halfheartedly threatening, “I’ll flatline you if you get handsy, choom.” But you actually like the closeness and when you remove yourself from him there’s a notable reluctance.

You lie to yourself that you only miss the feeling of the breeze on your skin and not the blazing touch of his fingers groping at your body to bring you closer with a desire for you that gained him nothing but affection. Telling yourself that the way he groaned when your tongue slid over his doesn’t plague your thoughts and if it does it’s driven by lust alone.

The thoughts only worsen, the longing sitting heavy in your chest when you stop seeing him. It’s not obvious at first, there had been times where you’d only see him every couple of days because he did have obligations but he was never gone long.

You start to look for him now too, ignorant of how you shared the same desire Tenko did after your first meeting. Searching for him on crowded trains and peeking down dimly lit alleyways and taking second glances when you see a swatch of ghost white in the dingy streets, fighting disappointment when you realize it isn’t him.

He sneaks up on you though, just when you stop looking for him with the notion that he decided he didn’t find you or your world that interesting after all. That he didn’t prefer it over the comforts wealth had to offer. Tenko catches you right before you take the stairs for the train's waiting area, stifling your startled yelp with his hand, the other grabbing your wrists reminiscent of the day you took him to Supernova.

“Miss me?” He breathes through a chuckle, taunting laugh in your ear that sends arousal bubbling in your gut. He doesn’t miss how the rigidity quickly leaves your form even as you begin to squirm in his hold, especially not when Tenko pushes his entire body against yours so when you writhe weakly for freedom he’d get friction to his crotch.

He would be embarrassed by how quickly his cock swells from the minimal stimulation if the sexual tension between you both hadn’t been mounting since your first shared kiss. Tenko’s every waking thought revolves around that memory. One moment having you held tightly against him with your tongue mingling with his only for you to all too quickly pull away from him and leave without much explanation.

Tenko would’ve pushed his luck a bit more, let his hands explore you again in the following few exchanges but he’d been neglecting his few duties at work enough for his father to take notice. He half assed everything he could but it still took over two weeks to get Kotaro off his case enough to slip away without notice.

And you plagued every thought of his and by how you react to him now he knows you felt the same. You had to have been, he can’t be making it up. There’s no way, not when you’re looking at him the way you are, parting your pretty lips and batting your lashes at him with that arch to your back that made him wish a BD didn’t include someone’s fucking face when all he wanted to see was yours the nights he desperately needed relief.

“Almost think you want me to catch you like this,” Tenko breathes into your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder with one hand pinning both of yours to the wall above you while the other firmly holds your hip.

You turn your head the slightest bit, eyeing him from the side, “and if I said I did?”

It makes a shudder wrack down his spine, exhaling slowly as his grip tightens and lids slip shut; you emphasize the question by grinding your ass back against him, eliciting a choked groan Tenko tries to bite back. He pulls you further back against him, his chest flush to your back with his hardening cock prodding against the curve of you. Tenko’s fingers slip under the band of the baggy pants that hang low on your hips, growling when he comes into contact with the skintight bodysuit that covers your cunt. He sucks his teeth, pinching the seam to pull it away before releasing it, the fabric snapping back to your skin with a light popping sound that makes you yelp at the sting.

“Wear somethin less complicated,” he growls but there’s no bite to it, teeth grazing over the skin of your shoulder to tease you further. Your complaint dies in your throat when nimble digits finally slip beneath the fabric, brushing his middle finger over your clit as his ring and forefinger part your folds. Tenko relishes the sticky sound mixed with the way your body shakes with a shuddering breath, hips jerking into his touch.

Tenko sighs, humid breath making you keenly aware of the slight dampness on your skin from his teeth and tongue before his lips brush over your throat. His tongue darts out to taste the light sheen of sweat, alternating between pecks and licks with a playful nip that has you turning your face away from him to give him more access. You make a sharp noise when Tenko’s fingers delve further, heel of his palm applying pressure to your clit to keep hearing your muted whines through bitten lips as his index and middle finger tease at your hole.

“H— here?” You question and he laughs when your hips buck, trying to urge him where you need him with a pleading whine, pressing your forehead in embarrassment to the abrasive concrete wall in front of you at the sound.

Tenko releases your hands, bringing the hand not toying with your slit to cup your jaw and tilt you to face him. “I’m sure there’s worse things that’ve happened out here,” he purrs as his fingers continue to tease, making sticky sounds that bring a smug grin to his face that only makes your pout deepen.

“Stop teasin daddy’s b—“ a gasp tears from your throat when both of Tenko’s fingers shove into your cunt to the last knuckle, scissoring and curling to stretch you with no warning. He swallows your moan, taking the opportunity to meld his lips with yours in an open mouthed kiss and slide his tongue over yours. He gives you no reprieve either, sucking on the wet muscle while pumping his fingers in a steady rhythm so all you can do is mewl and buck into his touch. He likes the way you jerk each time he gives pressure to your clit, uneven and desperate for more of him as Tenko ruts his own hips in tandem to give him some modicum of relief.

You only part for air, your chest heaving and gaze clouded with lust but you pull away when he attempts to bring you back for more, giggling slightly when he snarls at his second attempt.

“I— I don’t live far,” sentence broken with heavy breaths but when he doesn’t take the hint you reach between your body and the wall to take his wrist. “C’mon choom, maybe I’ll even let ya log it for a BD.”

He wishes that didn’t sound so appealing, even for a joke, growling when he pulls his fingers from you and stepping away, popping the digits in his mouth to swirl his tongue around them to have a taste of you before you’re pulling him along.

Always following you, always on your heels but it’s always felt right no matter the circumstances. It feels even better when he crosses the threshold to your tiny studio apartment for the first time, dimly lit with plenty of neon he doesn’t have the time to focus on before you’re pulling him to you for a kiss of teeth and tongue. He pulls your body to his, hands on your hips as he walks you backwards to your mattress, stopping to undo the belt that keeps your baggy pants up until they pool around your ankles. Tenko works on his own clothes, shimmying out of his pants as you pull the straps of your bodysuit down your shoulders, breasts falling free for his viewing pleasure.

He thinks you look beautiful like this, iridescent hues decorating your body in different shades that makes him hate every second he’s not touching you.

So he remedies that, hooking his fingers into the clothing to help you push it away as he lowers you to the bed, lips blazing a path along your skin. The sounds of your airy sighs goad him, latching onto a pert nipple as his fingers pinch and pull at the other before he alternates to evenly split his attention. You whine after a moment, dangerous chrome claws tugging delicately at ivory locks to pull him from your chest despite his half-hearted groan of protest.

Tenko rests his hands on either side of your head, caging you in beneath him when he lifts himself. A moment of shyness crosses over your features, bottom lip rolling between your teeth as you legs frame his hips and your ankles interlock at the base of his spine to pull him closer. He gives an experimental roll of his hips, jaw falling in a silent groan at the electricity that jolts through his system at the feel of warm velvet caressing his shaft; both hissing when his mushroomed tip bumps your puffy clit.

He lowers to kiss you again, finding a slow rutting rhythm of his hips, coating his cock in your approving wetness until you’re whining with need and impatience against his lips. You nip at his bottom lip when he pulls away the slightest fraction, lids hooded as you gaze at one another before you reach carefully between your bodies to take him in your grasp. You like the way his jaw falls, sharper exhale leaving his lungs as you guide him where you need him most, aligning the leaky tip with your entrance.

Tenko lowers himself to his elbows, canting his hips to push into you, groaning into your mouth as he stretches you inch by inch. You arch into him, moaning in turn, digging your heel into his back like you couldn’t wait another moment for him to completely fill you. His tongue slides over yours, sighing as he sucks on the muscle when he bottoms out, rolling his hips in small circles that gives friction to your clit with each thrust.

You curse at the feeling, Tenko parting with a rumbling chuckle as you bury your nose into his throat before he changes pace. He drags his hips back, pulling out until only the tip remains engulfed in your warmth and shoving back in quickly with a groan at the lewd squelch the action makes. He jolts your body with each thrust, curve of his cock hitting perfectly into that spongy spot that has you whimpering his name with every contact. It’s hard to be mindful of the weapons at your fingertips with the blinding pleasure, pushing your palms into his back with your fingers splayed open so you don’t filet his back.

The coil winds tightly in your abdomen though and gasping in sharp intakes hardly gives you the outlet you need. Tenko knows you’re close, your thighs trembling against his hips and each tight squeeze of your cunt around him brings him closer to his own demise. He feels like he’s driving directly toward a cliff he’ll careen off of at any given moment and he’s slamming the petal to the floor to reach it faster.

He’s groaning your name between curses, caging you beneath him with his hair falling in a curtain so all you can see is him. The name Tenko has never sounded sweeter than the breathy way you moan it, trying in vain to tell him what he can already feel before it happens. Tenko shifts his weight to support it on one forearm, bringing this hand down to grasp firmly at your hip and tilting you to take one sharp thrust that snaps the coil inside you.

Your jaw falls open, back arching into him as your body trembles, light dancing behind closed lids whose splendor makes what Night City has to offer incomparable as you cream his cock. You pull him to you, arm hooking behind his neck as your teeth sink deep into the skin of his collarbone to muffle your moan and the sensation pushes Tenko over the edge, fisting the sheets behind your head as he empties into you. He ruts into you slowly, fucking you both through the waves of your climax, hips stuttering with risidual the risidual convulsions of your cunt.

You kiss tenderly at the indents of your teeth on him when you come down from your rapture, running your palms up his spine to pull him closer. Rolling your hips slowly into his until the tension melts from his body, appreciating the feel of your lips up his throat and lavishing the scars that litter the expanse with affection, pulling away only when the rolls of his hips come to a halt.

Tenko reluctantly pulls his softening cock out of you to lay on his side, already missing the closeness even when he pulls you close to tuck into his chest. Your breathing slowly evens in the afterglow of your coupling, silence settling between you save for an electrical hum that’s ever present in your world. You almost think he fell asleep, giggling when he groans as you shift to lay on your stomach like you’ve disturbed him. One of his eyes cracks open, lively crimson simply taking in the unguarded ease that floods your form and features before a smile finds its way to his lips.

Tenko moves to pull you closer once more, fingers brushing over the top of your thoracic spine, feeling indents instead of smooth skin though that wasn’t unusual for most people. You turn further, pressing your back flush with his chest and pulling his arm to drape over your waist, giving him a better look at what he felt unintentionally.

“More chrome?” He asks the seemingly innocent question, burying his nose into your hair to fill all of his senses with you.

Your fingers reach for his, fiddling with his bitten cuticles, smoothing over them with a delicate touch as you consider your response. Tenko was here, you’d allowed him into your life in every way but one and you figure he’s earned this vulnerability as well. Your sigh draws his attention, feeling him shift behind you and you tilt your head to look at him when you finally answer, “deep dive port.”

“Deep dive? What’s a net runner doin picksocketing for ennies?”

“Survivin,” you laugh but it’s dry and humorless, tainted with more bitterness than you intended. He shifts to sit up, leaning on his forearm with that look on his face that you’d learned meant he wanted to know more. You turn to lay on your back, pupils sliding from his eyes to his lips and over all of the seams that decorated his exposed torso that told this history of his childhood before finally choosing to stare at your bare ceiling. There’s another deep intake of breath, followed by a heavy exhale as you tell him your past, how you’d been sold to a corporation long since forgotten after the crash of the old net. There were a handful of other kids, some excelling and prospering with their upgrades while others expired at different stages, thrown out like faulty hardware instead of human beings.

Instead of children.

“Technology advanced but some of our bodies weren’t compatible with the upgrades so they opted to eliminate us and start again. I couldn’t tell ya how I escaped, don’t really remember much besides all the carnage.”

He’s quiet for a long moment, like he’s digesting your past even though it churns his intestines and gives rise to the urge to claw at his skin again. They twitch in your hold, bringing his attention to your hands, “the claws?”

You don’t respond right away, lost in the thoughts of your life before you remember the BD Tenko had shown you weeks prior, the encounter that shifted your relationship to what it is now. Whatever it is now, anyway. You remember the feel of the breeze on your skin and if you think hard enough you can almost consider what the fresh green grass would smell like. Tenko’s fingers lace with yours as she stalls, pulling you from your thoughts once more as you continue to explain.

“Don’t last long in the underbelly, enniless and without some sorta claws. I’ve always been pretty literal,” you smile at him but it’s devoid of any joy, wry in its nature. “We were never meant to fuse with machines.”

Tenko’s jaw sets tightly, grinding his teeth over all that you’ve told. What this world has done to the both of you, his fury burning deep in his chest and you take notice of it. Attempt to diffuse it with a gentle brush of your knuckles to his cheek with a delicate smile.

“Will you show me the BD again, Ten?”

“Tomura,” he gives you a new name for himself to accompany his conviction and though your confusion is evident he brings your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles that are still organic, where your claws stop, as he decides on a future for the both of you. “I’ll do you one better, I’ll take you there myself.”

#vixen writes #hiatus; on queue

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