If I'm Sado, I Wld Defs Say,

Shinji hates the typical, corny "ass or tits" question. Don't make him choose! He likes both! Your thighs too!

"Stop pretending like you're not a pervert and pick one," you scoffed at him when he responded "your personality," after you asked him the age-old question.

"I'm not pretending, I am a pervert," he admitted with a wolfish grin. "That's why I'm not picking one. I love all equally. I refuse to choose."

"Really?" You crossed your arms, glaring at him skeptically. "You don't like one more than the other, not even a little?"

"Nope." He shrugged, before noticing the ghost of a frown on your face. He narrowed his eyes at you, skeptical as to why you looked so disappointed in his refusal to respond. "What's this about?" You normally never cared so much about such trivial, surface-level things.

You feigned innocence. "It's just a question."

"No, you're up to something," he accused, coming to stand over you. "Go on, tell me."

You sighed. "Fine. Someone said I had a small butt the other day and I was just curious." You averted your eyes from his. "I guess I just thought if you said you liked my tits better, then it would be true, that I don't have that great of a butt..."

"Baby." Shinji frowned, grabbing your waist and pulling you in. "Who said that? Should I kill them?"

You giggled and shook your head. "No, I'm sure they didn't mean anything by it. Just took it personally is all." You shrugged sadly.

"Well, don't let anyone make you feel bad about your body," Shinji scolded lovingly, reaching around to give your bum an affectionate squeeze. "You have a great ass and great tits that I love so much. And an even prettier soul. You're beautiful inside and out," he said seriously, sealing the deal with a kiss to your cheek.

"Thank you." You smiled up at him, instantly feeling better with just a little reassurance from him. "You are too. My handsome man."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He smirked. "So which do you like better? My ass? Or my cock, I guess?" Back to being a goofball.

"I'm not answering that." You shoved him away playfully. "Weirdo."

"It's just a question!" He whined.

You supposed you understood now, his difficulty in picking just one thing about you. You couldn't choose one thing about him either. You loved all of Shinji Hirako.

YESSSSSSSFUCKYESSSSSSSSS

GRAB THAT HANDLE SIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRR

HELLO MY SWEETS!!!!!!

Your Shinji fluff was SO good that it inspired me to be GREEDY and ask for MORE!!!! (Only if you're able and when you have the time, of course!!!)

Listen and hear me out; what about Shinji finding out reader (aka wife aka all of us lol) is pregnant?!?!?! HOW WOULD SHINJI ACT AS A NEW DAD I DON'T EVEN KNOW. I'm hoping you can tell me! Eek!

OBVIOUSLY if you don't want to write this for any reason, that is A-Okay!!!! I just figured I'd shoot my fanfic shot! 🫡💘

I can't wait to see what you do! Talk to ya later, tater!

MY FIRST REQUEST EVER FOR MY FAVORITE MAN 😭 IM SO EXCITED AND SO HONORED. OF COURSE I WILL WRITE THIS!! I'M SO HAPPY YOU DECIDED TO SHOOT YOUR FANFIC SHOT

and this is such a sweet concept 🥹 thank you for your cute idea, my love <3 i'll let you know when it's posted :D !!!

AYEEEE WHO READY TO GET PREGNANT WITH SHINJI'S CHILD ???? 🔥🔥🔥🔥

TW: SMUUUT 🗣️, Grimmy gets pretty rough, a little bit of degradation, breeding, the works :D

Grimmjow couldn't stand you.

You were a brat if there ever was one and far too comfortable speaking to him with disrespect on a daily basis. He couldn't stand you, but every time you spoke to him brazenly, mocked him, taunted him, and infuriated him, it made him want to stuff that big mouth of yours with his cock. He couldn't stand you, but if and when he got the chance, he was going to show you what he did to brats like you. He didn't need to like you to fuck you good and hard like you deserved.

He was already annoyed enough today, and there you were, as usual, saying something to piss him off even more. "Hey, quick question, do you ever stop talking?"

His eyes widened, anger flaring like scorching blue flames. You enjoyed just how easy it was to get under his skin. He was so simple, fists clenching at his sides before one of them slammed on the table in front of you. "What did you just say?! Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"I guess that means no," you sighed, suppressing an amused grin.

The truth was, you liked riling him up and did so intentionally. You liked watching the veins swell in his hands, arms and forehead because it was hot. He was hot. Watching him get mad had you fantasizing about just how roughly he'd manhandle you, how he'd meanly bully his cock into your tight cunt, how he'd have you crying and gagging on it. You weren't going to stop pushing his buttons until he was undoing yours.

"You're lucky I don't hit girls," he growled, his hands twitching, clenching and unclenching as if he was currently resisting the urge.

"That's too bad," you said, smirking lazily.

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Later, he proved to be a liar. He was hitting you, his hand coming down hard over and over again to smack your ass as he drilled into you from behind. He still didn't know how to stop talking, though you didn't mind it much now, clenching around him while he yanked you up by your hair to spew filth directly into your ear.

"Not so cocky now, are you? Huh?" He panted, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. "Where's that smirk, little girl? Your snide comments? Haven't you got anything to say?"

You couldn't reply, not with how cruelly he was pounding into you, his tip striking hard and deep, as furious as he was. All you could do was moan and whine dumbly. You may have bested him with your words earlier, but in the bedroom, he'd definitely won, just the way you wanted him to.

"That's what I thought," he laughed when you didn't respond. "Can't handle my fat cock and talk back to me at the same time. You're too busy making a mess of my sheets and whining like a bitch."

He threw you back into the mattress, pinning you down with his weight as his hips snapped against your ass. He thought he was teaching you a lesson, but it was your personal heaven, getting caged in by his big biceps and having your pussy ruined by his throbbing length. You could hardly breathe, suffocating under his weight, head under water with nothing but the sound of his grunts and growls right into your ear. You thought it'd be a pleasant way to die.

Then he suddenly left you, and before you had the chance to mourn the loss of his heat and fullness in between your legs, he was manhandling you onto your back, folding you into a mating press and fucking back into you, smirking maliciously at your dumbfounded expression.

"I want to see what you look like when you cum all over my cock," he snarled in explanation before wrapping his hand around your neck to hold you in place. "Maybe I'll fill you up. You want that, slut?"

"Yes!" You choked out, eyes rolling back as he stretched your legs to their max, going impossibly deeper inside you than he had been. Each thrust felt like a shock to your system, a terrifying yet exciting loss of control of your body.

He was shamelessly staring at himself thrusting in and out of you, at your tits bouncing, and at the tears leaking out of your eyes. It made him go feral, the sight of your defeat. He knew you were all talk, so outspoken yet so easy to break. It was music to his ears how pathetic you sounded. Now he just needed you squirting all over him before he unleashed his load into you. Only then would it truly be his victory.

He knew by the high-pitched squeals and whines you were making that you were close, and so he stayed focused and didn't hold back, maintaining his brutal pace until your legs were trembling, glassy eyes squeezing shut and loud mouth crying out as if you were being tortured. He lowered himself against you, fucking you through your orgasm as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding him to his word that he would fill you up. Moments later, he did, biting your neck and groaning into it as he twitched inside of you, shooting thick, white ropes of his seed into your walls. He pulled out to watch it leak out of you, mesmerized by how cute your bratty pussy was with his juices oozing out.

He collapsed at your side. He'd finally bested you, finally taught you a lesson, and you'd finally learned just how good of a fuck he was. You stressed him out, but he had finally taken that stress out on you. For the first time in a while, he felt at ease, one could even say peaceful. Your body and your energy was a much needed break for his nervous system, and he was starting to discover a newfound appreciation for you as you quietly came down from your high beside him.

He watched you carefully as you rose from his bed, excusing yourself to clean up the mess between your legs. He chuckled to himself as he watched you limp away, like a fawn attempting to walk for the first time. He supposed you were actually pretty cute.

No. It made him start to worry when you were taking a long time in his bathroom, wondering if you'd come back and get dressed to go. It wasn't like it was often he got to just lay there, skin to skin with another person. No one touched him unless it was in battle or in a sexual way, and now he found himself yearning for your body against his again, in a more gentle way this time.

He pretended to look unbothered when you finally came back, pretended that he wasn't elated when you took your place back in his bed, curling up next to him.

You decided to be nice to him just this once. "That was amazing," you complimented, pressing a quick kiss to the side of his mouth that made him freeze. "Thank you."

He felt irritated again, though he couldn't figure out why. "Are you fucking with me?" He glared at you.

"No," you responded calmly. "If I was lying, I wouldn't be on the verge of passing out right now," you giggled tiredly. "I came so hard I'm exhausted."

You yawned, and it gave Grimmjow a funny feeling in his chest. He yanked the blankets up over your naked form. "Get some sleep then." You could tell he found it difficult to be affectionate. It was kind of cute in its own weird way.

You draped an arm over his chest anyway, pushing him out of his comfort zone. "You gonna sleep with me?"

"Doesn't seem like you're giving me much of a choice," he grumbled.

You pressed sleepy kisses into his jaw, smiling against him as you felt his body soften beneath you. "No, I'm not. I like to cuddle after."

"Damn brat." He aggressively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him and holding your hip. "You better not snore."

You gasped, a wide, almost painful smile spreading on your lips over the fact that this grumpy arrancar was seriously snuggling you. "Me? A lady? Never!"

"Yeah, yeah. I hear you snore once and I'm tossing you off the side of the bed." You doubted the hand currently caressing your torso would be used to throw you off the bed.

"You're such a gentleman."

"I am, letting you stink up my bed like this." He grinned, adjusting his body so that you could press into him more comfortably.

"Stop being mean to me, I'm soft!" You pouted playfully.

"You? Don't make me laugh." He murmured against your head.

You smiled contentedly, letting your eyes rest, finally having him where you wanted him. "Okay, I'm going to bed now, so kiss my forehead and tell me goodnight."

"You're a real piece of work," he groaned, as if he wasn't dying for an excuse to press his lips to you.

He did exactly that, bringing his mouth to your temple more gently than you ever could imagine him doing and pulling you impossibly closer before saying, "goodnight, princess."

"Goodnight, my prince."

He would've cringed, had anyone else said it, but hearing you call him your prince, he swore he could feel his heart growing. He didn't know he even had one before you. He was glad you were starting to doze off, glad that you didn't witness his cheeks flushing with admiration.

Grimmjow still couldn't stand you, only now because it was gonna be a real pain in the ass dealing with these feelings he had for you.

4 O’ Clock: Hot ‘n Cold (Grimmjow x Reader) 18+ NSFW

AN: So, something was calling me to write a grimmjow fic and yk what? If grimmy wants to get down in the middle of a cold winter morning, why tf not! 👊 I’m down. I wanna hear him mumble, whisper and groan in my ears lol. Wouldn’t you? Ok bye. 😭 Ps. Sorry for the long ass fucking wait - I’m a little rusty ahhh.

Synopsis: it’s a cold Winter morning and Grimmjow just feels like snuggling with you in between your legs bed.

*Pics are from Pinterest!

WARNING: GRAMMAR, pacing, mellowed out tybw grimmy, smut, dominant panther, quiet lazy sex but leads to a bit rough sex because it’s grimmjow, nipple play, foreplay, spooning cuddles, fondling your biscuits, kissing, cowgirl-humping, wet…squirting, more squirting, multiple orgasms, penetration, doggy style. And more! 🤓

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

4 AM

The howling winds of winter cried out around the house. It sounded like werewolves singing in melody as the snow fell down like rain drops. The inside of the house was barely bright,the beauty of the white snow piercing the long curtains all around the house — in the hallways and rooms. The aging radiator was still fighting to keep the house warm. It whistled, it blew off steam while the cold eerie winds blew over the sky.

It helped you sleep better at night.

…Crrreak…

…crrreak…crrreak…

The wooden floors groaned quietly as someone walked across it in the upstairs hallway. The tall silhouette had just teleported into the hallway and walked steadily toward your shared bedroom. He was met with your presence, sleeping soundly in the bed with a thick blanket nestling your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes observed your form that was so delicate, seeking warmth in the already warm room.

It’s too fucking hot in here. He thought to himself. But he did leave you alone for a while he took a stroll around the neighborhood - during a blizzard. You never knew where he went or when he’d come back home from his random walks. You never liked being alone in your bed. His blue eyes glowered in your direction when you pulled the blanket over your head as the sound from the old heater started clicking in his ears, ultimately making him tread towards you.

He took off his t-shirt and threw it across the room as he walked to his side of the bed. Slowly, he lifted the covers and his body gently dipped into the bed and carefully wriggled over to your side as the sheets shuffled under his feet. His chest pressed against your back and his legs hooked behind your own, he had you secured with ease. You shifted a bit to the newfound feeling and outstretched your neck. He quickly dipped his face into the small space, warming his nose and breathing in your flowery scent. A low groan came from his throat, piquing your ears as he rubbed his face against your flushed skin. But you remained asleep.

A few minutes passed by and the two of you wallowed in each other’s warmth. His arm was bent under your breasts, cupping your them underneath the satiny material. A soft, quiet huff brushed your skin, stirring you from your sleep. “Mm.” You started gathering yourself; the blue panther felt like a furnace next to your body.

Too hot…

“Mm.” You hummed again, shifting in his embrace and pulled the covers off your shoulder.

A high pitched whine from the old radiator was whistling in the air. You reveled in the way his chest risen and fell against your back, making you blush in his grip. Your fingers slithered down to his forearm that was securing your breasts from underneath, and you brushed the smooth skin lazily. His brows furrowed to the feathery sensations of your fingertips grazing against his skin. His arm flexed a bit, squeezing the two flesh more, telling you that he’s enjoying it.

He pulled away from your neck and started planting soft kisses on your shoulder slowly. It was warm, followed by a wet sensation. The languid pace stirred your senses. Soon after, he shifted behind you, leaning closer to you to kiss your neck. His nose rubbed your soft skin as he marked you with soft wet kisses. “Mm.” Your pulse was fluttering when he kissed your favorite spot. The soft wet pops of his lips rang in your ear as he did, making you press the side of your face to the pillow while your cheeks were getting warmer. Your lips were tucking in as his warm weight was slowly pressing your body into the bed while he focused on his task. Marking you as his, like always. You always surrender to his cuddles — even at random times.

You didn’t even realize that you were leaning back into his chest and how outstretched your neck was until his bangs were brushing underneath your chin. He way too into your neck. “Unh…” you sighed softly, heeding his soft lips pressing against your fluttering neck. “Mn.” You bit your bottom lip. You soft gasps made him apply some more of his weight on your back. “Ha..!” You gasped, pressing your ass against his groin when your pulse suddenly palpitates swiftly, violently sending you goosebumps.

A smirk crept from his lips when you shivered after the fact. He pulled back and untucked his arm underneath your breasts. You already knew your neck was purple from his ministrations. Suddenly, you felt his fingers pull the top of your dress down, slowly revealing your round plush tit hidden beneath the satiny material. A subtle groan came from his throat as he eyed the soft flesh. Your eyes remained closed while he gently hooked the top underneath it, securing it in place.

Suddenly, your senses sparked immediately when his firm hand cupped the soft fat gently. It was hot and brawny against your skin, making your blush hard while he fondled it tenderly. A low hum sounded from your lips from the burning sensation that it made him smirk.

Look at you…, he thought.

He squeezed it gently as if it was a stress ball.

He watched you twitching as he squeezes the round breast delicately. “M-mm.” You twitched again when he switched to stroking the flesh with his fingertips in circles. “A-ah~” he stared down at your quivering form as he did before focusing his finger on the pebbled flesh — your nipple. Your soft whimpers filled the air as the winter breeze howled out from the sky. “Grim~” you whispered, relishing the calloused pad circling the plump nipple lightly. It sent shocks all over your body, pushing your back against his chest as you basked in his lazy strokes. Your fingers slid up to the back of his hand as he did and you shivered in his warm embrace. Slowly, softly and gently…making you squeeze your legs together under the blanket. “M-mm..!” You managed to look down at his finger while you couldn’t stop twitching. It’s true that you have very sensitive nipples. One touch of his fingers and your senses are stirred. Your hazy eyes watched as he stroked it in lazy circles.

The violent howling winter winds mixed with your gratifying sighs filled his ears. it was hard as a rock against his finger. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the erect flesh. “Oh~” he sucked it with a wet pop before pulling back and spreading its wetness around his fingertip. He leaned over again and started flicking it with his crafty tongue, earning a quivering sigh from you as his bangs brushes your skin.

He expertly lifted his head up and kissed your lips before muttering, “come here.”

Without hesitation, the sheets shifted below your feet as you turned to face him and he laid down on his back. The bed groaned as he helped you shift your body on-top of his, straddling him under the duvet. His legs spread out a bit to feel your warmth above his cock. You felt his bulge poking through his boxers. Your fingers lifted the straps off your shoulders and your gown puddled your hips. His sharp eyes glowered as he stared at your big nipples. Always hard and suck-able. They felt cold in the air since the heater had been off for a few minutes. His fingers slithered up to your back, encouraging you to lean forward. “Mm.” You rubbed them across his chest slowly, making your pussy flutter. “Hmph.” He huffed as he watched your task, getting goosebumps every time your nipples brushed his own. “Mm.” You hummed softly as your soft lips wrapped around his and kissed him.

Slow and soft kisses echoed in the air in the dim winter morning. The skies were getting a bit brighter, piercing through the curtains as the two of you wallowed in each other’s warmth. His head was gently pressed in the pillow as he matched your languid pace. The bustling winds whistled through the sky - ringing yours and his ears while both lips smacked against each other softly. He hooked his fingers to the back of your thighs and pulled them up more to relish your sweet warmth. “M-mm.” You shivered when his calloused hands began stroking the back of your legs, steadily. “U-unh~” you shivered again, your pussy fluttering and your toes spreading out from the prickly sensations. Your trembling lips enveloped his again as he did, your pussy sadly clenching on nothing before he kneaded them.

His warm exhales flared through his nose, brushing your face while you kissed him softly. “Mm…!” You quivered, furrowing your brows as you focused on his soft fingers treading up to your soft round ass cheeks dangerously slow. “Mmm~” his fingers strokes the curves of your ass as he enveloped your trembling lips effortlessly. “Ha…ha…” you broke the kiss, gasping softly from tender touches. You threw your head back, shivering every time he teased you by prods your wet entrance almost playfully before switching to grabbing both cheeks just to stir you up more. “A-ah~” his fingertips brushed your folds, quickly switching between grabbing your ass gently and stroking your pussy teasingly - back to back.

So wet…he thought, feeling your oozing warmth cover his fingers every time he lightly thrummed your flesh.

Just one more swipe and you knew you were going to cum…

However…

His warm calloused hands slid up to your waist and pulled you down to his hips. “Ugh…” you shivered when you felt you his girth get sandwiched between your plump pussy. the sheets shifted around you as you were getting comfortable in this position. His firm grip resting on your hips as you seated yourself more properly on it, resulting in making your clit throb against the hidden warm source. “Good girl.” He muttered and slid his feet up, grounding himself to feel more of your sweet warmth. “M-mrrm~” you purred when he began rolling his hips up to your heat slowly. “Unh~” you sighed softly, gently bucking your ass down to his girth in the same rhythm. “Mmmm~”A low throaty moan from him made your pulsate. “Such a warm pussy, baby.” He whispered gravelly while he thrusted lazily. Your cheeks started to feel hotter as his praises came out like growls, sending you butterflies in your stomach. “Unh~” you breathed out, humping it steadily each time he rolled his hips up. “That’s it..”His crafty fingers slid up your waist to cup your soft tits. He looked down at his task, the murky room helping him see your puffy pussy lodging his cock.

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5 AM

“Ahhh…” he sighed, followed by a low hiss.

*smack* he slapped your ass gently.

“Uuugh…” he pushed his head back into the pillow as his body bounced from the bed steadily.

The cold winter winds whistled all around the house while The bed springs squeaked steadily from his meek thrusts - poking your needy pussy. “Fffuck…” he whispered venomously, eyeing your pussy as he listened the filthy squelching sounds coming from in between your legs. “Mmm…” The sounds of his satisfying hums mixed with the steady squeaky surface filled your ears.

*Creak*

*Creak*

*Creak*

“Ah~” Your plump tits were bouncing in his peripheral. “Unh~” you sighed softly, pulsating as his warm, hidden cock rutted up to your wet pussy.

“Mm~.” You arched your back deeply from a particular thrust and leaned down slowly to kiss him. Your lips smacked against his lovingly, ringing in the dim lit room as he humped you gently. “M-mm~.” The smooches were so clear as he anchored you in his calloused hands, warm and firm while your body was jiggling to his gentle thrusts. Eventually, you leaned back. Your cheeks were starting to feel hot as you listened to your sloppy arousal slapping on his underwear, making you feel more putty in your legs. “Mm~” your trembling lips pulled in, pulsating from the feathery sensations. You couldn’t see it but grimmjow stared hard at the thick strings of your arousal slobbering the fabric, soaking his aching cock every time you met his thrusts. It felt so lewd when you smothered your throbbing pussy on your own mess.

The two of you were on cloud nine.

“U-uh~” your eyes didn’t miss it when his hand shift in between your legs and quickly pull his cock out. He wrapped his fingers around the thick length and rested it against your warm puffy pussy. “Rub on it.” He muttered half sternly, feeling how warm your flesh felt against the aching head.

Slowly, you began to circling your hips, spreading your plush petals out as the tip seamlessly founded its way in between your puffy folds. “Unh~” your hips twirled around the tip lightly, smothering it with your glistening prurience. “That’s it…” He whispered and sighed, looking up at you as his hands slid back up to your waist. “Ahh…” his eyes rolled back several times as you did. He looked half drunk. “Yeah…” his chest heaved from your sweet warmth. “Ugh..” A warm knot was beginning to form in his stomach. “A-ah…” you shivered at another gratifying moan, circling your pussy around the head as his fingers gripped your hips deeply. “So fucking warm.” He gritted his teeth, revealing his sharp canines. “Mm~” he emphasized when he started rolling his hips up languidly. “Unh~”. A soft sigh left your trembling lips as the tip bumped your pulsating clit. It felt so warm and wet against your slit. Ultimately making you clench on nothing, painfully.

His whispers of sweet nothings filled the air as the cold winter winds around the neighborhood.

“So…” he glared at you, he grounded his hips for more of that sweet sweet friction. Your dainty fingers suddenly gripped the sheet on either side of his head as you humped it greedily, making your pussy clench excitedly. “yeah…like that…rub it on my cock.” his mouth widened slightly, pressing his digits into your skin as it had gotten too good. “Ugh…ssss.”He pushed his feet in and breathed out heavily, feeling you slobber the tip thickly as his body bounced slightly on the bed. “Yeah…YEAH! ” he growled half loudly, grounding his hips in the bed from the perfect amount of frictions. The glazing tip felt like a sloppy lollipop. “Mmm~” He licked his lips and rubbed the tip against your entrance greedily, earning a whimper from you. “You want this, baby?” He whispered hotly, grinning heinously. You nodded shyly and listened to his drawled sigh as you slowly sunk on his thick length. “Hehe…” he watched his cock disappear. “ So warm all around me, baby.” His abs pushed in deeply from how tight you feel. Soon after, his sharp blue eyes flickered up to yours violently and he started slamming his hips up feverishly. “U-ugh!” You cried out messily, gripping the sheets for balance.

The rough skins slapping rang rapidly in the air as the bed creaked beneath him. “Unh! U-ugh!” You gasped, trying hard not to be loud at his pace as you held on for dear life. Your low choked up cries and messy breathing encouraged him to go faster. “G-grim..!” His fingers were deep in your skin. You were a complete jiggling mess. “M-mm-mm!” You moaned messily as the mattress squeaked incessantly. He shoved his cock in just the way you like it. Greedy. You felt so warm in between your legs; you didn’t realize you were leaking so much of your arousal onto him as he rutted into your sobbing cunt - Drizzling down his sack.

He felt so so good.

The wet sloppy become sounds clear. “Ugh..!” He groaned shakily, relishing the perfect frictions as his thighs slapped against the back of yours - wet and hard.

“Ssss...ahhhhh…” he sighed hotly in the murky room, heeding your sloppy pussy as he thrusted roughly. “Ah-ahhh~” you sighed shakily, your pussy feeling stretched and filled so well rapidly.

“That’s it …take it.” He panted in a whisper as he anchored you by your hips.

Yours and his silhouettes blended in the early morning darkness; the early signs of morning peaking through the curtains. If he goes on like this for another two minutes, you were going to cum. A messy one.

Suddenly, he stopped. Your glassy eyes looked at him, slightly pouting. You whined lowly.

“Grim-“

“Get on your knees.” He interrupted.

The sheets shifted under yours and his feet. Your gown met the floor along with his boxers. Your breasts met the warm sheets thanks to his body heat. You stared down at the messy sheets, your arms standing like pillars as the male shifted behind you. His calloused fingers slid down your hips and pulled you back slightly. “Unh~” your head lifted up when he started rubbing the tip up and down in between your folds. “U-Unh~” you shivered, spreading your knees out a bit more, digging them into the bed from the sensations. “Ugh…” he groaned, relishing the way the tip was grazing your warm entrance. You were clenching for him to fill you up already. “Unh…” he sighed, throwing his head back as he slowly pushed into you. Your fingers curled into the blanket from the familiar stretch, giving you butterflies in your tummy. “Mmm~” he hummed and started bucking his hips slowly.

He rocked his hips slowly, weakening your legs in seconds.

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*Clap..clap…clap..!*

His hips slapped against your ass steadily. “Unh~” Your quivering form felt so putty as he bucked his hips against you your ass, forming a coiling knot in your tummy. “M-mm~” You reveled in his firm hands gripping your hips pulling you back. “Ahhh…fuck.” You shivered at his breathless moans, making you wetter. “Ahhh…ssss...” His head fell back from the sweet friction.

Your mind was hazy, bobbing messily to his controlled thrusts “Unh~” you pussy pulsated his thrusts, constantly poking your g-spot without fail. “Mm.” You managed to look back at his pelvis, deep lines complimenting his rutting hips. “Ah~” you arched your back and threw your ass back at him expertly. “Ah~” you sighed softly again, savoring the veins around his thick shaft stroking deeply into your gummy walls - every. single. time. “Hehehe…” he looked down, watching your jiggling ass slapping against his hips tenderly.“That’s it throw it back to me..nice and slow baby.” He whispered following a moan as he shoved it in with some force every time you did.

*smack!*

“Unh~” your walls trembled from the contact, earning a shaky groan from the blue haired male. Your cheeks grew hotter hearing those breathless moans. “Mmm~” he hummed, looking down and smirking, reluctantly stopping his hips. He pressed his hand down to your back, making your tits touch the soft sheets. “Mm.” You whined against the pillow when as he leaned forward, applying some of his weight onto your lower back. “There…Good.” He sneered at you like you were in bitch in heat. Respectfully.

Your soft pants filled his mind, anticipating his next move as he slowly thrusted in and out of your core. Before you knew it, he began slamming into you quickly. “M-mm!” You groaned heavily, pressing the side of your face pressed into the pillow. “A-ahhh.” He sighed heavily, your fingers gripping the sheets roughly for some control. “Ssss! Agh fuck!” He whispered thickly, ramming his hips roughly against your own.

The bed shook violently as he thrusted greedily into your tight pussy.

His hot breathed brushed your glistening back as you were rocking in the bed messily. “U-Unh!” Your quivering breaths came out messily as you savored his deep controlled thrusts stroking you so well. “Unh~!” He pressed his hand down more on your back, pushing your aching knees into the bed deeply for a much deeper arch. “Ugh!” He couldn’t help it - your pussy felt so fucking good.

Tight, warm and quivering. Just how he likes it.

“Ahh. Fuck.” He breathed out heavily, watching his bucking hips with full attention. “Mmm~” he hummed, quickly switching to resting his hands on either side of your head like pillars.

*Clap!clap!Clap! Clap!* He increased his pace.

“Ahhhhh~” You were a quivering mess below him, sighing so gratifyingly against the pillow whilst drooling. “Oh gri-m-myy~” your back and knees were aching painfully but it quickly subsided everytime he slid it back inside, clouding your thoughts. “Ahhhh~” you let out another pleasing sigh as your head bobbed on the pillow rapidly. “Heh.” He smirked heinously at your mouth wide open, your drawled sighs filling his mind, encouraging him to go harder. “U-ugh!” Your brows deepened, your mouth widening on his pillow when you started to feel sharp prickles in your pussy. “Unh! Mm!” a violent shiver shocked your body, resulting in your pussy to convulse erratically.

He grinned, lowering his chest on your back. “Thaaats it, baby.” He whispered in your ear. A-aghh…” you groaned weakly as you squirted your fluids while he thrusted. “Unh Yeah…”He closed his eyes, reveling in your sweet orgasm putting a vice grip around his cock. “Ahh…”He almost felt light as a feather from your tight grip, squirting while he still thrusted roughly into you. “Ahhh…ssss.” He moaned close to your ear as he kept going, poking your g-spot. “M-mm..!” You twitched and squirted on the sheets again.

The wet skins slapping were distinct, mixed with the bed creaking beneath your form. He leaned back, quietly staring at your jiggling ass as he starts to slow down a bit.

The steady slapping sounds were testing his patience while you called out for weakly. He wanted to be rougher with you…much longer like he usually does, which the two of you normally prefer, but he was only being mindful of his…surroundings.

He leaned on your back again, switching to rolling his hips down dangerously slow. “Oh god~grim~” a warm knot formed in your tummy. “Agh~” He knows you so well. He knows how body surrenders to him. “Mmm~” he hummed lowly, resting his lips on your temple while he rolls his hips down slowly, slapping your ass gently. “O-oh.” You croaked, gasping lovingly at each long stroke. The shape of his curved cock just sliding in and out your sobbing flesh at a good angle, your weak hips lifted up to follow his lazy strokes. “Hmph. That’s it.” He clicked his tongue lightly next to your ear, sliding his hands down to your waist as hips moved like waves. “Mm.” His lips met yours, gently smacking as he pulled your ass back to his length steadily and thrusted long and deeply. “Ah~” Your neck was aching as he kissed you, whilst fucking you lazily. “M-mmm~” his hand slid down to rubbed your clit, clenching him as a reward.

“Mm~. “ Thick passionate kisses rang between you two. “Hmph.” He quickly broke the kiss, stretching his and your saliva out and quickly started slapping his hips down your ass. Your face scrunched up in satisfaction. “Oh fuck..!” You gasped, the bed squeaking to his thrusts. He stared down at you as he fucked you feverishly, gripping the sheets on either side of your head. “Agh! Shit.” He spat out thickly and gripped your thighs for control. “G-grim~!” You gripped the pillow roughly for dear life when he thrusted feverishly. Your sore pussy craved more of his greedy cock. “Ah fuck yeah.” He breathed out, bucking roughly into your warmth.

“A-ahhhh….”

“O-ooo yeah~”

“Grim~!”

Your quivering sighs of relief filled the air as he pounded in you unashamedly. The sheets were soaked with your fluids as more and more rushed out. “U-ugh…sss..ugh…

!” he groaned, heeding the thick wet sounds of your pussy as he reaches his high. “Ha…ha..ha!” His mouth widens, gasping heavily when he’s about to cum. “Uh! Uuuugh” he pressed his hips to your ass, shooting his cum inside of you. “Unh~!” You shivered, your hole fluttering from the sensation as he paints your walls white.

“Shit.” He panted heavily, sliding out of your creamy pussy. “U-ugh.” He watched as he slid back in and shivered. “Mm.” Your arm reach to his glistening abs as he cools down, caressing it. “Mm~” you hummed again gently rocking to his lazy thrusts. “Fuck.” He muttered, watching you fondle his and as he did, making you giggle softly. “You okay baby?” You smiled weakly at him, his sharp eyes meeting yours.

“Oi. Ask me that one more time and you won’t be able to walk for the next few days.” He threatened but there was no sting behind it. “Okay~” You giggled at his retort and fell on your back weakly. His eyes glowered in response.

“Wha-!”

He quickly pulled you down to his hips close and caged you in with his arms on either side of your head, only seeing him. " I mean it." his brows furrowed in annoyance. “And I love you too” you smiled, cupping his cheek. “Tch.” He leaned down and kissed you.

Your silhouettes were clear as day as the morning winter sky light pierced the curtains.

“Unh~” he rubbed you slit while you circled your hips. “Fuck.” you cupped his face, humping the digit steadily. “U-ugh..!” You cried out, squirting on his fingers, earning a chuckle from him. “Unh~mmm~” Your lips gently smacked his own, circling your hips again for more. “H-ha..!” You quickly broke the soft kiss and breathed out heavily, feeling a rush of relief coming fast. “O-o-oh!” You were pulsating uncontrollably as he fondled your clit. “Unh!” You rocked your hips side to side and all around until you cummed, grabbing his wrist to stop. “Ah…gri-“

Beep beep! beep beep! Beep beep!

Your alarm started going off. “Tch. Stupid fucking Clock.” He reached out to your side of the bed to turn it off. “Oh.” You blinked, blushing as you watched him.

It was 7am and you had to get your son, Aoi, ready for school.

“Mm.” You got up but your sore muscles said otherwise.

“I’ll take care of it. Go to sleep.” He mumbled, kissing your forehead.

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7:45 AM

“Alright, go say bye to your mom.” He told the tiny blue haired boy after he zipped up his winter puffer jacket. The energetic toddler ran down the hallway to your shared bedroom. On his tippy toes, he turned the knob and opened the door. There, he saw you lying in bed. His scurried footsteps peaked your ears, waking you up and then meeting him at the side of your bed. “Hi mommy ~ Bye mommy~teehee” He whispered and leaned over to plant a light kiss on your forehead. You smiled and rested on your elbow to adjust his jacket collar. “Bye cutie pie~ Have fun in school today, ok?” He nodded and you kissed his forehead shortly after.

“Alright let’s go, Kid.” A little growl came from the tall male standing impatiently in the doorway. “Is mommy also gonna pick me up from school today?” He walked to his father, his round eyes looking at him innocently.

“No.” His eyes flickered up to you. “She won’t be able to, kid.” His lips formed a devious smirk. “There’s something I gotta do when I come back…a bit more rougher this time.”

“Grim!”

He slammed the bedroom door shut.

End.

Shinji being the source that keeps us all going

Atlas and the Hesperides by John Singer Sargent (1921)

Aizen a brat yeah

why was every interaction between aizen and shunsui in tybw so sexually charged? like guys now is NOT the time

Missing tis little goober 🥰

Art Credits: @hail_stan on X

Food for Thought - Chapter 2: Smells like Aperol Spritz

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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

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

Read this chapter on AO3 here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ok, that wasn’t so bad! You realized.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded your head, unsure of what to say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do what?” He smiled.

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

“And?”

“Why?”

“Why not?” He laughed.

“I – we’re not dating”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded your head.

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

Locking your door, you slumped.

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

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