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"Another fool came to die?"

Sphinx! Gojo x Human! Geto, from "Who could ever leave me, darling, but who could stay" by @annadante on Ao3!

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Drabble Prompts

As promised, here is a list of prompts for our Drabble Challenge on June 24. It does not have to be SMUT but some of these prompts are dirty +18!

You do not have to use these prompts if you don't want to!

The quotes can be used by the character or the reader!

I have included both word prompts and Quote prompts. Use as many as you want in your Drabble. Have someone pick for you or use a random generator. Will continue to update the list as I think of more fun ideas!

Quote Prompts

"Welcome to the family" 

"Do I know you?" 

"So *that's* what you're into!" 

"Wow! I didn't know you could bend that way..." 

"So, how'd you get stuck in there?" 

"Is that all you've got?"

"You can give me one more, can't you?"

"Please never put those words together in that order again."

"Keep that skirt on while I fuck you"- anon

“Don’t you dare stop until I say so!”

“What? Right now?”

“That’s disappointing”.

“My eyes can't help it!”

“Be careful! It might bite!”

“I saw you the other day with another man”.

“Wait! I’m not ready!”

“What a messy little hole”.

“Is that how you ride a horse?”

“Got a little excited there, didn't we?”

“Just because it’s dangerous doesn't mean we don't try it”.

“Do it for science”. Or “All for science”.

“Got a heavy package delivery. Need some help to carry it inside?”

Credit: @whitefoxfiction (1-5 and some words below); @darthwhorecrux (6); @spacedust-alley (7); @saltychonk (8)

WORDS:

decolletage

wedgie

scent

kancho

passage

bless

transaction

sour

prescription

routine

lodge

Bow

condiment

towels

Elastic

Cheese

Cucumber

Fraternity

Picnic

Language

QUICK SHINJI IMAGINE:

I think he would hype his woman up, WHATEVER she was wearing.

"Oh, darlin' you look marvelous. C'mere." And he would twirl you and grin and whistle while smoothing his hands down your sides. 😍🤤

I'm sorry but i can't stop thinking about Shunsui and his fertility issues.

Warning; smut, no minors, male erectile dysfunction

Imagine him getting excited for the evening, looking forward to helping his sweet flower petal unwind for the day considering how busy and hectic it was around the barracks.

After a nice steamy shower, smelling like a flower shop, he walks into the bedroom where you lay in nothing but a sexy set of lingerie— his favourite set and it never failed him before. But today, there is not the slightest twitch between the loins.

He keeps the towel wrapped snug around his waist so you don't notice his limp problem. The smile on his face never wavers and with that positive look of confidence, he gets between your legs and skillfully gets you wet.

His hot breath and wet lips has you cumming on his tongue multiple times. He gives you a moment to breath between each orgasm. And when you think he is done, he takes permanent shelter between your thighs and starts fingering your wet sex while sucking your sensitive swollen clit. As much as the problem (or the lack of) between his legs didn't bother him, he did not want to disappoint you and leave you unsatisfied.

“Shunsui! STOP!”, you cry and gently tug on his wet hair to pull him off. You are over-sensitive and your body is twitching to your racing pulse.

Shunsui moves up towards your head and lays on his side, propped up on his elbow.

“Sorry Petal. Looks like tonight is not the night”, he says with a smile on his face. He knows you are tired out anyways thanks to his masterful tongue which honestly was enough to get you through most nights.

You look down and notice his towel still shielding his shame. You unravel the towel to reveal his limp dick that appeared somewhat lifeless.

“I’m sorry. I thought the lingerie would work”, you sigh and run your hands up and down his lower abdomen, wondering if a gentle massage would get the blood flowing.

His fingers caress your cheeks and he plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “Dont apologize. You looked beautiful. I'm just an old man with old habits hard to break.”

There was a moment of silence as you lay in his warm embrace, his coarse body hair tickling your warm skin.

Shunsui was content with using anything but his dick to please you. As long as you were content, he was content.

However…..

The next day he pays a visit to Squad 4 and gets some herbs for his problems. He ‘accidentally’ double dosed for the hell of it and can't get it down. “Let’s make up for lost time, petal”.

Summary: Byakuya's not one for gossip, trends or anything of the like, but whisperings of an exclusive spa has made him somewhat curious (though he denies it). Trends come and go, and eventually talks of this spa die down... but not in Byakuya's mind or curiosity.

CW: MDNI! SMUT! So much of it. I haven't written anything so smutty like this in SO LONG. Rimming (m receiving), squirting, tit jobs, 69-ing, anal fingering.

Reader tags: @kennys-partner @villainsrtasty (if you wish to be tagged for future posts, please fill this out)

Author's note: I've been replaying Yakuza ha.. ha. haahahahahahaha.

Word count: 3602

When Byakuya first became captain of Squad 6, he never cared for trends, fads or whatever popular markers were for the Gotei 13. He didn’t necessarily think he was above it all, but it just didn’t concern him. He had to uphold the noble Kuchiki family and the laws of the Gotei 13.

But now, as he grew comfortable in his captaincy, he became more cognizant of the murmurings and chattering of his squad. He knew there were certain food trends that were popular in the World of the Living that were becoming popular in Seireitei, he knew of what music was becoming popular due to what Captain Hirako, Captain Otoribashi and Lietuenant Hisagi would share (not that he had a particular care to listen).

But he also had to thank Rukia and Renji for some part of his newly acquired “knowledge.” Rukia seemed obsessed with some series popular in the World of the Living, and Renji with whatever movies were being shown.

Again, not that he particularly had any interest in consuming.

But for a while now, maybe for several months now, he heard whisperings of an exclusive spa that had opened.

Byakuya wasn’t one for such establishments, yet… no one would stop talking about it.

So much so, he heard Captain Hirako discuss it with Head Captain Kyoraku.

The weeks went by and talks of this spa had yet to die down. Soldiers lamenting that they couldn’t get in, but captains and lieutenants discussing how rejuvenated they felt.

Byakuya… was curious, yet didn’t engage with the conversations. Until he walked by Captain Kotetsu talk to her sister about how relaxed she felt.

But like all trends and rumours, they all die down and something new comes to replace it.

Yet something about this spa wormed its way into Byakuya’s mind. Was it the exclusivity? He could arguably hire the best masseuses in Seireitei and have his own “retreat” at home… yet something about the rumours, and the fact that several captains had talked about it, made Byakuya curious.

Byakuya frowned as he concentrated on the paperwork in front of him. He didn’t know the name of the spa, he didn’t even know if it was in the World of the Living or in Seireitei. He quickly read through documents and signed whatever needed to be signed, and “retired” for the night.

Except he decided to visit Captain Kotetsu. Byakuya was not interested in the other captains heeming and hawing at his sudden interest in the spa, and he also knew Captain Kotetsu would keep his visit to herself.

So when he appeared at the Squad 4 barracks, it was a surprise for everyone. Isane immediately took him to her office.

“Are you alright Captain Kuchiki?” Isane asked, her voice heavy with worry as she scanned him.

“I’m fine.” Byakuya responded, “I’m here to ask you a question.” Isane raised her eyebrows as her sister brought some tea for the two of them.

“By all means, sir, you can ask me anything.” Isane replied, she was beginning to grow nervous.

“I’m looking for a spa recommendation.” He asked, watching Isane’s reaction. She seemed surprised, with the way her eyes widened, and nervous with the way she was hesitant to speak.

“Are your muscles in pain, Captain Kuchiki?”

“No.” He briskly replied, “I overheard you tell your lieutenant about a spa. I’m interested in that one.”

Isane’s cheeks grew pink, “oh you heard that? I’m not sure you’ll like it…” Isane mumbled.

Byakuya narrowed his eyes in response, causing Isane to shudder in anxiety. She nervously laughed and began to look away from Byakuya. She fidgeted with her fingers, a nervous tick she couldn’t shake off, “so that one is Negai, it’s in the World of the Living.” She mumbled, avoiding Byakuya’s gaze.

Byakuya slightly bowed his head in thanks, “I heard it is difficult to get into.”

“Um, yes –“ Isane paused, her face growing redder, “but I can arrange it for you!” She hastily replied, “so when you visit, they can take you in immediately.” She gave a nervous laugh, quickly grabbing a piece of paper to write down the information.

Byakuya took the piece of paper from her hand, “thank you.”

“I will send a hell butterfly once I confirm with them.” She shakily said, her blush not disappearing.

Byakuya nodded again before taking his leave, wondering why Captain Kotetsu was nervous in sharing.

Captain Kotetsu was true to her word and sent a hell butterfly in a matter of days since he met with her that night. Due to his own diligence as a captain, Byakuya accrued a few days off, leaving Renji in charge. The two of them were responding to last minute paperwork before Byakuya headed off for his vacation.

“Captain Kuchiki, where are you headin’ off to?” Renji asked, curious as to the sudden vacation request.

“I am going to the World of the Living.” Byakuya responded curtly.

Renji raised his eyebrows in surprise, “really?”

“Yes.” Byakuya replied, a cold tone evident in his voice. The atmosphere between them changed and Renji knew, after decades of working with his captain, that that tone meant no more questions.

“Well I hope you enjoy your time off, captain. I’ll take care of the squad in your absence.” Renji said, shaking his stack of papers.

Byakuya nodded and left the Squad 6 barracks, heading back to his estate.

Negai was located just outside Tokyo, along a street of non-descript buildings. The building it was in was unremarkable. Other than the elegant signage above the entry way, it was easy to miss. In a way, Byakuya preferred this, avoiding overly flashy establishments.

He was greeted immediately once he entered, “you must be Kuchiki-san, yes?” A man at the front desk asked, as his colleague, a woman, entered something into the computer.

“Your colleague, Kotetsu-san, informed of us of your visit today.” The woman smiled. “Since this is your first visit with us, we suggested that you should have a 120-minute session today.”

Byakuya nodded, “and do I pay now, or after?” He inquired.

“We can take a deposit now if you prefer or you can pay at the end in case there are additional services you request during your time.”

Byakuya remained silent.

The man quickly dialed a number, “Dear, your client is here. Are you ready?” The man grinned at Byakuya, hanging up the phone. “Let me escort you to your room.”

Byakuya was taken to private change room that connected to the larger room he would be in for the duration of his stay. He was provided a silk bathrobe, to which Byakuya felt was of high quality, and a similar quality towel.

Folding his clothes neatly, Byakuya wrapped the towel around his waist and draped the robe over his shoulders. He opened the door to a beautiful, brightly lit room. He narrowed his eyes though… there was no massage table in sight. Instead, there was a large bed, with sleek furnishings, and another door connected elsewhere.

In the middle of the room, stood you, wrapped in a similar, yet much shorter, silk robe. Byakuya wondered if it even reached the top of your thighs.

“Thank you for your patronage, Kuchiki-sama,” you smiled introducing yourself to Byakuya. “Would you like anything to drink before we begin?”

“Is this not a spa?” Byakuya asked raising his eyebrows, noticing that you were completely nude under your robe. You weren’t modest or shy about that fact.

You looked at him in confusion, “spa? This is a soapland, but I suppose legally it’s considered a ‘health’ establishment…” you murmured, “part of our session today includes a massage, do you want to start with that?” You asked.

Byakuya’s eyes widened, but he remained silent. A soapland, that was what everyone was lamenting about… no wonder the other captains seemed in a relaxed mood afterwards.

He quickly pondered if he should leave… but…

He was already here. He was also a someone who would not turn his back on his word. He didn’t care what Captain Kotetsu thought of him if he did leave but he wondered how “relaxing” this place truly could be to have most of the Gotei 13 as its clientele. He narrowed his eyes slightly at you, but relaxed. You were incredibly attractive; he couldn’t deny that and seemed well-mannered.

You on the other hand, looked at Byakuya expectantly. Your pussy was throbbing with how attractive this man was. His long black hair was styled neatly, his face was incredible handsome, and his chiseled body left little to your imagination. You wanted to lick your lips in anticipation for what was under his towel.

You immediately extended your hand and led him to the room behind the closed door he initially saw. Inside, a similarly decorated bathroom greeted him, with a shower, a hot tub… and what looked like a large, inflatable mat. No massage table in sight.

“Sir, if you could please lie face down on this mat, and I can start on your massage.” You smiled at him, pulling out what he assumed to be various types of oils and lotions.

Byakuya laid down on the mat quietly. You couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that he didn’t remove his towel.

“Kuchiki-sama, do you have a particular scent you prefer?” You asked him.

“Jasmine.” He brusquely replied.

“Ok then, I’m going to start now.” You said cheerily. You loosened your robe and gently kneeled between his body, pouring the jasmine oil over the broad expanse of his back. You started at his shoulders, rubbing the oil into his skin. His initially tense shoulders began to relax as you gently kneaded a particular knot in his back.

Your hands moved further down his back, kneading and massaging other areas, until you reached his towel. You decided to keep it on, but moved to his legs, taking gentle care to massage him. Eventually, once most of his body was covered in oil, you gently laid on top of him, pushing your breasts against his back, peppering kisses along the way.

Byakuya shuddered from the sensation, feeling his cock twitch as you rubbed yourself along his body. He turned his head and saw your robe was on the ground – you were completely nude above him.

“Kuchiki-sama, is it ok if I take your towel off?” You asked politely.

Byakuya didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled it off himself, earning a large grin from you. He laid back down and you continued to massage his back, before reaching under him. Your warm hand wrapped around his somewhat erect cock, as you gently pumped him, kissing his shoulder blades.

“Kuchiki-sama, could you please get on all fours for him?” You whispered into his ear, before kissing it. You could feel Byakuya shudder underneath you. You licked your lips as he managed to stay still, his cock slowly growing in stiffness.

The man was incredibly fit, not an ounce of fat on him… except for his ass. You wondered what he did to obtain such a physique, but it was best not to ask clients what they did. Instead, you picked up a different oil and dripped it along his bottom, squeezing and massage it, before you tenderly spread his cheeks. You heard him take a deep inhale once you began to lick his puckered hole.

Byakuya stifled a groan as the strange, yet pleasant sensation filled his body. One of your hands was holding him steady, while another wrapped around his cock, pumping it in time with your mouth. Soon you began to move, dragging your tongue along his underside before he saw you underneath, wrapping your lips on the head of his erection. You sucked as your hands slid up and down his cock.

You pulled yourself up and giggled. Byakuya turned around and faced you. His cheeks were rosy, his hair clinging to his face while his muscular body was covered in a sheen of sweat and oil. His cock stood tall, your saliva and his pre-cum dripping down his engorged shaft.

“Oh my, Kuchik-sama, you’re more tense than I thought.” You teased. “I have some additional relaxation techniques.”

He narrowed his eyes, “even though you’re the source of my stress?” He replied cooly.

You laughed at his response but led him out of the room and back to the bedroom. “Why don’t you lie down,” you murmured, your fingers moving softly against his chiseled abdomen, “while I correct my mistake.”

Byakuya leaned into the bed as you kissed your way down his body before reaching his weeping cock. You smiled at him as he watched you kiss the base of his erection, your tongue darting out to lick his underside. You slowly made your way back to the tip of his cock, licking away his pre cum while massaging his base. You then lifted your body up, pushing your breasts together, and gently pushed his erection between them.

You smiled at him as his eyes widened, watching his cock piston out of your breasts, pre-cum smearing alongside them. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back from coming. He hated to admit that he was enjoying your skills, but hated how quickly his body fell apart from your touches, so he decided to return the favour…

He reached down and pinched your nipples, rubbing them between his fingers. You let out a low moan as you continued to push yourself up and down on his cock. You let your tongue out trying to taste his cock every time it reached your lips.

But it wasn’t enough for Byakuya. He weaved his hand into your hair and pulled you off from his cock, earning a whine from you.

“You’ll need to ask for permission to continue further.” He rasped; his face defying is words. With his cheeks flushed, Byakuya looked like he was going to cum right there, but he had other plans.

He flipped you over and held your hands above you. His other hand squeezed your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples before they dipped to your pussy.

Byakuya gave a small smirk, feeling how wet you were. He pushed one finger into your wet pussy, while his thumb rubbed against your clit, causing you to arch your back. You moaned loudly as he pushed two more fingers inside you, rapidly thrusting them in you.

He watched your face contort from the pleasure, eyes rolling back as your body began to thrash.

“Oh god, too much!” You screamed, before he felt hot liquid cover his hand. He pulled his fingers out of you and pushed them to your mouth, watching you immediately taste yourself.

Your lips were covered in your juices, and without warning, Byakuya reached down and kissed you. He licked at your lips, then pulled himself away.

“We’re not done yet.” He said softly, as he laid down on the bed. “If I make you orgasm again, I’ll have my way with you.”

You raised your eyebrows, chest heaving from the intense orgasm you had, “and what if I make you cum?”

“You can do what you want with me.” Your pussy began to throb. You adjusted yourself as you sat on his face while you reached for cock. And without warning, Byakuya delved straight to your pussy, his lips immediately sucking on your clit as a finger teased your ass.

You let out a loud moan before stuffing your mouth with his cock, trying to stifle yourself. You felt Byakuya shudder again as you bobbed your head on his cock, trying to ignore the pleasure coursing through your body.

But he was devouring your pussy as if it was the last thing on Earth. You pulled your mouth away and squealed as his tongue lapped at you with such intensity and fervor. You felt your orgasm building up quickly as his tongue pushed into your sopping pussy.

You saw stars, screaming Byakuya’s name as you came over his face. You whimpered as he began to slow down his ministrations, his once intense licks and sucks became gentle and soft until he pulled you away.

“So it seems that I won.” He remarked, inspecting your flushed figure. Your eyes were half-lidded, as your body heaved heavily, trying to compose yourself from the two intense orgasms you just experienced.

But… you wanted more, and you wanted his cock. It was still as stiff as ever, standing tall as Byakuya pushed your legs apart. You immediately circled your pussy, your other hand squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples as you began to whine, “Kuchiki-sama, please.”

Byakuya took a deep inhale as he watched you finger yourself for him, the taste of your pussy still lingering on his lips. He took his cock and slapped the tip on your clit, a moan bubbling out of you. You watched in anticipation as he slowly pushed himself into your pussy. Byakuya hissed at how tight you were, your cunt clenching at his cock as he stretched you out.

He let out a low groan once he was fully inside you, relishing how you gripped his cock tightly. He rolled his hips forward, earning a moan from you.

“Kuchiki-sama, faster,” you moaned, “please!”

“I don’t take,” Byakuya heaved, pulling himself out, “orders from you” as he slammed his cock back in. You screamed as his thrusts were slow, but powerful, your legs shaking as he slammed his cock into you. You could feel every inch of him fill you up, to then suddenly have it gone. Your vision began turning white as the familiar rush of an orgasm was fast approaching.

You arched your back as Byakuya’s hand circled your clit, rubbing it in tandem with his thrusts. You cried out as your orgasm hit you again.

But Byakuya didn’t stop this time. Instead, he began to increase his pace, slamming his cock out of your drooling pussy. The obscene sounds, coupled with his moans and your screams, filled the room.

In the back of your mind, you wondered how lucky you were to be fucked like this. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss as he pounded away at your cunt. You pulled away to let out another cry, your body trembling as another orgasm claimed you.

Byakuya pulled his cock out once you came again and placed his cock on your mouth.

“Finish what you started.” He ordered, tapping his cock across your face. You immediately obliged, tasting your pussy juices all over his thick shaft. You began to drool around him, happily and loudly moaning as you bobbed your head along.

Byakuya nestled his hand into your hair again and gently pulled you off from his cock. His hand immediately stroking his cock, “close your eyes” he panted softly, as you felt hot, thick spurts of his cum land all over your face.

You sighed blissfully. You never really swallowed a client’s cum unless they asked, but you wanted to taste him. Opening your eyes, you looked at him dead on, scooping some of his cooling cum on to your finger and tasting it.

“Delicious, Kuchiki-sama” you beamed, the rest of his cum still covering your face. Byakuya chuckled softly, entranced at the sight. “In return… Let me wash you up and you can be on your way.” Giving him a wink.

Byakuya approached concierge and paid ¥350,000 for his time. He didn’t blink at the cost as he handed over the card he used for when he was in the World of the Living.

“I hope everything was to your liking, Kuchiki-san!” Remarked the woman at the front desk.

“Yes, it was much needed.” He murmured, not delving more into it.

“If you’d like, I can book you again.”

Byakuya closed his eyes in thought. “Yes, I’d like to see her in two weeks.” The receptionist took down his preferred day and time, scheduling him in.

“Thanks again for your patronage!”

Byakuya came back to Seireitei, his short-lived vacation finished. Things were running as normal in Squad 6, with Renji updating him on any pressing issues and concerns he needed to address. Once that was taken care of, Byakuya decided to pay a visit to Captain Kotetsu, bringing her a box of expensive wagashi.

Captain Kotetsu’s face was deeply pink as Byakuya strolled in to her office. No words were spoken as she stared down at the floor.

“Thank you for the recommendation, Captain Kotetsu.” Byakuya said, his voice as even as ever. “This gift is a token of my appreciation.”

Isane laughed out of nerves, immediately thanking him and giving a deep bow. Nothing else was said as Byakuya took his leave.

Isane patted her face, trying not to think of what Byakuya “appreciated.”

Back at the Soapland, you and the receptionist were catching up. “Kuchiki-san seemed to really like your work! You’ve gotten a lot of new clients lately” Your friend beamed, as she typed away appointment reminders.

“He’s very…” a blush appearing on your face, “skilled. I’m definitely glad to see him again.” Your friend laughed at the comment, “honestly I’m really grateful the people I’m seeing know how fuck a woman, you know?” You sighed happily.

The receptionist stopped typing and turned to you, “so who do you think was better?” She pulled up your file, seeing all the names you had for future bookings. “There’s Kotetsu-san, Kenpachi-san, Kyoraku-san… Shihouin-san, Urahara-san… or Kuchiki-san?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration. Putting your hand to your chin, you were deep in thought, “Hm… I would have to say…”

READER IS LIVING HER BEST LIFE AND WE LOVE THAT FOR HER!! Who do you think reader enjoyed the most?! HAHAHAHA

Yeah yeah yeah I wanted to write Byakuya at a Soapland because I think his ass would hate to be caught dead there but he needs to let loose once in a while (and reader is gonna make sure that happens!!)

ANYWAYS ENJOY!!!

shinji hirako. mixed feelings about this one tbh

carrd | twt | bsky | ig

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even the most sexed-up man in bleach doesn’t sweat it if his writing does poorly

so neither should you

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Dat jawline! Bruh, stop being soo hawt!! Ur killing us all! 🥵💖

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Bleach men catching you flirting (smau) 𐚁

warning: smut, explicit content & language, 18+mdni

featuring: kenpachi zaraki, shunsui kyoraku, shinji hirako, mayuri kurotsuchi, jushiro ukitake, aizen sosuke

Kenpachissluut writes ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

TW: angst, mentions of smut, addiction

Kisuke and the reader have a friends with benefits type of deal going on

You never slept well in someone else's bed. Especially not Kisuke's. He always kept his room freezing, making it all the harder for you to sleep through the night. You woke up again and again, shivering, pulling his sheets tighter around yourself, though it was futile.

The sun had just begun to rise when you woke again, still trembling, aches rattling in your hips and core. You shuffled and tossed as gently and quietly as possible, trying to find a more comfortable position to see if you could squeeze in just a little more sleep.

Kisuke stirred next to you, causing you to tense up and freeze. With your back turned, you couldn't see him, but sensed his movement, heard his tired sigh as he sat up and fumbled around for something. Then, there was more weight, more warmth, added to your body as he pulled another layer of blanket over your shivering form.

He breathed another sleepy sigh before stilling once more, so easily whisked back into his slumber. You pulled the new blanket up a little higher, shutting your eyes more contentedly, though you still couldn't drift off so easily, not with your mind already planning out your escape, calculating where your various clothes were scattered and how you were going to put them on and gather your keys as quietly as possible, how you were going to slip out without having to face him, without having to see what he looked like with the early light pouring in through his window.

You could hardly sleep again, not with how loud your mind was and how you wished for the safety of your own bed. You creeped out from under the covers, wincing and freezing when the bed creaked under you. After confirming that Kisuke was still sleeping, you kept moving, tip toeing along the floor as you pulled your panties back up, clipped your bra on, threw your clothes back over your drained figure. You clenched your keys tightly off of his bedside desk, careful not to let them jingle.

It was about to be a success as you headed for the door, ready to slip out into the morning without a trace.

But then he called your name, his voice hoarse with exhaustion, not asking for you, demanding you. You reluctantly turned to face him, laying on his back with his chest exposed, staring at you with an intensity that made your chest burn.

"Why are you always running from me?" Kisuke asked, keeping his voice level, no hint of what emotion hid behind his question.

"I'm not running." You stood like a deer in headlights. You were running, just not fast enough, and now you were going to get hit.

"You're sneaking out," he observed, tucking his hands behind his head. "You always do."

You never expected him to say anything about it. It wasn't the first time you'd been caught, but it was the first time he was calling you out. It made your cheeks burn with embarrassment, to be seen by him in this way. Why now?

"Sorry," was all you could manage.

"I was inside you last night," he reminded you.

"What is this?" You asked him, clutching your keys tighter.

"I'm just curious," he said, his lips pulling into a grin. Just like that, his wall was back up, the easygoing, nonchalant facade. "Go on. I won't hold you up any longer."

Your mind, body, and heart were at war. A sudden wave of sadness pummeled you, and you knew you had to get out quickly. You weren't going to cry in front of him, especially not when he had that stupidly handsome grin on his face.

So you ran without looking back, an emptiness rapidly expanding in your chest. You knew what this was - an addiction, a poison, like any other drug, a bad habit you couldn't quit. You clung to the little joys and pleasures - the names he called you when he was inside of you, the innocent kisses he peppered along your nose and forehead, the demand that you look him in the eye when you took him in your mouth or when he took you in his, the promise, when you came, that you were his. My girl. Mine. You replayed those moments in your head over and over again until they weren't enough, until you needed more again, another dose. And then, like any high, there was always the crash - like right now. Anxiety, sadness, numbness, and the cold. It was always so cold.

When you were in the confines of your car, you sobbed, clutching at your chest, wishing you were anybody but yourself. Maybe if you had just a little more love for yourself, a little more backbone, a little more respect, you wouldn't run. You'd demand affection, you'd demand warmth, and if you didn't receive it, you'd leave and never come back. You'd ask for more blankets instead of shivering violently to the point where you couldn't sleep. Maybe you'd even curl up against him. You'd touch him and let him touch you without it having to be sexual because yes, you were inside me.

I was inside you last night. It was incomplete. Where was the rest of what he wanted to say? I was inside you last night, and now you can hardly look at me? You can't stay longer? You can't even wake me up to tell me goodbye?

It made you cry angry tears now, cycling through the stages of grief all in one morning. How could he expect you not to run? He always noticed how cold you were too late. If only he had pulled you into his embrace instead of turning away, or give you clothing of his to stay warm. If only he had just made it clear that he wanted you to stay, that you weren't a burden or just a body taking up extra space in his bed. You may have been running, but he sure as hell wasn't doing much of anything to chase after you.

You had your own sentence to complete. You were inside me, and now you can't even hold me?! You can't even ask if I'm warm enough?! If I'm okay?!

Alone again, you piled on as many blankets as you wanted. You dried your tears and you caught up on the sleep you missed when you were too afraid of how big your heart was and too afraid that he would hear it beat for him. You ignored the biggest fear of all, that you'd never stop running, that it would always end in this way, with you, alone.

A/N: woke up cold, sore, and not in my own bed this morning + can't stop thinking about Kisuke, and what do ya know, it inspired me to write this !!! i'm a BIG irish exit girly, for better or worse :') (probs worse). i'm also extremely passive and avoidant, all this to say, this is definitely a personal piece. i promise im fine !! im much happier than i used to be, but alas, healing isn't linear and sometimes those bad habits like to creep back in.

to anyone who feels like they're alone, who feels like their heart's too big for this world and their passion too loud, i promise you, you're not alone, and please don't ever stop being the beacon of love and light that you are. take care of yourself. set boundaries. be vulnerable. be LOVE

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Food for Thought - Chapter 3: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Dessert After Midnight)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Summary: You often wonder why you feel so alone even when you spend time with other people. An outsider even in a packed room. But a chance work project with Urahara Kisuke provides a strange comfort... so strange that you continue to spend time with him after your project is over.

CW: self-esteem issues, kissing, alcohol consumption, embarassment

Read on AO3 here.

Monday scaries were very real to you. As your alarm rang, you rushed through your apartment trying to get ready. Thankfully your commute wasn’t long, and you were at your desk in no time.

You weren’t the first one in the office, but as others trickled in, you nodded to them as you began to focus on your work for today.

“How was your weekend?” Hanatarou asked innocuously.

“My weekend,” your brain flashed at the thought of you making out with Kisuke yesterday, your face heating up in the process. “Um, well, it was fine! Nothing new or exciting” you laughed nervously.

Hantarou nodded, “sometimes you need those weekends. I had the same as well.” You thanked the heavens that Hanatarou minded his own business, as he got into his own work for the day.

The two of you, and the rest of your unit, were so engrossed in work. You were absorbed with your analyses and debugging that you didn’t realize it was lunchtime already. You glanced at your phone and saw a text from Kisuke. Sighing deeply, you closed your phone; you weren’t ready to face him.

But your stomach growled as you went back to your work. It was no use working on an empty stomach. You peered over your cubicle and whispered, “Hanatarou, why don’t we have lunch together?” To which he nodded. The two of you went to a place he preferred to eat at.

Kisuke frowned as he saw that you didn’t read his message. Lunch was ticking away, and you didn’t respond.

You were ignoring him.

As Kisuke left his office, he wandered through the halls to the balcony overseeing some of the other units, where he noticed you and another employee. He narrowed his eyes as you were laughing at something your companion had said.

Kisuke didn’t like the relaxed look on the man’s face. Or the way you were at ease around the man. Kisuke walked back to his office, his computer screen mirroring yours as he looked through your files. He set an alarm on his phone for a few hours from now, as he went back to his project.

You got out of your seat and stretched your back, sighing as you saw the time, 2:30… still have some ways to go. You wondered about getting a coffee to stretch out your legs.

“There you are,” your body tensed as you turned around, Kisuke at the entrance to your unit, “I texted you, but you didn’t respond.” He sheepishly laughed.

You could see some of your coworkers’ gaze curiously at him and then back at you.

No, no, no! I don’t want this attention. You began to panic. “I didn’t see it, sorry – I had lunch with Hanatarou today.” Hanatarou nodded his head politely at Kisuke, before returning to his work, his headphones blasting music.

“I didn’t text about lunch,” Kisuke smiled, playing it cool. Your face got warmer as you fished for your phone. His text to you was sincere, “I hope you have a good day today. Yesterday was fun. Hope we can talk sometime later in the day.”

And now you feel guilty. Why am I avoiding him?

“I came by asking if you wanted some coffee?”

Without saying a word, you grabbed your things and pushed him out into the hallway. Kisuke grinned as he held your hand. You shook his hand from yours as the two of you made your way towards the elevators. You were frazzled by his appearance, but didn’t say anything, looking at the ground away from him. Your face felt hot again as memories of yesterday flooded your mind.

But the ding of the elevator snapped you back to reality. You were on autopilot as you pushed the down button – Kisuke was talking, but you weren’t registering what he was saying.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he laughed.

“Huh? Sorry, what was it?” You asked, confused.

“Let’s date.” He gave a sly smile, leaning down. Your heart raced as you tried to comprehend what he just said. Date? Me?! No way. Nope. Nope.

“That’s not a question.” You blurted out. But before he could respond, the elevator pinged opened, and you quickly jumped in.

Unfortunately for Kisuke, but fortunately for you, other people had the same idea of leaving the building for a break. People were chatting away as the elevator dinged along, while you and Kisuke stood next to each other in silence.

Once the elevator reached ground level, you immediately rushed through and quickly walked as Kisuke tried to catch up to you. He frowned that you weren’t looking at him – he had to change his plan.

“I have another recipe I want to try.”

“I don’t believe you.” You remarked, still refusing to look at him. You bolted into the coffee shop, with Kisuke fast behind you.

As you stood in line, you felt guilt welling up inside you. Kisuke was trying to talk to you, and for all intents and purposes, he probably was as flustered as you. Shouldn’t you give him a chance?

You took a deep breath, the line slowly moving in front of you. You turned to Kisuke, “let’s talk more once we grab our drinks, ok?”

“Alright, but I’m paying.”

You couldn’t say no to that.

The two of you walked to a parkette near the office. It was a big enough space that people can pass freely through, and it gave you enough space to talk freely in private. You sipped your drink as Kisuke drank his. No words spoken between you two as you stared at the small fountain in the centre of the park.

“So… what’s this recipe you wanna try this time?” You asked, giving him a glance.

“How do you feel about oyakodon?” Kisuke asked, taking another sip.

Your eyes immediately lit up, “it’s one of my favourites!”

Kisuke gave a small smile as he saw your reaction, “it’s mine too, actually.” He lied.

“I’m more than happy to teach you then.” You gave a shy smile, “just no… funny business, ok?”

“Funny business? What do you mean?” He teased, inching closer towards you. Your body felt warm again, as you struggled with the different thoughts racing through your mind.

He’s just being a jerk.

But what if he isn’t lying?

No one really likes me.

And with that thought, you didn’t notice you gave a sad smile. Kisuke frowned.

Your mind raced and drifted between your insecurity and hope. “Do you want to come over Saturday or Sunday next weekend?” You asked.

“Let’s do Saturday, I’ll bring the groceries again.” Kisuke gave a small smile.

“You can just buy the chicken, I already have the other ingredients.” You said, making a note in your phone – this time you won’t be surprised.

You knew you should head back to the office, but you wanted to stay with him some more. “I can’t stay for long, so I’m gonna go back up.”

Kisuke nodded, a lazy smile on his face, “don’t keep me waiting tomorrow” he teased.

What happened next surprised him – you gave him a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek and dashed back inside. He lightly touched the spot where your lips were, a blush growing across his face. For once he was shocked, surprised even – what a curious woman he thought.

You felt flushed and anxious as you went back to your cubicle. You chugged your coffee as you quickly skimmed your emails and work messages. No, you totally didn’t kiss Kisuke goodbye, nope. It was just you slipping forward and your lips coincided with his cheek.

Your face got hotter after realizing what you had done. You quickly reached for your phone, typing an apology to him, but you stopped typing as you saw him typing something.

“Next time, you can greet me with a kiss too” he texted, a laughing emoji followed.

Your face had never felt this hot before. You decided to turn off your phone and go back to work.

After work, you agreed to grab drinks with Rangiku and whoever she could wrangle to join for a Monday night bar run. With what had transpired during your afternoon break, you wanted a drink to ease your nerves. You sat with her in a booth, a few glasses between you two, as the two of you watched Izuru and Shuhei from the Legal and Compliance division play a drinking game.

Maybe I should ask Rangiku about what I should do you thought to yourself.

You took a large sip of your drink, the alcohol burning your throat.

“Woah, not like you to drink that much that quickly!” Rangiku commented.

“I have a question –“ you felt a bit lightheaded, but kept going, “and if it’s personal, don’t answer it.” You took another large gulp of your drink.

Rangiku’s eyes widened, and then she gave a sly smile, “what do you wanna know?”

“How long did it take for you and your partner to have your first kiss.”

Rangiku blinked at the question, then gave a hearty laugh.

“I’m serious!”

“I know, I know!” She said, fanning herself, “it’s just a cute question.”

You remained silent, waiting for her to answer.

“I think it just… happened?” She shrugged her shoulders. “There wasn’t a particular thing we were doing, there wasn’t anything special we had done” she said, her eyes softening. “We were just in my apartment watching a movie and I thought how lucky I was to have someone who made me so happy” Rangiku giggled, “and it didn’t help that he’s so handsome.” She lowered her voice, a gentle smile on her face as she reminisced, “I just gave him a big kiss then.”

“How long did it take you to kiss him?”

“My, my, is there someone you want to kiss?” Rangiku teased.

“NO!” You shouted, getting the attention of Izuru and Shuhei, you gave a nervous laugh.

Rangiku raised her eyebrows, but was too curious to stop, “you can tell me…”

You downed the remaining alcohol in your glass, coughing from the burn, all the alcohol you consumed was finally hitting you at full force, “yes – I like kissing him a lot.” You mumbled, mishearing her question.

“Who?”

But the alcohol was too much for you at this point. You couldn’t focus on Rangiku or her question, the room felt like it was spinning. Rangiku frowned and immediately called a ride home for you.

Rangiku was surprised you held in your alcohol for the duration of the ride. You seemed, content, staring off out the window of the car. She didn’t press further about who your crush was, but she also couldn’t hold back her curiosity.

Thankfully your home wasn’t far from the bar. She kept you close, worried you would stumble around.

“Does he know you like kissing him?” Rangiku asked as the two of you approached your unit.

“No… he probably thinks I don’t like him.” You mumbled; your eyes began to water.

“Why don’t you tell him you like him?” She asked, helping you take off your shoes.

“’s too hard…” you muttered, “He probably doesn’t like me…”

Rangiku sighed loudly, “I wish you saw yourself the way me, and this lucky guy, sees you.” She gave you a tight hug, petting your hair. “Sometimes you’re your own worst enemy.” She scolded, dragging you to your bedroom.

“Fine… fine,” you grumbled as you reached for your phone.

Your eyes were getting heavy and tired, but luckily Kisuke was still at the top of your messages. Rangiku could only watch as you mumbled and typed something into your phone, then fall over into your bed.

Rangiku gently smiled as she tucked you in, “I hope you dream of your lover boy.”

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping and an incredibly dry mouth. You jolted out of bed, feeling the immediate rush of pain.

You remembered drinking with Rangiku, and her helping you home. You grabbed your phone to thank her for last night.

But the colour of your face drained when you saw what you had texted last night.

“I really, really like kissing you.”

“A LOT.”

Kisuke Urahara had read your messages.

Thanks for your patience and to @worldsetfree for beta-reading this chapter! I hope you guys enjoy this :D.

Food for Thought - Chapter 2: Smells like Aperol Spritz

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Summary: You often wonder why you feel so alone even when you spend time with other people. An outsider even in a packed room. But a chance work project with Urahara Kisuke provides a strange comfort... so strange that you continue to spend time with him after your project is over.

CW: self-esteem issues, kissing, Urahara being a creep.

Read this chapter on AO3 here.

“My only request is that,” Urahara lowered his voice, bringing his face close to yours, “don’t invite anyone else – I want your undivided attention.”

You gave Urahara a confused look at his remark, “why would I invite other people? My kitchen is so small.”

A brief, yet awkward silence filled the space between you two before Urahara burst into laughter. When was the last time I laughed like this? He wondered to himself as he stopped. “I suppose you have a point.” He gave you a small smile, “so no surprise guests then, Ms. Popular” he teased, followed by a light chuckle.

You smiled fondly at his laugh. You noticed, since spending lunch with Urahara now, that he seemed more relaxed. He always gave a mysterious air around him, almost as if he was assessing everyone he interacted with, even you, but today felt a bit different.

No, I’m just overthinking things. You told yourself. You quickly checked your phone and saw your lunch break was nearing its end. “I’ll have to go now Urahara-san, but hopefully we can chat again tomorrow?” You asked, putting away your lunch.

“Sure,” he replied with a slight grin, “don’t keep me waiting.”

You waved him off as you headed back to your department. Your cheeks felt warm and your heart felt odd.

Sitting in your office chair, you sighed. I have a crush you thought with sadness. Of course you would have a crush on him, he was friendly, funny and intelligent. It didn’t help that he was handsome either. You wanted to reach out to your phone and text him something, anything, to validate your thoughts, until you heard your name.

You looked up to see Rukia there smiling at you, “I missed you at lunch today! Where have you been?” She asked, noticing the shocked and embarrassed look on your face.

“Oh, sorry.” You apologized, “I had lunch with Urahara-san today.”

“You’re not done with that project with him?” She asked, folding her arms. “It’s not like you to delay something like that.”

You shook your head, “oh it’s nothing like that”, you began to fiddle with your fingers, avoiding her gaze, “I appreciate his company so we have lunch together sometimes.”

Rukia clicked her tongue, “ahh, I see. He’s not being weird with you, is he?”

Your eyes widened with surprise, “not at all! He’s quite funny actually.” Rukia narrowed her eyes, but let you continue on, “he’s really insightful. I like talking to him.” You gave her an earnest smile.

Rukia sighed, “alright, but just keep your wits about you, ok?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “sure, mother.” You said sarcastically. Rukia huffed, but you broke into laughter, “I know you’re concerned, but Urahara-san is quite normal.”

“Well I didn’t come here to talk about him,” she admonished, “I wanted to double check if you were still free for lunch tomorrow, you know the one that Ukitake-san is treating us to?”

“Oh right, thank you for reminding me!” You said, completely shocked that something like that slipped your mind.

“And I’m also here to show you something…” Rukia said, before reaching into her pants pocket, “ta dah!” She held out a pristine, limited edition Chappy keychain in the palm of her hand.

“You managed to find one!?” You gasped, “how?!” As you delicately picked it up with your hand, as if it would crumble with even the gentlest of touches.

Rukia grinned, a satisfied smile on her face, “I managed to win it in a blind box. Lady Luck favours the bold, you know.”

“And no one is as bold as you, Rukia” you chuckled. “But it’s cute, congrats!” You smiled at it, giving it a soft squeeze before handing it back to Rukia.

But before you and Rukia could continue with your conversation, your manager Hiyori peeked her head, giving you two a glare. Rukia gave you a polite smile, leaving you with your work… and your phone’s messaging app open on your texts to Urahara.

I’ll just let him know about tomorrow. It’s the least I can do. You thought to yourself as you began to type.

Kisuke mulled around in his laptop, losing interest in the code in front of him. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of you. Spending time with you, as innocuous as lunch was, left him feeling uncomfortable and anxious. It was an uneasy feeling that he didn’t want to dwell on, but at the same time, he also craved your attention.

Maybe tomorrow he would be firmer in his approach with you. He would test himself. Maybe he was drawn to the physicality of your presence rather than mental chemistry building between you.

The line of code stared back at him while his brain ran through iterations of plans. He’ll have lunch with you tomorrow, maybe he would buy a pre-made lunch and lie that he attempted to make it for dinner. He would have you taste it; you would be amazed and proud, and he would lean in for a kiss.

Yes, that’s what he would do. He would test you to see if you would reciprocate. After all, most people wanted him for something, he would figure out what was your deal anyways.

Kisuke slowly began to type his code, until his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a message from you. His heart quickened, which he just as quickly dismissed. His fingers immediately opened the text you sent, and his heart churned.

You sent an apology about tomorrow’s lunch, something about a director treating your unit. You sent a sad emoji to express your disappointment but then followed it up with “please send me a recipe when you have the time!”

Kisuke leaned into his seat. He was a patient man; he would figure your game out eventually.

Your heart raced as you sent the message off to Urahara. He had read receipts on, so you kept your phone glued to you as you waited for his response.

Why does it matter if he responds or not? I can’t change tomorrow.

But you felt strange, you quickly grabbed your phone and reiterated that the weekend was still on and reminded him to send you a recipe. You saw he read the message, but gave no response. Sighing, you leaned into your seat. It’s fine. It’ll be fine. There’s nothing going on.

Director Ukitake was a kind and generous man. He wanted to keep morale up in the company and occasionally treated units to luncheons. Sometimes they were catered if it was a larger unit, but a smaller division like your own would often be treated to the private section of a restaurant. And today was no exception.

You mingled with your colleagues as you saw in the corner of your eye Rukia talking with Kaien Shiba and Director Ukitake. The three of them seemed closer than you remembered, but you were proud of her. You knew Rukia worked hard to make a name for herself rather than relying on her brother-in-law’s connections. And it seemed that Director Ukitake and Shiba-san recognized her effort too with the way the three of them chatted away about proposals and projects coming.

You, on the other hand, felt slightly removed today. For some reason, you felt like you were miles away from everyone. Your mind wandered to what Urahara-san was doing. I hope he’s having a proper meal. You thought.

It was then your phone chimed, and you saw a reply from him. It was a link to a recipe for chicken and vegetable curry with udon. You couldn’t help but smile at your phone and send a reply, “this will work great! Bring some Tupperware” as you ended the text with a smile emoji.

Again, no response, but you saw the notification that he read your message. You felt a bit sad, but it wasn’t until Hanatarou waved his hand over your phone, that made you aware that you needed to get back to reality.

“Sorry, my brain’s been everywhere but here today.” You smiled sheepishly to Hanatarou.

“It’s alright, I hope it was something good! You seemed a bit sad today.”

You felt guilty for making Hanatarou worry, “no, I’m totally fine. Sometimes you just wake up on the wrong side of the bed, you know?” You laughed it off, trying to show him that you were ok. “Besides, it’s hard to be mad with food this good.”

Hanatarou chuckled, nodding his head in agreement as he watched you bite into your meal.

Maybe it was a good thing, but for the rest of the week, work had been more demanding than normal as of late. Your brain and thoughts were too preoccupied with incoming projects and deliverables, so you didn’t have time to dwell on Urahara-san.

But at the same time, it did hurt a tiny bit that he also didn’t text you either. Yet you tried to remind yourself that there was nothing more from this. He was just an acquaintance, a work friend at best. The two of you got along great, but an hour of conversation, with an occasional 15 minute coffee break, wasn’t really anything special. You kept reminding yourself there was nothing more and nothing less. You were doing him a service by teaching him how to cook… not to get your hopes up.

The debate between your mind and work and your feelings left you feeling exhausted. When the weekend rolled in, all you wanted to do was sleep and relax, completely forgetting that you didn’t tell what time Urahara-san could come by today.

You jolted awake and scrambled for your phone. “It’s been a busy week, but I hope you can still make it!” You texted him, followed by your address. “Let me know how much I owe you for groceries.”

You immediately noticed that he read the message, and just as quickly, he replied with “don’t worry about it.”

Your heart fluttered as you began to clean your home. Should you get drinks? A dessert? Your stomach was in knots at the thought of Urahara-san in your home. You felt jumpy at the slightest of sounds, from the hands ticking away at your clock, to the low humming buzz of your kitchen lights.

I need to relax. There’s nothing to worry or be anxious about. You told yourself repeatedly. You sipped some water when your phone beeped; Urahara had entered your buzzer code.

You felt your heart thump loudly in your ears as you waited for him. You splashed cold water on your face as you tried to relax. You looked over your counter and made sure knives and bowls were ready to prep food, and your stock pot was on the stove ready to be used.

You jolted again at the quick raps at your door. Peeking through the eyehole, you confirmed it was Urahara. You couldn’t help but laugh, was he wearing a bucket hat?

You opened the door and greeted him, surprised by his outfit of choice, a dark green shirt with grey sweats, with a large tote filled with groceries. “Green is a lovely colour on you.” You smiled at him, “I like your hat too!”

“Oh this ol’ thing? Had it for a long time now and it hasn’t let me down yet.” Kisuke chuckled, taking his hat off. “Thanks again for having me.” He smiled at you.

“Of course, it’s my pleasure.” You smiled politely. “Why don’t I take the groceries from you?”

“It’s fine, just lead me the way.” Urahara said as he motioned you forward.

Your kitchen was only a few steps away from your entryway, and as Kisuke placed the groceries on the table, you felt your cheeks warm realizing how large he was in comparison to your small kitchen.

Has he always been this big? You felt flustered, as he washed his hands. You noticed immediately the way his shoulders rolled under his shirt, and the muscles in his arms slightly flexing.

“Why don’t we get started then?” You asked, as you took out the contents of the tote.

“Tell me what to do and we’ll be done in no time.” Kisuke replied, giving you a smirk. You felt your cheeks grow even hotter.

“I think we should cut and marinate the chicken.” You stammered, avoiding his gaze, “everything else will be pretty easy afterwards.” Kisuke nodded. You ushered him to your cutting board as he took out the packaged chicken.

You stood next to him as he began to cut the chicken into bite-sized pieces. You were impressed by his knife skills.

“Are you sure you don’t know how to cook?” You remarked, as you watched him easily debone the chicken leg. “Your knife skills are impeccable.”

Kisuke shrugged his shoulders, “I’ve learned some surgical skills in my line of work.” As he quickly nicked a tendon off a joint, “I guess it’s a type of applied learning?” He tried to joke. But you didn’t laugh. It caught him off guard at how intensely you were watching his hands.

Next you instructed him to peel the potatoes, onions and carrots. The potatoes and carrots were done in relatively no time, but the onions were another story. You weren’t even the one cutting them, yet your eyes watered immediately. But Kisuke was unphased, as he sliced them away.

“What is your secret?” You asked, as you patted your eyes dry.

“My secret? For the onions?” He teased, “aren’t you the teacher? You’re supposed to be giving me tips.” He chuckled, finding it cute when you pouted at him.

“Fine, keep your secrets. I’ll find my own way.” You huffed.

With all the ingredients prepped and ready, you brought Kisuke to the stove and instructed him to turn on the heat to a particular setting. You explained the process and steps needed now, and how quickly it’ll come together. He nodded along, slightly hovering his hand over the pot to feel its heat. Once he thought it was ready, he put the chicken in to sear.

You were calm and patient with him, as he asked questions about certain steps. You were, to his surprise, not flirting with him, not teasing, or trying to seduce him. You were yourself and… he was enjoying it. He loved the way your eyes would look as you calmly explained a cooking technique to him, or why certain ingredients go in at certain times. Your patience was another surprise for him. He was certain the questions he asked would annoy you, but you took them in stride.

“Are you sure you don’t have a boyfriend?” Urahara teased, knowing full well you don’t after he researched you. “I’m sure you’d cook for him like this.”

Your cheeks felt warm again, “no…” you whispered, as you watched him sauté the vegetables. “I would like to though if I had one.” Urahara’s eyes perked up, but he remained collected.

“Well, more for me then.” He laughed, trying to put you at ease.

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask your partner to teach you, Urahara-san.” You replied, gaining the courage to look at him.

Without missing a beat, Kisuke responded with a chuckle. “I don’t have one.” He opened the curry roux box and broke in some pieces as you told him to, “lucky us, right?”

You were surprised by this. Why isn’t someone like him in a relationship? But before you could dwell on the thought further, you instructed him to slowly pour in the chicken stock. Soon your kitchen began to smell of fragrant spices of Japanese curry. Your mouth beginning to water at the thought of dinner soon to come.

“Good job, Urahara-san!” You smiled at him, then placed the lid over the pot. “We can let this simmer away.”

“You can call me Kisuke.” He replied, giving you a slight smile. “I’m in your home, no need for honorifics.” He grinned.

“Oh…” your cheeks might as well be sore with how flushed they were becoming, “if you insist!” You nervously chuckled, “why don’t I make us the udon and a simple salad while you have a seat?”

“Actually, if you could just tell me where the bathroom is, that would be great.”

You turned him around to your hallway and pointed him in its general direction. Kisuke nodded and took off, leaving you with your thoughts for the time being.

Ok, that wasn’t so bad! You realized.

While you were lost in thought, cutting vegetables for the side salad, Kisuke snuck into your bedroom.

It was wrong of him to be here, but he was curious. He was also never one to deny himself from his curiosity. He inspected your room and looked at what held your interests. He already took note of what books lined your shelves and what artwork was placed in your cozy home. Little things that would tell him more about you. He saw on your bed was a laptop. Exactly what he was looking for. He inserted a flash stick into its port and turned on the computer. Maybe your computer would tell him more.

Once his flash drive had run through the code, allowing him remote access on his end, he turned it off and placed it back on your bed. He took another look around your room, a thoughtful look on his face as he inspected everything.

Kisuke already thought you were a curious woman. A woman with many interests judging by the books and art pieces you collected. He looked at your vanity and saw different skincare products laid across, with dainty pieces of jewelry in a small dish.

A dark part of him also wanted to find something else. He pulled a drawer and saw your underwear neatly arranged. An assortment of panties, briefs and thongs. Kisuke couldn’t help but smile at the thought of you in nothing but a thong in the kitchen waiting for him.

Speaking of which, he knew he had to return before you went to get him.

Kisuke made his way back to your kitchen, watching your back as you stirred the pot. He wondered what you were thinking about as you stood there. He crept behind you quietly, before wrapping his arms around you, “it smells delicious.” He whispers into your ear.

You jolt immediately, deeper into his embrace. You were completely caught off guard by his presence, “I didn’t noti—”

With the way your head was angled to look up to him, Kisuke took his chance and pressed his lips against you. Your eyes widened in shock before he pulled away. “My cooking can’t be that bad!” He laughed, seeing the expression on your face before grabbing your wooden spoon out of your hand. He stirred the pot as you reeled in disbelief over what had happened, brushing your fingers across your lips. “And I see you already made the udon and salad.” Kisuke nodded his head approvingly, “thank you.”

You nodded your head, unsure of what to say.

“Why don’t you sit?” Kisuke asked, “these are the bowls we’ll be using, right?” Again, you nodded.

Kisuke prepared your bowl first, placing it right in front of you. He sat next to you at your small table, waiting for you to take the first bite.

You hesitantly picked up a piece of chicken with your chopsticks, blowing off the residual steam from it. You still were unsure of what to say, maybe food in my mouth will make this less awkward. You immediately shoved it into your mouth and your eyes went wide.

“This is delicious! You did a wonderful job” You exclaimed, as you went for another piece.

“Well, I had an amazing teacher.” Kisuke smiled, placing his hand on your thigh. You didn’t recoil at the touch, but your body felt a bit tense.

What should I do? You wondered, trying to understand what was happening. You hesitantly placed your hand on top of his, giving it a squeeze. “Or maybe you’re just an excellent student.”

“My teachers and professors would beg to differ, but I’ll accept your compliment nonetheless.” He chuckled, before eating his share.

The two of you ate in silence. You were too preoccupied with what had happened, and Kisuke was enjoying the look on your face.

“Ura—I mean Kisuke” you murmured, placing your chopsticks into your empty bowl, “why did you do that?”

“Do what?” He smiled.

You stared at him, disbelief washing over your face as your mind began to race even faster. “You kissed me!”

“And?”

“Why?”

“Why not?” He laughed.

“I – we’re not dating”

“So let’s date. I want to keep kissing you.” Kisuke teased, leaning into you.

Your face felt hot once again, “how about we have dessert” you tried to quickly get out of your seat. “I have some ice cream in my fre—”

“I brought a dessert for us to share actually.” Kisuke smiled, going back to his nearly empty tote. “I bought this chocolate cake for us to share.” You were shocked to see the bakery’s name, it was a fairly expensive and highly coveted store that sold limited pastries.

“I always wanted to try one of their cakes!” You remarked.

“Then let’s dig in.” Kisuke smiled, already knowing where you kept your forks. Kisuke opened the box and cut a piece of the cake with his fork, before putting it to your face, “you should have the first bite.”

You were embarrassed but opened your mouth as you ate the piece of cake. Your eyes widened at the rich flavour of the chocolate, and the moist layers of cake.

“It’s that good?” Kisuke smirked, enjoying your reaction. You nodded your head and took a forkful for him, placing it by his mouth.

He closed his eyes and leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the utensil. You couldn’t look away, but felt dirty at what you had just seen. Flustered, you put the fork down, but saw that Kisuke had a smudge of icing near his mouth.

“Oh you got some on you,” you murmured, and out of habit, you reached towards him to wipe it away. But as soon as you held up your hand, Kisuke pulled you into his lap, causing you to shriek… except that it was muffled, with his lips on you once again.

Kisuke’s grip around your hips was firm, as you stilled in his lap. You didn’t know what to do, as you clung on to Kisuke as he pressed his lips against yours. You felt his tongue swipe at your mouth, causing you to gently open your mouth. You tasted the chocolate off his lips, before you pulled away. You took deep breaths as you saw Kisuke’s cheeks grow a tint of pink.

You licked your lips, unsure of what the feeling was coursing through your body. The only thing you knew was that you wanted more. With a jolt of courage, you placed your lips gently on Kisuke’s. Your thoughts were racing, but you didn’t care.

You felt wanted. With Kisuke’s warm hand slipping under your shirt, you also felt needed, and you were just as needy. You pulled away from him to catch your breath. Kisuke’s grey eyes were transfixed on you, staring directly at you with such intensity you had never seen before.

It scared you. And your anxiety crawled its way back into your brain, as you got off his lap.

Laughing nervously, “well this was fun!” You immediately went to grab the bowls and utensils and place them in your sink. “I’ll pack the rest for you to take home.”

Kisuke narrowed his eyes, watching your demeanour shift. You weren’t exactly cold with him, but he sensed a wall that no amount of kissing or flirting would break.

“I’ll help,” Kisuke calmly said, as he went to wash the dishes. “It’s the least I can do.”

“No, you’ve done plenty!” You exclaim, “I can’t make a guest do the dishes.” As you tried to pull him away from the sink, but he was surprisingly strong and sturdy.

Kisuke chuckled as he steady your body, “it’s fine.” He gave a quick peck on your forehead, your face heating up once again, “you having to pack the food away is more than enough.”

“Ok…” you sighed, resigning to portion out the rest of the food.

You ensured Kisuke had everything he brought back in his tote, making sure he didn’t forget anything.

“Thank you for the cake and company tonight.” You murmured, avoiding his gaze.

“And thank you for teaching me how to make curry udon.” Kisuke smiled, “hopefully we can do this again?”

You nodded your head.

“I’ll see ya at work tomorrow then.” Kisuke grinned, his bucket hat covering his eyes, leaving you unsure of what look he was giving you. The two of you waved each other off as he departed down your elevator.

Locking your door, you slumped.

You were so exhausted, and now you had to deal with work tomorrow! At least you didn’t need to worry about lunch.

Thank you for reading!! I want to thank @worldsetfree for beta'ing this chapter for me. The smut is coming soon!!

Food for Thought - Chapter 1: Blini with caviar and crème fraiche

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Summary: You often wonder why you feel so alone even when you spend time with other people. An outsider even in a packed room. But a chance work project with Urahara Kisuke provides a strange comfort... so strange that you continue to spend time with him after your project is over.

Content warning: Reader is written with self-esteem issues/insecure thoughts, food is a large part of this story. Kisuke will become a yandere in this, he is also promiscuous. This chapter has no smut, but it will become very NSFW soon.

Read on AO3 here.

Chapter 1: Blini with caviar and crème fraiche

“You’re still up for karaoke tonight, right?” Your co-worker Hanatarou asked, as he peered over your cubicle.

You smiled brightly at him, eyes filled with mirth, “of course! I don’t back down from a challenge, especially one from Madarame” you snickered. Hanatarou laughed as he thanked you again for agreeing to come with him to a singing showdown. You knew Hanatarou since you started working at the Senjumaru & Hikifune Diagnostics Company. While you and Hanatarou were new in your roles, you sensed that there was an ongoing rivalry between your department and Madarame Ikkaku’s - the marketing team.

But before you could figure out your song list for the night, your manager, Sarugaki Hiyori shouted for you, “Oi! C’mere quick. I got a new project for you, newbie.”

It had been over two years since you started your job here, but you couldn’t help but laugh at Sarugaki still calling you “newbie”, but the casual behaviour you two shared was something you appreciated in your role.

“I got a new project for you.” Hiyori explained, walking you towards the meeting room. “The higher ups were impressed with how you dealt with the immune checkpoint inhibitors assessment.”

“Thank you, but it was a team effort after all.” You explained, which was true to a degree, but you were the lead analyst on the project.

“Don’t be so modest,” Hiyori scoffed, “anyways they want you to do a review on the prefecture’s medical imaging inventory.”

“I see, but that’s not my area of expertise, wouldn’t Akon or Nemu be better fits?” You asked, knowing that their team, led by Kurotsuchi Mayuri, were the health technology team.

“In all other cases, yes, but they turned down this project.” Hiyori huffed, entering the empty meeting room. “They said some bullshit about other projects of theirs being of higher priority.”

Well, that’s fair you thought, but Hiyori’s face looked like she didn’t buy it. “From the look on your face, you don’t think it’s true.” You laughed as she clenched her notebook.

“It’s because they don’t want to work with the consultant tied to the project.” Hiyori explained, her scowl growing deeper. “Not like I want him to work with you either.”

“I’ve worked with frustrating consultants in the past, Sarugaki-san.”

“I know, I know” Hiyori sighed, looking dejectedly at the window. “This guy’s annoying, and frankly, just plain weird.” She admitted. “I worked with him for a short while, he wasn’t completely a bad guy then. He just gets on my nerves.” She explained, honestly.

“Well, if you were able to tolerate him, then it should be fine.” You said, wondering what type of person would not only upset Hiyori (who was already quick to anger) and Kurotsuchi-san (who was already easy to annoy). You figured this person must have been normal to some degree, since the two people who have worked with him were a bit odd in their own ways.

Your manager explained in more detail the work you’d be doing and the finer technical details of the expectations senior management had for you. “The consultant is an expert in this field, which is why he’ll be assisting you on this. Apparently, he used to work for the national health board way back when.” Hiyori explained, as you diligently took notes.

“Anyways, that’s about it. I sent him a meeting invite to this board room in 5 minutes. I’ll email you everything we shared for your records. I gotta bounce, but send me a message if anything comes up.” Hiyori waved you goodbye as you sat alone in the room.

You checked your phone, scrolling through your calendar for the week. You were relatively social at work, with colleagues sending you invites to things to see, do and eat. You didn’t see the harm in participating, and you weren’t much for drinking to begin with, so you made sure your colleagues got home safe. Either way, you were appreciative of them inviting you out.

Five minutes turned to ten, and still no show of this infamous consultant.

You continued scrolling through your phone, going through your social media accounts. Acquaintances from school and previous jobs, were sharing engagements, wedding photos and many other milestones. You couldn’t help but smile sadly, with cold, belittling words ringing through your head.

This stuff isn’t meant for me anyways. You thought, as you continued to scroll through your feed.

It wasn’t until you saw the time, that almost half an hour had passed. You began to type a message to Hiyori about the no-show consultant, until he barged through the door.

Pale, disheveled blonde hair, and what you assume a white button down and a poorly tied dark green tie around his neck under a brown sweater, paired with dark grey slacks.

He immediately grabbed your hand and gave you an intense handshake. The suddenness threw you off and confusion was evident across your face.

“Ah, sorry about that! I’m Urahara Kisuke the technology consultant, and I suppose you’re the analyst I’m working with?” Urahara-san asked.

You nodded your head, while you flexed your poor hand that was caught off guard by his tight handshake. You introduced yourself and offered him a seat next to you. The two of you went over the technical details and scheduled to meet again tomorrow before your lunch break. Your phone began to buzz as your coworkers and friends began to barrage you with texts.

“My my, you really are popular.” Urahara teased, as he stared at your phone with curious eyes.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed from his comment, “no, not really” you explained, “I agreed to karaoke tonight, that’s all!”

Urahara gave you a soft smile, “that must be nice. Karaoke sounds wonderful. Have a great time.” You thanked him for his time today and rushed off to your coworkers.

He wasn’t so bad. You thought, as your coworkers waved at you near the elevators. You told them to wait for you in the lobby as you grabbed your belongings, unaware that Urahara was watching you from the hallway.

The karaoke bar was lively. Drinks were ordered, snacks were shared and laughter erupting from your private booth. You smiled at your friends who sung along badly to old pop hits, and laughed as they sang dramatic renditions of tearful ballads. You sang along, clapping with them, until you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder.

“I heard you met Urahara Kisuke today.” Rukia quietly whispered.

You stopped clapping and turned to face her as the rest of the room kept singing along.

“Oh yes I did Kuchiki-san! He was quite polite and knowledgeable. He really knows his stuff.”

Rukia gave you a puzzled expression, “really? I heard he’s kind of shady.”

“It’s funny you say that, my manager said that as well, and she mentioned Kurotsuchi-san saying something similar.” Rukia’s face turned to one of concern, “but I’m going to be meeting with him for the rest of the month, so I’ll tell you if anything interesting comes up.” You laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

“Ok, but just be careful. I heard from Rangiku at Payroll that they weren’t able to fire him because he has deep connections to some of the executives.”

That surprised you. The company itself was old, nearing 50 years (or so they say). You didn’t know much about Urahara Kisuke as his field of work was different from yours. You made a mental note to look into him later tonight. “What was it that made them consider firing him?” You were curious to know why everyone you’ve spoken to about him, had such poor opinions of the man.

“I’m not sure, I heard he was doing insider trading?”

“Really!?” You exclaimed, “wouldn’t the cops be involved then?” Pointing out the discrepancy within the rumour.

“Oh… yeah..” Rukia was stumped, “I’ll ask Rangiku next time I see her then. Maybe she doesn’t know either.”

“Or maybe it’s just a baseless rumour?”

Rukia gave you a look of uncertainty, “just be careful around him, ok? Rumours start from somewhere you know…”

You laughed her comment off and treated her to favourite snack. You were left with an uncomfortable feeling the rest of the night and excused yourself to leave early.

At home, you looked into Urahara Kisuke. Several of his papers came up, all of them focused on some aspect of biomedical engineering. You saw a Kurotsuchi-san’s name come up frequently as a collaborating author, and another person, “Aizen Sosuke” come up. You ran a quick search on him and saw he was working as a professor in the top university in the country. Nothing else came up in your search though, which left you more questions than answers.

You always tried to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, and Urahara-san was no different, maybe it’s just a baseless rumour after all. Whatever the case may be, work was work, and you resigned yourself to be professional and complete the project to the best of your abilities.

You had meal prepped your lunch for tomorrow then prepared for bed. You still couldn’t shake off everyone’s comments today, so you hoped sleep would wash the thoughts away.

It had been several weeks now of meeting with Urahara-san. Your time with him made you doubt the comments made by your colleagues and friends when you first started the project. Now it was nearing the end of it, and if anything, if someone were to ask you to describe “Urahara Kisuke”, you would say he was a “curious, yet brilliant man who tries to be funny.” You laughed at yourself when you remembered the terrible “jokes” Urahara-san made, but he was certainly an interesting person.

Today was your last meeting with him though, and a small part of you was sad. You liked spending time with him. You watched him skim your report on the laptop screen with an intense focus, typing in tracked changes sparsely in between.

“I’m impressed!” Urahara said to you, “you really nailed this review. I know the execs will love it.”

You smiled at his compliment, “I’m flattered, Urahara-san, but it’s your vast knowledge that really helped me. I wouldn’t have even known to look in the formulary database and disability policies!” You said, shaking your head.

“They really are right about you.” Urahara remarked in a serious tone.

You looked at him with curiosity.

Urahara chuckled and in a teasing tone, “that you’re incredibly studious and hardworking! I barely did anything.”

“Well I have to say people are wrong about you.” You beamed at him, “people were telling me all sorts of rumours about you, and to be cautious.”

Urahara raised his eyebrows, but let you continue on.

“But you’re actually quite friendly and diligent.” You give an awkward laugh, “and I’ll miss working with you.”

Urahara looked surprised. He had never heard that before. Most people found him, in some ways, too difficult to work with. His unorthodox approach to analyzing and finding results, and dubious ethics, made finding people to work with slim to none. Yet here you are.

They really are right about you. He thought to himself. It bothered him, to some degree. Initially he wondered what angle you would be playing at while working with him. Would you fish him for gossip? Would you be a bother and ask about his past research? An annoyance who wanted access to his connections, his work?

No, none of that came up. You approached him with sincerity and kindness, something he wasn’t dealt with in his years of working as a researcher.

“Urahara-san, if you have some time,” you ask, your face growing warm, “would you care to join me for lunch?” To say he was startled was an understatement, but he accepted.

“Is that all you’re going to eat, Urahara-san?” You ask, noticing his canned coffee and prepackaged rice ball.

“Oh this,” Urahara laughed, “I had a hearty breakfast, so I wanted a light lunch.” He lied to you, while wearing a large grin on his face.

“If you want, you can have some of my food.” You offered to him. “I don’t think that’ll last you through the afternoon.” You gave him a sheepish smile.

Urahara’s eyes widened, but he chuckled, waving you off. But you were full of surprises, you pushed forward your lunch to him, “why don’t you have some of mine?” Your face grew hot as you began to ramble, “I know I may not look it, but I’m a pretty decent cook.”

He was hesitant, but the earnest tone in your voice, and the way you avoided his eyes told him enough. He picked up the utensil and took some food for himself.

Urahara’s eyes widened but quickly shifted. “My, you certainly know your way around the kitchen!” He joked, a slight smile on his face as he noticed the way your eyes avoided him, but the pleased smile on your face.

It felt unusual to him, to enjoy someone’s company like this, it put him on guard. He would listen to you talk, watch your reactions, and try to rationalize what you wanted out of him. But before he could make a definitive conclusion, your lunch break was over.

“Thank you for spending your lunch break with me, Urahara-san.” You said softly, “if you’re free the rest of the week, I’d like to do this again.”

His mind raced, maybe you were interested in something more personal from him, his under-the-table work, maybe you were sent by Kurotsuchi or the higher ups to investigate him.

But a small part of his brain knew that wasn’t right, he’d have to get to the bottom of this. “Yes, I’d love that.” He gave you a smile.

Two weeks had gone by where, for the most part, you and Urahara had lunch together at work. You were dismayed by his lack of lunches some days. He would say he was too busy to prepare something, or having a larger breakfast made his appetite quite small. But you had your suspicions.

“Urahara-san, what’s your favourite meal to cook?”

Urahara made an exaggerated sigh and cupped his chin, “why lately, it’s been what you’ve shared with me at lunch.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “I’m serious! I’d love to know what you make. I want to try new recipes.” You gave him a sincere smile.

It’s what bothered Urahara about you, you were too sincere, too earnest with someone like him. He suspected you didn’t know the actual rumours surrounding him, and a part of him hopes you never do. His heart, much to his dismay, would flutter seeing you smile, seeing your eyes light up. He would watch, as he wandered around the company’s different units, how you interacted with other coworkers and colleagues. You were polite and friendly. So… disarming.

Urahara let out a sigh, it would be so easy to let you go if you were only spending time with him for nefarious reasons. He wouldn’t have had any qualms about leaving you high and dry. But even on the weekends, he would send you a short text, something about how your weekend was going.

A small part of him was growing jealous at how you would hang out with some of your coworkers after work. Your social circle seemed so large compared to him… but he wanted to be at the centre.

“I don’t have one. I can’t say I’ve cooked much for myself.” Urahara murmured, scratching his head.

You looked at him with shocked eyes, “no way! Not even scrambled eggs?”

Urahara let out a laugh, “ok, maybe one.” He looked at your now empty bento that he had nibbled on, “if you have the time…”

You looked at him with such an eager expression, the knot in his stomach tightened, as he tried to ignore the thudding of his heart. He wouldn’t act on feelings; this was a plan to let you slip up what your real reasons were to spend time with him.

“Would you teach me how to cook?”

And as he suspected as much, and denying his own relief from your words, you agreed. “Why don’t you pick a recipe you want to try and you can come over to my house on Sunday?”

“Sure,” Urahara said, his brain already laying down plans to ensnare you, “but won’t your boyfriend mind if I come over?” He asked, with a hesitant look on his face.

“If I did have one, maybe!” You laughed, “You don’t have to worry about that, trust me.” You looked away from him, a sad look on your face. Urahara narrowed his eyes, but before he could ask more, your smile was back, “just let me know what ingredients to buy.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Urahara said, “I’ll bring the ingredients. It’s the least I can do since you’re offering your kitchen.”

“Oh alright! Thank you for going through the trouble.” You smiled, “let me know how much it is and we can split the bill.” Urahara laughed at your comment, you really were so honest.

“No, it’s on me. Especially after feeding me lunch these past few weeks.”

You let an awkward laugh, before avoiding his gaze. “My only request is that,” Urahara lowered his voice, bring his face close to yours, “don’t invite anyone else – I want your undivided attention.”

THANKS FOR READING MY FIRST CHAPTER!!

I've already have drafted over 5 chapters for this story and I have an ending in mind for it too. As a personal goal, I want to complete this, so I hope you join me along for this ride!

Stream ’n Chill (Yuuji Itadori x Reader) MDNI 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: It’s finally here! Sorry for the long fucking wait. Life have been lyfin for weeks now. But I managed to get through it 😭 Anyway, I hope you all enjoy reading it!

Synopsis: this time Yuuji is needy for you. He won’t admit it though. He’s snarky like that. :P

WARNING: Grammar, both are 21+, surprisingly needy boyfriend, cuddling, make out, slow start, humping, rubbing, oral, doggy, f.top, squirting, pacing, cumming etc.

Take your time reading due to pacing and dive into the story! 🩷

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7PM

Yours fingers scrolled down on TikTok. Your eyes were mindlessly looking at content ranging between, cooking, fashion, local pop-ups and more, as you laid in your comfy pink bed. Sometimes, at random, a few chuckles and bustling conversations about who knows what came from downstairs. Your parents had invited some neighbors and co-workers to come cover for to catch up on their lives and shows they’ve been watching, while enjoying some delicious food that your mother made for them. Of course, you made sure to bring two plates upstairs because “you were hungry”. and told her to save another two plates for later on…whenever they decide to leave for the night.

Good thing you brought some snacks to pass on hunger for a little while. You smiled at a video of a cute baby kitten that was following a stranger in the parking lot in the middle of the night and the person was trying to shoo it away, to no avail. You giggled and left a comment: “It owns you now haha.” And went back to doom scrolling.

“Dude What the hell! I need more bullets!”

“G-go get the potion behind that abandoned cabin. Gooo! What the hell!” He yelled through the pink headset.

The male was half loudly shouting at the players as they played Call of Duty. “What the hell are you doing? Go to the other side!” He motioned to the screen annoyingly as if they could see him. He clearly sounded frustrated but you didn’t want to budge. It’s just a game after all.

The frustrated, cute pink haired male was your boyfriend, Yuuji. Sitting at your pink illuminated gaming table - complementing the newly renovated bedroom you worked so hard on.

He had came to your house; Through your bedroom window like you’re one and only Tarzan. You texted him that your parents were having guests over for dinner and you were bored. So, you pleaded him to comer over for some comfort until they leave. And, he came in a flash. Not that kind of flash though.

You didn’t want to talk to anybody that you didn’t know and be bothered.

“Dude I need more ampule. These guys keep coming at us.”

“What the hell are you doing. Go to the other side, idiot!”

“What are you….you know what-“ he pressed pause out of frustration, took off the pink headset forcefully and gently placed on its stand - mindful of your stuff. He turned his head back and noticed that you were still there, doom scrolling to kill time. His lips slowly curved up, eyeing your back facing him. The chair rotated to the bed. Shirtless, he got up and quietly walked towards you. You couldn’t see his shadow due to the pink hue of your room and your eyes on the screen, but you suddenly felt a weight pressed down on your bed before you caught his arm in your peripheral, standing like a pillar. “Hm?” You knew whose arm it was and you turned to see him towering you. “Whatchu doing?” He mumbled, smiling softly at you. Your lips formed a soft smile, “Nothing.” You said softly, looking up at him. He looked at you for a moment, making you giggle. “What?” You said, trying to hold your giggles.

“Sorry for being so loud earlier.”

“It’s okay. It didn’t bother me at all.”

“Hm.” He hummed, he caressed your thigh and kissed your shoulder. “Maybe you can play REPO with your friends next time?” You asked, feeling his firm hand warm in between your thighs. “I’d be loud as hell. You know that. Louder than a few minutes ago.” He chuckled, looking at you. “Oh. Well, I tried.” You shrugged, earning a little laugh from the male. “Mm.” Your lips suddenly met his. His lips were so soft and so warm, slapping against your own at a slow pace. “Mm.” Your back arched, your neck straining to not leave his soft lips. You moaned again, arching your back when he kneaded your warm thigh with enough pressure. “Mm~” He lowered his hips to your ass as it was pushing back against his crotch. “M-mm~” your body started rocking gently to his lazy thrusts against your ass. Your cheeks were getting hotter every second. Your arm reached the back of his head and you scratched his undercut lovingly as you kissed each other languidly.

The bustling commotions downstairs masked your sweet time with your boyfriend. “M-mm!” His fingers slithered up to the hem of your strap tank top, sending shivers through your body before he caressed your tummy. His palm was so big and warm as it brushed your soft skin. “A-ah~” you breathed in the kiss when the calloused digits stroked your tummy lightly and quickly slid up to rub around your nipple. He chuckled, resting his palm on your belly, knowing that you are ticklish. “Mm.” You savored the way his hips rolled against your ass, very slowly.

You switched to rest your dainty hand on his hip to keep going. Ultimately making him go a bit rougher. As his lips smacked yours softly, he slowly lifted the hem of your strap top, revealing your soft round titty. “Ah~” you sighed when the tip of his finger began circling your nipple - right on the center of it. Soft and slowly, just how you like it. “Unh~” your tongues circled around his lovingly as he fondled the little pebble, hardening under the tip of his finger, before his lips enveloped yours lovingly.

“Unh~” you moaned softly as he kneaded your soft breast and rutted his hips against you, rocking you as you laid on your side. You felt the pressure on your ass, his cock behind the zipper poking at it. “U-unh~ yuu~” you enjoyed every second of this sweet intimacy with him, making you lift your leg up a bit to give him a better angle, hoping to get him to prod your needy pussy. “Ugh~” he groaned, listening to your soft pants as he watched your body squirm below him, and your tit in his grasp.

You felt weak. No. Needy - lying on your side like this as he humped you.

You wanted more.

As if he read your mind, he pecked you on the lips and quickly leaned back. You pouted, pulling him back to your ass but to no avail. You were so wet in the deep valley of your legs from the inside of your lounge shorts.

“Get on your knees, babe.” He muttered, twitching in his pants.

Soon after, the sheets were shifting below your feet as you got on all fours, close to edge of the bed. Your plump tits were hanging out shamelessly as the top was folded up to your chest. You were a quivering mess, anticipating what would happen next. You felt his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and he gently pulled it down to your knees and slid it off your ankles. “Mm-Unh~” He suddenly spreads your cheeks, pushing you forward to get a better view of your pretty pussy. You felt completely bare - out in the open as a matter of fact. He can even see your cute little bush, hiding your tiny bud in between your puffy lips. “Mm.” You stood there, feeling his brown orbs admiring your glistening flesh. He knows what he’s going to do it - how’s gonna do you.

“…”

All you can hear was the white noise of the video game playing in the background and silverware clinking downstairs.

“Y-yuu-“

“Move up a bit.” He cut you off.

You crawled to face the headboard and below were your comfy pillows. The bed dipped when his knees were on it as he carefully gets behind you. You suddenly gasped when his soft lips kissed your back randomly. You felt the wetness on your skin. His firm hands rested on your hips and pulled you back to his, feeling the denim material graze your pussy. Gently, he pushed his hips forward, his fingers slightly digging into your hips to anchor you. You were getting rocked slowly by his steady thrusts.

“Mm~” you moaned lowly, switching to resting on your elbows and spreading your knees apart more. “Unh~” you sighed softly, feeling your wet puffy slit rubbing against his denim crotch softly, the zipper prodding your needy clit. His lazy thrusts went on for a while, forming a little splotch on the denim material. You arched your back, digging your knees into the bed to feel more of the friction. “Unh baby~” you panted, earning a soft chuckle from the pink haired male behind you. At that moment, he started bucking his hips against you. “M-mm~” you quivered messily, relishing the zipper bumping your needy pussy. Your gratifying moans came out messily while your jiggling tits were rubbing against the soft plush pillows.

“U-unh~” you sighed messily to his teasing thrusts as your hard nipples rubbed against the soft sheets. “Y-yuu~” you felt hot and needy from his teases, pulsating everytime the zipper bumped your glistening slit as he thrusted. Your sweet aching hole kept on clenching on nothing, aching for him to just fuck you now. He watched your sweet ass jiggling, biting his lip as he goes. His shorts was starting to get a little tight and messy. “Mm!” He pressed his hips very roughly against your ass and slowed down. “Ugh…” he sighed, circling his hips back and forth, watching the strings of your arousal marking the denim fabric. It felt rough and soft against your pussy, making your wetter every time the material stroked your throbbing slit. Giving you a more slick and satisfying feeling rubbing your pussy.

Suddenly, quick movements from behind you piqued your cloudy mind. “Hm?” Your flushed face started pouting on the pillow. You were about to lift your head up to see but you gasped when you felt a pair of soft lips kiss the curve of your ass. He planted kisses all around it, slowly.

“Mm~” His calloused thumb dipped into your puffy lips. So warm, he thought as it glided through your slick flesh. “Mm~” you moaned sweetly, rocking your hips as he did, opening you up. “Ah~” you sighed, circling your hips steadily while his soft lips kissed your curved ass slowly. Your gratified sighs filled the air, mixed with your sweet hums from the friction.

He planted one last kiss and spread your cheeks out. “Yuu~” you mumbled shyly in the pillow as he pushed you forward, ready for his crafty tongue. He leaned forward, feeling your warmth close to his lips. “Unh~” you waited patiently for him, feeling a slight wiff of his breath brush your slit. He kissed right next to it as his brown orbs narrowed your pussy and leaned back, focusing on how wet you are right now.

Look at that pretty pussy.

His brown orbs dilated darkly when you pulsated, making his dick twitch and his pulse almost skip a beat.

“Yuu-“

*smack!*

“Mm~Agh!” He kneaded the round flesh roughly and glided his tongue into your pussy. “Mm~” you groaned heavily and shivered from the strokes, making him chuckle when he licked your flesh greedily. You were gasping for air, whimpering his name breathlessly in the pillow as your fingers curled into the pillowcases. “U-Unh!” Your stomach pushed in achingly as the tip of his tongue fondled your throbbing clit. Your toes kept spreading out everytime he circled your bundle of nerves so well, cramping up in the sheets. “Unh~fuck...” you panted, squirming in his iron grip.

“Yeah…!”You whispered half loudly to the starving male, drooling on the pillow.

“Y-yeah baby!” He focused on flicking your clit feverishly that you had to shut your eyes.

“Unh!” The tip felt so warm and tingly on your throbbing clit. “O-oh god..!” Your brows deepened with content.

Your whispers and low heavy groans filled the pink lit bedroom. You were trying not to be so loud but he was eating you up so well. “Mm!” You quivered, his hefty hands gripping your cheeks more roughly as the warm appendage swiped your slit greedily. “Awh yeah baby~” you whined, reaching for the back of his hand. “Oh fuck…” he switched to resting and applying pressure on your heat, heeding the slow sweet sounds of his tongue pressing against it, softly and messily.

*squelch….squelch…squelch* he listened to the sweet sounds of your plush pussy.

“Ugh~” you cried out weakly, switching to grabbing your tit for control and squeezing it. You were pulsating too much. “Mm…” he moaned, switching to open mouth kissing it thickly and slowly, slobbering his pink lips. “Ahhhhh~” your head lifted off up from the sweet friction, throbbing from the thick kisses, especially on the sensitive nub.

He loves your fleshy lips so much.

“Mmm~” he moaned deeply, listening to his lips smacking against the flesh lovingly. He opened his eyes and turned his head a bit, eyeing your mirror handing in your bedroom door. The sweet curve of your ass close to his face was reflecting in the mirror. His orbs trailed up to your face as he ate you up. Your pouty face was too cute. “Hehehe.” He watched it scrunching up continuously against the pillow for a moment before turning back to his favorite meal with a messy smirk.

“Mm~” he moaned again when he kissed it lovingly, quick but gentle kisses planted on your fleshy pussy. “Ah~” you watched his side profile in the mirror. “Unh fuck ~” you whispered weakly, eyes never escaping the sight of him eating you so well. His bravely hands were so big grabbing your spread ass roughly. “Unh~yuu~” your eyes rolled in the back of your head.

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Your soft praises came out in breathless whispers, filling his head while the thick strings of your arousal fell onto the bed sheets. “Unh~lick my pussy…~” you sighed heavily, slowly rolling your hips up and down for that sweet-sweet friction.

“Unh-uuuunh~” you drawled heavily in the pillow when he circled your hard throbbing clit. “M-mrrm~” you twitched abruptly, the warm pressure felt way too good.

“Mmm~” you smiled weakly at his reflection, reveling in eating your sweet pussy. He loves how fleshy and fat it looks when he gives it attention. The lazy wet sounds gave you butterflies. You caressed the back of his hand feathery to reward him while his saliva and your arousal drips onto the pink blanket. “Ahhhhh…ssss.” You breathed out in relief, your tummy aching and your pussy pulsating excitedly when he flicked it feverishly.

Your eyes were getting more glassy every second.

His cock was getting too hard inside his shorts from your weak pants. “Ahhhh~” he breathed out, slowly gliding the tip of his tongue down to your clit and up to your clenching hole. Back to back. “Unh yeah~…yeah…” you sighed against the pillow. your eyes were getting hazy again, reveling in how he always eats it, slow and steady with good pressure.

*SLUUUURRRPPP*

“Mmmmmm~”You whined at the long pitched sound, blushing shyly as you started squirting discreetly from the latching of his lips. “Mmm~” he moaned, drinking it so satisfyingly as you whined, failing to stop squirting in his mouth. You arched your back from the feeling of his soft lips latching onto your pussy, pulsating from the warm sensation. “Eep!” You squeaked, when his tongue started flicking all over your slit.

“Ugh..! Aaagh!” You cried lowly, trembling uncontrollably as he was still latching on it. “Ha..!” You gasped softly on the feeling of your clit getting sucked abruptly and started gushing roughly into his mouth.

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“Mmm….” You whimpered weakly in the pillow, pulsating weakly as he still ate your overstimulated pussy for a few more seconds.

*Smooch* He kissed it to finish it off and leaned back, sitting on his knees.

*SMACK!!*

You whimpered breathlessly from the stings of your ass.

“Hehehe.” He chuckled at your breathless form and smiled down at his erection hidden behind his shorts. It was aching to be freed from restraint. He was way too hard to be held back.

It seeks for relief from his one and only who can help him.

He licked his lips and quickly unzipped his fly, piquing your ears. You didn’t miss it when his aching cock flung out of his shorts after he pulled it out in the mirror. Your mouth started salivating at the sight after he threw his shorts somewhere in the room. He wrapped his hand around the thick shaft and began stroking slowly. Your orbs started at the reflection, distracted by the way he stroked it with good control, the tip getting squeezed every time he did. “Fuck...” he whispered heavily, stroking it a bit tighter. It never ceases to amaze him on how hard you make him feel every time.

It was so hard, curved and twitchy. He was hard as a rock.

He moved up a bit to align himself, resting his hand on your lower back.

“Unh…” you moaned. he started rubbing the mushroom tip in between your puffy lips slowly, dipping into your folds. You shut your eyes, feeling it glide through your puffy pussy. It was warm and hard, making your pussy throb. “You like that huh?” he whispered, smirking down at your side profile on the pillow. Looking like you’re in heaven. “Mm~” he heeded your moans as he watched his task, flicking your wet slit. “Unh~” he pressed his cock, stirring up your senses. “Ssss…ohh~.” He hissed. You felt so hot. “Mmm~” he added deeply, poking your entrance teasingly, aching to fuck you senselessly. Your arousal glazed the mushroom tip as he did. “Fuck.” He muttered and pulled back.

He started slapping his cock on your ass before preparing himself. “Alright.” He whispered, aligning his cock to your pussy. Slowly, he pushed into your fluttering heat, making the two of you groan harmoniously. He threw his head back, relishing how warm and gummy you feel. “Oh fuck.” He almost fainted while he slid inside of you slowly. You savored the perfect stretch and the way thick skin of his shaft slid into your wet fluttering hole.

You were getting wetter and wetter every second.

“You okay, babe?” He muttered, fully inside of you. You moaned in agreement, feeling him thrust extremely slowly for a “pre-feel”. He snickered and rested his hands on your hips.

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8PM

He started off with his hips rolling up to your own slowly. Gently stroking your gummy walls lovingly. Your ass and tits was jiggling steadily in between his soft thrusts. He rocked his hips up with good measure, almost as if he dancing behind you lovingly. “Mm~” he hummed, watching your ass slapping against his hips from his slow but rhythmic thrusts. “Shit.” His mouth drew saliva from the view and hissed. Your dowey eyes were focused on the mirror, watching it jiggle in the dim lit room . “Mm~” you sighed, feeling and listening to the gentle smacks of your ass as he did. You loved the way his curved cock slid into you and out so lewdly. The pink highlights of your room complemented his glistening cock.

You closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of your body getting rocked to his gentle thrusts. “Ahhh…” he sighed softly, his mouth agape as he felt the sweet prickles around his length. “Ooh fuck yeah.” He hissed, gently pushing your hips back to his own for a deeper feeling.

“U-unh~” His long strokes stirred your senses, fluttering around him as began to slowly pick up his pace.

*clap..! Clap…! clap..!*

The bed was creaking. His fingers were digging into your hips, giving you butterflies. “Fuck…” you sighed, dizzily looking at him in the mirror as you breathed out on your pillow. Your miles brushed the soft pillowcases, sending prickles over your body. “Sssss…yeah…” he whispered hotly. “You like that baby?” He muttered, heeding the sweet skin slapping sounds increasing every second he upped the pressure gradually.

“U-uu-nh~yeah.” You sung out messily, his gifted dick rubbing all the right spots. His thighs were gradually slamming the back of yours roughly. “U-u-uuunh~” your face was sliding on the pillow as he fucked you so well. He always starts off slow and eventually gets rougher. You love every second of it.

“Such a good fucking pussy” he hissed and smacked your ass. You whined and gripped the sheets for control. “Yeah…give me that pussy.” He bucked his hips roughly, feeling your plush walls squeeze him lovingly. He switched to gripping your thighs, making you dig your knees deeper into the bed to feel him more.

“Y-yuu!” He fucked you feverishly, worried that your parents might come upstairs. “A-awh!” Your face scrunched up and your mouth widened when the tip kept poking your g-spot. “That’s it baby..!” He whispered thickly. “Awgh..!” His heart dropped when you clenched him. You managed to look back at him, resting on your elbow and your hand grabbing your ass cheek, feeling your tits jiggled recklessly in the air from his pace.

“ ah~yeah baby~” you sighed messily, panting as he fucked your g-spot deeply while you grabbed the curve of your ass more of that sweet friction, sending sharp prickles in your needy pussy.

“M-m-mmm..!Just like that…yeah..!” You whispered to him with so much need, his dark brown eyes piercing into yours with deep lust. “A-ahhhh~” you sighed sloppily, throwing your head back, making him ram cock into you. Your untidy sighs makes him go feral, sending butterflies in his aching stomach as he slams into you. He switched to resting his hands on the wall. “Ah~” you whispered angelically and shabbily at the feathery sensations, and laid down on the pillow weakly.

You were going to cum.

The thick wet slapping sounds from your greedy cunt filled the air, ringing in his ears.

Luckily the background music of the video game menu was disguising your intimacy.

Hopefully.

You couldn’t tell, you couldn’t hear anything except yours and his neediness and his greediness spreading all over your needy body after all this time.

“Unh~” you cried weakly in the pillow, pulsating rapidly when you suddenly cummed. “Y-yuuuu~” you whined again, quivering as he kept going, thrusting hungrily into your sobbing cunt.

Four quick thrusts in and he pressed his hips to your own. “Fuuuck~” he mumbled heavily, shivering as he shoots inside your walls.

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8:30PM

“Feels so fucking good~…mmm~” He praised, smiling drunkenly up to you while his toes curled up in content as you bounced on his stiff cock. “Awwhhh…” he breathed out in satisfaction, loving the feeling of you bouncing your soft ass on him slowly and sweetly; like a spoiled princess.

The bed creaked steadily as you did. You let out a soft giggle as you watched him hazily with your hands standing like pillars on either side of his head. The way his cock never cease to strike your gummy walls and poke your g-spot sent you into cloud 9. “Unh~” Your body felt so putty and feathery as you rode it gently. “Mm.” You leaned forward to kiss him. His soft hands caressed your back and down to your sides lovingly as you enveloped each other’s lips languidly. He thrusted up everytime you landed on his lap, rubbing your gummy spot. “Ah fuck…yuu~” he thrusted lazily into your fluttery cunt, glaze and warm in your arousal. “Such a good pussy baby~” he whispered, cupping your soft tits. “Ssss…mmmm~” he moaned, reveling in your sweet warmth. You were so comfy and warm around his length, giving him butterflies in his stomach. “Fuck~” he added, feeling your prurience dripping down his cock.

*Smack!!*

You whimpered, pulsating from the stings of his hand resting on the curve of your ass. He quickly pushed his feet in and switched to grabbing your ass, spreading you open when he started thrusting into your heat feverishly.

“Uuuuunh~” you let out a drawled messy moan. Your body was so hot and jiggly above him. “Oh f-fuck…” you whispered messily, feeling his dick slamming into you greedily. “Y-y-yuuu~” you called out breathlessly as you heeded his needy thrusts.

*clap, clap, clap, clap!”*

The rapid sounds stirred up your body feathery, making you spread your legs out more for a much more deeper feeling. “F-f-uuck..!” You muttered, your head thrown back. “Agh..!” He groaned and hissed, pushing your hips down to his greedy dick. Your messy pants filled the air, clouding his mind as he anchored your putty form. “Ha..h-haaa~” you panted messily, loving the way it shoves into your sobbing hole at such speed.

“Come on, baby. Come on..!” He praised, feeling your fluttering hole crumbling around him. You whined and began bouncing on his greedy cock weakly. The sounds of skins slapping on each other grew thicker and thicker, making him chuckle.

*smack!*

“That’s it.” He praised and cupped your tits. “Uuuugh~” he pushed his head back to the pillow deeply. “Sssss….ahhhhh…” he breathed out in deep relief, feeling light as a feather. You whined as your ass met his greedy hips, his pelvis slapping your puffy pussy lips lewdly. You closed your eyes, feeling that syrupy sensation forming a warm knot in your tummy.

You’re gonna cum.

You focused on the feelings of your pussy getting slammed by his thrusts, the thick cob webby strings sticking on his pelvis and your puffy lips, the sounds filling your ears and the way your body jiggled frantically, your lips started to open slowly. Feeling your clit pulsating from the overwhelming sensations all at once.

“O-ooh..!” You croaked, your brows deepening. You started gasping for air as the waves started traveling through your veins coldly. You hips started twitching —

*spurt!*

You gushed out your liquids roughly. “A-ah!” You groaned heavily in a whisper, pulsating erratically. “Ahh…fuck yeah..” he praised, slowing his pace down as it pooled down his sack. “A-agh!” You gripped the headboard for control as you cummed uncontrollably.

“Mm. Yeah baby” he whispered again, looking up at you like you were his angel. “Mmm” leaned forward and mouthed your soft tit. He sucked your nipple lovingly as you whimpered and quivered messily around his cock. “Ahh..” he breathed out from the fluttering sensations and sucked it again as he circled his hips up lovingly. “Come.” He pulled you down to his chest and kissed you. “Mm.” You kissed him lovingly, his cock thrusting lazily with enough pressure as he held you around your waist and the other on the curve of your ass.

You sweet whines of pure content filled his mind. “Mmm~” he moaned in the kiss,

Caressing your ass softly to reward you as he heeded the watery sounds of your sweet sweet pussy. “Ah~” he sighed softly as he looked at you, rolling his hips up lovingly to your heat. “Ah fuck~” he sighed again, breathing in your face softly. “Mmm.” He moaned deeply when your wrapped your lips around his and squeezed him.

His soft exhales filled the dim lit room as you rode his cock so sexily. The sheets were shifting under his feet constantly in satisfaction. He loves it when you ride him slowly and clench him when you sink down to his cock. “Ah…” he sighed softly as he thrusted into you gently. The loud banters of your parents and their friends echoed through the hallway and into your bedroom from downstairs. Soon after, his arms wrapped around your back and

he went back to bucking his hips feverishly. You heeded his greedy thrusts slamming into your plush and sore pussy.

*Creak..! Creak..! Creak..!*

“A-ah~” you moaned lowly, looking at him lovingly as he held you tightly. “Aaaahhh~” he drawled lowly in your chest. You arched your back for more friction, stretching your sweet hole for if his sweet strokes.

The bed creaked rapidly but steadily as he was being mindful of your parents and their guests downstairs. But who knows. “Unh~”The quick soft sounds of thighs slapping each other were making you pulsate.

Your tits were jiggling on his glistening chest. You didn’t care if the two of you caught but you knew how much he did — even during heated sessions like this. You only cared about how good he’s actually fucking you again right now. And like always, keeping you close to him, in his arms during times like this…

“Ahh…fuck .” He sighed breathlessly, he gritting fuck you quietly as his brows were furrowing in deep content. You almost giggled in his embrace. his persistence in being a good boyfriend to your parents was so cute. You squeezed him tightly to reward him and he lost it.

“Awh!” He suddenly gripped the back of your thighs roughly, making your heart sink and slammed his cock into you. “Gimme your pussy baby.” He growled deeply in a whisper, looking up at you heinously in lust.

“U-Ungh!” You cried. He shoved it into you roughly. “Yuu!” You whispered half loudly, squirting uncontrollably.

“Ah!” You squeaked out, your fluids gushed out forcefully.

He hissed longingly at the squeezing sensations, feeling his release coming in seconds.

“Uuuunh.” He grunted painfully as he pushed his head back into the pillow, cumming inside of you. His hips kept twitching as he attempted to thrust himself into your creamy pussy. “U-ugh…sssss.” He circled his hips weakly as he twitched. You humped the shaft to help him cool off as you looked down at his flushed face. “Unh~” you sighed softly and squirted a bit, cupping his face. “Ugh..fuck.” He circled his hips very slowly to relish your sweet creamy warmth once more.

“Mmm~” He slowly opened his eyes and smirked. “You okay, baby?” You smiled softly making him chuckle. “God. Your pussy does wonders to me.” You giggled at his remark and kneaded your tits shyly. His eyes flickered down to your fingers rubbing your nipples lovingly. “Felt good?” You nodded, smiling shyly when he works his hands up to your breasts.

Soft kisses rang between to you two for a little while before he pulled his cock out. You whined, making him chuckle. “You loved it that much?” He bit his bottom lip cockily.

You pouted in obviousness.

End.

It's okay for Grimmjow to poke fun at you and make jokes, it's all in good spirit after all. You both knew he never really meant the things he said, but let him catch someone else degrading you…

You weren’t planning on telling him how upset you were that someone had insulted your intelligence, their harsh words repeating over and over in your head, tormenting you. But he knew you too well, knew there was something wrong when you ignored him, attempting to flee, your eyes red and puffy from crying. He wouldn’t let you get away so easily.

“What’s wrong with you?” He demanded to know roughly. “Why are you acting wimpier than usual?”

You were about to tell him to leave you alone and go away when you caught a flicker of concern in his glacial eyes. Maybe it was all in your head, but in your vulnerable state, you crumbled before him, whining and whimpering to him about the person who hurt your feelings.

Under normal circumstances, he'd tease you about being a crybaby and tell you to grow up, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything of the sort this time. Jaw clenched and fists balled, he barked at you to stop crying, assuring you, "I'll take care of it."

"What?" Your eyes widened. "What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about it." He was already stalking away, a menacing gleam in his eyes.

After that, the person who had been so cruel to you seemed to avoid you, scurrying away each time you neared with fear in their eyes. You weren’t entirely clueless when it came to Grimmjow’s violent nature, so you didn’t have much trouble imagining what he could have possibly done to them. You didn’t fully condone it, but you weren’t going to complain either. Obviously, whatever he had done worked in your favor.

The next time you saw him, you shared your gratitude. "I'm not sure what you did, but thank you."

“Yeah, whatever. You’re welcome,” he huffed, pink rising to his cheeks. You didn’t expect him to say any more on the matter, but then, “if someone ever says shit to you again, you come get me,” he ordered, avoiding your eyes.

An excited grin spread on your face. Feeling brave, with his cheek turned towards you, you seized the moment, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his warm skin. “Thanks again, hothead.”

He was about to snap at you for touching him without his permission, spinning around to face you with glaring eyes, that is, until he saw your adorable, stupid smile. He turned back away instead, his cheeks growing impossibly hotter.

usually just hungover and sleepy 🥺

usually just drunk and horny

JUNE 26: Story Retelling

Retell a scene, episode, moment, manga panel or chapter in your own words!

Bring in those emotions and write how it unfolded in your brain! There is no right or wrong way here. We all look at the same thing from different perspectives. I would love to see your perspective!

Interpretations are mirrors, not just windows.

Here are some ideas to get you started!

You can look back at your favourite moments in the anime or manga. How about the moment you fell in love with your character? Or when they were seriously injured? Your favourite fight? Or character development moment? A moment that elicited certain emotions? How about the moment when you began to ship two characters!?

You can do what I am doing: go on Random Generator and pick a number from 1 to 686 and have it generate a random chapter for you to retell.

You can make it as long or as short as you want. Hey, It can even be just one sentence!

More importantly, have fun! This is a great creative writing exercise, I wish I did more!

usually just drunk and horny

My confession... someone tell Shinji to fuck me in front of the bathroom mirror already😫

nsfw. Smut. Not sure if you read this post but i got you 🩷

“Ye like that don't ya? Watchin’ yer greedy pussy swallow my cock? Hmmm?”, he hummed behind you, barely able to keep his own composure. It was damn hot to have a front row seat to his own fucking session. Shinji knew best how the visuals can mess with your head because he was pretty close to creaming your hole.

You let out some incoherent nonsense, unable to respond between your cascade of orgasms. Watching yourself getting fucked senselessly had you overstimulated to the point of no return.

“What was that, doll? Want a better view?”. And with that ‘misunderstanding’—he grabbed you by the thighs, lifted you off the floor and pulled your legs apart. He continued to hump you from behind, like an animal, balls slapping hard against your cheeks.

“Fuck doll. I needa cum. Too sexy”. He succumb to his own reflection and began shooting his seed.

Lush ribbons of cream filled your holes like an eclair, the excess stuffing spilled out from around the circumference of his girth. He held you close against his chest, warm sweaty bodies sticking together while cum continued to drip from where you two were connected.

“Shit. Babe. I know ya too fucked out but wanna try this again? Upside down this time?”

Shinji didn't last 5 minutes against gravity.

YESSSSSSSFUCKYESSSSSSSSS

GRAB THAT HANDLE SIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRR