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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.

Hello Roshni! Based on evidence and vibes alone, who are your top 10 Bleach characters with the longest tongues? Long enough to ride on ykyk

I looove everything you write! Please keep writing queen and never let anyone dim your light (i.e. be as unhinged as you want to be aksdhlf <3)

Thank you so much for all your support and not judging my… weird unhinged moments 🫣 ILY 💜💜

And you know my kinks pretty well now. Hehe

So long tongue fuck boys…. My list would be purely indulgence bias. No evidence. Mostly head canon.

Nsfw.

cw: body modification, cervix, womb, etc unhinged post below. Kinktober came early!

10. Renji (long ass Zanpakuto complementing his long dick and tongue? I know stupid reason but i always head canon him with a long tongue)

9. Gin (again, same reason as Renji. And i just see this cunning snake unexpectedly extending out his tongue while eating you out, lips sealed against your lips until you are a whimpering mess.)

8. Askin (i wonder how many taste buds he got on his tongue. 5 million? Average human have 5-10k. Maybe he can tell you what you taste like…. Sorry!!!!)

7. Shinji (why you think he got that piercing? Just an add on to his existing assets. His wide Cheshire grin says it all. Oh lets play a game: Can his piercing touch your cervix? Got to find the right position to achieve that)

6. Akon (i think body modification has its pro. You just ask him you want his tongue to reach the deep depths of your womb and he probably will make that happen)

5. Nnoitra (his Espada number is on his tongue. And have you seen his tongue- long and thick like a dick. Would definitely stretch out that pussy like a fat dick would. Also like Shinji, i feel like the wider the grin, the longer the tongue)

4. Sajin (i mean given his form and genes. I wouldn't mind as long as he keeps those fangs away…or maybe we into the biting kink?)

3. Kenpachi (biased!!! But also i believe in the fan theory he came through the hell gates as a childand he ain't a normal soul. Can you imagine riding his long thick tongue and he unexpectedly zaps you with his spiritual pressure making you cum and squirt on the spot)

2. Mayuri (pro at body modifications. 1 and 2 maybe debated.)

1. Szayelaporro (i said my list is biased!! I'm sorry Mayuri fans. Szayel is my fav freaky scientist)

0. Soul King: okay hear me out. Imagine a character that was embodiment of just its tongue. Can you just imagine the freaky sex.

Can't show my face ever again!!!!!

She's obsessing again 🤪🤪🤪

Happy belated birthday Shinji!

Had this idea running for a while, and decided to share it for his birthday! I’ve been obsessed with Severance and it gave me an idea. You don’t have to have watched Severance for this one-shot. Also Kubo acknowledged the inconsistent timeline with jazz and TBTP arc lmao, so I’m not gonna fix it either.

Summary: Shinji learns, in real time, how much music brings people together, time and time again.

CW: Angst, mild horror, time skipping, but it has a happy ending. SFW!

Word count: 4570

For what it was worth, Shinji dreaded most of the bureaucratic duties he was tasked with since becoming captain. He didn’t quite see himself as a leader, but oddly enough, it felt natural to command the Fifth Division. There were times where he wondered if he was doing what was right, what was necessary for his squad, but those doubts left as fast as they came. He never liked to entertain any unnecessary thoughts.

But it didn’t help that Sakanade was gleeful about Lieutenant Aizen. It left Shinji uneasy around his subordinate. An immediate repulsion that someone his zanpakuto resonated with made Shinji wary.

But there were perks to being a captain, he couldn’t deny that. One such perk was visiting the World of the Living more freely. Soul Society is, understandably, too militaristic for his liking. The breath of fresh air amongst living mortals was a one Shinji readily accepted.

He envied their exploration in the arts. It was something him and Captain Otoribashi bonded over. Living mortals were incredibly creative in their short lifespans, music, visual arts, storytelling, all of it left Shinji wanting more.

It had been a few years since Shinji’s last visit. One he was looking forward to. He wondered what new things humans discovered and shared amongst themselves.

Shinji’s gigai was as stiff as ever, as he trudged down the bustling streets. He cranked his neck from time to time, scoffing at the rigidness of the artificial body, “they need to get better at makin’ these” he grumbled.

But his sour mood wouldn’t stay for long. Springtime was in full bloom in the World of the Living, as trees were dotted with buds and blossoms, signs of warmer weather to come. He took his time exploring the city. There were new art trends, galleries to visit and clothing stores to shop at. And his new Captain income was certainly another perk in coming here.

Yet he didn’t buy much at this visit, not many things caught his eye, but as he walked towards the area of where his Senkaimon gate was, he heard music playing in an innocuous-looking store.

“Sure, why the hell not.” Shinji mumbled.  

He stepped into the group of people as he tried to make his way through the front of whatever they were circled around. The music grew louder and louder the closer he approached.

In the centre of the throngs of people, stood some kind of device, it was spinning something, with a horn-like object playing music from it. “What the hell is it?”

“It’s a phonograph!” You chirped up. Shinji looked at you, but you were enthralled in the device, your eyes sparkling with wonder and enjoyment.

You seemed… friendly and you seemed to know what it was about. He scooted his way over to you as more people piled in his spot. He had questions he needed answering.

“So how does it work?” He asks, standing right next to you.

You jumped at the sound of his voice, to which he chuckled. “Oh,” you sheepishly said, “gimme a moment and I’ll get back to you.”

Shinji stood there, listening to the music, and watching you. He didn’t quite… care for the music, it sounded like a western military band for his tastes, but he enjoyed the reactions you gave to it. Well, not to the music…

As Shinji watched you from the corner of his eye, he could see your eyes dart around the device. The music was secondary, it was the device itself that you were starstruck by. He wasn’t sure how long the two of you stood there for, but he realize, the song had started again.

“Hey, so how about my question earlier?” He mumbled.

You looked at him with surprise, “I didn’t think you’d still be here!” And now you felt guilty. You took a glance at the phonograph, then back at Shinji. Maybe it’ll be quick and you can come back inside?

So you pulled him out of the shop. Dusk was settling into the streets, with the faint hum of cicadas fading away.

“You asked me how it works, right?” You asked him, finally getting a look at him. You had never seen this man before. He looked a bit unusual to you with his long blonde hair, and his straight, yet white, teeth.

“Yeah, you knew what it was.” Shinji explained, wondering if he was wasting his time.

“So that was a phonograph, the first of its kind!” You exclaimed. “That disc you saw, that was going round and round,” you twirled your fingers in the air, “has vibrations recorded on to it.” Your eyes were sparkling again, and with the glow of dusk behind you, Shinji had to admit you were pretty cute. “Those vibrations are music!”

“Wow, how do you know about this?” He asked, giving her a look.

You looked embarrassed, flustered even, “I’m a maid at the inventor’s house,” you looked at the ground.

Ah right, Shinji surmised. The few drawbacks of the World of the Living, the sorry state of women’s education.

“Well ya did a good job explaining it to me.” He ruffled your head, “you did your boss proud.”

You blushed at the compliment, “thank you!”

“I’m Shinji by the way.”

You introduced yourself as well, as you began to relax around the man. He had more technical questions about the device, and you hoped you could answer them as well as your boss explained to you.

Night was drawing near, and so was your hunger. Your stomach grumbled loudly, leaving you embarrassed.

“Hey, I took up a lot of yer time today.” Shinji drawled, “I’ll treat you to dinner, least I can do.” He shrug his shoulder, “I’m new here though, so take me to a place ya like.”

“Oh, ok!” That would explain the foreign air the man, Shinji, gave off. His accent was oddly charming. The two of you strolled down the street, enjoying the light conversation and the fading sound of the phonograph.

Shinji, the mysterious man of your youth, made frequent visits to you once he found out your days off or when your shift ended. It embarrassed you at first, for him to see you in your maid uniform, but he would give his Cheshire grin and say you looked cute regardless.

Hand in hand, the two of you would walk across the city, as you instilled in him a love for music. So much so, you would sing for him. At first, you were embarrassed, but Shinji was enamoured. You wrote lyrics to the music that the phonograph would play and eventually sang them to Shinji. “I’ll always be your number one fan, babe.” He would chuckle, kissing you on the lips.

Tonight though, you told him that your boss hoped that his invention would bring people together.

“I think he did that, eh?” Shinji chuckled, squeezing your hand.

You smiled, squeezing his hand in return, “he did, but –”

“But?”

“I hope this means we hear more and different kinds of music.” You murmured, as the two of you listened to the phonograph in store.

“Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know, but this gives people something to think about, you know?” You said softly, wondering what kind of music, sounds, noises, people would record. “I just think it’s exciting.”

 Shinji couldn’t help but smile at your thought, “yeah, yer right about that. And that means I can hear you sing more and more.” You blushed as you shoved Shinji away, his laughter filling your ears.

Shinji decided to buy a phonograph for you (and for him). A gift from him you could hold on to when Soul Society was too demanding of him, and he couldn’t see you. His heart fluttered as you cried at his gift, shocked that he would buy something so expensive for someone like you. You wrote a particular song for him that night, a song to show your appreciation and love for him.

But you were special to him – special in a way he couldn’t say. Unlike you, his words bubbled up in his throat, to only pop and vanish once he opened his mouth. He could only hug and kiss you. Physically showing his sincerity for you.

But maybe, his gift was too much for you.

Shinji stared at the barricaded apartment – he had only been gone a few days. But in that small window of time, someone had broken into your home and murdered you, stealing the phonograph in the process.

Human lives… were short… but this was cruel.

Music filled Shinji’s office in the Squad 5 barracks. He fixed his bangs in the mirror. Sometimes, he could hear your voice, song and laughter, as if teasing him about how transfixed he was on his hair.

He made his record player louder.

How many years had it been since your murder? 20 years? 40 years? It bothered Shinji that he continued to grow and “live” (or live as well as any Shinigami could), while you were becoming a distant memory, one he dreaded losing to time.

Some days, like today, he wondered if it was worth exploring Rukongai for you. “But that’s like finding a needle in a hay stack,” he mumbled, lowering the volume of his music.

“Finding what, Captain?” Lieutenant Aizen asked, appearing at the door of Shinji’s office.

It grated Shinji to no end how his lieutenant appeared at such convenient times, as if he was trying to catch Shinji off guard.

Might as well give this dog a bone Shinji thought to himself, wondering what motive Aizen was playing at.

“Can ya get me the records of the souls that entered in the past 50 years?”

Aizen gave a confused look, “what for, sir?”

“I got a bone to pick with a human – they owe me something.”

“I see…” Aizen said, disbelief covering his face, “I’ll get on that.”

“Ya better, now get outta here Sosuke, got a Captain’s meeting comin’” He shooed Aizen away, wondering if the lieutenant would be a nuisance somehow.

As much grief as Shinji and Sosuke gave each other, Shinji hated to admit that the man did do his work diligently. After the captains’ meeting, Shinji was greeted with a stack of entries of all new souls that had entered in the past 50 years or so.

Soul Society, for all its bureaucracy and idiosyncrasies, collected information on souls that were entering, documenting their age, and if possible, their “category” of death. Shinji waded through the papers, scanning and skimming to find your name amongst the thousands that have passed.

He started with the oldest entries. He knew Sosuke would get overtly suspicious if he asked him for files from a specific set of years, so he would feign interest with the newer souls that had passed.

And within a few hours, he found your name. Shinji let out a sigh, partly of relief – knowing that you passed on without having the need for a Shinigami nor did you interact with a hollow, but sad that you were now in Rukongai District 48 South. Not as dangerous as those past 60, but he knew the conditions of many of the districts were in poor shape.

“Captain, I may be of help since you’re looking for someone specific.” His lieutenant approached. Shinji wanted to roll his eyes but wanted to mess with his lieutenant a little.

“If ya want to, sure.” Shinji responded, flipping through documents haphazardly. “I’m looking for a Taichi Suzuki, from Nakasu.”

Sosuke nodded his head and began to flip through the newer entries, as Shinji pretended to flip through others. The office began to darken as nightfall approached. Only the sounds of paper shuffling could be heard.

“I think I found them, sir.” Sosuke said calmly, holding the paper.

“Gimme that…” And Shinji wanted to laugh, there was a Taichi Suzuki from Nakasu in District 48 South.

"Great find, Sosuke!" Shinji wanted to cackle but gave a cheshire grin as he swiped the document out of his lieutenant’s hands.

“Let’s call it a day, see ya bright an early tomorrow.” Sosuke nodded his head as he made his leave.

Once Shinji was certain he was alone, he rubbed his face, sighing. It was one of the rare times in his life where he felt nervous. You had been in Soul Society for 50 years; would you even remember him?

But that was a problem for tomorrow. For now, his bed was calling his name.

Rukongai District 48 South was an inconspicuous place, like many of the other districts in the 40s. The houses were shabbier than the ones before it, but there was still some semblance of a town that people resided in, rather than the scant huts that were in the 50s and 60s.

Shinji casually strolled down the worn paths, opting to leave his captain’s haori in the Squad 5 barracks. He wasn’t here on official business, so there was no need to scare off the townsfolk of his presence. He would look like any other random fodder of Shinigami passing by.

There wasn’t anything remarkable that made the district standout. Some districts were known for their agricultural endeavours, while others for fashion or even furniture. But District 49 North was as unremarkable as they come. There wasn’t a even a flutter of spiritual pressure in the vicinity.

Shinji walked into a busy tea shop. He wasn’t particularly hungry or thirsty, but oftentimes these were the best places for information. Finding an empty table, he strummed his fingers waiting to be served. The conversations seemed to be irrelevant to what he was looking for.

“What nice weather we’re having.”

“We haven’t had much rain though. Not good for the crops.”

“Well the river is teeming with fish.”

He let out a yawn as he continued to wait, with nothing of interest to capture his attention.

“Sorry for the wait, sir! What would you like?”

Shinji’s eyes widen at you, deep in an apologetic bow, not yet lifting yourself up.

“Hey, doll. Long time, no see.” Shinji cooly said, a small grin on his face.

You gasped and screeched, alerting the other customers. You quickly apologized to the other patrons before heading to the back, asking for a small break.

Shinji couldn’t help but smile. You remembered him just fine.

Shinji conveniently paid the tea shop owners a hefty sum to let you free for the day, and they didn’t bat an eye. Just like when you were alive, Shinji continued to amaze you.

“How are you likin’ it here? You ok?” He asked, as the two of you sat along the river.

“It’s… fine? I guess. It’s strange not needing to eat.” You explained. “But some nights I get to sing to customers.” You gave a sheepish smile, “I think I’m getting better.”

“I miss hearin’ ya sing for me, doll.” Shinji murmured, cupping your face in his hand. You gave him a warm smile and began to hum an old tune, a song he hadn’t heard in decades. You began to sing softly to him, words long forgotten that he yearned to remember.

But once your song was over, you opened your eyes, confusion evident in them, “I don’t get it, Shinji – are you dead too?”

Shinji sighed and scratched the back of his head. He had a lot to explain to you.

“I can explain it to you if ya want, but it’s long.”

You gave him a gentle smile, as you placed your hand on top of his, “For you, I have all the time in the world.”

Shinji felt his heart flutter.

It took another decade, but Shinji was adamant on moving you into Rukongai District 2. He kept that paperwork separately, lest Lieutenant Aizen find out. But Old Man Yamamoto was a traditionalist, and moving a random soul between districts was unheard of, and almost always, immediately rejected.

Unless you were married.

Did… did you want to be married to Shinji? His mind wracked with all the ways you would say no.

There’s just no way you would agree, right? Maybe if he phrased it as a mutual, as a beneficial thing for you?

But you weren’t like that, Shinji knew as much. You didn’t ask for much, especially from him. You had repeatedly told him that seeing him again, being with him again and being together, was more than enough.

“Ah fuck it.” He grumbled, pulling an ornate box out. It was a kimono of exquisite silk and hand painted gold embellishments… his heart thudded loudly.

He made his way to District 48 North, to where you lived near the tea shop. Shinji had paid the board and rent for you, letting you keep your earnings. But as he made his way through the town, there was not a soul in sight.

Shinji grew tense with every step he made towards your home. There was no one, not a single soul present. Normally he would hear the chattering of everyday conversation, of some random children playing, but it was completely silent.

He flashed stepped towards the tea shop, dropping the box on to the ground. Blood and torn clothes were strewn all over the entrance to the shop. He could hear something inside the shop, something moving. The spiritual pressure was insignificant compared to a hollow or a seated Shinigami member, but in a district where there was no one with spiritual pressure to begin with, this was unusual to him.

Shinji quickly entered the shop and drew out his sword. He took in a deep breath as he witnessed the scene in front of him. There, in the middle of the once busy tea shop, were half eaten bodies, and some… creature gnawing on your lifeless one.

They looked hollow-like, but human sized. Without hesitation, Shinji swung his sword, killing the creature. Your body dropped onto the ground, your lifeless eyes staring at him. Shinji fell to his knees, cradling your body before running his fingers over your eyes.

His heart began to sink as your body began to fade. He quickly weaved a message to his squad, knowing that an investigation would take place soon.

But before they would come, Shinji weaved a kido spell, setting alight the kimono.

Shinji sighed as he stared at the city lights out over the horizon. Being exiled was strange. He was… free, yet not free. He could roam the World of the Living to his hearts content, but…

He hated to admit it, but he missed Soul Society.

But one thing the World of the Living did better were clothes, food and music. He didn’t care much for food, but the sheer variety astounded him. Lisa had brought pizza which he had never heard about before, but devoured immediately (much to the fury of Hiyori). Tiramisu? Hamburgers? Smoothies? He felt like he was quicker on the pulse here compared to whatever Soul Society was feeding its soldiers.

But then… there was the music. Him and Rose bonded over the different genres of music humans were producing. There were some genres he didn’t care for, but others that grabbed at him. Rose was partial to classical and rock music, but Shinji’s tastes were more “eclectic.”

He grew fond of the radio, hearing the Top 40 of any country he could find his hands on. He began to collect vinyl records of musicians he enjoyed, of unique and interesting instruments he had never heard of (Shinji immediately bought a theremin for his personal collection).

In a small part of his mind, he wondered what you would think of this. What genres would you like? The slow and calming sounds of ambient music? Or the clever and witty rhymes of hip-hop? Would you enjoy concerts? Dance clubs?

But those thoughts were becoming less frequent. He had to move on. He would hold on to his grudge for Aizen, crave revenge for not only him and the Visoreds, but also for you, but his “exile” would be to experience life for you.

 Tokyo was as bustling as ever in the night. Party goers laughing, crying and shouting, enjoying their night as Shinji walked by them. He could hear different songs play from the many shops and establishments he passed by, some were songs he recognized, others he didn’t particularly cared for.

Until he heard a familiar voice.

He swung his head to a random bar blasting a song. Shock was all over his face as he recognized that voice.

It was you!

Shinji barged inside to the few patrons enjoying their drinks and conversation. In a small corner of the bar, laid a TV with the singer, the singer with your voice.

“Oi, barkeep” Shinji shouted, trying to catch the bartender’s attention. The bartender, an older man, looked at Shinji.

“I’ll take an old fashioned and –” Shinji pointed the TV, “do you know who that is?”

The bartender looked surprised at the question but shook his head.

A patron next to Shinji, in a drunken stupor, laughed and slapped Shinji’s back, telling the name of the singer.

“She’s up and coming ya know! Got quite a following.”

“Do ya know if she’s playing a concert anytime soon?”

“Nah, but she’s got a fan club if yer interested.” The man burped, taking a pen out. He wrote the address of the fan club.

Shinji slapped his change for the drink, but bolted out the bar as soon as the song ended, his drink completely untouched.

Shinji was aware of idol culture, but he didn’t expect a similar culture for up-and-coming singers, such as you.. well was it you?

The singer sounded exactly like you, the mannerisms were eerily the same, you just wore modern clothing, your hair styled with the current trends of the time.

And you still smiled the same way that would make his heart flutter.

He had never spoke to you though, watching from a distance as you sang to the crowd. You would close your eyes at some lyrics, as if in a trance. Your songwriting astounded him, how much it sounded as if you from the past wrote it.

It had to be you. It had to be your reincarnation.

Tonight your manager, or whoever this person was organizing the event, announced that there would be a meet and greet at the end of tonight’s show. The crowd cheered as you waved politely.

Shinji took a deep breath; it was now or never.

The meet and greet was a fairly short affair. To his surprise, not many people wanted to meet with you, but that worked in his favour.

He was one of the last remaining concertgoers and he could see the weariness in your eyes. You were becoming exhausted, but you kept your smile for every fan that came your way. And now it was his turn.

Shinji extended his hand, “yer songs are beautiful.” He murmured.

You immediately grabbed his hand but jolted at the touch. Your eyes met.

“I – thank you.” You stammered, “have we met before?”

Shinji shook his head, letting go of your hand, “no, I’m just a fan of yer music.” He grinned.

You gave a look to your manager, but Shinji let go, making way for the next fan to come to you.

He slowly began to walk out of the venue before he heard yelling behind him, it was your manager. “Wait!”

Shinji stopped, letting the manager catch their breath. “I – she wants to talk to you once she’s done.”

Shinji raised his eyebrows, a flicker of hope growing inside him, but he knew better to have any expectations. He would hear you out and the two of you would go your separate ways.

He was ushered into your changing room. It wasn’t much of a room, he could see a backpack, water bottles, and some snacks. He felt guilty for some reason – should he have brought flowers?

He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. Memories of you over time flashed over his mind, frustrating him. It didn’t help your voice was stuck in his head too.

“Thank you for waiting.” You barged into the room, bowing deeply at Shinji.

“It’s no problem.” He replied, waving his hand. “What’s up?”

“I just – are you sure we haven’t met?”

Shinji shook his head, “you probably saw me around a lot at yer shows.” He said softly. “I’m a big fan.”

You looked at him with confusion, “no, I swear I’ve met you before…”

Shinji shrugged his shoulders, “maybe yer used to seeing me in the crowd. This is my first time going to your meet-and-greet though.”

You sighed loudly, examining Shinji’s face. This man looked so familiar to you. His voice even sounded familiar too.

And then realization hit you, with heat spreading to your cheeks. Shinji looked at you with a curious expression, wondering what had gotten you quiet and flustered.

“This is so embarrassing,” you mumbled, “but I think I remember where.”

“Where?”

“… my dreams.”

Shinji raised his eyebrows, “I mean, maybe because I’ve been in the crowd.”

“No!” You yelled, “I mean, you looked a bit different.”

Shinji shut his mouth, letting you continue.

“You had… longer hair, much longer.” You clicked your tongue, “and I don’t think you had a piercing.” Shinji grew alarmed. “You also wore… some kind of white haori with black clothing? And carried a sword.”

Shinji sighed. He could deny this, letting you wonder, and never appearing again… but what kind of chance was this? “Fate is truly a fickle woman.”

You gave him a confused look.

“How long have ya got? There’s a lot to tell you.”

“All night.” You grinned proudly, “tell me everything Mister…”

“Shinji, just call me Shinji. Ya never did call me by my last name anyways.”

You stared at him with another confused look on your face.

Momo ran down the halls of the Squad 5 barracks in a hurry. She clutched the paperwork to her chest tightly as she sprinted past her fellow seated members, down to Captain Hirako’s office.

She panted as she entered, “I have some –” as she exhaled, “papers that require your immediate signature, sir.”

Shinji placed a new record into his player, letting it play as he got seated into desk, “sure thing, Momo. Bring ‘em here.”

Momo dropped the documents on to his desk and immediately sat down on the other chair, letting the music play as Shinji skimmed through the documents. The voice sounded familiar, “sir, is this by that one popular singer in the World of the Living?”

“Yeah it is,” he said, without looking up from his paper, “I’m her biggest fan.”

“Really?!” Momo exclaimed, “I like a lot of her songs, she’s so talented.”

“She sure is,” Shinji grinned, putting down his pen.

“But I haven’t heard this song of her’s before. Is it new?”

“I wouldn’t say new…” Shinji drawled, “but a limited, unreleased one.”

“It’s beautiful.” Momo sighed, as she continued listening to the song. Shinji smiled, humming along to the song.

For just anyone, It is not, I told you, It is only just for you I do not want it to be just once I want my song to reach you right now And the next year too Let the two of us together Go watch the cherry blossoms

Reader made a special EP for Shinji's birthday hahaha. THANKS FOR READING!!! The song at the end is the translated bits from "Yamazakura" by Taeko Onuki.

Edit: forgot to explain some things LOL

Taichi Suzuki from Nakasu is a reference to Yakuza 5 (Kiryu’s alias in the red light district)

Wedding rings weren’t really a thing in Japan until post-WWII. Usually a woman wore her obi and kimono a particular way to signify that she was married. I decided to have Shinji gift her a kimono as an engagement present of sorts.

@cloudyempress literallyyyy some just don't get it like we do! my friend said "something feels off about him" and i was like girllll 😭😭😭 there is something off about him - his massive dong 🫣

shinji got me out here blushing and giggling like a school girl why he so FINE

I know I'm a week early, but I was excited to write something Valentine's Day related!

TW: I was in heat when I wrote this. Mentions alcohol, lots of smut, p in v penetration, face sitting, etc...Tiny bits of a little angst at the end buuut nothing our glorious king Reigen Arataka can't fix ;)

What happens when you, a lonely single, meets your friend Reigen, another lonely single, at a bar on a Friday night that also happens to be Valentine's Day?

Valentine's Day was on a Friday this year, and you celebrated by treating yourself to a whole bottle of wine. You were only halfway through it when you felt brave enough to text your friend Reigen, the insufferable screwball you had such a massive crush on.

You kept it simple, asking what he was up to for the evening. One thing led to another, and you were forgetting all about your wine and plans for isolation, getting dolled up to meet him at the bar. You'd never even approached first base with him, but you still pulled on a sweet and seductive matching set of lingerie under your outfit, just in case! It was a day for love after all.

When you arrived he was already seated at the bar, his glass half empty and his cheeks already flushed. You sauntered up to him, plopping down at his side and ordering a glass of wine. He wore his usual crisp, gray suit and pink tie, but under the tacky pink lighting in the bar for the occasion, it made him appear a bit more roguish and artfully messy. Maybe it was the way his hair fell against his forehead, knotted from continuously running his hand through it or maybe you just had too much wine coursing through your veins, warming your body and sending you into a spiraling heat, but the mere sight of him had you clenching your thighs together. You tried not to look too excited.

"Hey," Reigen greeted. "Couldn't handle spending tonight alone, could you?" He grinned teasingly.

"I just got bored." You rolled your eyes at him playfully. "And you came."

"I did come." He chuckled gruffly. It took great effort for you to keep your composure, thinking of innuendos in your head but not daring to utter them aloud.

The bartender set your glass of wine before you, and Reigen ordered him to put it on his tab. You smirked as you tipped the glass back, taking a generous sip. You felt a swell of pride, the usually frugal man who wasn't so cheap with you. "Thank you," you breathed.

"No problem." He was trying to remain nonchalant, but his leg bounced next to yours as he downed the rest of his drink.

The two of you talked about generic things, the holiday, work, what shows you were watching, books you were reading, video games you were playing, all of the socially acceptable, boring things. All the while, his leg kept bouncing. It was distracting really.

You laid a hand on his thigh just above his knee to steady it.

Reigen gave you a puzzled look, glancing down at your hand and back up. At the tiniest hint of judgment, you were retracting your hand, cheeks warming shamefully. "Sorry. You were fidgeting," you muttered the lame excuse, nervously drinking more of your wine.

To your surprise, after you had set your glass back down, he grabbed your hand, spreading it back over his thigh, even a little higher this time.

"Can I try some of that?" He nodded towards your wine as if nothing had just happened.

"Ye - yeah." You quickly pushed the glass towards him, your mouth running dry. Now your hand felt heavy on his leg. You watched him carefully as he took a large drink from your glass before pushing it back over your way, licking his lips.

"It's good," he told you after a long moment of staring at each other. "Getting kind of empty. You want another?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe in a bit," you hummed, watching him curiously. You dragged your hand down and off his leg, grinning wickedly, your confidence returning at his encouragement. "Or I can finish it and we can go have some elsewhere?"

"I have some at home." Reigen shrugged. "Let me close my tab."

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You were delightedly surprised at how quickly your plans were falling into place. Like a gentleman, Reigen walked you inside his apartment, holding the door open for you and taking your coat and purse. Not so much like a gentleman, his lips were on yours almost instantly, forcing his tongue into your mouth as his hands on your hips held you against him.

You squeaked, a small sound of surprise that made him pull back, looking unsure of himself. "Sorry - is this okay?"

"Yes," you giggled. "I was just a little surprised at how aggressive you're being."

Worry flashed across his features, his hands dropping away from your waist. "Shit, I'm sorry," he muttered again.

"No, no." You grabbed his hands, guiding them back to where they were. "I want you to manhandle me."

A beat passed as your words processed in Reigen's mind. "Oh fuck." His hands went limp on your hips, eyes darkening and jaw going slack. "Fuck," he repeated, looking desperate now.

"Is something wrong?" You teased.

"No," he spoke just loud enough for you to hear. He watched you carefully, eyes darting about your features to search for any sign of hesitation. "You're sure you want this?"

"More than sure." You nodded. He'd see just how sure you were if he got far enough to glimpse your matching underwear.

Your head spun with your wine buzz as Reigen whisked you along to his bedroom. He fell atop his mattress with you on top, straddling his waist. He groaned pathetically while you returned your mouth to its position against his, tongues unceremoniously exploring each other. It was drunken and filthy, the way you practically drooled into his mouth. His hands shamelessly explored your body now, starting at your waist and stopping at your ass, groping and squeezing your plush skin. You shuddered as he lifted the bottom hem of your dress over the curve of your bum to fondle the bare skin, his fingers grazing your clothed pussy.

"Reigen," you gasped into his mouth.

"Yeah?" He laughed cockily. "Is something wrong?" He mocked. It was really a game of push and pull between you two. When one of you lost confidence, the other was there to do enough uplifting for the both of you. When one of you acted more desperate, the other was there to taunt and tease. You enjoyed this game with him, this balance. You liked taking turns, moment by moment, deciding who was the cat and who was the mouse.

"Please - just take it off." You didn't care how desperate you sounded, since he was the one doing the teasing now, and it was getting you even hotter. The heat swirling in your core was becoming unbearable, and you needed him to touch you.

"Oh my God," he mumbled hoarsely. "You're acting so slutty. It's so fucking hot."

"Reigen!" You whined impatiently.

"Alright, alright."

He reluctantly released your bum, taking your dress into his hands and lifting it up and over your body. You sat up to assist him in taking it off, giggling when his jaw dropped at the sight of your matching bra and panties. You reached down to begin undoing his belt, leaning over him to showcase your cleavage as you did so.

"I could cum right now," he sighed. "Did you wear that for me?" He hooked a finger under your panties before pulling back and releasing the fabric, letting it slap against your hip.

"Mhmm." You nodded, yanking his belt from his pants and tossing it aside. "You like it?"

"I love it." He continued to toy with the band of your underwear. "You're beautiful." Reigen's cheeks warmed at the compliment he gave you. The way he could be so cocky and so soft with you simultaneously was driving you mad. A straightforward businessman who was also a little dorky...it got you wet like no other man could.

You unzipped his pants, pressing a kiss to the bit of exposed skin just above the band of his boxers in thanks. He let loose a shaky breath, undoing his tie and beginning to shimmy out of his jacket and unbutton his shirt. You sat up to give him space to undress himself, helping him unbutton his top while he slowly attempted to kick his pants off. It was chaotic and clumsy, the two of you working together to hastily remove his clothing, but you giggled through it with him and didn't stop until he was left in nothing but his boxers. You took your place back on his lap, grinding down against his clothed, hardening cock. The both of you moaned in harmony at the friction.

Reigen's fingers dug into your sides, pulling you down onto him. He panted and watched in awe as you rolled your hips against his, the both of you unabashedly dry humping one another like crazed teenagers. He reconnected your lips, the noises you were making falling into each other's mouths. It was pure bliss until it wasn't, until you needed more. And somehow, without any words being spoken, Reigen knew. He was pulling away from you again with a groan, laying back against his sheets and looking up at you with a deadly serious expression.

"Take your panties off and sit on my face," he demanded.

Your eyes went wide, shocked by the blunt, lewd request. Something inside your stomach churned, making you twitch. "What?" Your face grew hot. His intense gaze made you squirm. Your head was swimming.

"You're gonna act shy now? Like you weren't just rubbing yourself against me?" He laughed meanly. "Come on." He tapped your thigh like it was simple. "Come rub yourself against my mouth instead."

Your brain was short-circuiting. He had beat you at your own game, and it was making you want to run, the balance tipped back in his favor. "I - I don't - I mean, are you sure? I've never done that before."

"First time for everything." He grinned. "Need some encouragement?" He rubbed comforting circles into your skin. You were struggling to process reality, your friend, hard as a rock beneath you, asking you to sit on his face. You took a deep breath.

"What if I like," you searched for the right words, "break your neck?"

"Then I'll die a happy man," Reigen mused.

"I'm being serious!" You pouted.

"You're not going to break my neck," he groaned in frustration. "I've got support." He patted the pillows underneath his head for extra measure.

"I'm nervous," you confessed. "Sorry, I know that's not very sexy."

"You kidding? You're still a bombshell." Reigen smiled. "You can lay down and I can eat it that way if you'd prefer?" The way he talked about eating your pussy so casually made your chest flutter. You gasped at him, throbbing against the damp fabric of his boxers.

"No." You blushed deeply. "It's okay. I can do it."

"Do what?" He raised an eyebrow. "Can I hear you say it?" He was toying with you now, making you say dirty things just for the sake of it.

"You are so-" you huffed. "I'll sit on your face."

"Good girl," he praised teasingly. "Alright, let me see then. Take them off."

You whined but obeyed, lifting up off of him to slide your panties down and off of your legs. You quickly straddled him once again, shuddering when your bare heat caught on the fabric of his boxers.

"Shit." With heavily lidded eyes, Reigen reached forward, running a finger through your folds to gather your essence. You moaned at his gentle touch, trying and failing to keep your composure as you thought of his warm tongue being pressed there instead. "Okay. Come up here," he instructed, beckoning you with the finger coated in your juices.

You reluctantly crawled up his body, stopping when you were positioned above his face. You sank down frantically, not wanting to delay the inevitable any longer, but held yourself up so as not to crush him with your full weight. Reigen hummed against you, grabbing your hips and pulling you down the rest of the way. A shockwave of pleasure racked through your torso as his tongue pressed into you, the vibrations of his groaning tickling your core. You cried out, overwhelmed already, and he had only just begun.

"Fuck!" You held onto his hair, staying still as he licked against you, his hands digging bruises into your ass and thighs. The low, guttural, breathy and slurping noises he was making beneath you had you clenching around nothing, soaking his mouth and chin. You cried and whimpered, trembling as he seemed to know just how to get you going.

Chasing your high as you got more comfortable atop of him, you slowly rolled your hips against his face. Reigen made sounds of approval, repositioning his hand placement to encourage you to keep going, to keep riding and using his face the way you needed to. It was nasty, your face flushed with the realization of how obscene it was, and the realization only made you get hotter, wetter. The coil in your lower stomach kept tightening and tightening, threatening to snap.

You pulled away from him, collapsing at his side.

"What are you doing?" He panted in disbelief, his face glistening with your slick.

"Want to cum on your cock," you mumbled drunkenly, taking off your bra. "Please, fuck me." You tossed your bra aside and spread your legs, batting your lashes up at him tiredly.

"Holy shit," Reigen gasped. He fumbled for his boxers, fighting to quickly pull them down and off his body. You shamelessly watched his hardened length spring free, impatiently spreading your legs even farther apart.

After scrambling for a condom in his nightstand and rolling one on, he crawled over you, dipping his head forward to capture your mouth in a sloppy kiss. You tasted yourself on his lips as he sunk into you, swapping moans. He pulled back to watch himself move slowly in and out of you, eyes wide and glassy. You screwed yours shut, relishing in the feeling of his thick cock stretching your walls. You opened them only when you felt his thumb press against your bundle of nerves, rubbing fast, tight circles as he slowly increased the pace of his thrusts into you.

"Reigen!" You gasped, grabbing his wrist and trying to push him away. With his free hand, he ripped your hand away, pinning it above your head.

"Thought you wanted to be manhandled?" He grunted, his composure wavering in and out as you clamped around him. "Oh my - fuck. S - so tight and warm," he whimpered into your neck as he practically collapsed over you, struggling to keep a steady rhythm on your clit and inside you.

"'S too much!" Tears were prickling in your eyes. You weren't prepared to release just yet, but it seemed you weren't getting much of a choice. You could hardly think or remember how to breathe, forced to take it as he pumped in and out of you. You were squirming beneath him, trying to relieve some of the pressure though it was no use.

"Stay still," he growled, his voice deep, carnal, and almost unlike him. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't obey, back arching and thighs trying to clamp shut to resist the force of his blows.

He was getting frustrated with your refusal to listen, tightening his grip on your wrists. He removed his thumb from you clit and pulled out of you in one quick movement, ignoring your dumbfounded expression as he flipped you over and lifted your hips, re-entering you from behind. It was painful, the way he slammed back into you, but it hurt in a way that sent an extreme wave of pleasure through your core. You were basically screaming now, falling limp underneath him, but he wouldn't allow it, wrapping an arm around your waist and another around your shoulders and neck to hold you upright as he took you from behind. He found your clit again, expertly rubbing his fingers against you while he thrusted into your ruined cunt.

You couldn't make out any coherent words, crying and whining loudly while he muttered praises in between kisses pressed to your temple. "I know, I know," Reigen cooed. "You're okay. It's okay. I've got you. You're almost there."

It didn't take much longer for either of you in this position. Reigen's thrusts were starting to become erratic, his grip on you clumsily faltering and tightening, back and forth. "I'm gonna cum," he told you in a pained tone. "You almost there, baby?"

The innocent pet name in such an indecent setting knocked the wind out of you. All you could do was nod and make a sort of sound of agreement. He was more strategic now about the way he moved, trying to get you there before him. You relaxed into him, trusting him to hold you up as you let that coil inside snap. You shuddered and trembled against him, temporarily going to another place entirely as you he chased his own high, pulling out only moments later after he was finished.

You laid beside him, the two of you panting and coming back down in unison. He gave himself a minute before he moved to clean up, discarding his condom and heading to the bathroom. Without him inside you or near you, you suddenly felt very cold. You waited for him curiously and a bit anxiously, a small bud of worry blossoming in your chest at his absence and his silence. You heard the faucet running for a few moments before he was returning, a wet cloth in his hand.

For all of his obliviousness and goofiness, Reigen was surprisingly attentive and soft, gently bringing the warm cloth in between your thighs to clear up some of the residue that was left behind. You gasped at the feeling of the fabric against your sensitive core, but allowed him to quietly and softly wipe away the remains of your encounter. It all seemed to come together in this moment, to make sense, why you had such an intense crush on this man who was supposed to be your friend.

"Thank you," you croaked tiredly when he was done.

"You need anything?" He asked you hoarsely, sounding just as exhausted as you were. "Water? A snack?"

"I'm okay," you shook your head. You wondered if you were overstaying your welcome, lingering if you weren't going to have a drink or some food. It made you more nervous and uncertain when he left to go grab something for himself. He was still your friend, no matter how much you were enjoying yourself. Your past reminded you that you needed to be realistic. You reluctantly pushed yourself up from the plush confines of his comforter, searching for your undergarments. "I should get going," you explained when he returned with a bottle of water.

Reigen's expression fell. "You're not going to stay?"

"Oh." You softened under his harsh gaze. "I don't know - I guess I just assumed you wouldn't want me to after we-"

"What kind of a guy do you think I am?" He laughed. "You're not going home at this hour by yourself. And I like to cuddle afterwards," he stilled, "unless you don't."

You giggled at him. "Yeah, I do too."

"Good!" He jumped back into bed, pulling your naked body flush against his. You laughed, blushing slightly as you comforted into his embrace. He wanted you here. Could this have been more than a one night thing?

As if reading your mind, "for what it's worth," he hesitated, "I'm really glad you texted me tonight."

"I am too." A day for love indeed.

“would you die for me?”

you’re laying on sukuna’s bare chest, fingers tracing the dark ink of his tattoos. he scoffs, glancing from his phone down to you before rolling his eyes.

“why would i be dying?”

“like… I don’t know, would you jump in front of a bullet to save me?”

“obviously.”

you huff out a bit of laughter.

“you would?”

his red eyes meet yours, a bored look in them.

“yes idiot, i would jump in front of a bullet to save you.”

“that’s so sweet.”

“yeah i know, boyfriend of the year,” sukuna grumbles, going back to his phone.

it’s silent for another moment before you think of something else.

…

“would you… kill for me?”

his grip on you tightens for a minute and he sets his phone down. one rough hands comes up and clasps your chin, lifting your eyes to meet his.

“do i need to?”

your eyes widen slightly, gulping at the intensity in his.

“i… well no… not right now, i just wondered if you would.”

“yes.”

he releases your jaw and your head drops back to his chest. he goes back to his phone as your heart pounds a little harder in your chest.

…

“… ‘kuna?”

“yeah?”

“would you still love me if i was a worm?”