I Found A Juicy Reference On My Ttl And I Didn’t Hesitate

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.

YOU'RE SO RIGHT!!!! 🥵🥵 you MUST tag me in this fanfic when you post 👀

it is absolutely essential to have friends you can have extremely insane pervert conversations with. this is kind of what makes life worth living

One of the reasons I fell so hard for Szayel wayyyy back when was because of his crazy ass abilities. Specifically his voodoo dolls. It stands to reason that he’d make one of his little assistant. He’d be such a fucking menace with it. ;)

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✗ Warning: Smut. nsfw. Modern Corporate au. Our Szayel is a warning of itself. Proceed with caution.

✗ a/n: @saltychonk I know how much you love those dolls. Hope you enjoy this, or at least it brings a small smile to your face! ❤️ This is my modern-day twist on his abilities.

“Fuck!” 

You spilled some hot coffee on yourself again. Luckily, the waterproof fabric of your lab coat prevented a third-degree burn, and all you had to worry about was the mess you made in the lunchroom.

Yes, blame it on your unexplained spastic muscle movements that for some reason triggered after you joined the company three months ago. You attributed it to the possible chemical fumes you are constantly inhaling or maybe the 5 cups of coffee you consumed to get through the day. 

Nonetheless, these ‘clumsy’ moments were getting worse. Not just with coffee. You've caught yourself from falling several times as your legs threatened to give out on you. How about the time when you almost walked into a wall? Fortunately, nothing terrible has happened while handling dangerous chemicals or conducting research. Staying laser-focused on a task seemed to have done you well. But as soon as you left your work station, you left a trail of minor disasters behind you.

A visit to the doctor was useless. Nothing showed up in the blood work and nerve studies. The doctor guessed it was probably Tourette’s, brushing you off as soon as they slapped on that diagnosis. And so you didn't think much of it. As long as your work wasn't compromised, you would gladly accept the challenge and take it one day at a time. The pay and benefits were too good to make a huge fuss over it. 

Speaking of work…

Today was the day. Your three-month probation was up, and you had your performance review set up. Hopefully, your little mishaps will not be taken into consideration. You promised them you were healthy! Well, at least physically healthy. 

You sat in an empty office— the CEO’s office. You only met the mysterious man once during your initial interview. He didn't talk much and only observed you from a distance while the other two interviewers grilled you with questions. 

You hated interviews, and you definitely thought you bombed it. It was a pleasant surprise when you got your offer letter. The three months sure flew by.

Anyway, back to the CEO. He still hadn’t arrived, so you waited patiently, trying to piece together his personality by judging his furniture. It was blatantly obvious he was a minimalist. Nothing really stood out in his office—just a plain, boring canvas that could’ve used a splash of color. Everything was spotless—nothing out of line, screaming perfectionist. The room smelled like Lysol wipes and freshly squeezed lemons, a sterile kind of clean that cleared up your sinuses.

You heard footsteps. Your heart began to race as you glanced over your shoulder towards the open door. The CEO himself was the first to enter, instantly bringing color to the room. His pink hair stood out, bright enough to make the dull space feel a little more alive and almost welcoming.

He wasn't alone– two other men accompanied him. They were shareholders in his pharmaceutical empire and, therefore, had a say in the matter of your future employment.

He sat down, and the other two grabbed rolling office chairs and dragged them towards him. With him in the centre, your eyes were all over him. 

Again, he did not participate. He just quietly observed from across the desk, one hand stuffed in the pockets of his lab coat, and his other hand tapping so gently on the desk to intentionally distract you. Well, the finger tapping was the least of your worries. 

Your body felt off. A wave of silent heat suddenly enveloped your body, stirring something deeper than a sweat. Your nerves were tickled— your body twitched in places that were not (yet) visible. There was a steady pulse throbbing between your legs. 

You pressed your legs together, the heat growing, along with a pool of dampness. You clenched your pelvic floor muscles, trying to fight off an unwanted and unexpected arousal. What was happening to your body?

You were distracted. The two shareholders continued to talk about your performance, their voices a distant murmur, muffled and warped like echoes underwater. Their words slipped past you, lost in the haze clouding your mind. Luckily, they did not ask you any questions and said their part before turning to face the boss, the CEO, the man who had the final say, Szayelaporro.

You clenched your jaw, and your body was starting to tremble slightly. The arousal was growing. Your bundle of nerves were being teased by something invisible. You would take a clumsy fall any day over this humiliation.

When it came time for the CEO to say his piece, the strange feeling quickly disappeared. Just as you were about to reach your peak, his voice, sultry yet malicious, pulled you out of your anticlimactic daze. 

“Are you alright? You look rather…clammy. Nervous?”, he asked, staring directly into your eyes.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, but quickly fixed your posture, ignoring the dewy folds you sat on. “I am fine, thank you”.

“Well, based on your performance, we think you are useful to me and we have decided to keep you.” He paused for a second to give you a chance to react. As soon as your lips curled into an excited smile, he continued, “But there is one last test I have to put you through. Are you prepared for that?”.

“Of course!”, you replied eagerly. You foolishly thought it would be some written test.

The two other men got up to leave the room, and once the door closed behind them, Szayelaporro pushed his hands back into the deep pockets of his lab coat. He stood up and turned his back against you to look out the window. 

“When will I be taking this test?”, you asked, starting to squirm a little in your chair.

Szayelaporro tilted his head to the side, a grin slowly spreading from cheek to cheek that you could not see. 

Your eyes jolted wide open, your knees stiffened, and you threw your head back. A low, raspy moan escaped your lips.

“Now”, you heard him say between the blissful waves of pleasure that were crawling up your body. That feeling had returned, but it was far more intense than before. 

You were tense and sweating, soft lips pitted ever so slightly from the impression of your teeth. Vision became blurry with your tears and you had lost yourself in that moment. The world around you dimmed, muffled, as if drowning underwater. All that remained was the pounding of your heart and throbbing of your sex.

“Getting aroused at a time like this? How very inconvenient”. 

His muffled voice echoed into your ears, louder than before, as if he were standing right beside you. It pierced through the haze, pulling you back just enough to realize that he was, in fact, standing right beside you.

That sensation had disappeared once more, toying with your emotions and worse, your sanity. You want to burst into tears and run out of the room. However, your legs felt heavy and your body limp, like a doll. 

You decided to focus your attention back to the CEO; his bright pink hair seemed to have lured you out of that growing despair. He leaned casually against the desk directly in front of you. He was so close, you could smell his citrus cologne. 

He was smiling. 

Was he getting a kick out of your misery? Was he aware of what demon possibly possessed you? You did not believe in spirits, but you were ready to call for an exorcist.

“No. Period cramps”, you lied, leaning forward to exaggerate the discomfort in your belly. It wasn’t a complete lie. You did feel discomfort and ‘cramps’ in your pelvic area.

“Oh? Would you like me to rub your belly?”, he suddenly offered.

You looked up at him, wondering if that was the ‘test’. 

“No, I’ll be fine, thank you”. 

His hands were still in his pockets, digging for ‘treasure’. That mischievous grin did not leave his beautifully contoured face. 

“I do have to say, I am surprised by the lie you chose to tell. You are nowhere near your period. In fact, you are close to ovulation, if anything”. And he said all that as if it was normal to know such intimate details about a random person’s menstrual cycle. So nonchalant and matter-of-fact kind of way. 

“Oh, don’t look so shocked. You gave us your blood sample when you applied for this job”, he created another suspenseful pause. “And no, you do not suffer from a neurological disease. I have simply been ‘toying’ with you”.

“What?” You are confused and stunned, unable to comprehend what he just said. It was otherworldly magic he spoke of.

Szayelaporro finally removed his hands from his pockets to reveal his little secret. You squint your eyes to make out the details. Once your dilated pupils took it all in, your eyes snapped wide open, shock paralyzing you.

He was holding a small doll that looked very much like you. The facial details and even the clothing matched your description.

“What the hell is that!?”, you asked, intimidated but brave enough to snap at him.

“Oh? A doll”, he replied, offering no further emphasis or explanation. 

“No! I mean, why the hell does it look like me?” 

“Oh? Does it?” He held the mini-you doll up to his face and examined it closely. He looked back at you and smiled. “Well, what a coincidence. Clearly, whoever made this has good taste”.

He shook the doll gently, and you heard some rattling come from within. You felt nauseous, your lunch threatening to make an escape.

He popped the head open and he pulled out what seemed to be a tiny ….. uterus. You saw a display of other tiny organs dancing within the cavity of the doll. He had no interest in the rest. Crushing his opponent’s organs is how he landed at the top of his industry. With you, he had other plans. 

You think it’s a kid's learning toy. However, he quickly proved you wrong. 

The little piece danced between his fingertips, your eyes carefully following it, unsure of what was even happening. 

Without a thought, he dragged his unusually long tongue along the surfaces of the tiny piece. You felt something scrape along the inside of your uterus. 

“What the…!!!!.”

He stopped, so did the sensation.

And if you still hadn't made that association, he tried it again. 

“Stop!” you begged, watching him flick his tongue along the mini-uterus. Apparently, it represented your uterus. 

“So you’ve figured it out?”

Your insides are cramping in a strange way. Your panties are damp and he could smell your arousal. 

“How the hell are you doing this? Magic!?” Absurd for a scientist like yourself to believe in magic.

“Magic? No, my dear, this is … let’s say a gift from my previous life”, he tried to explain, but it was no better than the ‘magic’ logic.

“So you’ve been…manipulating me all this time? All those falls and accidents? It was because of that?” You pointed towards your doll, the head was still popped open, your insides exposed.

He screwed your head back on and tucked the doll back inside the pockets of his lap coat. “Maybe. Maybe not. But don’t you worry your pretty little head. I will never harm your little doll”.

Harm?!

With that little piece of organ rolling between his thumb and index finger, he brought it up towards his lips, and you expected him to give it another lick. You brace for the worst. 

Instead, his long tongue crept out between his lips and scooped up the toy piece. It slithered back into his mouth, the little trinket tucked away like a prize.

By now, you’d put two and two together—he could manipulate your body using that little mini-you doll. You assumed that crushing it would kill you. But what about eating pieces of your organs? What kind of twisted plan did this cannibal have in mind?

“Confused? Don't be. If you can pass my next test, the job is yours”, he explained. He sat on the desk, one leg crossed over the other, quietly observing how you and your body responded to his twisted scheme.

It was only a matter of time before the ‘spell’ took full hold. Whatever he had done, it was far worse than anything you’d endured up to this point.

Your skin felt prickly and sensitive, even your clothes felt like a burden. That sensation travelled down your body, leaving a trail of perspiration and shivers until that feeling finally settled between your legs. 

You pressed your thighs together, seeking friction to scratch that itch, the growing dampness adding to the irritation. Not that you had any experience, but it felt like you had downed a bottle of aphrodisiacs. You had become like an animal in heat. 

He continued to watch with a smug look on his face, his plan finally coming to fruition. You wanted to bolt out of the room, far away from him, but your legs were dead weight. Besides, you could not walk the hallways in your current condition. 

“Need some help?”, he offered.

Silence was denial. You bit your tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction he craved. 

“Stubbornness doesn't quite suit you. I have the antidote to your problem. All you have to do is ask nicely”. Either way, he didn't mind what path you chose. It was entertaining to watch you struggle.

Antidote? There was a remedy to your problem? A problem he created!

You forced down what little pride you had left and rested your hand on his knee.

“Please…”

“Please what? Be more specific”. Oh, he was certainly testing you-- testing your patience.

“Please, give me that antidote”, you tried again.

He jumped off the table and grabbed your hand. He peeled you off the cushioned chair and kicked the rolling chair out of the way. Slowly creeping his way behind you, he placed his pointy chin onto your right shoulder. 

“I thought you’d never ask”, he whispered. 

This was not the antidote you expected. 

He pushed you forward, your chest landed flat on the table. His hands moved around your waist, undoing your pants and lowering them as if it were the normal thing to do. 

“What the hell kind of antidote is that? A suppository?” You didn't squirm. You didn't fight him. You had no willpower to do so. Whatever he had to offer, you would gladly take it just to get rid of the discomfort. 

“Exactly”. His chuckle went unnoticed. 

He shuffled around behind you. He took off his belt and tossed it on the desk, just barely missing your face. The sharp sound of zipper tearing its way down echoed in the room. Your instinctive reaction to that sound was to clench from below. 

There was some pressure-- something hard, rounded and smooth was poking you, trying to pry open your wet folds.

“Ease up. You will choke the precious antidote before it even enters your body”. His tone was a touch softer than before— just enough to fool you into lowering your guard. And you handed over your trust, as if it held no value anymore. 

You trusted him to take care of your problem. 

And take care he did.

“That’s it. Open up wide and take your..…medicine”, he slammed his hips forward, rocking your world.

Your vision went white. It stunned you for a few seconds, your walls pulsating around his intruding length. He did not give you a moment of peace, no time to acclimate, hips slapping to a very calculated rhythm. 

He knew your insides from the inside out. 

But how? How was he hitting the sweet spots so easily without any exploration? How did he map out your insides without ever being inside? 

You did not complain. You were a moaning, drooling and slippery oozing mess. The antidote was working now that you had something to clamp down on. 

With your arousal building and on the verge of popping, you reached behind and placed your hand on his thigh. He didn't think much of it. His focus was on pounding the antidote of a dick inside you.

He could feel your hand creep up towards the pockets of his lab coat. He knew what you were fishing for. 

You snatched the doll from his pocket and clutched it tightly. As you rested your hand back towards your head, he leaned over you, his hand settling gently on top of yours—the one gripping the doll.

“I have no use for that anymore. You are now part of me. We are contractually bound for all eternity. In this life and in the next. You will not be able to escape me so easily, my darling”, he whispered into your ear, his hips locked into you, pumping you full of thick seed while casually carrying on with his conversation.

The fact that he just dumped a hefty load inside your fertile womb didn't faze you. What alarmed you the most were his words.

They were familiar. Nostalgic. 

Nonsense. That would mean you’ve met this man before—but how could you forget such an eccentric character?

It defies all scientific logic. And yet… could there be a slight chance you shared a bond with this man in a previous life?

Images of sand dunes and a giant fortress in the middle of a barren desert flashed before your eyes as you reached climax. His hand was teasing out your orgasm, vigorously rubbing your clit so you don't fall behind. 

“Cum for me, my human pet. Let it all unravel…your desires, your past and your future”.

A Shinji piece from 2021 I never got around to finishing :)

(Can you spot the very tiny Vizard mask on the spoon in the teacup?)

*Please do not repost without giving credit to the artist!*

Illustrated by I. Tanvir (@tanviriillustration)

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You write my favourite characterization of Aizen. I adore your portrayal of him so much 😍

I have a request, if you'd be so kind to indulge it: I have this image of my mind of being with him the night before Karakura Town- like it's Mass Effect and we're about to jump into hell, and I just hnnng what would it be like? How would he spend those last precious hours of freedom?

Thank you for your kind words and patience!! I can't say I'm familiar with Mass Effect, but last moments? I can certainly do that!

CW: Surgery discussion, mild angst, slightly suggestive, but no smut.

Aizen stares intensely at the monitor. Ichigo and his friends are faring better than he originally planned with the Espada. On one hand - he is disappointed that the Espada lacked the strength to stop Ichigo and his friends, on the other hand, his curiosity grows as Ichigo continues to push himself to his limits.

Yet Aizen wasn't worried. The days were nearing before he would step into Karakura Town, or if it was as he suspected, a fake Karakura Town. Either way, Aizen had planned contingency upon contingency for what may or may not happen.

Though as the days draw near, Aizen mulls over the final touches to his plan. The hogyoku glimmers in the distance as leaves the room.

You stared at the perpetual night sky of Las Noches, the moon gone from its reaches. Your body feels heavy with your anxiety looming over you. It was a mix of anxiety, anticipation... and dread.

The worry that Sosuke wouldn't be succesful - the worry he wouldn't make it out of Las Noches at the rate the human teens were clearing out Las Noches.

The worry that he walks into a trap set by the Gotei 13.

The worry that you would never see him again.

You didn't agree with his methods to usurp the throne of the Soul King, but you also knew you couldn't talk him out of it. This was the only way Sosuke thought would work. And you could only trust in his own belief.

And ever the man with the plan, he ensured that you would be out of harms way once he entered Karakura Town. You would be far, far away from Las Noches, far from the reaches of Karakura Town and Soul Society. Further away from Japan in the World of the Living. If, no when he was successful, he would come for you, whatever way that may be.

You couldn't help but give a wry smile - wouldn't it have been easier to kill you? Sosuke was a peculiar man, with peculiar sentiments - that much you learned as your relationship with him deepened.

Oddly sentimental, and oddly trusting, of only you and Kaname. You wondered about his relationship with Gin sometimes - he almost kept the man at arms length. A thin thread linking the two men together. He never did reveal much about it though, and neither did Gin.

Instead, you and Kaname were trusted to the highest degree. Or at least, as high as a man of Sosuke's cautiousness allowed.

He entrusted you to operate on him - to implant the hogyoku into his chest. It was something you knew Sosuke could do on his own, but maybe - as one final act of trust, he wanted you and Kaname to perform the surgery. You touched his bare chest as you weaved a sedative kaido spell on him - a spell he would never succumb to normally. He had completely let down his guard.

Kaname watched as you cleaned the area for implantation, ensuring Sosuke was breathing normally. You sliced him cleanly as Kaname cleaned the blood from the incision. The hogyoku glimmered faintly.

You knew what to do, Sosuke had walked you through the procedure, had you practice and strengthen your spell casting abilities for this moment, and you had to trust yourself, just as he had trusted you.

You looked back outside, shaking yourself from that memory. Sosuke recovered smoothly, just as he anticipated. And now it was his last night with you, before he left Las Noches and just maybe you once and for all.

The night felt... calm, almost soothing to you. Sosuke indulged your whim to recite poetry. He read to you your favourites across centuries and cultures. Every syllable, pause and rhythm of his voice being seared into your memory.

In return, he wanted your wit, your charm and your thoughts. He would ask for your opinion, your criticisms and your guesses to the meaning behind the poems. The two of you in your own bubble of metaphors and allegories, of your favourite meal and teas.

Why wasn't every night like this?

Sosuke had a way with words, a way with power and a way with you. Why did he have to do this? Why? Why? Why?

Your anxiety was still festering, yet Sosuke looked as calm as ever. His face serene as he sipped his tea, enjoying the warmth it and you provided him.

He looked like a man without a care in the world, with every word spoken with a sense of measure and evenness. He was... relaxed.

He wanted one last thing from you, before you two retired for the night. It made you laugh how with everything going on, with all of his plans, with all of his intricacies and quirks, he yearned for your touch.

And you only wanted to oblige.

It was a surreal night. You took time to kiss him, as he did you. The two of you lost in each other's bodies and your own thoughts, as you seared every kiss, nip and bite to memory. The way his eyes would shutter as you gently bit his ear, the way he would angle his thrust a bit higher as you let out a gutteral moan of his name.

The night felt both long, yet so short. The weariness of your body and the overstimulated mess of nerves of your mind put you straight to sleep, with Sosuke's embrace the last thing you could sear to memory.

Birds were chirping nearby as you began to wake. Birds? Your eyes flew open and a new room greeted you. Sadness washed over you as you longed for Sosuke, but it was now the morning and he was gone.

And the only thing you could do now was to trust him.

Thank you for sending this request and I hope this is what you had in mind!! I wanted to write something with... a dreamy quality to it, but I don't think I conveyed that all that well haha!

@tomitsulikeslemons HELPPPPP GET ME SOME WATER

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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!

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