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“i don’t have time for distractions right now.” for Rooney x Yori if your taking prompt requests??? 🩷

Thank you for sending this prompt in! I think this prompt was supposed to be angsty, but my muse took me in a rather smutty direction. So...uh...yeah.

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Summary: Rooney makes an off-handed comment about their boyfriend being a distraction. Yorinobu takes that as a personal challenge. Title comes from Måneskin's HONEY (ARE U COMING?). Words: 3.9k words Content Warnings: MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT! Lots of flirting, teasing, sexual tension, and making out. Also, Rooney is AFAB and nonbinary, not a woman. Nonbinary is not fucking women-lite. (Mutuals and followers, that comment is not directed at you. All of you are awesome.) Towards the end of the fic, I need to give a warning for explicit sexual content, specifically: Dirty Talk, Light Bondage, Light Body Worship, Blow Jobs/Oral Sex, Safe word usage, vaginal fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, and Unprotected Sex. Really, this is just porn with a light plot draped over it. I am going to give a light warning for potential Dom/Sub overtones to be on the safe side, but in my mind, Rooney and Yori are switches, if either of them could be called that. If you feel you need more warnings, I would also double check the AO3 version, but I think I covered everything here. Author’s note: This fic takes place in the timeline after Rooney and Yorinobu get together. When specifically? Haven't really nailed that down. Also, this is the first time I've posted an honest to god smutfic on my blog. Yay? NSFW Taglist (Opt In/Out): @bbrocklesnar, @voidika, @roofgeese, @cloudofbutterflies92, @strangefable @inafieldofdaisies, @derelictheretic, @clicheantagonist, @direwombat, @nightbloodbix

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“I missed you.” Their wonderfully distracting boyfriend wraps his arms around their waist, pressing himself close to their back. Rooney resists the urge to lean back into him, crossing their arms over their chest. He places soft kisses along their jawline, Rooney letting out a contented hum. “I thought about you all day. Did you think about me?”

Yorinobu lays it on thick, clearly having thought about how the two would spend their evening. Unfortunately, duty calls for Rooney. In front of them is a pin board, notes connected with red string and written in Rooney’s indecipherable scrawl, a helpful way to visualize their case. They hope that it will lead them to revelation, a lead that might have been overlooked. “Yorinobu, I don’t have time for distractions right now.”

“Is that what I am? A distraction?” He asks playfully, pressing a kiss to the corner of their jaw, “You should teach me a lesson for being so distracting.”

Dammit, it almost works on them. Under their tough, cold exterior, Rooney was a softie for the people they loved, especially Yorinobu, who seemed to delight in it. “Yori, you know I didn’t mean it like that; I really need to focus right now.” Rooney wants to get into whatever trouble he’s cooked up in his head, but their case needs to take priority.

“Understood,” He acquiesces with no hard feelings, “Please promise that you will make time for us tomorrow night. We need to go to the Flores’ party.”

Rooney nods, already having scheduled that as their night off. They would be there for him unless something truly urgent arises. “I promise; I’m all yours tomorrow.”

“Good.” He pulls away from them, Rooney already missing the warmth and comfort of his arms. Taking a few steps, Yorinobu turns to face them. “Rooney?”

“Yes?” Their arms drop to their sides as they face him.

“You have no understanding of how distracting I can be,” He teases, closing the gap between them. Yorinobu cups the back of their neck, pulling Rooney in for a deep kiss. They grab his vest, their head spinning, knees going slightly weak. He pulls away a few seconds later, leaving them desperately aching for more. Yorinobu turns his back to them, and as he leaves, Rooney watches him, wide-eyed with desire. They really wish they weren’t in the middle of a case.

—

Rooney should have known Yorinobu might be planning something when they were getting ready in the bathroom. In front of the mirror, Rooney ties their black tie, a gift from a client whose wife Rooney had found after the NCPD refused to investigate. Yorinobu joins them in the bathroom, leaning against the dark gray granite counter. His eyes closely watch the deft movements of their fingers as Rooney finishes with the tie, smoothing it down against their chest. Smirking, he leans closer, purring, “I love it when you wear a tie.”

They raise an eyebrow in curiosity. Yorinobu takes the tie in his hand, rubbing a thumb over the silky fabric. “Makes it easier to pull me to you,” He tugs the tie gently, pulling Rooney towards him, their faces only inches apart. Yorinobu’s eyes glance down at their lips, his stare lingering for a few seconds. He meets their eyes again, Rooney’s face feeling warm as they swallow in anticipation. “I can also tie you up with it while I am fu-.”

“Yorinobu!” Their tone is sharp, their cheeks burning. They weren’t against the idea, not really caring whether he tied them up or Rooney tied him up. (Rooney had no preference, enjoying both.) Rather, someone had to keep them on track to go to this party. “Please behave. We need to go to this party, remember?” His idea for tonight sounds much better than being around a bunch of woefully out-of-touch rich people. (Present company excluded.) But this would have to wait until after. “You and I can have fun after the party.”

He pouts playfully, letting go of their tie as Rooney smooths it down again. “Afterward.” Sounds like it could be a promise or a threat, and Rooney really hopes it’s the former. His smirk returns as he teases them, “I will have you dragging me home tonight.”

“Sure.” Rooney rolls their eyes, pretending his words have no effect on them.

“I will. I am distracting, and your restraint is not infinite.” He pulls away from them, pushing off the counter with a wink. Yorinobu leaves them alone in the bathroom as Rooney slowly blinks, their brain resetting. A second later, they urge themself to get it together, turning to face the mirror. In the soft golden glow of the bathroom lights, their face bright red, pupils wide.

Yorinobu’s flirty behavior continues as the night goes on, giving Rooney no reprieve. Whenever the two had a moment alone, he would flirt with them, dirty little things whispered in their ear. His hands would stray a little lower than they should, ghosting over Rooney’s body. With others, he is on his best behavior, but Rooney catches him with a smirk and a troublesome look in his eyes as if he is plotting his next move. Not that Rooney was complaining, but they were trying to be on their best behavior.

Rooney sighs, happy to have found some food, which would give them an excuse not to talk to people. Hiding in a corner out of sight, Rooney dips a strawberry into the chocolate fondue, taking a bite. Damn, that chocolate tasted good. (Although, they preferred the spicy kind that Yorinobu would bring back from occasional business trips. Rooney could never get enough of that stuff.) “Enjoying yourself?” Yorinobu asks, wrapping an arm around their waist as he pulls them into his side. Where had he come from? He eyes their plate, a mischievous smile on his face. Swallowing, they put down the half-eaten strawberry. What was he up to now? “Chocolate…maybe you could give me a taste.”

They freeze, narrowing their eyes suspiciously. “Yeah…,” Rooney responds, reaching for an uneaten strawberry on their plate.

Yorinobu grabs their wrist. “I asked you to give me a taste.”

He lets go of their wrist, Rooney deciding to play along against their better judgment. Scooping some chocolate onto their index finger, they hold it out for him. Yorinobu takes their hand, bringing their finger up to his mouth. Sucking on their finger, his tongue swirls around their finger. His eyes never leave their eyes as Rooney’s mouth drops slightly in surprise. Their mind races with thoughts of where his mouth could be put to better use.

With a pop, Yorinobu pulls their finger from his mouth. “Delicious. Do you think I could have another taste? Or perhaps I could give you a taste of something else?” Their mouth drops further at the innuendo, the wheels in their mind spinning uselessly as they try to respond.

“Yorinobu-sama!” He looks over his shoulder, glaring at the person who called his name.

“I need to go,” Yorinobu whispers into their ear, “I hope that distracts you when talking to others.” He releases them, leaving Rooney alone as they try to process what the hell just happened.

—

Entering the fresh night air, Rooney breathes deeply, finding a secluded spot on the balcony, somewhere they could clear their head quietly. Yorinobu occupies their thoughts, their cheeks warming up again. What was he doing tonight? The couple both liked to flirt with each other, but Yorinobu seems desperate to prove something tonight. What it was, Rooney was unsure.

The door to the balcony opens, the sound of the party floating towards them. Turning around, Rooney jumps up on the railing, sitting on it as Yorinobu approaches them with a smile. “I thought I saw you come out here.” Anticipation rises in their chest as Rooney tucks a strand of dark red hair behind their ear.

“Just needed a breather.”

“Is that all?” He asks, his hands resting on their thighs.

Rooney nods. “Yeah,” they let out a sigh, “I have a lot on my mind right now.”

“What would that be?”

“Work. You know how I am.”

“Anything else?” You, Rooney wants to answer, but they have a feeling that is the answer that Yorinobu is fishing for. Yet, they will not say anything until they get an answer. “If work is the only thing on your mind, I need to try harder.”

“What’s that suppo-?” He kisses them hungrily, pushing apart their legs. Yorinobu presses himself flush against Rooney, his hand coming to their waist steadying them. They wrap their legs around him tightly, eagerly returning the kiss. He tastes like the bubbly champagne served at the party with hints of chocolate. He feels so sturdy against them, so good against them. They grip onto his coat, intoxicated from his kiss. He sucks on their bottom lip, Rooney opening their mouth and allowing his tongue entrance. Rooney loses themself in the moment, the rest of the world disappearing around them. All that matters is Yorinobu. All they want is him.

He breaks the kiss, Rooney whining in disappointment. Before they can pull him back in for another kiss, Yorinobu asks, “Am I distracting enough?”

All of a sudden it clicks in Rooney’s mind. Was this really about last night? “Yori, you know I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I know. I wanted to prove I could be too distracting, even for you.”

They laugh, shaking their head. He is so dorky, but Rooney loves that about him. Giving him a seductive smile, they lean up, mouth near his ear, teasing, “I think I need to drag you home. What was it you said? My restraint isn’t infinite.”

He shivers, excitement in his eyes as Rooney lets him go. Yorinobu helps them off the railing, grabbing their metal hand as soon as their feet touch the ground. He drags them behind him, racing for the AV. Oh, Rooney is looking forward to this.

—

Rooney and Yorinobu stumble out of the AV, hair disheveled and clothes slightly messed. Yorinobu’s maroon shirt is half untucked, while Rooney’s waistcoat had been unbuttoned during the ride. Neither could keep their hands off each other, Rooney diving on Yorinobu the moment the AV door closed. Hand in hand, the pair run down the stairs, from the AV landing pad, towards their apartment. The door slides open, Rooney pulling Yorinobu inside. Yorinobu lets go of their hand, grabbing their waist and spinning Rooney to face him. He kisses them again, Rooney wrapping their arms around his neck. He pushes them up against the wall, forcing his knee between their legs. A soft cry escapes their throat, Yorinobu placing greedy kisses on their neck. It drives them mad, Rooney tilting their head back, letting out a desperate, whine.

“Yori,” they plead, overstimulated, “Need you, please.” Rooney’s head swirls, need and desire clouding out any rational thought. All they can think about is Yorinobu underneath them, breathless, sweaty, and hungry for more. It’s what he deserves for torturing them all night.

He hungrily kisses them, smirking into the kiss as they move away from the wall. Yorinobu breaks the kiss, scooping Rooney up into his arms as they let out a surprised yelp. He carries them to the shared bed, dropping Rooney onto the cream-colored comforter. The bed is soft beneath them as they prop themself up onto their elbows, kicking off their shoes. Yorinobu tosses off his coat, taking his shoes off, before leaning down to capture their lips. The couple fall into each other, Rooney landing on their back. He kisses them deeply, giving Rooney the opportune moment to strike. They roll him over, straddling Yorinobu as he lays on his back, breathless, staring up at Rooney with a mixture of surprise, desire, and excitement.

“I think,” They say, casually tossing off their white suit jacket and black waistcoat, “Someone needs to be taught a lesson for being a tease.” They roll up their sleeves of the button-up slowly before moving to their tie. As they loosen their tie, Rooney catches Yorinobu watching their hands closely, vibrating with anticipation beneath them. Taking their time, Rooney gently tugs on their tie, Yorinobu inhaling a sharp breath. Pulling their tie from their neck, Rooney wraps an end around each of their hands, stretching the tie tautly in front of him. They don’t miss the quiet whine that escapes from Yorinobu, the soft bob of his Adam’s apple. “I remember a certain distraction mentioning my tie earlier….”

“I wanted to tie you up with it,” Yorinobu grins cheekily.

“I think you deserve to be tied up,” They get off him, motioning with their head, “Sit up and put your hands behind your back.”

He quickly complies, sitting up on the end of the bed, hands behind his back. Yorinobu looks over his shoulder at them, eager anticipation written his face. They come to him, reaching for his hands. “If this is too tight or if it starts to hurt,” Rooney starts as they tie his hands together, “Let me know.”

Yorinobu tests the finished knot. “I am fine, and-,” He bats his eyelashes at them, “I know to use our safeword.” Normandy. It wasn’t that Yorinobu or Rooney were into anything extreme, but Rooney liked having one word that either could use in case things got too much even in the tamest of situations.

“Good.” They move, straddling Yorinobu once more, kissing him roughly. Rooney grinds down on his forming erection, Yorinobu groaning as his hips jerk upwards in excitement. They place kisses along his jawline, the faint stubble of a five o’clock shadow tickling their lips. As they move to his throat, Rooney hears his breath catch, trembling beneath them. They kiss along the silver decorative chrome like they’re following a river toward the ocean. Rooney loves his silver chrome, having told him before. They love the way it glints in the sunlight, especially in the soft golden glow of the morning sunlight. It makes him look ethereal, just like it does now in the soft glow of their shared bedroom. When they reach the base of his throat, where it meets his collarbone, Rooney playfully nips him. Yorinobu gasps, his hips jerking upwards again in surprise.

Rooney’s hand comes to his shirt, undoing the maroon shirt with practiced ease. Yorinobu squirms beneath them, always too damn impatient. Too bad for Yorinobu, Rooney plans to take their time. Perhaps, he will consider this the next time he plans to drive them mad. Rooney pushes his shirt off his chest, sliding down to his elbows. Yorinobu watches them with eager eyes, swallowing hard as Rooney gets off him.

They kneel in front of him, hands on his thighs. Teasing him, Rooney gently rubs his thighs, touch featherlight as his pupils widen. Eventually, they slowly push his thighs apart, coming closer to him. Rooney gets up on one knee, resuming kissing his collarbone. They trail kisses down his chest, paying special attention to any scars, like the small scar on his left side. Left from a stab wound by a Katana in a fight with an Arasaka operative during his time with the Steel Dragons, Rooney presses a soft kiss to the scar, Yorinobu letting out a contented sigh.

“I love you,” They say, into the soft skin of his abdomen.

“I love you too,” Yorinobu replies, voice heady with pleasure.

They continue downward, getting back on both of their knees, Yorinobu shivering with anticipation. As they get closer to his belt, a dark trail of fuzz on his torso leading downwards, Yorinobu begs, “Please, Rooney, please.”

“All in good time, Yori.” Reaching his belt, as Rooney unbuckles it, he shudders, trying to bite back a moan that eventually escapes. They unzip his pants, pulling his cock free of his boxer briefs and pants. He’s hard already, precum leaking, as Rooney reaches out for him. Yorinobu watches in anticipation, eyes wide, breathing heavily as they take him in their hand. Gently running their thumb over the head, Rooney watches with a smirk as he moans with heady pleasure. They stroke him, Yorinobu trembling with desire. He reacts so well to their touch, a warm feeling coming over Rooney, hunger coursing through them.

Leaning down, they press a kiss to the tip of his cock. “Oh, Rooney…,” the words fall from his lips as they run their tongue slowly up the slit. Rooney takes him into their mouth, swirling their tongue around. With him still in their hand, Rooney sets a lazy pace, fucking with him. Bobbing their head up and down, Rooney strokes him, Yorinobu feeling like putty in their hands. He is lost in the pleasure of their mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good,” He pants as they continue their ministration. His hips gently move in time with their mouth, a restrained motion, careful not to hurt Rooney. Most people assume they’re made of steel, considering the way they take punches, but not Yorinobu. He’s always seen that tender side, always treating Rooney with the softness that the rest of life doesn’t provide. “Faster please…” He begs.

Instead, they slow their pace down to a crawl, taking an agonizing amount of time with their actions. Although, Rooney knows they are fucking with themself as well, needing him so goddamn badly. “Normandy!”

Rooney immediately stops, pulling their mouth off his cock as they let go, wiping at their mouth. “Yori, are you okay,” They ask, getting up and frantically untying him, “I’m so sorry I-.”

“Don’t apologize,” He rasps, grabbing the collar of their shirt, pulling Rooney in for a rough kiss, their lips crushing against his. When the two pull away, both breathless, he rests his forehead against Rooney’s. “I need you. You take too long.”

They sigh in relief, happy to not have hurt him. “I thought I was teaching you a lesson for being so distracting,” Rooney laughs, as he pulls off his shirt.

“Lesson over,” Yorinobu growls, kissing them roughly again. As he kisses them again, his hands come to their button-up, practically ripping the gold buttons off.

“Careful,” Rooney snarks, “That’s my good shirt.”

“I will buy you more,” He says, pulling their shirt off. “I will even buy some to rip off you.” His hands undo the clasp of their bra, pulling it off.

“Deal.” His hands go down to their pants, hands shaking as he hurriedly unpops the button and unzips their slacks. They allow him to pull them out of their black slacks and boy shorts. Once free, Rooney helps him out of his slacks and boxer briefs, leaving them both in the nude. Yorinobu lightly pushes them back down onto the bed, their dark red hair fanning around them like a halo. He leans over them, one hand propping him up as his other hand trails their thigh. Rooney glances down, his hand trailing closer and closer. They swallow in anticipation, meeting his eyes and holding his stare as he slides a finger in, letting out a soft sigh. Yorinobu breaks the staring game, his eyes wandering over their body as he pumps a finger inside them, decorated with the scars of hard-fought battles that almost killed them. Self-consciousness washes over them, Rooney looking away.

“Rooney, look at me.” They meet his eyes again, as he slides another finger in. It feels good, a pleasurable warmth spreading over them. “You are gorgeous. Allow me to appreciate you.” Rooney fights the urge to cover their face, his corny words working all too well on them. He smirks as their cheeks heat up, increasing his pace. “I think you must have been thinking of me all night.”

They nod, their throat tight, need pooling within them. “I lied,” Rooney rocks against his hand, desperate for him, “It wasn’t work, it was you-.”

Yorinobu swears, sliding his fingers out of them. Rooney lets out a needy whine, propping themself up. He scoots backward, sitting against the headboard with some pillows behind him. He takes his glasses off, placing them on the side table. “On my lap,” Yorinobu commands, motioning for Rooney to come over. Rooney doesn’t waste time, following his order immediately. They hover over his lap, gently taking his cock and holding it in place. His hands grip their hips, fingers digging in. Rooney loves that Yorinobu is holding them like he won’t let go of them.

Slowly, Rooney sinks down onto him, a guttural groan escaping from him. Yorinobu feels so good, so damn fucking good. Rooney loves the way he feels inside them, how he fills them. He helps them, pulling Rooney down until he is buried within them. A shudder runs through them, breath catching in their throat. Finally seated in his lap, one of Yorinobu’s hands brushes away a dark strand of red hair from their face. “How do you feel?”

“Amazing.” And fucking ready.

“Good.” He cups their face, his right hand still on their hip as he kisses Rooney roughly. They wrap their arms around his neck as Yorinobu rolls his hips, Rooney letting out a breathy moan. Rooney feels dizzy with ecstasy, head swimming with only thoughts of Yorinobu. They rise only to sink back down on his cock repeatedly. Their thighs burn, Rooney enjoying how intense every second of this feels. Their breasts bouncing up and down, rubbing against his sweaty chest, the friction setting their nerves on fire. Yorinobu’s kisses grow sloppy, his hand leaving their face. His hand trails downward, eventually reaching their clit. He rubs their clit, Rooney hungrily mewling.

Rooney’s fingers weave his short, onyx-black hair, scratching their nails over his scalp. He gasps into the kiss, earning Rooney a husky groan. They nip at his bottom lip, his lips parting for them. Rooney tugs his short hair, Yorinobu sharply thrusting upward, rewarded with a keening cry from Rooney. “More,” Rooney begs, desperately, “More please.”

Yorinobu’s thrusts grow more intense, a steady rhythm as Rooney rides him. Up and down. Up and down, his cock sinking into them. Again and again. And again. All Rooney thinks is how they want more, so much more. They’re so greedy for him for all of him, especially as he cries their name like a chant. Rooney feels breathless, a warm fire pooling low in their abdomen. Their eyes water, tears of pleasure burning in the corner of their eyes. Yorinobu’s lips come to their neck, Rooney tilting their head to allow him better access. “Yori,” They mewl his name like a prayer, walls tightening around him.

What was once a steady rhythm in unison becomes disorganized, Rooney and Yorinobu hurtling towards the edge. Rooney can’t hold it anymore, ready to let go. They snap, crying his name as they ride him into their orgasm. For a moment, their vision goes black, ecstasy coursing through their body.

Yorinobu isn’t far behind. A few thrusts later, his hips sputter as he buries himself fully into Rooney, spilling inside. He cries their name into their ear, sounding so goddamn good to Rooney. Breathless, he buries his face in the crook of their neck, needing a moment to collect himself. “Yori,” They run their fingers through his hair, “You know I didn’t mean to make you feel undesired last night, right?”

He nods, lifting his head to look Rooney in the eyes. “You did not. I know what your work means to you,” Yorinobu cups their face with his hand, thumb caressing their cheek, “I would never interfere with that, but-.”

Rooney doesn’t think they are going to like the next words out of his mouth.

“I do enjoy teasing you. I will have to distract you more.” Rooney groans, affectionately rolling their eyes as he laughs. Yorinobu is lucky that Rooney loves him. And they’re lucky that he loves them too.

#kate writes #nsft #the rooney fic tag #I won't let fear compromise who I am #commander rooney shepard #OTP: It always comes right back to you #well....here it is #my first actual official smut piece #I'm actually really nervous about posting this #I hope it turned out good!#and if it did #I kinda think I want to write more smut for them #also I'm not brave enough to put this in the actual tags lol #not there yet #lastly did y'all catch the mass effect reference lol

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