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aestheticanimosity · 8 months

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VR event (Japanese ver):

Verse 1: 「未来ノハロウィンを体験シニ行きまショウ！」そんな言葉と共に見知らぬ国に連行されてきたアリス・スノウ・ドロシー・アラジンにハーメルン。しかし彼らの目の前に飛び込んできたのは廃墟の如く荒れ果てたボロボロの街並みだった。「なんと醜い国でしょうか」「アレ？おかしいデスネ……」どうせまたガセネタでも掴まされたのだろうと、５人は帰ろうとしたが―― 「……これはなんだ？」ズラリと並んだヘルメットらしきものが気になり、装着してみることにした。

Alice: な、なんだこれは！？

Snow White: 突然景色が変わった！？

Dorothy: ああ、これはヘッドギアですね

Dorothy: 頭に装着すると映像が流れる代物です

Hamelin: なんと煌びやかな……！

Aladdin: 随分と面白い装置があるものだね

ヘッドギアを装着した途端、景色がカラフルに変わった。左側には巨大な滝が流れ落ち右側では煌びやかなショーが上映され並ぶ建物はどれも目映く、華やかだ。そのどれもが、本当に目の前に存在しているようにしか見えない。その上、気づけば５人の服装はハロウィンの仮装に変わっていた。「これは凄い！もしかして、これは仮想現実ってやつですか！」「コレはメタバースハロウィンデス！」「30年先ノ未来デスネ！！」はしゃぐ人形達とドロシーを筆頭に、一同は新たな世界に魅せられた。

Verse 2 現実では外を出歩く人などほとんど見当たらなかったが、メタバースと呼ばれるこの世界ではたくさんの人が出歩いている。彼らはあちらこちらで騒ぎ、誰彼ともなく挨拶を交わしていた。「潤滑なコミュニケーションによりあらゆるパフォーマンスの向上が見込めそうな世界だね」「決めまシタ！ココを第二ノライブラリとシ、今年ノハロウィンイベントはココで開催シマス！」「わざわざこんな騒がしい場所で？」嫌そうに辺りを見回したアリス。そこへ何かが襲いかかってきた。

Nightmare: Trick or Treat！ Snow: なんだこいつらは？ Nightmare: オ菓子ヲクレナキャ悪戯シチャウゾ！ Alice: ぞろぞろ湧いて出てくる…… Nightmare: Happy Halloween！ Hamelin: 鬱陶しいですね Hamelin: ひとまず全て追い払ってしまいましょう

襲いかかってくるお化けらしきモノ達を倒すと、５人の手元にはコインがジャラジャラと降り積もった。「なんだこれは？」「これは恐らく、このメタバース内で取引されている仮想通貨だろうね。 ……ビジネスの匂いがするな」「仮想通貨……？」いち早く理解を示したのは、アラジンとこの手のことには目がない人形達だ。「ツマリ敵を倒シテ仮想通貨ヲ稼ぎ、ソレで生活ヲするのデスネ！！」「30年後ハ通貨も全テデータに置キ換えられてイルようデス！」「何を言っているのかわからない……」

Verse 3: 困惑気味の面々に人形達が説明する。「メタバースとはネット上ニ存在スル仮想空間ノことデス」「現実とリンクした生活ヲ送ッタり他者ト交流スルことガできマス」「メタバース内デ生活シテいく上デ欠かせナイのが仮想通貨なのデス」「手っ取り早イのは体感スルことデス。手始メにアリスの生写真ヲ撮り NFTに紐付ケテ売り出しまショウ」「NFT？更にわけがわからない……」「アリスさん、脚を交差したほうが美しいポーズになりますよ」ハーメルンの助言により、アリスの写真は非常に美しく仕上がった。

Parrah: ソレでは写真ヲ販売しまショウ！ Alice: ただの写真が売れるのか……？ Nightmare: うわあああ！美少女の生写真！！ Nightmare: これは価値が高い！欲しい！ Nightmare: 俺に売ってくれ！いくらだ！？ Dorothy: おや、人が集まってきましたよ Nightmare: 俺が落札したい！金をかき集めるぞ！ Nightmare: 僕は5千SINoCOINで落札する！！ Snow: お、落ち着くんだ！

アリスの生写真は 1万SINoCOINで売れた。これは現実世界で約1億円の価値となる。この国ではメタバースこそが生活の全てなため、途方もない金額がやり取りされているのだ。「いくらなんでも高額すぎる……」「イイエ、コレが未来なのデス！」「オ金儲けノチャンスですヨ。全員ノ写真ヲ撮リまくりまショウ！」こうして、急きょ撮影会が始まった。ドロシー・ハーメルン・アラジンはノリノリで、アリスとスノウは渋々と、様々なポーズを取らされる。「デハ生写真の宣伝も兼ネテ、被写体自ら人々ト交流スルのデス！」

Verse 4: ようやく撮影会から解放されたので、アリス・スノウ・ドロシーの３人はストリートを歩いてみることにした。「そちらは召喚獣ショップで、あちらは黒魔法屋ですって！」「怪しい店に入ろうとしないで」「どれも興味深いじゃないですか！」「それなら、あそこはどうだ。服を売っている店のようだぞ」はしゃぐドロシーを抑えるため、とりあえず害のなさそうな衣服店に入ることとなった３人。そこでは、普段なら到底見ることのないような様々な服やアクセサリーが販売されていた。

Dorothy: 試着はどれだけしてもタダのようですよ Dorothy: 試しにあれこれ着てみましょう！ Snow: これは…… 妖精の服とあるが…… Snow: ！？すごい、羽が生えたぞ……！ Dorothy: 似合っていますよスノウさん！ Alice: 兎の被り物がこんなにある…… Alice: ……全部欲しい Dorothy: これはハマるわけですねぇ

試着ボタンを押すだけですぐに衣服が反映され手軽に着替えられる快適さを、３人は驚きながらも楽しむ。「何か欲しくなる……」「これだけ試したらそうなりますよね」「しかし、所持金が足りないな」人形達から小遣いはもらっていたものの、服を買うにはまったく足りない。相談の上、３人はアクセサリーを買うことにした。すると―― 「あの美少女達が買っただと！？」購入したものが一瞬で拡散され、アクセサリーが飛ぶように売れていく。店主は売上が跳ね上がった礼にと、ライブのチケットをくれた。

Verse 5 一方その頃、アラジンとハーメルンは美術館を訪れていた。館内には様々な地域、言語、世界観の美術品が展示されており、メタバースならではの演出がふんだんに取り込まれた作品ばかり。「ここまで多様な美を一度に目にすることができるとは……素晴らしい！」「おや、こっちは若手アーティストが自由に出展できるスペースのようだ。どこまで続いているのだろうね」館内は建物の外観からは想像できないほど広く、見る物が尽きない。メタバースで様々な制約が取り払われていると知り、２人は夢中になった。

Aladdin: メタバースには無限の可能性を感じるよ Hamelin: 新たな表現が次々に生まれるでしょうし Hamelin: 今までとは違う評価軸も出てくるでしょうね Aladdin: それに新しいインスピレーションは Aladdin: イノベーションを起こすきっかけになる Aladdin: ここでは表現や価値が流動的になるだろう Hamelin: であればメタバースにおける美と価値は――

アラジンとハーメルンの会話はとめどなく続く。気づけば２人は、人々で溢れかえる大きなドームの前に来ていた。聞けば、ここでこの世界の一大イベント、メタバースライブが開催されるという。「この世界は新体験で満ちているね。どうせなら余すことなく体感してみようじゃないか！」「私の想像を超えた新たな美しさとの出会いが期待できそうです」興味を示した２人のもとに、ちょうど衣服店でチケットを譲り受けたアリス達が合流する。こうして５人はライブ会場に入った。

Verse 6 ドーム内で５人を迎えたのは星が煌めく無重力空間だった。ステージが宙を自在に飛び回り、ライブに参加する人々もまたふわふわと漂っている。彼らは国中の様々な場所からアクセスしているようで、参加人数はとても数え切れない。あまりの熱気に驚きながらも、アリス達はアナウンスに従って自らのデバイスを操作した。すると自動的にサイリウムが現れる。やがて始まったライブでは、サイリウムを使った全員参加型の企画が始まった。

Alice: このサイリウムでお化けを倒す……？ Snow: なるほど！こいつらを倒すと Snow: ライブの演出が変わるのか！ Hamelin: 徐々に豪華になっていきますね Dorothy: どんな技術を使って Dorothy: この演出を実現しているんでしょう？ Aladdin: なんにせよ、この一体感は Aladdin: メタバースならではだね Alice: もっと豪華な演出が見たくなる……！

「ここは素晴らしいですが……」メタバースの魅力を理解しながらも、ドロシーだけが不思議そうにする。「現実世界との関係性が気になります」この世界に希望を持つのはどんな人間なのか。何故、国中の人間が『この世界が生活の全て』だと思えているのか。現実に戻りたいと思うことはないのか。「ちょっとすみません。皆さんは現実で一体どんな暮らしをしてたんですか？教えてください！」ドロシーの問いに、住人達は揃って顔を顰めた。

Verse 7: 住人達は頭を掻き毟り、涎を撒き散らしながら吠え立てる。そのあまりの異様さに、スノウがとっさにドロシーの手を引いた。「逃げるぞ！」住人達の怒声を背に、５人は走る。彼らの声は徐々に膨れ上がり、どこまでも追ってくるようだ。「ア！ココにいまシタカ！」路地裏に逃げ込んだところで、慌てふためいた人形達と合流した。「街ノ人達に現実世界ノ話をシタラ急に怒り出シテ訳が分かりまセン」「何？お前達もか？」一同は顔を見合わせた。

Nightmare: お、お前……！ Nightmare: 何故そんなことを聞くんだ！？ Nightmare: 現実のことなんて思い出させるな！ Dorothy: あれ？もしかして Dorothy: 聞いちゃマズい内容でしたか？ Nightmare: 黙れ黙れェ！！ Nightmare: 二度とその話をするなあッ！！！！ Nightmare: アア……ア…… アアア……！ Snow: 今度はなんだ！？ Hamelin: 醜い姿ですね…… まるでゾンビです Nightmare: モウ、エナドリハ…… 飲メナイヨ…… Nightmare: デモ……コノ楽園ヲ維持シナイト…… Nightmare: ……居場所ガナインダ…… Aladdin: 楽園の維持？ Alice: この人達は、この世界の運営者……？ Dorothy: ハッキング終了！ようやく分かりました

ここの住人達は、何かを隠している。そう判断した一行は、状況把握のためこの世界を調査することにした。ドロシーがシステムのハッキングを試みるが――すぐに人々の怒声が聞こえてきて、中断を余儀なくされる。「皆さん、もっと奥に逃げますよ！」「何故彼らはあんなにも執拗に追ってくるんだ？」「コンテクストが気になるところだね」疑問を感じつつも５人と２体は声を潜めながら走り、路地の奥深くへと身を隠した。そうしてようやく追っ手の気配は遠のいたが、代わりに現れたのは――

Verse 8 「どうやらここは、若者達が現実から目を背けるために作られたようです」低収入、高税金、老害の圧力―― 若者達は辛い現実から逃げるためにメタバースへと身を投じた。だが、苦しみを誤魔化せたのは一時的で現実世界の環境が悪いことにより、満足な創作活動はできなくなっていった。メタバース内で創られるものの質が悪化するのを防ぐため、彼らは24時間栄養ドリンク漬けの日々を送り―― やがて、心身共に限界を迎えた。この世界でも思うように体を動かすことが出来なくなり、理想の姿を保つことも出来ず、ゾンビに成り果てたのだ。。

Aladdin: ビジネスにはコストが必要だけど Aladdin: この世界は少々やり過ぎたみたいだね Alice: ��んなに華やかな世界なのに Alice: こんな裏側が隠されていたなんて…… Nightmare: 高税金……ウウ、老々介護……！！ Snow: なんて深い嘆きだ……！

「このゾンビが、若者達のなれの果てだと言うのか……？」華やかなメタバースを作り上げた彼らが、この楽園には到底相応しくない姿で呻き、苦しんでいる。その醜悪さに、一同は息を呑む。「見たのか……そいつらを……！」いつの間にか背後に追っ手が迫っていた。彼らはアリス達の側にいるゾンビ達を見て、悲鳴と共に身をよじる。「あああ……思い出させルナ！！」「俺達もすぐにソウナルンダ……！」続々とゾンビと化し始めた住人達が、涙を流しながら襲い来る。アリス達は応戦するしかなかった。

Verse 9 増えるゾンビ達に追い立てられるようにして、一同は街の中心地に戻ってきた。だがそこにも、ゾンビが溢れ返っている。「ライブ楽シカッタ……モットヤリタイ ……騒イデ全テヲ忘レタイ……」栄養ドリンクの瓶を両手に持ち、呻くゾンビ。それがメタバースライブの出演者の１人であることに一同は気づく。「ヒヒ……美少女ガ買ッテイッタアクセサリー、マダマダアルヨォ！」「あれは……衣服店の店主か？」「コレヲ飲ンデイレバ好キナダケ美術館ニ納品デキル……ヒヒヒッ」「あそこでエナドリをがぶ飲みしているのは若手アーティストかな」

Nightmare: 邪魔ヲスルナァ！老人共メ！！ Nightmare: コレ以上俺達ヲ苦シメルナ！ Dorothy: まったく話が通じませんよ！ Dorothy: もう離脱するしかありません！ Hamelin: 美しい所でしたが仕方ありませんね Nightmare: オオオオオ！！ Alice: くっ……

Verse 10 アリス達が楽しんだ華やかなメタバースは、もう見る影もなかった。地面には無数の栄養ドリンクの瓶が転がり、人々は過労で正気を失っていく。「ドウシテ俺達ガコンナニ辛イ思イヲシナケレバナラナインダ！？」「現実ナンテクソ食ラエ！」「！？何をしているの……？」メタバースと現実の区別すらつかなくなった住人達が、現実の不満をぶつけるように、あちこちを破壊し始める。「やめろ！ここはお前達の理想郷ではなかったのか！？」止めようとする一行を、彼らは敵と見なした。

壊れゆくメタバースの世界を止められず、一同は元の寂れた通りに戻ってきた。メタバース世界の崩壊と同時に、現実の国もまた崩壊を始めたのだろうか。ボロボロだった建物は完全に崩れ、人の気配はまったく無い。動かなくなったヘッドギアを捨て、アリス達はライブラリへと戻った。なんとも言えない気持ちを抱いている彼らに、人形達が声をかける。「イヤハヤ、お疲れ様デシタ！」「華やかさノ裏ニハ闇がアル。ソシャゲも一緒デス！学べまシタネ」「お前達はもっと人の気持ちを考えろ」八つ当たり気味に、人形達は殴られた。

#event #alahame is so real #they may as well of called it a date #ahem anyway

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dadsbongos · 6 months

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my type?

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summary - Yuuji Itadori is a total knockout boyfriend - the only hitch? You’re nothing like his usual type of woman, and it’s making you unsure.

warnings - 18+!, femreader with jugs and vagene, p in v sex, unrealistic car sex, specifically stated that reader is non-tall with big tits, dumbification for both parties, squirting, non-curse AU where sukuna and yuuji are brother-roommates, unprotected sex

Itadori, Yuuji was an amazing boyfriend - something straight out of a top-selling shoujo manga.

Faithful and doting and affectionate. He handed over his hoodies the moment you mentioned an unpleasant breeze, he proudly held your hand in public, and he boasted about the very act of dating you to anyone with ears. But even those displays felt backhanded, the deeper you dug into your own mind. You had no real reason to complain about the situation.

And you especially had no reason when the cause behind your complaints would be so shallow.

You had an ass in the same way that everybody else did, but nothing comparable to the pin-up poster Yuuji tore down when you two started dating. Or his celebrity fascination, Jennifer Lawrence (which also mysteriously stopped being mentioned when you two started dating).

Rather, your body was much more endowed in ways that made Nobara tease as you passed lingerie stores with hot pink lighting and black walls and heavy busts plastered in the windows. She’d snag you by the sleeve and point, just to watch how you scoff and look away.

Yuuji pointedly ignores those stores. He ignores everything in relation to them.

You’d picked this shirt just for tonight. It dips low into your cleavage, just tight enough to still push up the tender meat of your breasts. Not to mention the color - deep crimson, Yuuji’s favorite. Well, at least the closest you’ll ever get to a favorite color with his indecisive nature.

Yuuji sits across from you at the scratched table. When his eyes aren’t scavenging the conveyor belt for small, shiny, colored plates serving anything that may catch his eye, they’re on your face. And only your face.

Normally something you’d absolutely cheer over - if this were a first date, but the fact is that this is one of many dates. And after so many dates that you can’t count anymore, you’re starting to want Yuuji’s eyes to drift.

You want him to look and you want to watch him sweat and go red. You’re starting to need it.

The need only grows more apparent mere days later.

Yuuji keeps his hands stubbornly on your hips, barely making an imprint from outside your clothes. But you choose not to make a fuss since he’s otherwise fully engrossed with keeping his lips pasted to yours. Your hands are sweaty and hot on Yuuji’s cheeks, you just know they are, but he doesn’t seem to mind when he lets you hold him close and grind on him.

Yet his palms are stiff against you. They don’t feel warm or cold or clammy or moist. They just… are. He chokes back every groan and huff and you almost feel embarrassed to be letting out hitches and breathy moans so freely in comparison.

Puffing your chest out, you can feel your breasts pillowing against Yuuji and you’re hoping to tempt him to move his hands up. Under your shirt and bra with bare skin on bare skin. The idea makes you mewl, dragging your hips harder against his and further pushing out your tits for him to grope.

And suddenly, his stiff hands are picking you up off his lap, sliding you beside him on your couch. Yuuji grins, standing and swiping his hands down the legs of his sweatpants before planting a kiss on your forehead, “Sorry, gotta pee.”

“Oversharing!” you call after his retreating form.

When Yuuji returns, he sits down and rewinds the movie you two had put on earlier. He frowns and murmurs about how much the both of you missed. When you don’t turn back to the TV immediately, Yuuji smiles again and kisses your cheek.

Your gut twists unpleasantly.

And that need festers into utter desperation by just the next afternoon.

“Hey, Yuuji,” you come up from behind your boyfriend, arms dangling over the back of his couch and framing his shoulders. You place your chin on his head, staring at the intense cooking competition he’s watching, “So, I know I just got here… but! I’ve got a small, teensy errand to run.”

“Mhm?” he tilts his head back to meet your eyes, “Want me to go with you?”

His offer has you nodding, trying to smother down the bright simper he threatens to drag out of you, “Yeah, if you’re not busy.”

Sucking in air noisily through his teeth, Yuuji gestures out to the show he lazes in front of, “I dunno, babe, I am watching TV.”

“Very funny,” you back away from his couch, already heading to the door to tug your shoes on, “Just saying, you don’t have to come with if you don’t want to,” Yuuji always wants to come with, you like that about him, “Just getting some new bras.”

Your current ones are fine, but maybe a stuffy changing room is that nudge he needs.

“Oh,” your boyfriend pauses, eyes widening, “Uh. You might want to take Kugisaki for that, she’d know more than me,” he can’t even look at you, “I’m not really the kinda person you’d want around for that.”

You almost ask what he means by that, but the rejection has fried your brain to a gray, crunchy crisp. The kind of fry that looks like it could flake apart with a harsh jab. Again, that terrible, awful knotting in your stomach returns, but you carry on. Because if you claimed to no longer need this errand ran, then he might know what your scheme was - and that was far worse than whatever this hell was.

So you nod slowly and meekly call out that you love him before exiting the door. He says he loves you more.

You really wish you asked what he meant.

Finally, desperation comes to a head when you meet Yuuji’s friend - Todo, Aoi.

Todo, Aoi, who stares at you - eyes narrow as he judges each wrinkle in your clothes and jitter of your muscles - then turns to Yuuji, and asks point-blank, “Did you lie about your type, then, brother?”

Yuuji rips the hand in his pocket out and cuts it across his neck in a slicing motion, mouthing a couple of rude ‘shut up’s. You lean into Yuuji’s side, squeezing the hand he lays in yours tighter. It isn’t sweaty. And it isn’t very warm, either.

Aoi doesn’t seem very upset at the idea, “I’m happy you’re happy,” you look down at your shoes when he glances back over at you, “I was excited when I thought we had the same type.”

No, you weren’t very tall. And no, your butt wasn’t exceptionally big. You fell on the more mediocre sides of those categories, the thing you excelled in (what you thought most guys were thrilled over) was having a large bust.

“Dude!” Yuuji hits Aoi in the shoulder. Hard, “Shut up!”

He squeezes your hand so tight you think it might bruise.

“Sorry, brother,” Aoi, you were warned, was extremely unusual - little to no boundaries and almost inept at social interactions outside of fighting. He does seem sympathetic enough, turning to you, “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

It’s all so sickening. How you wish Yuuji would hurry up and show interest in shallow things. How you place personal esteem on this whole fiasco. How right Aoi is. How badly you’re letting everything affect you.

The ringing in your ears, for example. The way you no longer think you can stomach whatever Aoi was cooking tonight. The shortness of your breath.

You try to push it down. Tonight is supposed to be fun.

Yuuji shoves his friend, much more lightheartedly than his previous blow, and goes to kiss your forehead - but hesitates. His smile is uneven, “Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” he squeezes your hand, “I love you,” then, apologetically, he smooths his thumb over the sore spots where he clenched your hand, “I love you so much.”

And you know that. You know it like you know your favorite movie.

Tonight was supposed to be fun.

He loves you, you know that - what you don’t know, is if he wants you. Doesn’t he get sweaty palms like you? Doesn’t he feel his intestines tie into bunches of little knots like you? Doesn’t he get all hot in the face like you? Doesn’t he want you like you want him?

It’s humiliating to imagine that he doesn’t, and the mere idea makes you so nauseous you think you might hurl at this very moment.

Maybe your boyfriend just doesn’t find you as attractive as you want him to.

Maybe you should give up this repetitive scheme.

The car is quiet, unbearably so. Your knees are angled away from Yuuji defiantly, legs pushed to the far side of your seat so it’d be a hassle for him to reach out and hold your thigh. You used to think it meant something when he did that, but now it seems as though he’s doing it out of duty. Like holding the door for someone behind you. Or offering your seat on the bus to elderly passengers. Simple acts of simple kindness.

The most basic peacekeeping, if anything.

Yuuji peeks at you without turning away from the road, hands tightening around the steering wheel, “Are you upset?”

You could be snippy. You could even opt to not respond.

But you do neither, “Yeah.”

He sighs through his nose, “Seriously, don’t listen to Todo. He doesn’t know anything.”

Now, you’re a little snippy. To point out that Aoi’s being stupid isn’t uncalled for, but to claim he doesn’t know exactly what stupid shit he’s saying is.

“He has a point.”

“Huh?” Yuuji turns his head fully to look at you, something he only does because the quiet backroad home is empty, “What’re you talking about?”

Only flickering, crooked, rusty street lamps are witness to your impending breakdown. Your boyfriend returns his stare to the road. Crickets sing outside and the wind flattens over long grass that shines under moonlight.

“Yuuji,” sinking into your seat, you ignore his eyes, “You can’t seriously say you have no idea,” he’s quiet, lips pressed thinly, “Since we met, practically everybody has known your type. I knew you had a type! It was a shock to our friends when we got together! And now that we are…”

Pulling off into the grassy plain lining your way home, Yuuji slips the key from the ignition and unclicks his seatbelt to really examine you. His eyes scramble over you, every part the sensitive, concerned boyfriend you know and treasure. He pouts, but it’s in earnest; hurt simply because you’re hurt.

“And now that we are?”

“Why don’t you look at me?”

“I look at you!” he rubs the back of his neck, now quirking a brow at you, “I look at you all the time.”

“No,” you whine like a petulant child, hands coming up to cover your face, “It’s different!”

Aoi’s words just won’t stop creeping up your spine. Yuuji setting you aside on the couch. Yuuji insisting that you bring Nobara to a lingerie store instead of him. He was lying to someone, right? Was it to Aoi or you?

But everybody had seen that poster, and everybody could hear him declare his preferences.

“It’s way different,” you’re so humiliated you’re nauseous, your voice wobbles.

Yuuji tenderly takes your wrists, dragging down your hands. His smile is squiggly, brows high to his forehead, “Talk to me, pretty girl. You want me to look at you?” you nod, “So tell me what you mean by that.”

You almost hate how soft his voice is. It makes it so hard to be upset.

“I’m not your type,” your eyes trail the way Yuuji’s fingers dance around yours, “And every time I try to… you know, get you to think of me as something other than just cute or pretty - you turn me down. I feel like you don’t find me attractive.”

“Oh, like sexually?”

“Mhmm,” you nod glumly. When he’s quiet for just a couple of seconds too long, you ask, “Did you know what I was trying to do?”

“Kind of,” Yuuji’s cheeks are growing red, eyes now abandoning your entwined hands to stare out the windshield, “I do find you attractive - that’s a little bit of the problem.”

“What?”

He sucks in a breath sharply, engulfing your hands completely with his and squeezing (much more mindfully this time), “I’m crazy about you,” he can tell you don’t believe him, “It scares me a little,” he pulls his hands away and cradles his own over his lap, “I’m worried that if I give in, I’ll scare you off… like I’m too eager or something.”

“Yuuji!” you adjust in your seat, moving sideways and finally letting your knees face your boyfriend again, “You wouldn’t scare me off by being eager about my body! That’s a good thing, right? When we’re both into each other, that’s good!”

“No, I mean,” he’s gone rouge all the way up to his ears now, a fire bright in his chest, “I want you so bad it makes me feel like all my skin’s burning. My hands get all gross and sweaty so I have to wipe them on my pants, and- and I can’t think straight,” he’s still not looking at you, but the way he’s pressing his arms down on his crotch tells you he wants to, “Even now, I think I’m going crazy just imagining you…”

You sit up on your knees, leaning over the center console just to watch your boy squirm at the invasion of space, “Imagining me?” he nods shakily, “Imagining me how?”

He whines, turning his head and pressing his scorching face into your neck, “You know how.”

“Come on, pretty boy,” you kneel over the console entirely, squeezing behind the wheel to settle on Yuuji’s lap - slapping away his hands from the growing tent in his baggy pants, “Entertain me, please?”

“Imagining you under me, on me, between my legs,” his hands fly to your hips, palms slipping up under your shirt, and, God, his palms are sweaty, “Any way you’ll have me,” you cup his cheeks and press messy kisses to his lips. Yuuji’s hands roam further up your shirt, fingertips teasing under the cups of your bra, “Any way I can see your tits.”

“I thought you were more into ass,” your bravado falls under his admission, suddenly bashful.

Yuuji closes his eyes, swallowing hard while pushing his hands under your bra, he can feel his heartbeat all the way at the back of his throat. His rough palms cupping the soft, fleshy fat on your chest, “As if that matters,” his brows knit, hips subconsciously jerking up into yours, “I’m a horny guy: my hot girlfriend has big boobs, and I’m obsessed with her big boobs.”

“Just ‘cuz you’re horny?” you tease, grinding down on the bump of his hard cock. His loose pants let him spring up under your skirt, knocking into your panty-clad cunt.

“Nah,” his eyes flutter open, sweaty palms moving around your back and clumsily unhooking your troublesome bra. It takes him three tries, “I like every part of you all the time…” the tip of his tongue parts his lips in hard concentration, “Your whole body makes me feel like I’m full of bugs.”

“‘Full of bugs?!’” you snort, lifting your arms so Yuuji can yank off your shirt and bra in one ungraceful motion.

“In a good way,” he promises, eyes locked on your heaving chest. You can hear the thick breaths he struggles through, “‘m so nervous and horny at the same time, it feels like bugs in my stomach.”

“What’re you nervous for?”

“‘Cuz I wanna make you cum, but I’m worried I’ll cream my pants before we even get to it,” he finally looks into your eyes, he smiles at you with flaming cheeks and palms at your breasts, “It was so hard making sure I kept it together… Been jerkin’ off every night thinking of you - ask Sukuna, he’ll tell you. It’s been embarrassing.”

“Augh, Yuuji!”

“It’s true!”

It makes your palms hot and sweaty, the image of him so desperate. All for you.

“Hm,” you croon, grinding against your boyfriend’s cock, back arching to press your tits closer to his face, “Yuuji...”

Wrapping his arms around your waist, Yuuji sucks one of your nipples between his lips and laves it with his tongue. He bucks up against your wetting panties. Pulling away from your nipple with a soft pop, Yuuji stares up at you with another earnest, flustered pout, “Can you take it out for me?”

As if you could forget what he’s talking about, he humps you again.

“Please, take it out,” he cranes his neck to run his warm, wet tongue over your other, unattended nipple.

“Aw,” you didn’t think seeing your big, energetic boyfriend act so pathetic would set you on fire the way it does. One of your hands stretches down between you and Yuuji, wrangling down his pants with him lifting his hips to help, “Do you want me to play with your cock?”

He hums against your breast, nodding eagerly, “Yuh- yeah- ! Please?”

Your fingers wrap around the warm softness of Yuuji’s erection, thumb playfully nudging his mushroom tip’s slit. He throws his head back, ricocheting against the car seat headrest with a throaty groan.

Giggling, you lean in to kiss the sensitive spot just under Yuuji’s jaw, hand still working up Yuuji’s weeping cock, “Having a good time, honey?”

“Uh-huh,” he unwinds his arms around you to grasp your hips once again, fingers bruising at your sides, “Feels so good - so, so good…”

“Who’s making you feel good, Yuuji?”

“You!” his right thigh twitches under you, “You, you - ‘s always you!”

“Always me?”

His chuckle breaks off into a slack-jawed moan, “Said I jerk off to you every night, didn’t I?” he reaches for your wrist, “Wait, wait!”

“Were you…?” so soon?

“I told you!” now he’s the one whining like a petulant brat, “I don’t wanna cum before you, but you just make it so hard.”

So soon.

Your thighs squish around Yuuji’s, hips grinding on nothing - desperate in search of friction.

“You like that?” he sounds breathless, staring at you as you watch his bobbing cock. All red at the head and straining against your hand, “You’re so mean, babe.”

“I like it a lot,” you sit up, lips finding Yuuji’s drool-slicked ones, “I like knowing I have that effect on you.”

“Since I first saw you, I think,” he admits, hands skimming under your skirt now, “Can I… ?”

You nod, holding tightly to Yuuji’s shoulders while you lean on one leg. You could, theoretically, drag your panties down your lifted leg by yourself - but Yuuji stubbornly joins your hand all the way down to your ankle.

Before trying to slip inside you, Yuuji cups your hot sex. His chest tightens, middle finger shakily tracing along your soaked cunt. Tongue lolling back out of his mouth, Yuuji tucks your nipple back into his mouth when he inserts his finger in your hole. Trying to keep his mind as busy as possible so he can stop thinking about how badly he needs to bury himself inside you.

“Yuuji,” your breathing is ragged, already lowering yourself before he even pulls his finger out of you, “I’m so past ready.”

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles against the swell of your tit, teasing his teeth against the full flesh, “I dunno if I’ll be able to get in…” he chuckles to himself, lightheaded when he taps the head of his cock against your clit, “Might slip right out, huh?”

“Stop teasing,” you cradle Yuuji’s head to your chest, arms thrown around his neck, “You’re the mean one.”

“I know, I know,” he lowers in his seat, pressing himself finally, finally, finally inside your pussy. Your tits press even closer to his face when you gasp at the stretch, “I’ve been ignoring my poor pretty girl this whole time,” he says it so mournfully, so heartfelt, “So selfish, just thinking of my pride - I didn’t even wonder how my girl felt.”

“Ahh, Yuuji,” you moan, piercing your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I’m sorry, pretty girl,” he pushes down on your hips, lowering you on his stiff cock until your thighs are flush with his soft pants. They’re a little wet. You don’t care much, and you don’t think Yuuji does either right now. He screws up into you, one arm tight around your waist to pull you down into his thrusts and the other hand finding your slippery clit, “I’m so sorry, angel, can you forgive me?”

“Ah, ah, ah,” his fingers work quick circles on your nerves as he fucks you and you’re barely able to scramble together the words (let alone carry those words out in a sensible form), “Yes - ah! - yes, Yuuji!”

There’s something in the way he twists his hips this time because his cock beats into a particular spot that sends white sparks through your veins. You snap back, head hanging and forcing your bouncing tits directly in Yuuji’s face. Before you can even begin to beg, your big, energetic (and maybe a little pathetic) boyfriend is already nodding to himself.

“Right there, angel?” his fingers leave your clit to press down on where his cock batters your insides, “Is that it? Want me right here?”

“Please!” you squeal, thighs quivering and lungs fresh out of air.

“Uh-huh,” he keeps nodding, head too empty to realize he doesn’t need to anymore, “Uh-huh, anything for you… fuckin’ anything…”

When your lower half burns out, Yuuji keeps you upright - fully fucking up into you at that same spot he pushes down on your tummy. The need to cum burns every nerve in your body - it burns and burns and burns until it changes.

Something fuller and more familiar - in a more daily-life kind of way.

“Ah, Yuuji,” your hands perch on his shoulders, body bouncing with the weight of Yuuji’s hips slinging into yours, “I think- ! It feels like- !”

“Talk to me, angel,” dumbly, he looks up at you, almost snickering, “‘Entertain me.’”

“Feels like ‘m gonna pee,” you try warning him, you really do.

But something behind his eyes just shines brighter, grin widening and he actually laughs, “Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Fuck yeah,” he stares, wide-eyed, at where you’re creaming on his cock, “You gonna squirt on me, baby?” his foolish nodding quickens with his hips, “Squirt all over me, angel, I want it - want it so bad. Soak my car, oh,” his pretty mouth circles into an ‘O’ just at the thought, “Please, please soak my fucking car!”

Your head jerks back, nails digging into Yuuji’s shoulders, throat snapping raw as you cry out braindead mixtures of your boyfriend’s name and pleas for more and harder and his cum.

He moves the hand on your tummy to swish your clit and spread your mess as far as he can, mouth popping open almost instinctively just to catch stray droplets of your cum in his mouth. One day (tomorrow) he might regret (will definitely regret) intentionally making you spray cum all over his front, and even back, seats, but right now he couldn’t possibly imagine not doing it.

“‘m gonna cum,” he grits his teeth, moans choked back in his throat, “‘m gonna cum - where?” before he can ask again, you find the strength to swivel your hips down on him, “Inside?”

“Inside!” you sob, chest tight and eyes watering at the overstimulation of Yuuji still swirling a thumb on your clit, “Cum inside, Yuuji!”

“Fu- ck,” he squeezes the word out of his chest, seating you fully on his lap when his cock throbs. He juts his chin out towards you when he starts cumming, “Kiss me?”

And you waste no time throwing yourself forward to press chaste, sweet kisses on Yuuji’s drooling lips. He hums and whimpers into your mouth, greedily drinking in the taste of your lips on his. As if he’d been starved of it his entire life.

Yuuji keeps you against him, the both of you slowly coming back down to Earth.

His sopping pants are beginning to cool underneath you.

“Ugh,” you groan at the feeling, “I think we made a mistake.”

“Yeah…” Yuuji sighs, “Oh well. Can’t unfuck in the car now.”

You’re kind of dreading pulling off Yuuji’s soft cock - if you hadn’t done enough to ruin Yuuji’s pants before, then that most certainly will.

Yuuji sighs again, heartier, hands coddling your hips and tenderly rubbing circles into your bone. His eyes fall to your breasts and remain there, “I really am sorry, angel. I- I never, ever wanted you to feel like I didn’t want you.”

Because he does. Good, God, he always does.

Every time he sees you, his hands get all sweaty and his cheeks are hot and his stomach twists into jumbles of knots.

“It hurt,” you admit, “but it’s fine now,” you giggle at the idea of him apologizing over trying to be respectful, “It isn’t like you were being a dick, you know?”

“Yeah, but! Ugh!” he clenches a hand over his heart dramatically, frowning, “I hurt my girlfriend’s feelings. My sweet girl :( “

“You’re cute,” you kiss one of Yuuji’s fiery cheeks, “Okay, help me off.”

“Oh, yeah, huh,” he stretches over your shoulder to wring your panties back up your leg, “It’ll be unpleasant, but I think you need to wear these back to your apartment.”

“I’ll live,” you pick at the elastic to Yuuji’s pants and snap them back against his sweaty thigh, “Can’t be worse than this, pee pants.”

“Hey, it’s not pee,” he pouts once again tonight, “And be nice.”

You shake your head, leaning down to press your lips against Yuuji’s once again. Soaking in the taste like you’d been starved of it your entire life, “Never.”

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