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j-u-u-z-o · 16 days

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34 + 35 (Shuhei Hisagi x F. Reader) 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: Yes. The time has come. My first shuhei scenario! ☺️ I just wanted test my luck and see what I can do with this fella. And, I just know I ate this up! Enjoy! 💕

Synopsis: The deadline is approaching and shuhei is overwhelmed. you want your bf to take a break from his job as the Editor-of-Chief of the Seireitei Communications Board. He’s gotta give in one way or the other for you. And, you know that. But, will he?

WARNING: Shuhei being a cute tomato, needy cuddly gf, dry humping, 69, smut, a sweetheart but can be a freak in the sheets, GRAMMAR

Take your time reading and dive into the story!

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The sounds of paper shifting from one place to the other echoed in the bedroom. The news stories that need to be edited were scattered all over the bed as shuhei held one up to go over it. And, the other one in his free hand probably forgotten. He mumbled a random paragraph to himself with focused yet tired eyes. Squinting to find any more errors.

“Tsk.” He put the article down in front of him and leaned forward to edit a few errors in the paragraph. A long tired sigh dragged in the room as he read it over again. He then ripped his eyes away from the paper, scribbled with his word vomit, and picked up another article. His back was aching so badly from the way he sat in bed. He ignored it and started reading another piece. On the other hand, you were busy packing some of the leftovers from dinner in the kitchen. You brought food for him a while ago while you had to eat yours by yourself… in the living room.

As time went by, you looked at the time on the microwave. A short sigh left your lips and you turned back to pick up the stacked bowls and walked to the refrigerator. “He needs to take a break.” You placed them inside the fridge’s shelves. “Even if it’s just a short one.” You mumbled, closing the fridge door. You looked around the kitchen to make sure everything was tidied up before you turned off the lights and stepped out of the room and went to the living room.

You sat in the living room. Mindlessly watching tv as time went by. And yet, Shuhei never left his bedroom. The known fact made you stare into space the more you thought about it. As a matter of fact, it’s been over…3 hours since he “locked” himself in there. Initially, you came to his place to spend time with him after work and to stay over. He had told you that he needs to finish some work. But, he’s clearly overworking himself. He even promised that he was going to take some breaks, but of course, that never happened. It made you made you angry and worried about him at the same time.

Shuhei is an extremely mature and calm person. despite his punk-like appearance, he’s a very hardworking man who takes responsibility and risks when possible. You love that for him. Everything, actually. He’s a busy man. Yes. But he needs to be reminded that there’s only one shuhei. And you will not lose him because of stress.

“You know what…”. You got up from the comfort of his couch and turned off the tv and headed to his bedroom.

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Quietly, you walked in the hallway. You felt a little intrusive as you did even though you care about his well being. As you got closer to his door, you heard him mutter something under his breath. Your fingers held on to the door handle on the sliding door and you took a deep breath. Just as you were about to slide it open, the sharp sounds of paper getting shifted around quickly made you stop. You really don’t want to disturb him but you insisted.

You slid the door open slowly and looked up to see him surrounded by papers thrown around him in various directions on the bed. He’s very passionate about his job as the EIC of the Seireitei Communications Bulletin Board. But, he can find someone who can help him with his work. Like Izuru, you noted to yourself. Distracted by the scenery, “oh”, he noticed you were standing at the doorway. “Hey babe.” He smiled. You regained your focus and smiled softly at him and walked over to the bed. He outstretched his arm to come over to his side and wrapped it around your form. “What’s up?” he looked up at you while his fingers rubbed your side. You whined softly. “Hm?” He blinked, watching you quietly crawl into the bed and sit next to him — your legs resting on your side. “What’s wrong?” He asked as you looked at all of the scattered papers with a pout.

“Y/n-“

“I want to cuddle with you.” You whined, leaning on his side.

Your warmth instantly sends shivers down to his spine. A faint tinge of red covered his cheeks. “B-babe…I-i can’t.” He stammered, refusing politely to your request. He picked up another article and started reading it. To regain his focus, again. He feels bad for choosing his job over you. Just this once, he mentally noted. The deadline is his top priority. Your eyes flickered to the article he held in his right hand. An op-ed , you noted. You began brushing his left arm as he read it. Up…and down. Slowly caressing his muscles and then sliding it down softly until your dainty hand interlaced his own, lovingly. “Shu~” you whined lowly. He hummed. “Take a nap with me.” You held onto his hand and looked up him. “I can’t.” He refused again.

You played with his fingers as he read a paragraph. He let you. Eventually, circling his paln with the tip of your finger. Slowly. the soft tingles travelled up his arm. “Mmm.” He moaned, smiling as he read a sentence. You smiled softly and did it again. Over and over until he turned to kiss your forehead.

After a long while, you rested your head on his shoulder and caressed his forearm. Your fingertips rubbed against the veins on it. A sigh left your nose and you shifted. He continued reading over the words. You took his arm and put it in between your breasts. He frowned as you did. Trying to focus. But your sweet warmth is distracting him. especially his arm being sandwiched between your breasts. You moved your chest up and down while you held on to his hand. “Babe…” he said lowly. There was no tinge behind it. But you weren’t sure if it was a call to stop or if he was actually liking it. You looked up at him as you did. His face looked focused. However, you swayed your breasts side - to - side playfully on purpose. He bit his bottom lip.

That caught his attention.

You did it again with a little more force until he turned his head to you. “What are y—“ you kissed him softly, cutting him off. “Wha-“ you kissed him again. “Babe- I…“ and again. “I- I- need to….” And again. “Y/n—“. And another until he leaned back. You whined, pouting at his rejection. “Shu~.” You leaned closer to him. He looked at you expectantly with a flushed look on his face. “Let’s take a little nap.” You said softly, resting your hand on this thigh. “I…I just have a few more left, baby.” He sighed, wrapping his arm around your form and digging his fingers in your side. Begging you to bear with him just for a little while more. “Okay.” You hummed and slid your hand up to his chest. “But you need a break.” Your hand felt his chest rise and fall as you did. “ I know…”He turned back to the forgotten article.

You snuck your hand inside his shihakusho. “Stop.” He moved it away and held your hand. You pouted. He knows he needs to take a break but he can’t. So he thinks.

Quickly, you moved down and hooked your legs hooked his own on either side. Trapping him. “O-oi!” His face started to turn red. You were straddling him…in reverse. “Y-y/n!” You smiled — seating yourself, perfectly. Your ass just right above his bulge.

The room was quiet. Awkwardly quiet. Resting your hands in front of you to anchor yourself, you sat comfortably above his groin with a cute smile on your face..

The white noise in the air can be felt. “You can go back to what you’re doing, shu.” you turned back to look at him, softly. He stared back at you in surprise. Blinking at your audacity, as a matter of fact. His cheeks looks more red than before.

Cute. You smiled.

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The sounds of the fabrics rubbing against each other were heard between you two.You were busy grinding on his clothed bulge. You rolled your hips in circles. Slowly, but with enough pressure to feel his cock rubbing against your pussy. Shuhei was forcing himself to focus on his work. His brows deepened to make him look so. even though, your sweet warmth felt so good. “Mm.” You moaned lowly, rubbing your pussy against the soft fabric with good measure. He bit his lip when you shifted a bit to get some more friction as tried to read a sentence for the fifth time. Since, the article kept moving side - to - side from your ministrations. Clearly, it was hard for him to read it. He moved the paper out of the way and saw your covered ass under the black night dress rocking him in bed. He stared hard. His eyes heavily focused on your ministrations while he held up the article up to the side. He bit his bottom lip as you did. It felt so good.

Soon after, you started bouncing your ass on his clothed length. “Ugh.” He panted lowly, still in a daze as he watched your ass shaking on his clothed cock. You couldn’t see him but you were making him bounce in the bed too. He bit his bottom lip hard as he started to get hard from the way his body moved around as he sat in bed. He gripped the paper in his hand when he felt a good spot your ass was bouncing on — the tip. He rewarded you with a heavy sigh. “Unh!” You hiccuped, feeling it poking your pussy. You started humping it quickly — making you shiver as felt how hard flaccid it’s become. You felt like you were humping a hard stick. A really good one.

You leaned forward and went back to bouncing on his cock. “Damn.” He grit his teeth. The way you shook your ass up and down, shuhei gave an open mouth groan while he was getting rocked by just your ass. You then bucked your hips roughly against the tip. “Mrm!” You whimpered at the sensation; making your pussy throb more. He laid his head back on the headboard — relishing the fluttering sensations his cock was receiving from you. “Aaaaahhh.” He sighed heavily, staring up at the ceiling. His mouth wide open, he breathed heavily at the sensation and spreads his legs out more. “Uuuunh.” He moaned lowly, feeling more of that sweet warmth of your ass. He ripped his eyes away from the ceiling and looked down at you. His cheeks were hot. He rests his hand on your ass to make sure it’s not going anywhere while he held on to the now-crumbled paper in the other. His slow yet rough breathes didn’t go unnoticed by you. Especially, his toes were clenching. Shuhei grits his teeth roughly to cover his moans. He knows you got him wrapped around your finger. He’s stubborn. However, the way your ass bounces on his length makes him choke on his breath every time.

Huh?

He noticed a shiny wet patch on his pants. He wants to lift up your dress but this view is too much for him. So he thinks; letting curiosity get the best of him. You shook your ass in front him to encourage him since you felt his hand grip on your night dress, shyly. You waited for him but you pulled it up for him. “W-wha-!” He stammered, his eyes widened when you pulled your dress up and showed him your glistening pussy. His face turned red like a tomato while his cock twitches. “Babe! Y-you’re not…” he whispered in surprise, staring at your pretty flesh. “Hmm?” You turned around, acting oblivious. You rubbed your pussy against the dark fabric and he breathed in deeply when he saw the long strings of your arousal stretching out as you did. “Mmmm.” You shut your eyes to relish the pure sensation of the soft fabric. You spread your legs further part as the source of warmth was stroking your pussy, softly. Just slowly brushing your folds and your clit against it. It was making your pussy pulsate at the sensation, relentlessly.

He shyly looked at your beautiful ass and your glistening puffy pussy. It was too hot to ignore.

“S-shit.” He had to rip his eyes away from you and forced himself to look at the poor crumbled article in his hand. “Mmmm~” you hummed softly at the sensation, slowly circling your ass on his clothed cock, making your pussy throb with excitement. He peeked at you from his peripheral. Your moans echoed in his head. You sat up and looked down in between. You slid your hand in between your legs and searched for his fly on his pants. He squinted. Not sure if he should stop you or not. You pushed the fabric to either side and unveiled his hard cock. He breathed in heavily as you gently pulled it out and stroked it, slowly. You aligned the tip against your pussy and began grinding on it. His cock was sandwich in between your folds. You leaned on one of your elbows and rolled your hips up against the warm flesh. “Aaahh.” You moaned softly, stroking your folds slowly against his cock. His eyes were getting hazy as he watched. The way his cock was getting smothered with your warm arousal lovingly, his mouth got watery at the sight. “W-wow.” He panted, not daring to rip his eyes away from your beautiful pussy.

The slow wet sounds goes unnoticed as your pussy glazed his sheath with your warm arousal. He stared deeply at the tip of his cock getting covered by your slickness; creating a shiny warm cover around it. “O-oh.” He sucked his breath when you teased the tip by poking it against your entrance but not going all the way in.

Tsk. That’s it.

You slid your pussy against the thick shaft slowly while your eyes were shut. You were in your own world — relishing the pleasure you were feeling —

“Hm?” Your eyes opened and you stopped. You felt a warm digit rubbing against your cunt. It rubbed it in circles and then dipped inside your cunt. You turned to look at him and saw pure lust in his sharp eyes. You clenched around his thumb as it was dipping into your cunt, teasingly. He immediately picked up the articles and dumped them on his nightstand and said heavily, “Come here..”, before he laid down and pulled you back effortlessly with your legs and pushed your rear up to his face.

Your face suddenly felt hot.

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Your trembling lips faced his length. His arms were wrapped around your thighs and his muscular hands spread your cheeks open; observing your glistening pussy. You stroked his cock as he did; waiting for him to start. You felt his exhale brush your flesh. “Uuunnh” you moaned, shivering when he slid his tongue in between your folds. Your legs twitched at the sensation. Making your squirm in his grip. He did it again. And again. Earning him a gratified sigh from your trembling lips. “Mmmm.” You bit your lip when you felt the warm muscle circle your clit. “Unh~!” You gasped, trembling in his hold as you stroke his cock. Your brows deepened as you did; trying so hard not cum so soon. So, you bit your bottom lip for some kind of self control. His tongue glides through your pussy and you rolled your hips on it. “Oh fuck! Shu~” you lifted your head up and hissed. You rewarded him by licking the underside of the tip of his cock. Slowly, with some pressure against your soft tongue. “U-uunh.” He moaned as he circled your clit. You circled the pinkish head lovingly like it was a lollipop; feeling the veins on your tongue as you did. “A-aaah.” He breathed out heavily and clenched his toes. You were mimicking the way he was licking your folds and then dippinng it inside your cunt. He listened to the wet sounds of his tongue licking your wet pussy and cunt — watching your pussy throbbing in front of his eyes. “Ugh!” You hiccuped as he mouthed your entire pussy and kissed it deeply. The wet lip smacking sounds rang in yours ears and your tummy pushed in — fluttering from the warmth of his crafty mouth.

He was eating your pussy with his eyes shut. Sucking your inner lips with so much want that it made you shiver. You began sucking his cock. Wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking gently while your tongue swiped around it. “Ugh.” He groaned, licking his lips to relish the warmth from your mouth. He spreads your cheeks out more and started flicking your clit, feverishly. “Mm!” you whimpered as you sucked it, fondling his sack, gently. You felt it twitch in your hand and you kneaded it more. “Shit.” He spreads his legs further apart and pushed his hips up to your mouth from the sensations.

With a wet pop, you licked down his length and sucked his sack. “Aaawwwwh.” He moaned heavily and dropped his head back on the pillow. “Mmm.” You sucked the skin and licked around it. He stared up at the ceiling and breathed heavily as you did. “Oh baby.” He breathed out. Your warm lips felt so good fondling his sack. He smacked your ass to reward you. You licked all the way up to the tip and flicked it, playfully. “U-ugh.” He shivered at the sensation. His face contorting as you did. A sudden shock of pleasure spread through your body when his tongue grazed your clit with good measure. You broke away and whined. He kissed it with gentle sucks — bobbing his head slowly as if he’s kissing your soft lips. “U-Unh.”Your pants came out like hiccups. You arched your back to dig your knees deeper into the bed to get more friction from his lips. “Uuuuuunh.” You moaned, backing your pussy closer to his face. You shook your ass to get more of it as he started licking your pulsating clit. “Right there, right there...” You praised, your clit pulsating uncontrollably. “Oooo.” You cried as you began circling your pussy against his tongue roughly. Within seconds your were becoming a twitching mess. “U-ugh!” You cried when he tightened his grip around your thighs and sucked your pulsating clit roughly. “Aaaaah!” You cried loudly, squirming in his tight grip and falling down.

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The sounds of the bed springs bouncing steadily and heavy breathing filled the air. You cupped his face and stared into his face. Nose to nose, you rode his cock slowly yet roughly with so much want as he sat up. His arms wrapped around you, he held you tightly to anchor you. “Uuuuunh.” He drawled, looking up at you like you were goddess. You hummed as you rolled your hips and observed his face. “Oooh. Fuck…” he shut his eyes to relish your tight warmth as you rode his cock like ocean waves. “Uuuugh. Fuck.” He groaned lazily, breathing in to your face when you clenched him. “Mm.” You moaned softly, staring deeply at him. His cock was stroking your walls so well lovingly. The tip poking your sweet spot when you grind on him steadily with passion.

“You feel so good, baby.” You whispered, pushing yourself closer to his chest as you rode him. Your hard nipples brushed against his chest earning a deep satisfied pant escape his nose. His hands started brushing up and around your smooth back. Slowly and lovingly; mimicking the way your pussy strokes his cock so well. “Awh. Fuck.” He looked down and rolled his hips up. “Oh. Fuck.” He said again, looked at you with hazy eyes, drunk over your pussy hugging him. You giggled softly and kissed his nose. “Mmmm.” He moaned and shut his eyes again.

The sight made you more wetter. Soon after, He increased his pace a bit when he heard the wet sounds coming from your pussy. “Feels so good.” He whispered, looking up at you with so much love. Everything felt so good between you two. He deep sigh came out from him and he rests his hands on your waist. His fingers were digging in your sides whenever you poked your sweet spot and relishing the warmth of your ass rubbing against his thighs. He’s in heaven.

“Mm.” You hummed and kissed his lips, softly. Both lips enveloped each other, slowly. Dancing with rhythm to the slow yet rough pace of your guys’s ministrations. The passionate slow kisses echoed in the air as you both pleased each other. You broke away by licking the top of his lip and you gently pushed him back on the mountain of pillows. He smirked at you and chucked softly. You placed your hands on his chest and began rolling your hips slowly as you straddled him. “Mmm~” he moaned and smirked at your task. He brushed your thighs as you did while his body was getting rocked up by you, lovingly. “Unh.” You moaned softly, your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you rode on his cock. “Awh yeah.” He whispered lowly, looking up at you. His voice filled your ears with praises. Telling you how good you’re doing and how beautiful you look. “Just like that.” He pushed his feet in a bit to feel your ass rubbing him and then bit his bottom lip and slides his hands behind your ass and started thrusting into your cunt with good measure.

Your hiccups were music to his hears as he bucked his hips in to your sobbing cunt. The skin slapping sounds echoed in the room as he watched his cock enter you — glazed with your sweet warm arousal. “Oh Yeah.” You whispered breathlessly, your breasts were bouncing from his ministrations. You were rising and falling from his cock beautifully. “You like that, huh.” He smirked, bitting his bottom lip from the way your pussy taking him so well from his controlled thrusts.

“That’s it.” He hissed, grabbing your ass while you bounced on his length. The tip hitting your sweet spot it knew so so well. He rolls his hips up to meet your sobbing cunt, deeply. “Oooo.” He founded an even better spot and thrusts deeply into your sobbing cunt quickly. “There it is. Right there.” He praised, heeding the wet sounds mixed your ass slamming against his thighs.

“Uuuugghh.” He dropped his head back on the pillow. Your pants were music to his ears. He looked at up you and observed your assets responding to his deep controlled thrusts. “Yeah, baby.” He whispered, sliding his hands up to your breasts. “Ride it.” He breathed heavily, kneading your flesh. You placed your on either side of his head and started riding his cock feverishly. “Mmmm.” You whimpered breathlessly, your wet pussy slapping against his pelvis. He dropped his legs and spreads them legs apart. “Uuuunh..” he groaned deeply, his body getting rocked up by you quickly. The legs of the bed creaked quickly as you both were reaching your high. “Go ‘head baby.” He dropped his hands on either side and pushed his head back deeply into the pillow. “Take me away.” He hissed, thrusting into you quickly. “U-unh!” You cried, feeling the hot syrupy feeling swarm in your tummy.

You ass bounced crazily on him as he slams into your sobbing cunt. “Sh-shu!” You feel a wave of your release coming as you looked down at him. He looked completely blissed out. His eyes were shut and He breathed heavily as you rode him quickly. “Ah-aunh.” You cried, your walls were crumbling with the need to release. He grins at the fluttering sensations and slides his hands down to your waist.

“Ah! Aaaah!” You squirmed crazily, squirting on him. The filthy wet sounds rang between you two as he kept going. “Awwwhh.” He moaned, pushing his head back into the pillow as he slams onto your trembling core. Your walls were squeezing him so much. He smacked your ass roughly as he fucks you feverishly. Soon after, his hips started gyrating. “Ha…ha!” He choked on his breath heavily. “Mm!” His face contorted as gets closer to his release. His fingers digs deep into your sides as he did. “U-uuuugh!” He growls deeply, shooting his cum inside of you. “Shu!”You felt it as he did and twitched from the overstimulating sensations. Making you shoot spurts of your fluids on him.

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His choked breaths echoed in the thick air. His cock covered in his cum, he gave a few short thrusts to cool off from the intense orgasm. You whimpered softly at the sensation and sat on it whenever he thrusts up into your messy cunt. “Mmm.” He heaved as you did, opening his eyes. “Ugh~” he slid inside slowly, taking his time to feel your squeezes around his cock. You leaned forward and kissed him. He moaned in the kisses as he circled his hips until the orgasm faded away. “Mmm…baby.” He broke away from the lazy kiss. You hummed softly as you started leaving soft wet pecks on his left cheek and down to his neck. “Ugh…I don’t think I’ll be able to finish my work.” He said lazily and chuckled. You broke away from your task and giggled softly at the man below you. “That was the plan.” You whispered softly. He snorted. “What will I do without you...”

“Pass out.” You blurted out. He hummed in agreement. “I owe you one.” He smiled softly and you nodded. “Good. I want you to call in sick tomorrow and give the rest of the work to Izuru.” You told the man. You didn’t stutter.

“Eh?” His eyes widened in surprise.

“No exceptions.” You said sharply and kissed his cheek.

He sighed.

Izuru…please don’t kill me.

He cries inside for the rest of the night.

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muzansfangs · 10 months

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They accidentally see you naked.

Starring: Abarai Renji, Aizen Sosuke, Urahara Kisuke, Haschwalth Jugram.

Format: short imagines.

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, language, horny thoughts, implied sexual tension on previous encounters, masturbation, f!reader, suggestive themes, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (m!receiving), oral sex (f!receiving), slight altered narration of the canon events for Aizen’s part, possible spoiler in Haschwalth part and mention to kidnapping (?).

Plot: what happens when you are naked and they accidentally walk on you, catching a full glimpse of your bare body in all its glory? Hormones cannot always be contained.

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Abarai Renji.

Rummaging through Orihime’s clothes, covered in flour and baking powder from head to toe, you checked the clock briefly. You had to make it in time, or else you were going to fail your best friend’s expectations and mess up her plan to spend a lovely night with Ichigo. When she told you she had convinced him to join her for dinner, you wasted no time in helping her cooking something decent to eat. You were her best friend, after all. You were not going to let her date get ruined by a predictable food poison, considering Orihime’s creations. Additionally, you cared about Ichigo too much to let him die like that.

Now the question is: ‘how did you end up in that situation, anyway?’.

You had spent almost the entire afternoon cooking by her side, when she suddenly remembered that she had to go to buy something to drink and meet up with Sado. You had no problem in taking care of the kitchen without her assistance and you still needed to cook the dessert anyway, therefore you assured her that, by the time she had made her comeback, she would have found a delicious cake in the fridge. Trusting in your abilities blindly, Orihime left and you wasted no time in collecting the ingredients for the cake.

Odds, however, were not in your favor. Literally.

When you finally spotted the packet of flour, you sighed in contempt for it was settled on the top shelf of the cupboard far from your reach. Now, confinding into your skills, you dragged a chair towards the counter and climbed on top of it. The clumsy version of yourself decided to show up, though, and as you grasped the packet, you lost your balance and fell down on the floor. Your grip on the packet loosend and it ended up ripping, causing the content to fall all over yourself. Never in your life something like that had happened to you and you felt in an awful distress.

Wiping away some powder from your face, you stood up and dashed to your best friend’s bedroom. You were pretty sure you could find something to wear and, honestly, Orihime would have not minded lending you some of her clothes.

Yet, your best friend was tired of you and Renji’s dynamics. Sneaky glances, snippy comments, lingering touches. The attraction was evident.

Therefore, she had set up a trap for you. As you finally pulled out some red shorts and an oversized t-shirt from a drawer, Renji Abarai was already on his way to Orihime house, totally unaware that the only person he would have found in there was you. Why? Your smart friend had made him believe her house would have hosted a small party with your whole group of friends and he had accepted the invitation.

Truth to be told, it took her a while to convince him but, when she mentioned you were going to be there, he had changed his mind.

Tossing your dirty clothes carelessly on the floor, you ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower to remove the flour from your hair, cleavage and improbable parts of your body. Renji, in the meanwhile, knocked on the front door, calling out your name along with Ichigo’s, Rukia’s, Uryu’s and Orihime’s ones. Naturally, you could not hear him and he thought that kicking the door open was a good idea.

You had just stepped out of the shower and, since you thought you were alone, you had not wrapped a towel around your naked body to make your way back to the bedroom, where you had left the clean clothes you had picked.

Now, as you stepped out of the bathroom and flicked your gaze up, you thought you had been a victim of a concussion and that you obviously were having an allucination. Renji’s rounded eyes and his parted lips, though, made you realize it was real. He was there, in front of you. Squeaking out in panic, you blushed and ran back to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you as you felt your heart thrumming into your chest.

“What the hell are you doing here?! You are such a moron!” you snapped from behind the door, knowing damn well that Renji was probably still standing in the corridor and trying to figure out what on the holy Earth had just happened.

“Me?! What the hell are you doing naked?! I never met someone walking around a fucking house completely naked!” Renji fired back, banging his fist on the door in frustration.

Despite being irritated by your antics, Renji could not deny that the sight of your curves, of your naked skin, was tattooed into his mind. You had no idea of the amount of nights he had spent thinking about how your skin tasted after a bath, or how it would have felt like ripping your clothes off of you. You were absolutely beautiful, a sight to behold, the woman he had to make his.

In the privacy of his bedroom, in the middle of the night, he had moaned your name as he had touched himself in maddness and desire. How many times he had imagined you, mouth hanging open, writhing beneath him, as he rutted his hips onto yours. And now, now he had had the chance to see how beautiful you really were without any item shielding your magnificent body from his eyes.

“You’re such a jerk! I didn’t know you were coming over! — you quipped suddenly, grasping a towel and wrapping it around yourself — Also, what are you even doing here?! You should leave and I should too, before Orihime and Ichigo come back” you reasoned, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. Gosh, your face was still beet red and you were visibly shaken.

Renji Abarai had seen you naked. Your crush had just had a full clear view of your bare body. It was not exactly the way you had planned to let him see you like that for the first time.

Renji scoffed “What? I’ve come over for the stupid party Orihime is hosting…” he replied, furrowing his brows at your statement.

You opened the door hesitantly, peeking out to lock eyes with him “What? Are you serious?” you whispered, relaxing a bit as you tried to connect the dots. Oh, now you could see it. Inoue Orihime had tricked you and that idiot of Renji!

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose as the red-haired shinigami stared at you dumbfounded. What was wrong with him? He stared at you, hooded eyes and a weird expression on his face, without saying a word. Well, of course, he was still fighting back the urge to pin you up against the door and fuck you senseless.

“She trolled us” you stated, folding your arms against your chest and leaning your back against the wall, in a pathetic attempt to snap him out of the catatonic status he had fallen into. It was pointless. At the lack of feedback, you let your eyes trailing down his body and you gawked at the prominent tent you saw in his pants.

You clasped your hand over your mouth and slapped his chest, earning a grunt from him along with a homicidal glance.

“Oi!” he protested, clenching his fists down his sides and taking a menacing step closer to you.

“Did you get a boner from staring at me?! You are such a pig, Renji, o my God! I can’t believe I have a cr—…” you cut yourself off as soon as you saw Renji’s features relaxing and a smug smile crossing his lips. You were so done with yourself.

Did you just confess your feelings to him?

“Fuck” you uttered, hiding your face behind your hands and turning your back at him.

His hand softly squeezing your shoulder, though, caught you off guard. You felt his chest gracing your back and you slowly lowered your hands from your face. You were even more surprised to feel his arms gently snaking around your waist and involving you in a gentle hug, despite his abrasive nature. It was pleasantly unexpected.

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s clear that we like each others. I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but you’re hot. — he started, propping his chin on top of your head — Why don’t you get dressed and we go out on a date? That’d be nice, right?” he asked, swallowing his pride as he came to terms with the fact that he could not truly stay away from you for any longer.

You felt your face heat up but smiled and nodded your head, before glancing up and him “Oh, it looks like someone truly got some balls down here, huh? I’m totally in!” you teased him, chuckling and dashing down to Orihime’s bedroom to get ready.

Renji rolled his eyes “I swear, I’ll fuck that sassy attitude out of you one day” he shouted after you, before entering the bathroom to get rid of that little problem making his ripped jeans uncomfortable.

Urahara Kisuke.

Working with Kisuke was both stressful and enjoyable at the same time. He was hilarious, kind and generous, but extremely lazy. That peculiar trait of his personality, of course, was enough to make you slightly jumpy and sleep-deprived because you had to take care of the shop both day and night. Why did you do it? Well, at first, you needed some extra money to pay for your studies and you craved some indipendence, but then you started to develop a small crush for the blonde shop-keeper and working by his side became more of a self-indulgent activity than a duty.

Now, when the time of festivities came, you were well prepared to run around the shop to satisfy your costumers. Sometimes, you even decorated the shelves and put on some soft music to cheer up the atmosphere. Indeed, that was exactly what you did that day: it was carnival, after all.

However, today, you had had the splendid idea to dress up as a bunny. Or, to be fair, a sensual bunny. You knew Kisuke Urahara like the back of your hand and you perfectly knew what you would have done to him by ambling around with those lovely black, soft ears over your head and a tight leather corset embracing your curves. You had decided to push his buttons, to test his self-control and, by the time you walked into the shop that morning dressed up like this, you did not fail to notice the way his eyes widened even so slightly as he hid his grin behind his fan.

Working by your side was the equivalent of experiencing his personal living hell. Every single time you passed by him, you made sure to brush your gloved fingers against his chest, your lashes fluttering in a dramatically slow manner that made his pants tight. You were playing with fire, but it was a dangerous game you were willing to play.

Kisuke was obviously intrigued. He had dreamt about you since Ichigo had introduced you two. The way you always looked dashing, the way your glossy lips captivated him and made him pant in the privacy of his bedroom, as soon as your shift ended and you left, was mind-blowing. He was so tired of having to reach his climax alone. He wanted nothing more than your soft, plumped lips wrapped around his cock as he held your hair behind your nape for him to thrust into your mouth easily.

“Nice choice of items” he had purred eventually, watching you from behind his blonde eyelashes, as his tongue teasingly darted out of his mouth to lick a stripe off of his lollipop.

What an infuriatingly handsome son of a bitch he was.

The way he looked at you as his tongue kept on savouring the sugary candy was making your mouth dry. He had read your cards, had he not? You pressed your thighs together, mentally cursing his name as you glanced up at him with a slight blush.

Oh, how you badly you wanted him to treat your pussy the way he was licking that stupid lollipop. The former Captain had apparently decided to mess with your head.

You cleared your throat and hummed, pretending not to be affected by his words and antics “Thank you so much” you simply replied, a thin-lipped smile crossing your face.

He stared at you intently for a few seconds, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, before he decided to taunt you again “Ah, I wonder how good they’d look on the floor. — he casually commented — I guess I’ll never know, though”.

You felt your stomach twist and your fingers curled on the edge of the counter as you let his words sink in. You had won, but he had clearly called your bluff. The time left to spend in his company was mercifully short, by now. The night had veiled the sky and you had closed the shop. Walking home alone in that short dress was not a great idea, therefore you had brought some clothes with you to change.

Without saying a word, you simply grabbed your bag from the shelf and walked off to the back of the shop. You took off your gloves, your skirt, your stupid corset and allowed yourself to breathe properly again. Your chest was completely exposed and your panties were so thin that it felt like you were not wearing them at all.

Before you had time to reach for the zip of your bag, the door swung open and you shrieked in embarrassment as Kisuke’s voice rang in your ears.

“I was thinking that maybe we could—…” he started, but he never finished that sentence.

His lollipop slipped from his fingers, clattering on the floor as a shaky breath left his parted lips. You, the girl he wanted to ask out that very night, were standing a few feet away from him in only her thong and those cute little bunny ears he had fantasized about for the last four hours. God, how badly he wanted to see them fall from your head as you rode him to exhaustion. You looked like a goddess and, consequentially, he could not tear his eyes from your naked frame.

“Kisuke!” you squirmed, your arms trying to cover your naked breasts as he did not seem to be able to move.

“I am so sorry, but you look so beautiful it’d be a shame to look away…” he breathed out, making you blush and reach down to unzip the bag laying at your feet with one hand, careful not to expose your nipples to his attentive eyes once again.

“Wait!” he fretted again and you flicked your gaze up on him again.

He took his hat off, a thing you had rarely seen him doing before. His eyes seemed to twinkle in a malicious light, but they were kind “How can I make it up to you?” he asked, keeping the eye-contact with you.

The tension was tangible and, honestly, what was the use in dressing up again if he had already took a full view of your naked body? Was it not supposed to happen sooner or later? You had been eye-fucking each others for hours, after all.

You sighed and arched an eyebrow up, cocking your head to the side as you finally found the courage to speak and shame left your body.

“Well, since you dropped your lollipop and you have nothing to run your tongue on anymore, why don’t you give me a taste of your skills? You surely had some fun in driving me mad too, right?” you teased him, leaning your back against the wall and winking at him from across the room.

Urahara Kisuke, the damn shop-keeper, smirked and kicked the lollipop to the side with his foot, before reaching you with a few quick strides. He looked at you up and down, a faint blush on his cheeks, as he hooked his calloused hands underneath your thighs and lifted you up.

“My, my… I figured I was going to kiss your other lips by the end of the day. — he commented chuckling, as he settled you on top of a table — I’m clearly not going to complain now” he added, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your panties.

You bit your lower lip, when he dragged the fabric down your thighs with his teeth and your fingers tangled his soft hair “You lucky bastard…” was all that you said.

In fact, the way his tongue flicked your clitoris, with your legs draped over his shoulders, was enough to make you babble out incoherent words for the rest of the night.

Aizen Sosuke.

You had always had a weird way to get under his skin. From the moment he had met you, despite you being a mere human with some peculiar ability, he knew you were not as judgemental as the other members of your crew of human friends. You were a bit older, you were responsible, you had a brilliant mind and, obviously, he loved the way he could not manipulate you. He had the constant feeling he could never get to corrupt your soul, your vision of the world. You were too rational, even for someone like him. Deep down, though, he sensed you were not totally unaffected by his charisma.

Aizen Sosuke was not only a godly handsome man: he was charming, brilliant, and, much to your dismay, someone you had undeniably fallen in love with.

You had figured something dark lurked underneath his friendly façade almost immediately. Curiosity killed the cat and you had found yourself glued to his hip. Before you could venture further into his business, though, he had made sure you caught a glimpse of his dark side. He had clearly told you not to meddle in his private life, but you feared to lose him. You feared something would have happened sooner or later and therefore, not to watch your heart break, you had left the Soul Society without your friends or bothering to letting him know.

You had not heard from him for a whole week. You tried not to think about him, but his ghost was everywhere you went, in every activity you did. His name indulged on your tongue way too much for your own good, when you cursed yourself for having picked the worst Shinigami ever to have a crush on. His presence in your life had affected you so much, to the point that trying to go on and live your ordinary life as a human was impossible. It was like living in a perpetual agony.

That evening, you were coming back from the gym when you got caught in a pouring rain. Naturally, you had not brought an umbrella with you and, by the time you got back home, you were soaked. What a misfortune, a thing you were getting used to lately.

As soon as you unlocked the door of your flat and stepped inside, you took off your shoes and discarded you bag on the floor before ambling absent-mindedly to your bathroom and grabbing a few towels to dry yourself. You lived alone, you did not think that a certain someone was actually waiting for you in the shadows. Oh, Aizen was so upset with you. His eyes followed your every move attentively, pondering when it would have been the perfect moment to step out and make his presence known.

You were beautiful, so tempting, even for someone like him who believed to be a god. Maybe it was your innocence, the goodness in you, but he was still a man. He was drawn to your beauty like a moth to a flame.

As you took off your drenched t-shirt and bra, you proceeded to drag your leggings down your legs and shivered. A warm shower was highly needed and, as soon as you got rid of your panties too, you let out a sigh of relief and glanced up at your reflection in the mirror. You were tired, that was true, but the scream that left your lips though was not due to the dark circles around your eyes, giving you a jumpscare. It was due to the presence of the man standing right behind you.

His glasses, his brown locks and his handsome face were unmistakable. Aizen Sosuke. The Captain of the Fifth Division was right behind you with a smug smirk crossing his lips and an his eyes transfixed on your naked frame. He was not even trying to hide the wolfish grin on his lips.

You blushed from head to toe and tried to run into the cubicle of the shower, hoping that the thick, red courtain would have shielded your curves from him. You never stepped into the shower, though. Aizen had other plans in store for you and, in a swift motion, you found yourself pinned to nearest wall. His hand, firmly wrapped around the back of your neck, forced your cheek against the white tiled wall and his body was pressed up against your back.

“It’s good to see you again, darling” he hissed in your ear, his hot breath fanning the base of your neck and sending shivers down your spine.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you blurted out, trying to ignore the fact that, not only you were naked, but Sosuke did not even seem to be bothered by your nudity at all. The bastard had no shame.

He grinned “You know exactly why I’m here” he declared, taking his glasses off and settling them carelessly on the counter at his right.

You blushed and gritted your teeth, batting your eyes closed to steady your breath. You wanted to lash out at him, tell him how you hated the way he had pushed you away, throwing fact at his perfect face. He was the reason why you had left in the first place.

“Get out of my sight… You shouldn’t be here” you stated, although you quite did not want him to go. Not again. You did not want to spend any more time without him, no matter how irritated you were, how scared you were. You needed him. You needed to get upset every time he was overly kind with you and showed off those perfect deceitful smiles of his. The smirks you had fallen for…

“Tsk, tell me to leave and I may consider this option” he cooed, his grip on the back of your neck tightening as he pressed his clothed crotch against your ass.

You gasped, flushing up even more at his action. Was he excited? Did he really find you attractive? Was it another way to fool you?

“Aizen…” you whispered.

“Come on, say it. Tell me to leave, tell me to stop or tell me something else. Tell me what do you want me to do” he taunted you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he made it painly clear that leaving was not in his plans. Oh, he was far from wanting to leave. He had come here to confront you, to deliver his message for you personally. Eveything was clearly going according to his plan. He was so obsessed with perfectionism and you, of course, were exactly what he needed right now. You were part of his plan too, somehow.

You cursed yourself for enjoying this and, as you sighed and gave him the green card to proceed, you felt your inevitable fall approaching.

“Stay” you breathed out, earning an dark chuckle from the man behind you.

“That’s what I thought” he said, slithering his hand between your legs and plunging his fingers into your core without warning you. You moaned, a little startled by the sudden move, your inner walls gradually trying to adjust to the intrusion.

Sosuke bit your shoulder softly, as his fingers pumped into you deeply at a rough but steady pace. It was almost as if he wanted to punish you. He always had everything under control, it was almost frustrating. He enjoyed the way you moaned softly, under your breath, not to pamper him and make his chest swell up in pride.

However, as he pulled them out of you and you whined for the sudden sensation of emptiness, he hastily pulled his pants down and thrusted up into you. The sinful moan, strained in pain for his roughness, was enough to make him smirk in satisfaction.

“Don’t you fucking dare to leave like that ever again —he growled, thrusting into you at a feral pace — I’ll fuck an apology out of you”.

And he stack up to his vow.

Haschwalth Jugram.

You were not friends. You were far from that. You were enemies, actually. He had kidnapped you almost two months ago, making all of your friends worried sick about you. When you had asked him why he had done it, he dismissively replied that it was necessary, that he saw potential in you, that your friends would have fallen into his trap by coming to your rescue.

However, as weeks passed by, you noticed a change in his behavior. He was no more in his typical haste, he stayed a little longer to talk to you, he made sure you did not feel like a prisoner. You found out he was not a real monster. At least, not with you. Sometimes he was the one to deliver your meals to you. You never asked him why he did it. You accepted his kindness, despite the difficulty of keeping up a conversation with him for more than ten minutes. Haschwalth Jugram was so bashful. It irked you how he could have been the incarnation of the Prince Charming, if he was not a villain.

Now, you had to admit that, among other things, you had not failed to appreciate his appearence. The blue-eyed man was handsome as hell. Almost too perfect to walk this Earth, too deadly to be a human. Finding him attractive was wrong on so many levels, but you tried to hold on onto that trivial thought to take your mind off. You were still a prisoner, after all.

Now, he was a respectful man. You had noticed that he always came to check on you at the same hour. That night was not supposed to be an exception. You were laying on your back on the soft bed of your room, rosy cheeks and fuzzy mind. You were indulging on the thought of him again. It was an unhealthy obsession, a lustful and sinful thought you would have gladly got rid of, but in that very moment you could not.

You gave up. You slipped your shorts off, your panties following their same destiny on the floor along with your t-shirt. You laid down bare, your fingers travelling down your abdoment and finally reaching down to your aching core. A sigh of relief fell from your lips as you started to draw figures eights on your bundle of nerves. Oh, how badly you wished he was the one to do it. He had long fingers that you were more than sure would have fitted perfectly into you.

His name escaped your lips softly once, twice and thrice. It was hard not to, when your body was on fire. You desired him, you wanted to see his mask of pride slip as he took you on that bed.

You were so lost into the realm of pleasure that you did not even heard the door creak open and saw the tall figure looming in your room, until he spoke and your blood ran cold.

“Do you need something—…” the tall blonde said, only to feel his tongue freeze in his mouth at the sight before his icy-blue eyes.

You were staring up at him in pure shock, naked, with your legs wide open and your fingers buried deep into your core. He seemed to be composed, despite the awkward situation and it took you a few seconds to reach and slip under the covers to hide your nudity from his glacial eyes.

After enduring the most embarrassing staring contest of your life between you two, he cleared his throat and spoke again “I did not intend to disturb you. I was passing by your door and I heard my name. I apologize” he flatly declared. But you did not fail to catch the way his left hand twitched and the way his pants seemed to tighten slightly. Did he appreciate the view?

You blushed and nodded your head “Let’s pretend it never happened. — you breathed out, careful not to let the blankets fall — Do you need something? Can I help you in any way?” you added, avoiding to make eye-contact with him again.

The blonde man took a moment before answering, his cold eyes still lingering over your frame, studying the way the silky covers were draped over your body and exalting your curves. It was not good at all. He was losing his focus because of you. The worst part of it was that it was not exactly the first time, but it was surely a problem since it was happening before your eyes.

“No, I’m perfectly fine. — he replied shortly — I’ll take my leave”.

And with that, he left your bedroom, slamming the door behind him in frustration. However, he laid his back against it, running a gloved hand over his visage as he tried to compose himself. It was hard coming to terms with the fact that he liked you. Having seen you naked, however, had devasted him. He was hungry. He was so hungry he had to have you now, even for once. Even if he would have not got to touch you ever again.

“Bloody Hell…” he uttered under his breath, before opening the door again and dashing into your bedroom. He locked the door and walked up to you, stopping beside you and taking his coat off. His hands immediately reached down for his belt and he unbuckled his belt, his eyes clouded over in lust as he stared at you as if you were his property.

“Actually, there’s a thing you can do for me. Suck me off. Open that pretty mouth of yours that moaned my name so sweetly” he growled, unzipping his pants and pulling them down enough for you to slip his hard cock out of his boxers.

Your mouth watered and your cheeks flushed as you sat up hastily and flicked your gaze up to meet his “Is that a command?” you whispered teasingly, only to make him snort and grip your hair gently.

“Yes, it is. And make sure to swallow” he crooned, watching the way you smirked and wrapped your lips around him so diligently.

In the end, you had got what you wanted from the beginning. He lost his temper, you lost your dignity.

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AUTHOR NOTE.

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play date

Shunsui Kyoraku x f!Reader

synopsis : You and Shunsui have a little thing going on under the wraps. He invites you to his office to discuss work...or so he says.

author’s note : Just a little something because Shunsui is one fine ass man. He’s so hot like I cannot. I am in my Bleach era and will write more fics for keyboard.

cw: oral sex (female receiving), slight angst? , Shunsui teases you to no end, unestablished relationship, there’s feelings but reader isn’t sure and Shunsui isn’t saying anything but he’s in love with her too, Ukitake makes an appearance, Special Extra at the end of the fic, just for laughs :>

also if you’re feeling generous, you can tip me on ko-fi!

How on earth did you get into this predicament?

Well, you knew how. You just didn’t expect it to go this way. When you answered your fellow Captain's call to come to his office to discuss matters on the special ops squad being sent to investigate the world of the living, you believed it was just that.

Not this.

“Oh, dear. Have you finally run out of things to say?” His baritone voice teased as you squirmed on his desk, your thighs over his broad shoulders with his arms locked around each leg to keep you in the position you were. Anybody could walk in. You knew the 13th division Captain was on his way too.

“S-shunsui.” You glared at him, breathless and painfully aching with arousal. He only pouted his full lips in mock pity and rubbed gentle circles with his thumbs on your skin.

“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. It’s only going to egg me on.” He smirked devilishly and if only you weren’t in his secure hold, you would’ve kicked him away. Now was not the right time nor place to be doing this. It was a hidden fact that you and the Captain had been warming each other's beds for months now with no strings attached, and were undoubtedly physically attracted to each other. The other captains assumed that you were just a victim to his harmless flirting and that was it.

“You know I like it when you play hard to get,” he kissed your inner thigh, stubble tickling your skin. “I like it even more when you make those cute lewd faces though.” He hummed with a smile, keeping his eyes on you as he leaned closer to lick a strip along your slit, from your aching core to your sensitive clit. Your thighs shook, feeding his ego at how he had one of the most revered Captains putty in his hands.

“Shunsui, someone could walk in. S-sto—ah!” Your attempt at protest was feeble and your restraint staggered when he kissed your sensitive nub and had begun to suckle on it. Pleasure shot through your body, your core tightening and shaking from the warmth of his tongue and the way he moved his head to provide the friction and pressure that he knew had you whimpering and panting in seconds.

Shunshui moaned against your mound when he felt your fingers thread through his hair and began to tug and grip it in the way that sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. He kept his gaze on you. His view provided him with the debauched state you were in. Shihakuso undone, it revealed the smooth skin of your stomach and the soft peaks of your breasts, that bounced and jerked with every movement of your body. But his favorite of all was his view of your face. Your pretty lips that would purse and speak threats at him, were parted in sweet bliss and moaning his name. Your eyes that would glare at him with a heat that excited him, were shut in bliss, struggling to flutter open with the pleasure he made you feel. Ah, this must be what a goddess looks like. Shunsui thought.

He halted his ministrations eliciting a whimper of disappointment from you.

"For someone afraid to get caught, you are being rather loud, my dear. Not that I'm complaining." He smirked up at you and before you could snap at him, he continued his assault on your aching pussy that had only continued to drip with more and more slick.

Your mind was hazy with need. His hot tongue swirled sinfully good, you cursed at how good he was at pleasuring you with his mouth. And those lips, those stupidly plump lips, wrapped around and sucked at your clit sinfully good. You’d never admit it out loud but despite his affinity to chase women, he was irresistibly charming when you looked past it. He was strong, and muscular and had such broad shoulders that your legs hung perfectly over. You hated how much you liked him. How good he made you feel. How he truly made your heart skip a beat so many times when he gets doting and sweet on you.

You didn’t want to give in so easily and the arrangement between the two of you as time went on, made your heart grow fonder of him.

Meanwhile, the man who believed heaven was between your thighs, was drunk on the sweet musky taste of the honey that dripped from your pussy. He couldn’t get enough of you, can you blame him? You were cuter than you let on and when it was just you and him in the privacy of his Captain's quarters, you were sweet, shy even. In your shared colleagues' eyes, you were his beautiful and revered Captain who could take down her enemies without a scratch.

But only he knew you. Really knew you.

He made mental notes of the things you liked, things that made you smile or made you scrunch your nose up in disgust, and most importantly what he does that makes you blush, what made you feel good and would have you glowing from pleasure.

Keeping his lips on your clit, he teased the dripping hole of your entrance. It was easy to collect your slick and slowly push in his two fingers. He felt his cock throb at how warm and soft your walls were, and how it squeezed him.

You moaned out his name so sweetly again and the further he plunged his digits and played with your clit, the more he could feel your velvety walls pulse around him. He curled his fingers. Your back arched. Your thighs trembled on his shoulders and the grip you had on his hair tightened.

“S-shun…” you tried your best to speak, propping yourself up on your elbows to have a good look at him. You shouldn’t have been so turned on at the sight of him like this, and yet when he curled those fingers again, your head threw back in bliss. God. He was going to kill you.

He detached from your pink heat briefly. “I can tell you’re close, darling. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

Without hesitation or a look of stubbornness, you nodded. Your eyes were soft yet pleading. Your pretty lips were caught between your teeth, Shunsui unaware of how consumed you were with the idea of kissing him.

Before he could latch on again, he felt your soft delicate fingers touching his bigger, rougher ones. He raised his gaze to you, brows arched in question. He paused and curiously let you do what you wanted. Your fingers moved to intertwine with his and once both your hands held his, you shyly looked away. Shunsui felt as if he could die right there. You were just so— he couldn’t even find the right words to encompass the entirety of you that has bewitched him. He gave your little hands a gentle squeeze, the action being something so intimately different between the two of you before he delved his tongue into your walls, nose bridge pressed against your sensitive pearl. Your melodious whimpers and moans commenced once more.

Tethering on the edge of your climax, your stomach coiled and your hips visibly shook. It was getting all too much. There was no way you were going to be able to hold back from cumming. The vibration from his ravenous groans and the pressure of his nose against your clit, moving with the way his tongue tensed and swirled inside of you, tipped you over.

Your hands clenched his tightly as your back arched and convulsed with the orgasm that shot through your body. Shunsui didn’t stop kissing and lapping at your folds, wanting to taste the honey that spilled from your climax. Not wanting to overstimulate you further, his lips left your pulsing core and he swiped his tongue over them to not let it go to waste. He opted to lean his head on your tummy, watching your chest rise and fall. He held your hands still, softly playing with your twined fingers, lazily looking up at you with a satisfied grin on his face.

“That’s my pretty girl.“ He cooed, pressing a kiss on your hip bone.

When you were able to catch your breath, your legs still dangled over his shoulders. You slid them off, letting them fall to the side, and slipped one of your hands from his to prop yourself up on his desk. Your body still tingled with the waves of pleasure that bounced within your body and he lifted his head off your tummy, to let you sit up fully.

“Hey.” Half-lidded, deep-set eyes met yours. Your left hand was still intertwined with his and you scooted closer, tugging at his collar so that he could sit properly on his captain’s chair and that his face was leveled with yours which lined up perfectly due to how tall he was. “Am I going to get a good review—

You cut off his deep smooth baritone voice with your lips. Shunsui’s brows raised slightly with surprise but immediately melted into the kiss. You could taste yourself on them. When he felt your little tongue swipe on his bottom lip, he parted his lips to let you have a better taste. He hummed deeply at your sweet kiss, your arms draped over his shoulders and he couldn’t help but pull you from the edge of the desk, and into his lap. Your lips parted in a gasp when your sensitive heat was pressed right against his closed erection, his hakama confining him. He took that opportunity to slot his tongue into your cute little mouth, finding so much bliss in kissing you. It was different, this kiss. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was that made it different other than you were the one who initiated it.

Breaking apart to get air, he was met with this hazy look in your eyes that made him melt. His hand came to your cheek and he was taken aback when, like a cat, you leaned into his touch.

"Oh, dear..." he drawled out with a teasing smile that softened the more he stared at you, all flushed and glowing from pleasure. "When did you get so sweet like this? Hm? Have I finally made you fall for me?"

You batted your lashes at him, silent. He was trying to goad you. Just when you were being all nice and affectionate. He waited for your response while you gave him a chance to say something, anything, that wasn't teasing or goading.

He stroked your cheek with his knuckles, his thumb tracing your plump lower lips. His own lips parted and your heart sped up a little. You didn't know what you wanted to hear from the brunette before you but you wanted something more, and you hoped he knew what that was.

"Will you..." his voice lowered as he leaned close as if to kiss you again. "Return the favor?"

The atmosphere the two of you had created, cracked. Sighing, you pulled away from his touch and slipped from his lap, the man left speechless at the sudden absence of your warmth.

"Y/N-channnn." He whined, brows furrowing as he watched you bend over to slip your underwear on, followed by your hakama. "Come back, sweetheart. Did I say something wrong?"

You rolled your eyes, fastening your shihakusho to conceal any exposed skin and with every movement the fabric made to cover your skin, the man was getting more and more desperate. Fixing your hair, you went to grab your zanpakuto that was leaning against the wall.

"You're leaving? Y/N-chan, you can't just leave." You turned to face him, to see pleading confused brown eyes. "Not like this." He gestured to his lap, to his hard-on that was begging for your touch and that had ached with every moan that slipped from your lips earlier.

"Yes, I can." You huffed. You would have relieved him if he wasn't just...just...ugh. You didn't even know. It's not like the sex was terrible. Far from it. Maybe...just maybe you were tired of playing this game you two started. You wanted more and you didn't feel safe enough to admit it to him out loud yet when he's not showing any signs of wanting more too.

A knock on the door was your cue to leave.

"Oh, hello, Y/N!" Ukitake's gentle, handsome voice sounded and you politely smiled at his greeting on your way out.

"Aren't you going to stay for the discussion?" His brows furrowed, confused as to why you were leaving already, glancing at Shunsui who shifted in his seat and had his gaze set on you. Did you two fight again?

"I'm all caught up, Ukitake-taichou. Kyoraku-taichou, will inform you of the preparations and shinigami who will be in the special ops squad. I have some other important matters to deal with." You replied, bowing your head slightly with respect.

"Y/N-chan." Shunsui's voice called out, masking his need and disappointment. It was as if he was telling you with his eyes that he wanted to speak with you after. You can't promise him that.

"I'll see you when I see you." You huffed with a cute pout that was foreign to Ukitake and a little familiar to Shunsui. It was the cute almost heart-fluttering, kind of pout women made when they're upset over their significant other or the kind of pout an annoyed child makes when someone steals their toy.

"Perverted old man." You narrowed your eyes at him, the outspoken aura of your being a Captain cracked, your head hot with annoyance and your body still all fuzzy and soft from the orgasm Shunsui's stupid, stupid, stupid, mouth gave you. You stomped away, the sight a little adorable to the two captains as very rarely do you act so endearingly and far from the repose you had as their fellow captain.

Shunsui sighed as you disappeared down the hall in a quick flash step and Ukitake clicked his tongue. With hands on his hips, he shook his head and looked at his friend.

"What did you do now, Shunsui?"

Special Extra

“Reporting live in the Seireitei! I am Matsumoto Rangiku, your gorgeous host! Just this week, Captain L/N was spotted in Captain Kyouraku’s office TWICE!”

She holds out the mic to her first victim, flinching as it was shoved towards his face.

“What are your thoughts on THAT Captain Ukitake seeing that its YOUR best friend?”

Ukitake, trying his best to defend shunsui but being a bad liar, “I’m…….. not sure”

*cue comical sparkly segue *

Nanao: he’s just being a pervert. I’m sure someone as strong, smart and beautiful as Captain L/N has a different type

Yachiru, smelling mischief: but yesterday, I saw Y/N head to Captain Kyouraku’s quarters at night

Kenpachi: Who’s [beep]ing who?

Rangiku: AH, please censor yourself for the sake of this interview, we stream to under 18 users too

Kenpachi: Oh *censored* sorry, my bad, *censored* *censored*, but yeah they’re definitely *censored*

Hisagi : Kyoraku did smell like Captain L/N’s perfume

Rangiku, Kira, Ikkaku, Yumichika: 😐 how do u know what she smells like

Hisagi : 👁️👄👁️

Captain Komamura: hes right though

Rangiku: *gasps*

Hisagi, the hole he dug getting bigger: y-yeah

Rangiku; what about you Captain Unohana?

Unohana: oh? I guess if the rumours are true. I’ll think they’ll have very cute children 🥰

Rangiku: Captain Komamura how would you like to put your abilities to use and do some detective work with us????

Tosen, imagines Komamura sniffing around like a dog: no, don’t

Byakuya: It is unprofessional to fornicate in the workplace.

Cut to the 6th division barracks. Members of the squad are seen cleaning floors and every surface meticulously.

Byakuya, a couple of feet away from them and in range of the camera shot : You can never be too careful.

Nemu, on the side: But according to the data we collected recently from our security footage regarding pigeon flight patterns, we also collected the common paths that the Captains of the Gotei 13 undertake and concluded that Captain L/N and Captain Kyouraku do spend an inordinate amount of time together

Rangiku: why….why are you collecting that data

Gin: oh? You guys only found out about this now? I’ve been spotting them go at it like rabbits for a while now

Rangiku: !?!??!?!?!!?

Gin: Im kidding

Everyone else: ……

Aizen, trying to be a pacifist and hide his taylor swift reputation era mode: They do make a lovely couple

Rangiku: As part of the onmitsukido, surely you might have seen something

Soi fong ,turning red: the lives of other captains matter not to me

Yoruichi: come on soi fong drop the tea

Soi fong: i-i-i m-may have seen them…………

Urahara: Captain L/N? No way *gasps then lights up* Did you know she was my first?

Rangiku: First??????

Urahara : 😌✨ it’s up for interpretation ✨.

Turns to the camera. Backdrop changed to a crayon coloured art piece, advertising candy.

Urahara: If you wanna spy more efficiently on the captains, might i suggest my latest invention, Mars-hollows!

Rangiku: Seeing as how youre the subject of all this gossip and that Captain L/N refuses to make a comment, what say you Captain Kyouraku??

Shunsui: Oh? Yeah, we’re fucking.

Captain Y/N : please take not that Captain Kyouraku has been demoted from fuck buddy to no buddy

Hitsugaya : Rangiku this is what youve been doing instead of your job????!???

fin

#shunsui x y/n #shunsui x reader #shunsui smut #shunsui kyoraku smut #shunsui kyoraku x Reader #bleach smut #bleach x reader #bleach.smut #kyoraku smut #kyoraku shunsui x reader #bleach fanfiction #bleach one shot #bleach fic

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angelltheninth · 1 month

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Hi again love ✨

Not sure if you open to multiple character drabbles if you are not please only do Shunsui. Then again you may all out discard this request if you are not up to it ✨

Could you please do their/his reaction to s/o putting their hands in his shihakusho. S/o hands can either stay on their chest or go lower…ya know✨, up to you.

Characters: Shunsui, Ukitake and Ichigo

Thank you for the ask again. I don't write for Bleach much but these have been fun.

Pairing: Ichigo, Ukitake, Shunsui x Reader

Tags: fluff, slightly suggestive, flirting, kissing, height difference

A/N: I mostly write for Ichigo so safe to say his drabble is the one I'm most confidant in.

Ichigo had a hard time staying still for long, he had a plan for that however: you. Leaning against him from behind, reminding him that he needed to let his body rest after the long battle.

You felt him about to stand up again so you sprung into action, wrapping your arms around him from behind. "Oh no you don't!"

"I'm goin' to the bathroom, or do you wanna follow me there too?" He smrked at you over his shoulder. You cringed at the suggestion but had a perfect comeback.

With your hands sliping down from his chest and lower you leaned up to whisper, "If you want to show me your dick that badly all you have to do is ask me, Ichigo."

His face quickly turned as red as his nickname, "I-Idiot!"

Ukitake noticed how your hands seemed to always find a way to touch the muscles of his chest no matter what position you were in.

Even when you were both relaxing, with you being on top of him your hands still wandered. But they never seemed to stop at just his chest, always going lower to see if you can get a reaction from him.

It always came in the form of his hands grabing hold of your wrists and pulling them further up. "How are you so insatiable? We're only cuddling."

"We're cuddling after you've been gone for a week. Don't blame me for being handsy." He sighed heavily and sat up, making you think he was gonna push you off but instead you watched him tie his hair back.

"Alright." He leaned back with a smirk, "Turn around this way, I want to be pleased too." Those dark eyes were locked on yours, making a familiar heat pool at the pit of your stomach.

You always used Shunsui's shihakusho to pull him into a kiss but your hands rarely stopped there. His muscles were to nice, to temping not to touch when they were at your fingertips.

He never stopped you unless there was something urgent that needed his attention after. Not including the bluge in his pants of course. That was something you caused with full intent and the intent to take care of it yourself.

"Bit lower pretty, you know what I need now." He grinned as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in close, "We have little time, so make this one quick."

"Quick isn't fun." You complain, with no real chance to influence it.

"Make it fast now and I'll make it up to you tonight." He promises before capturing your lips with his and letting your hand follow it's natural path to and under his pants.

#bleach x reader #ichigo x reader #ukitake x reader #shunsui x reader #bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #bleach fluff #bleach drabble #bleach x you #bleach fanfiction #bleach fic #x reader

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yeowangies · 2 months

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At his mercy

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PAIRING: Kenpachi/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, PWP, Oral (f!receiving), Creampie. WARNINGS: Dom/sub undertones. WORDCOUNT: 1677

Summary: You knew Kenpachi was a feral man since before you even met him. What you obviously had no clue about was that those attributes extended to other aspects of his life.

Notes:

First time writing for Kenpachi but I fell in love with him last year, so I had to! I've been thinking about him nonstop!

I wanna write more for him in the future, so please enjoy!

Thank you @actuallysaiyan for supporting me while I was writing this 💕

You knew Kenpachi was a feral man since before you even met him. It was a trait that came with his own name, so you assumed he was aggressive and assertive before seeing him for the first time.

What you obviously had no clue about was that those attributes extended to other aspects of his life. In retrospect, you should have known.

Your entire face was hot from the blood rushing rapidly once Kenpachi had you lying naked on the futon, with your legs forced up and over your chest to completely expose yourself to him. His callous hands held you firmly in position, his fingers digging into the back of your thighs as he looked down at the enticing skin between your legs like it was the most delicious meal ever.

“Look at you,” He grinned widely, obviously smug, as he looked at your entrance already glistening with arousal. “We haven’t even started and you’re this wet already?”

“Shut up,” You yelled, covering your face in embarrassment.

“Pathetic,” He chuckled, and you were about to reply right back until you felt a pair of fingers slide in between your folds, making you yelp.

Your thighs twitched when he pressed the pad of his digits into your clit, dragging out a shaky moan from your lips. The sinful wet sound of that simple action filled you with even more shame and excitement. Kenpachi was still staring at your most intimate part, and while there was a teeny tiny fear inside you that he might be judging you, the wild look in his eyes said otherwise. Not that he had ever said anything malicious about your body when you were naked.

“You look good enough to eat.” Kenpachi licked his lips in a lewd manner that only made you blush deeper.

He fixed his eyes on yours as he leant down, keeping your legs in place as he darted out his tongue to lick a stripe across your entrance. You gasped loudly at the sensation of wet heat pressed against your most sensitive skin, and pleasure traveled through your veins when he started swirling his tongue around. You couldn’t look away; his gaze was attentively following your reaction as you watched him eating you out, and it made your skin ablaze.

Kenpachi didn’t leave any inch of skin untouched. His tongue slid across your folds, spreading your wetness even more, before delving inside you as deeply as possible. The more he tasted you, the louder he groaned, not moving his eyes away from you for even a second as he diligently ate you out. He wasted no time in being delicate or building up the pleasure for you; this was for his own desires and urges, he was indulging himself, drowning himself in your flavor, enjoying the reactions and noises you made as he feasted on you.

If it wasn’t for his hands holding you wide open and completely exposed to him, you would have them tightly closed around his head already. The constant stimulation was making it difficult to even keep your eyes open, but you didn’t want to look away. He looked so delightfully sinful when he had his mouth on you, smirking as he roamed your insides, proud of himself for making you crumble.

Your hand reached for his, intertwining your fingers while he still kept a firm grip of your thigh. It was as sweet as Kenpachi could get in that moment without relenting the move of his tongue against your folds. The heat pooling in your abdomen was increasing rapidly, a talent of his to make you get so close to the edge in so little time. You gasped and moaned uncontrollably, legs trembling the closer you got to your release. He was so good at eating you out, it was almost unfair.

When you threaded your fingers through his hair, you dragged out a whimper as he nudged your clit with his nose, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. You tried using what little strength you had to keep his face as close to your entrance as possible, letting him know you were bound to come any second.

Your orgasm washed over you in a second as you closed your eyes, mind going blank quickly. Your muscles tightened and your toes curled, a shaky moan leaving your lips when he slid his tongue over your folds, tasting every single drop of your release with a chuckle that only prolonged the state you were in.

Completely spent, you looked at Kenpachi when he pulled away. You knew your skin must have been completely red from the strain, but if that wasn’t the case, seeing half of his face glistening from your slick and his saliva would change that. He grinned, cocky as ever, as he eyed you up and down, eyes blown by desire.

“I’m not done fucking you yet.” He slapped your thigh, making you yelp. It was easy for him to maneuver you (it always was, but particularly easy in the current situation), holding your legs open as he positioned himself in between your legs.

Your eyes were glued to his cock once Kenpachi pressed it against your folds, making your body shudder. It never failed to surprise you to see his size; long and thick, and completely hard as it slid between the lips of your entrance, drops of precum adorning the tip. He held his erection in his hand, slapping you with it repeatedly as you jolted, his heated skin making contact with your clit and causing your muscles to twitch.

“Your pussy is asking for my cock,” He said, unashamed as he usually was, but it still made blood rushed towards your face, “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“You already know the answer.” You replied quietly, glaring playfully at him.

Kenpachi smacked his cock against your clit again, making you stutter out a moan.

“Say it.”

“Yes! Yes, I want you to fuck me!”

His dick was sheathed inside you in one swift movement, leaving you completely breathless as you got used to the sudden intrusion. No matter how many times you’d done it, you could never get used to how big he felt at first, your walls clenching around him instantly.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Kenpachi groaned, lascivious smirk on his lips as he stared down at you. “Always so fucking tight.”

Prompting your legs on his shoulders, he started thrusting into you at a ruthless pace, not sparing you even second to adjust to his size. You gasped and yelped with every smack of his hips against your ass, feeling his cock touch every single spot and corner that made you see stars. It was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain; your still sensitive skin pulsed with soreness at the same time that it sent sweet jolts through all your body.

Kenpachi gripped your legs tightly, digging his callous fingers into your thighs, as if he was afraid to let you go. Small moments that made your heart swoon. You hoped he would never let you go, especially then; you tried to hold onto the sheets to keep your position, so his dick would stay inside. It was too hot, too hard, too sensitive, sensations flourishing in your body with every deep thrust he gave, your moans getting louder with each passing second.

“You like my cock that much, don’t you?” He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding down your skin to grab your hips.

A mewl was your only response, lolling your head back as you could barely even register his words, your brain was submerged in aching delight. His hand holding your jaw brought you back momentarily, eyes opening wide to look back at him in surprise.

“You like it when I fuck you with my cock?” His gaze was completely dark, lust taken over. Kenpachi grinned like the feral man he was, obviously amused that you were getting lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

“Yes!” You yelled breathlessly, knowing you were at his mercy. “I love it! I love your cock! Keep fucking me!”

The mocking laugh that Kenpachi let out only made your heart jump because of how absolutely predatory it sounded.

“That’s my girl.”

The hand on your jaw dropped down to your chest, forcefully grabbing one of your breasts, squeezing roughly, making whine. Not that you didn’t like it, but you felt like a live wire, and every simple touch made you shiver.

Kenpachi grunted and didn’t relent from his current pace, and it took no time for your mind to turn white once more. You closed your eyes, whimpering and moaning as he slammed his hips against yours, the head of his cock hitting every place that made you soar. He played with your nipples, pinching and tugging roughly, and it all added to that twisted delight you loved; a little pain only made that fire in your abdomen grow larger rapidly.

Your second orgasm took you off guard; you thought you might have a little more time to enjoy your ordeal but it was inevitable when he knew how to fuck you so good. You let out a breathless whimper, and your body trembled but he kept his grip firm, ramming into you as if he didn’t feel your insides clenching around his dick.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it.” Kenpachi groaned, leaning down to lick up your neck. “So fucking pretty when you come all over my dick.”

When he kissed you, harsh and with pure teeth, his rhythm faltered. He moved faster, unevenly, chasing his own climax. Only letting out a small gasp against his lips, you found out you barely had any strength left, and the way he kept sliding in and out made it so much harder to recover, and you couldn’t even stop shuddering.

You were truly floating when Kenpachi finally came, a hoarse grunt spilling onto your lips as he filled you up with his hot cum, making you moan only last time. At least for that round.

#bleach imagines #bleach fic #bleach smut #bleach x reader #zaraki kenpachi x reader #zaraki kenpachi x you #kenpachi x reader #kenpachi x you #kenpachi smut #my writing

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m-ayo-o · 6 months

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emoji event: 🎀😖💚 sub!kisuke + pervy f!reader 18+ toy use, SUB M! degradation, oh my lord - wc ~1k

"Kisuke!!" Your voice chimes with the bell as you enter his shop again, waltzing round to the back when you don't see him behind the register.

You open the door to the back room of his shop finding him splayed out on the tatami floor with an arm over his face, the other...

Your eyes trail down his body slowly... To find his hand gripping at his cock.

His clothing is all loose, falling off his shoulders, his pants below his hips.

And, as you study his figure in more detail, you notice some kind of clear, rubbery thing wrapped around his dick.

"Kisuke...?"

Can he even hear you?

"Hnn..."

"What're you doing on the floor, babe?"

You're used to his horny antics, but not quite like this. He must've shooed everyone off to have the place to himself. And you, of course. He knew you'd be coming home at some point.

"New toy... Had to try... It's good..."

He reviews the grippy plastic ring in a few words.

You approach him now, tiptoeing closer to see that he's still rock hard, and there's lube right beside his slumped body.

You kneel beside him and pump some more onto his messy cock, making him shiver and tremble.

"O-o-oh that's cold!!"

Then you reach a hand over to feel his new little toy.

It covers his cock nicely, and clear so he can see the smear of lube rubbing all over him, and it opens up at the end- his tip bulges through with each pump.

"Oh," you smirk, the perverted part of you is glad to see his hips moving.

"This thing's pretty nice, huh?"

"Y-yeah, yeah it's good," he replies, still covering his face.

"C'mere" you lean down and nudge his arm away, pressing a kiss to his lips while you pleasure him.

His face is all hot and pink.

"Adorable," you mutter, admiring this innocent look on your man.

"You looking for trouble, sweetie?"

You know you shouldn't push your luck. But you want to.

"Hmm... How many times did you cum already?"

His body arches up now as he starts to moan softly.

"Don't know..." He replies with a sigh.

Your eyes drink up his body- the way he's letting you do this is getting you so horny. He looks different today. He looks weak. And it's doing something to you.

You watch him struggle to fight back his loud gasps when you add more lube, pumping him steadily with the slick toy. One arm still rests over his forehead, where you see his hand start to open from the fist he held clenched tight.

He loses control of his body, moaning your name and grabbing at your thigh with his other hand.

You see his fingers uncurl to reveal something nestled in his palm.

Something... Familiar.

Pink material... Lacy, with bows.

"Kisuke, honey, what are you doing with those?"

You slow your pumping down, right as he was about to tip over and spill his load.

"Nnggh, no no no don't don't fucking stop-!!"

"Hmm," you get slower still, "tell me what you were doing with my panties and maybe I'll let you cum."

Fuck. You've got him. He bites back a grin, enjoying every second of your confident tone. You learn from the best, after all.

"Was jacking off... Thinking about you," he glances up at you, as if to seek approval. "Had to get your panties, my favourites, from the dirty laundry... To wrap around my cock." He winces when you give him a harder pump, starting to speed up again as you enjoy his little story, your arousal pooling with each dirty admission.

"Started fucking myself with this," he glances down to the toy in your palm, "'n had your panties..." He pulls up the pink lace, reenacting the scene by placing them over his face.

His body jolts, smelling the material, feeling the wet pleasure of the fleshlight over his shaft.

You smile, enjoying this situation way too much.

"You're so filthy, Kisuke."

"I, I am?" He asks with fake surprise, still managing to crack a little smile despite his position.

"Yeah," you look him up and down, "you're a fucking filthy pervert."

Oh my fuck he wants you to talk to him like this more often.

"Uhh, hhuh, I am, yeah," he admits, bobbing his head up and down.

You keep stroking him, the squelching of the toy and his panting making such a nice harmony.

"You're always a perv, staring at me, grabbing my ass, using me like a little fucktoy."

You emphasise each point with a hard pump.

"You're so obsessed with me," you look him up and down, settling on his half lidded grey eyes.

You watch him break, his head nodding in agreement as he starts to shove your panties right over his nose. He inhales deeply, groaning and fucking into the toy without inhibition.

"Fucking shameless, aren't you?"

"Uhh huh, baby," his voice trembles.

"Bet you wish this thing was my pussy instead- which one feels better, hmm?"

"Your pussy your pussy feels better, oh, oh my god-"

"So loud, baby, the whole fucking neighbourhood's gonna hear," you chastise, really picking up your pace now with another squirt of lube.

"Does my icky little boy wanna cum now?"

He nods and makes a sound you've only ever heard from your own lips.

"Nnggh, hhnn-" he whimpers and nods.

"You're so gross"

He nods again.

"Pervert, aren't you?"

"Nyhhh-"

You need to hear him.

"Say it. Tell me how filthy you are."

"'m a fucking pervert for you, you, you drive me crazy- get me so hard makes me s-so fucking horny when I think about you, have to touch you, feel you, need you- fuck, needed your smell, the smell of your pussy, oh god, makes- makes me fucking... Nhgg, cum, so hard-"

"My pervy boy, hmm," you muse and stroke him to delusion, watching his dick pump out his white mess all over his abs.

He hums your name over and over, his head thrown back on the floor with his legs spread, hips slowing with the flow of his hot ropes.

And, slowly but surely, he comes down, that familiar smirk replaced on his lips in seconds.

"D'you enjoy that?"

You giggle, a little nervously, watching him sit up, assuming his position above you once again.

"Mhm..." you nod, noticing the intimidating glint in his eyes. There's no way he's going to let you get away with this unscathed.

"Think you're more of a pervert than me."

"Sure!" You scoff.

"Mm, and I think it's your turn now."

He finally pulls the sticky toy off his spent cock, tugging up his pants and starting to stand.

"Come on, up you get."

And he takes you to the bedroom, explaining that he needs to remind you who's in control here.

The softness of his voice does nothing to quell your nerves, seeing him pick up benihime from the cane stand in the hallway.

You know it's sick, but you can't help but feel excited. Perhaps you really are more of a perv than Kisuke.

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do not ask where this came from... ty

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nymphoheretic · 10 months

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Nymph: BLEACH IS BACK!! Have a little repost from my old blog.

Synopsis: Shunsui has a silver tongue. And he shows you truly what it can do.

Warnings: Oral sex (Fem receiving), fingering, praise, squirting, implied sex

Word Count:0.7k

Pairing: Shunsui Kyouraku x F!reader

Network: @enchantedforest-network

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Shunsui was a man of many sweet and tender words; his silver tongue could swoon and charm anyone. He could talk anyone he wanted out of their clothing and into his bed. A few sweetened words and with a charming smile to match his already handsome face? And you were a puddle at his feet.

The quick silver tongue of his easily swayed you into his bed with your legs over his shoulders, fingers curling into his long, chocolate-brown hair as he tasted you. His honey-like words of tender praise echoing in your ears. Your fingers tug at his hair when his tongue flicks over your soaked clit, vibrating it over the sensitive nerve. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream when two of his thick fingers ease inside.

“You’re such a good girl.” He purrs inbetween gentle sucks. “Tastes so good on my tongue. I could spend an eternity feasting on you.” Shunsui kisses your clit, lips melding against the slick flesh as he basically makes out with your pussy. He thrusts his middle and ring fingers into your sopping hole as his other hand pulls back the hood of your clit so that his tongue could tease it even more.

Your back arches off the bed as your fingers tighten in his hair; not sure if it’s to get away from the intense pleasure or to keep his head where it was. Your voice comes out in a keen as he ups the rhythm of his thrusting fingers, twisting them as he moves in and out. “Shunsui!” Pushing at his head when the pressure starts to become too much, you gasp when he locks your legs over his shoulders as his arms come to bar down your hips.

Shunsui looks up from his spot between your silken thighs. “Don’t run from me, pretty girl. You were doing so good for me. Let me make you feel so good, my sweet.” His tongue dips into your quivering hole, licking up a fat stripe through your drooling walls. He hums at the taste that coats his buds. Shunsui moans as he sucks on your lower lips, becoming drunk off of your essence. “You’re so sweet. Better than the finest of sake.”

You feel your face heat with embarrassment as his words sent a streak of fire down your body that settled in the pit of your belly. It tightens with each flick of his skilled tongue; each rough rub of his stubble against your lips as his chin moves up and down. Your clit buzzes, thrums with pleaure as the heat spreads down your belly. “Oh, spirits!” You yelp. Palms striking the mattress as your hips twists to free yourself from his hold. “G’nna cum, Shunsui!”

“Go head, pretty girl. Cum f’me.” He encourages, his voice muffled by your cunt. His fingers twist even more as he thrust them into you. His unrelenting tongue continues to flick over your clit, pushing you closer and closer to that edge. “You’re doing so good.”

“Oh, my…Fuck! Shunsui!” You whine out his name loudly as your walls quivered around his fingers as your slick coats his tongue. Your body goes limp as you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm. Or so you would if Shunsui slowed down his fevered licks and thrusting fingers. Your belly felt tingly as the overstim started to sting. You push at his head in vain, squeezing your thighs together. “Shunsui! Stop it!”

Your clit was throbbing, pulsing in tune with your heartbeat. You felt a weird sensation burning in your tummy and you kept pushing at his head. “Shunsui!” You yelp, pulling at his long brown hair as he slurps at your pussy in lanquid licks. “Please! Feels weird! Like I’m gonna pee!”

Shunsui pauses for a moment, his dark eyes twinkling mischievously. “Just let it go, princess, You did so good for me, Let me reward you by letting you make a mess on my face.” His thumb comes up to swirl over your clit as he places a kiss on your quivering hole. “Let go.”

With one more harsh suck and a skilled flick of his thumb, you let go. A clear jet of liquid shot out of your body, landing on his tongue and chin as it smeared in his stubble. Your chest heaves as you struggle to breathe. “Shun….” you gasp out. “What was…”

He sits up on his elbows, kissing your sticky mound. “I just made you squirt, my dear." Shunsui sits up and unties the sash that holds his pants up, his cock throbbing against his thigh. “Now let’s see if I can make you do that with my cock, shall we?”

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bleachification · 1 year

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a platonic paradox

pairing: grimmjow x reader

warnings: swearing lol thats it

summary: He loves me... he loves me not… he loves me... he... is an emotionally constipated Arrancar with less than desirable social skills and a pension for jealousy. What could possibly go wrong?

One… two… three… four… five shots later, and reality finally starts to blur at the edges. Fuzzier and fuzzier, the strobe lights turn as they cut across blackened space, glowing in feverish haste.

Maybe drinking on an empty stomach isn’t the greatest of your ideas, but no one’s coined you as a genius thus far, and you certainly never claimed to be one. Plus, you have a valid reason for knocking back a row of tequila: men. Or, more specifically, one man who goes by the name Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez—the bane of your existence and one of your closest friends. However, friend is a term you use very loosely after the earlier fight.

The mere thought of him incites another scowl from you… and a sixth shot that slides down your throat like oil in a car—smooth and familiar.

You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to face the person on your left—a head of ginger pops into view, only to be pushed aside by a tiny girl with an irritated yet concerned expression pasted onto her delicate features. Inoue only smiles as Rukia takes her spot next to you and inspects the row of shot glasses on the booth table in front of you.

“You need to stop,” Rukia demands.

You barely register her words over the thumping bass of the speakers. The club is a swarm of warm bodies, alcohol, pulsing lights, and wall-shaking music. Through the haze and humidity, you make out the DJ standing at the south end of the venue, directly opposite your booth.

“You worry too much.” You wave your hand, dismissing Rukia.

She tries prying the drink you just ordered from your hands but fails miserably.

“For good reason! We’re going to have to carry you home at this rate.”

Orihime pats Rukia on the shoulder in a calming manner. It doesn’t quite work, but she tries anyway. Ever the pacifist.

“I think Rukia’s trying to say that we’re worried about you. What exactly happened?”

Ichigo appears from the crowd and slides in next to his fiancé, beer in hand. “Yeah, what’s going on? You called us out without explanation and started drinking like you were on a personal mission to destroy your liver.”

“I can handle my liquor.” You roll your eyes at your friends’ questioning looks.

“Y/N,” Orihime presses.

You groan. “Fine! Fine.”

They all wait expectantly as you down another drink. Every shot turns the world one degree mistier.

“Grimmjow and I got into a fight,” you grit out. The words taste like gravel on your tongue.

The three of them exchange a look.

You frown. “What?”

“It’s just… isn’t that pretty common?” Ichigo asks.

“No. We argue, sure, but today he… went too far. He was being an asshole—more so than usual. You’d think he’d be nicer to the person who acclimated him to human society. Stupid overgrown cat,” you huff.

“What did he say?” Ichigo takes a swig of his beer.

You pause. The whole argument that led to this moment was dumb. So dumb that you can’t even remember what instigated it. All you recall is the hurt washing over you at the end—a vile, sickening sensation that festered like rot in your chest because of the words Grimmjow bit out right before you walked out the door: You’re nothing special.

In hindsight, what he said wasn’t even that awful. Yet it shredded you the moment it left his lips. Perhaps you took it so hard because you thought you were special to him—in the same way he is to you. The irritating reality is Grimmjow has grown to become one of your closest confidantes. Your best friend. To be cast aside like that… to mean nothing of importance to him… is a harsh and gutting revelation—one that sets fire to your throat and incinerates whatever affection you had left for him to absolute ash.

“Nothing of importance,” you mutter.

The others don’t pry any further, sensing you no longer want to talk about it. They’d be right; you don’t want to talk about it… you don’t even want to think about it, especially since the earlier alcohol-induced buzz has now morphed into full-on drunk goggles.

“I’m gonna go dance.” You’re already halfway across the dance floor before Rukia scrambles to catch up with you.

Orihime slides her attention over to her fiancé. “Uh. Kurosaki?”

Ichigo dials a number into his phone and brings it to his ear. “Already on it.”

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It is 1:58 am, and Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez has never been more miserable in his entire life. Not when he was a mindless hollow, not even when he lost to Ichigo—that orange-haired freak of nature.

No. The almighty former Espada has been reduced to a mopey mess by a mere human. And an annoying one at that.

It’s been almost five hours since Grimmjow last heard from you. Four of them he’s spent trying to convince himself you’d come back soon like you always do—with that gentle smile on your face that he’s grown disgustingly accustomed to.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Grimmjow clenches the phone in his hand and his arm jerks—almost chucking the device at the insufferable clock ticking in the corner. It is a constant reminder that you haven’t returned to him. He only stops himself from throwing the phone once he remembers how much the hunk of metal had cost him.

Stupid human inventions.

If it weren’t for the need to constantly message and call you about, well… anything really, Grimmjow would never have spent a cent on the damned thing.

The phone clatters onto the coffee table as Grimmjow resumes his prior (pitiful) position on the couch: flat on his stomach, face down, and legs draped over the edge.

Grimmjow frowns—pouts—into the cushions. Twenty minutes pass. Then thirty. Finally, a vibration cuts through the air.

Someone’s calling him.

Grimmjow jerks up and unceremoniously falls off the couch in haste to check the notification. His high hopes are immediately dashed when a familiar contact name comes into view: Prick. His shoulders slump, and he lets it ring a couple of times before lazily thumbing the screen to answer the call.

“The hell do you want?”

“Are you busy?” Ichigo’s voice is barely perceptible amidst the deafening music blaring through the phone’s speakers.

Grimmjow grimaces, pulling his ear away from the phone, then glances at the coffee table in front of him. A half-melted tub of chocolate ice cream stares back, a mocking reminder of his dramatics grief. Just above the sugary mess sits a large-screen TV—one currently playing a series of films that fit perfectly under the “romantic comedy” genre.

Grimmjow turns around and faces away from the scene. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Who do you think I am? Of course, I’m fucking busy.”

“Right… guess I’ll get Y/N home by mys—“

With keys in hand, Grimmjow is already headed out the door when he gruffly cuts Ichigo off. “Address. Now.”

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Tall, dark, and handsome wraps an arm around your waist as you sway to the suggestive beat.

Rukia’s long gone. You lost sight of her when the crowd drew you further into the dance floor. You don’t particularly care where the shinigami went—probably back to the booth—as the alcoholic haze clouding your mind bars you from focusing on anything but the gorgeous man next to you. He leans in, clearly interested in something other than dancing, but still asks: “Would you like to dance?”

You study his features. Short black hair sweeps over honey-brown eyes that are shadowed by long lashes. He smirks, showing off a dimple on his left cheek. He’s a looker, for sure.

Not bad at all, but nowhere near Grimmjow.

The thought jolts you. Grimmjow has nothing to do with the person beside you. So why is it that every passing second serves as a reminder of him?

You shake those useless thoughts away and plaster a lazy smile on your face. You pull the stranger towards you and wrap your arms around his neck as you move to the beat. He presses up against you, forehead on yours. His lips are millimetres from yours, and his lidded gaze glitters with desire. You welcome it.

For once, you’re lost to the dizzying heat and drunken thrills of the night, and you’re ready to get lost in the arms of a stranger—someone who, hopefully, will distract you from the man plaguing every dark corner of your mind.

A tilt of the chin brings you closer to him. He leans in, and you close your eyes, ready for a welcome distraction. But before your lips can meet, the man across from you is harshly yanked back, and a flurry of familiar voices bombards you from all directions.

You blink twice, trying to take in the scene before you.

Firstly, Grimmjow is here. He’s clutching so tightly onto your poor dance partner’s shoulder that it’s a miracle his collarbone hasn’t shattered. The guy looks terrified… and for a good reason. Grimmjow is pissed. Hell, even that would be an understatement. An air of rage so heavy you almost mistake it for spiritual pressure ripples off him in waves. His normally cavalier expression is distorted. Gone are his usual smirks or annoyed scowls. In their place sits a mask of absolute crazed, seething fury. If looks could kill, this whole club would be home to a mountain of corpses by now.

Secondly, the shouts you hear originate from Ichigo and the two girls; all three are trying to push through the crowd to make it to you and the blue-haired psychopath before you. Thanks to the dark atmosphere, overbearing music, and the fact you’re all in an isolated corner of the club, no one else seems to notice the complete disaster unfolding before your eyes.

Ichigo breaks through the sea of people and immediately hooks his arms under Grimmjow’s. It takes almost all his strength to drag the Arrancar back a metre or two.

Ichigo struggles to keep Grimmjow at bay. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’ll kill you after I get my hands on him. Fucking let go!” Grimmjow pulls free from Ichigo’s grasp and steps toward the other man.

That split second snaps you to attention, and you run to block him. In less than a second, you’re in front of the other guy and facing a murderous Grimmjow; arms spread out in a protective stance. You wobble a bit and curse yourself for getting this inebriated.

Grimmjow freezes. The look in his eyes—a strange mixture of annoyance, hurt, and unfathomable anger—makes you uneasy.

“What, pray tell, are you doing?” You mentally high-five yourself for not slurring your words. It isn’t easy in your current state.

Grimmjow scoffs. “You’re actually protecting this guy?”

Said guy peeps up with: “Look, I’m sorry. Didn’t realize you had a partner.”

You turn to him and scrunch your nose. “I am not his partner.”

Grimmjow makes a snarling sound behind you.

You whip back towards him. “And you. Are you insane?! Why the hell would you do that?”

Grimmjow shifts closer. You have to tilt your head up to glare at him. His breath fans your face as he answers.

“He put his hands on you. You think I’m just gonna let that shit slide?” He’s speaking low. Rough. Dangerous.

You open your mouth to retort, only to find yourself dangling upside down from Grimmjow’s shoulder. He just hauled you up like a sack of flour.

This bastard.

As if on instinct, you immediately start wiggling in his grasp and thumping on his back, yelling at him to put you down. The struggling only drives him to tighten his hold on you as he marches the two of you out the club doors.

“Keep doing that, and I’ll drop you.”

Bastard move.

“Put me down!” You let out a yell in irritation. Grimmjow pretends not to hear you.

From your peripheral vision, you catch sight of Rukia, followed by the other two, scrambling to catch up. Orihime apologizes profusely to the bouncer at the door for the commotion caused by the man carrying you.

“Ichigo, help!”

Ichigo only shakes his head in disappointment as Grimmjow increases his pace.

Traitor.

Maybe it’s the liquid courage. Or perhaps it’s because you’ve finally lost it, but you raise a hand and land a hard smack on Grimmjow’s ass.

He stiffens. “What the f-“

“I’ll do it again if you don’t put me down this instant, you goddamn psychopath,” you warn.

Instead of complying, he shifts you until you’re being carried in his arms bridal-style. He just cut off your accessibility to his ass. Although you can’t ponder that disappointment for too long, the realization of what he’s about to do dawns on you when he takes a slow step backward.

“Grimmjow, don’t you dare-“Your own shriek cuts you off as he rips through the air and propels you toward the sky. You can only tighten your hold on his neck and bury your face in his shoulder as biting winds whip around you at the speed of light. Despite the cool night air, Grimmjow is warm to the touch. In less than five seconds, you’re staring at the front door of his apartment.

The son of a bitch just sonido-ed you across the city.

Grimmjow finally puts you down as he fishes the keys from his pocket. The whole time he hasn’t said a single word to you.

“Why are we here?” You reluctantly follow him into the familiar unit.

He has his back turned to you. Broad shoulders hunch over as he removes his shoes. Three seconds later, he flops onto the couch while running a hand down his face, quietly letting out a sigh of exhaustion and a hint of something else.

You sit in the spot next to him and pull your legs up. You shift until you’re facing him and only inches away.

You poke him in the stomach. It’s a habit you have that Grimmjow complains about constantly, but he never actually takes any action to stop it.

“Hey. Answers. Now,” you interrogate.

He lazily peeks at you; head still lolled back on the back of the couch. Grimmjow moves and his shifting weight causes you to dip forward. Typically, you’d be able to straighten yourself up. However, drunk you has precisely zero sense of balance, so you topple right into Grimmjow’s lap.

Grimmjow almost jumps out of his skin at the unexpected contact. You feel your cheeks flame up in embarrassment as you try to push yourself back up, only to lose your balance again and fall back against him. Your face presses up against his stomach, and the heat clouds all your senses. You feel even drunker than before.

“For fucks sake.” Tired of your struggling, Grimmjow pulls you up until you’re sat in his lap and face-to-face with him. You try to ignore the fact that you’re basically straddling him. You really try to ignore his hands resting on the side of your thighs. The contact causes something within you to flare up—an unsettling feeling you push away to the furthest corner of your mind.

“Well, this is nice. We’ve reached a new level of friendship now,” you snort. Thankfully, your stable tone doesn’t betray your wavering nerves.

Grimmjow’s jaw tenses. “Right. Friendship.”

You almost reel back. He spits that last part out like it is laced with poison. A sting of disappointment shoots through you, and you move to get off him. Right now, you want to be as far away from him as possible in fear of Grimmjow seeing the tears that have begun to prick the back of your eyes.

If he hates being your friend that badly, then there’s no way he’d ever reciprocate…

“Hey. You crying?”

To your surprise, Grimmjow grabs you by the hips and pulls you back, caging his huge arms around you to prevent you from escaping. His eyebrows furrow as he leans in to examine your face. You muster up every ounce of willpower to suck the tears back into the confines of your eyelids.

“You look like a bug,” Grimmjow murmurs.

You pinch his cheek with a scowl, mind briefly wiped of your previous grievances.

“Bastard.”

He doesn’t even flinch. “You stopped crying.”

“I never started,” you retort.

He makes a noncommittal noise.

“What?”

He grunts, eyes still fixated on your own. “Trying to figure out why you ran away.”

You gape at him. He has to be kidding. Right?

“Okay, first of all, I did not run away; I left because you pissed me off. Second of all, are you serious?

Your exasperation only fuels his confusion. Grimmjow’s face scrunches, and he tilts his head only slightly, but enough to emphasize how baffled he is by this whole situation.

You falter. This whole night you have agonized over his words, never once considering that he may not find fault in what he said. Maybe he never intended to hurt you and only meant to state a fact: that you simply don’t mean anything special to him.

Do you occupy such a minuscule part of his heart? Given that he takes up all the space you have to offer in yours, it is an unnecessarily cruel twist of fate.

You steel yourself. Grimmjow is your friend. Nothing less… and certainly nothing more. He has drawn that line very clearly—in bright, irreversible red.

“Forget it. It’s nothing,” you murmur.

He shoots you a look; he doesn’t believe you. “Oi. Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” you insist.

His eyes narrow, and he slowly drawls your name. Irritation coats the word like honey as he presses you for a different answer.

With a shake of your head, you cement your refusal to budge. Nothing good could come from that conversation, and you would rather suffer in silence than lose Grimmjow as a friend—which is the only outcome you can fathom.

“I… it doesn’t matter. Not like you’d care.” The last part is practically inaudible to the human ear. Unfortunately for you, Grimmjow’s senses are anything but human.

He stiffens, looking like he’d just been slapped hard. “What the fuck are you on about? Who told you that? I’ll kill ‘em.”

“No one told me Grimmjow… no one other than you, at least. It’s obvious you don’t care to be friends anymore,” you scoff and look away, too anxious to meet his eyes.

Every single muscle of Grimmjow’s goes rigid. You sneak a glance at him and pause at the storm brewing in his gaze. Tides of emotions threaten to overwhelm one another, but at the forefront of the tumultuous battle flashes an intensity you are very familiar with: desperation.

Grimmjow tips his chin down, lessening the gap between your faces… and lips. What comes out of his mouth next scarcely breaks above a whisper, but the words themselves bear a threatening weight.

“Obvious to who? Because last time I checked, you’re the only human I ever speak to willingly, the only person whose touch I don’t find repulsive, and the only one who can mouth off to me in my own damn house and not die for it. So tell me, Y/N, who is that obvious to? Because it sure as hell ain’t me,” he snarls.

You blink. That sobers you up. Any and all words dying in your throat as you take in everything. You only manage to find your voice again after a minute of deliberation.

“Then why did you say that I wasn’t special? You’re giving me mixed signals here,” you whisper.

Realization dawns on him like an iron curtain as your response dwindles in the hushed air. He shifts again. This time, switching his grip on your thigh to the curve of your waist. His hands settle firmly, yet gently, on your side, and the warmth resonates through your bloodstream, making it increasingly difficult to focus on the present situation. You try anyway.

“Is that why you ran away?”

You roll your eyes. “I didn't run.”

He shrugs. “My bad. Is that why you abandoned me?”

For a split second, Grimmjow’s sulking reminds you of a kicked puppy. A crass, six-foot-one puppy with blue fur and murderous tendencies. Your fingers twitch with an almost overwhelming desire to run them through his hair. You settle for flicking him in the forehead instead.

“Don’t be so dramatic. You’re acting like I fled the country rather than go to a club ten minutes away.” You absently brush a stray strand of his hair aside, not thinking much of it. Grimmjow, however, sucks in a sharp breath and you pause as a glint of something flits across his gaze… something intimate.

A trick of the light, surely.

“You–” Speech morphs to muffled protests as you press a hand to Grimmjow’s mouth, effectively cutting off whatever he was going to say.

“You still owe me some answers,” you remark.

“Mmm… to what?” He’s getting sleepier; the lull in his voice is a clear indication. Warmth blooms across your skin as Grimmjow droops forward and nestles his head into the crook of your shoulder, leaning into you as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“How about why you ruined my perfectly good night out?” You feel his head turn, breath hot like coals against your neck. A chill shoots down your spine at the slight contact, and you ignore the tingling sensation in your stomach that feels an awful lot like butterflies—millions and millions of them.

He scowls. “What, you’re that upset over not seeing lover boy again?” His arms tighten around you, “You could’ve had a better night with me. Here. Like this.”

You draw in a sharp breath as his forehead meets yours. Space is a minuscule concept now as his face hovers mere centimetres from yours. Your mind swims with a torrent of mixed feelings and thoughts.

“Grimmjow…”

“I’m sorry.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“For what I said. I didn’t mean it—any of it. Swear on my life.” His voice is strained, as if not used to the taste of those words on his tongue.

You want to believe him, truly. But the emotional, irrational side of you forsakes that possibility.

You’re nothing special.

The knife in your heart, previously forgotten, now twists again as you recall his words. For a brief second, you wonder if it would be better to feel nothing at all. To bear an empty chest, much like the hollow hole carved into the Arrancars. Perhaps that’s what you need—to lose your heart and live as they do, void of all sensations that make up human nature.

“It’s fine, Grimmjow. You don’t… experience things like I do. It’s not your fault I got upset over such a trivial matter,” you sigh.

He pulls back, something akin to guilt and shock shuttering across his handsome face. “So I did hurt you.”

You swallow, unsure how to face this new vulnerability of his.

“Tell me how to fix this. How to fix us,” he pleads.

“There is no us,” you say. The distance between you and Grimmjow is practically nonexistent, yet you find yourself unable to face him.

“Bullshit,” he spits.

You shake your head, a migraine already forming in its center. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Grimmjow. I can never seem to understand what you want!” Your anger rises with each sentence, but you don’t stop and let the emotion fuel you, “I saw us as friends. Best friends. But then you go and act like I’m nothing to you, only to turn around and get all pissy like a fucking cat marking its territory when I dare spend my night with someone who isn’t you. So for the love of god, what do you want from me?!”

“I want you.”

Your head snaps up. “What?”

“Next to me, in my bed in the morning, in my arms. Wherever I am, whenever it is… I want you with me,” he states plainly. Too casual, acting as if he didn’t just drop the biggest bomb on you, wiping every semblance of your anger away with pure, unbridled shock.

You ignore your racing pulse and focus on the intensity of his gaze instead. “You don’t believe in romance. You told me that.”

“I didn’t believe in many things before I met you.” He presses a searing kiss to the inside of your palm before leaning into it, your touch a familiar comfort.

“Like what?”

Heaven. Home. Love, probably.

He grunts. “Secret.”

“That’s not fair,” you tease. The hope rising within you gives way to giddiness and a whole new sensation: relief.

Grimmjow wants you the same way you want him. Perhaps even more so.

“What’s not fair is being iced out for a whole day while waiting for you, only to witness that thing wrapped around you like some fucking parasite.”

“He was not a parasite.”

“Looked like one to me. Ugly. Small. Easy to step on.”

“You called me a bug earlier. Doesn’t that mean we’re meant to be?” You’re torturing him at this point. It's incredibly amusing.

Grimmjow’s eyes darken. Two slits of obsidian that burn with jealousy and something else under the surface. Something even more dangerous.

“Say that again.”

You only laugh. It is a light sound that eases the tension in both the air and Grimmjow’s shoulders. He’s missed your laugh—craves it more than a drowning man would for air.

After a few seconds longer, he inevitably feels his lips pull upwards into a crooked smile—a special kind that appears solely in your presence.

Your giggles falter into a faint smile when you notice Grimmjow smirking at you. He absently draws circles on your hip with his fingers, lazily tracing the curve of your back as you ask: “What exactly are we?”

“Dunno,” he half-mumbles, too preoccupied with snuggling into your neck.

You let out a soft chuckle as his hair tickles your cheek. “Grimmjow.”

He groans, the sound reverberating against the skin of your collarbone—the place his mouth presses against. ”Does it matter? You’re mine. I’m yours. All I care about.”

“This won’t be easy,” you say.

“Yeah, well, I signed up for you, which is anything but easy. So don’t worry,” he pulls back slightly so that you’re both face to face. “I know exactly what I’m getting myself into. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You barely register Grimmjow’s words before he leans in and roughly kisses you.

And it is the best damn kiss of your life.

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itjazzbicch · 11 months

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2 A.M.

Pairing: Soft/Upset!Ichigo Kurosaki x Reader

First time writing for Ichigo so I hope I did well!

Summary: After saying some hurtful words during the heat of a battle, the reader and Ichigo's friendship is clearly affected by this, not seeing each other for days, when randomly, Ichigo come to talk in the middle of the night...

Warnings: None! Just fluff

Word Count: 0.9k

The rain in the night fell like sad tears, hearing the drops even while in the shower. Dead in the night, only the sound of water falling as I stood there, subconsciously washing away the soap that covered my body while I relived a painful memory in my head:

"You're just not strong, Y/N!"

"You're only in my way, so just disappear!"

I understood that everything Ichigo, our friends, and myself had been facing, Aizen and the Arrancars, was a matter of life or death, but all I wanted to do was use my powers to help.

I wasn't sure what the source of my power was, but I was no weakling and surely not a coward. Ichigo's strength was admirable. All of us looked at him as a ray of hope.

All I wanted was to help him, so he didn't have to carry such a heavy burden on his own, and that's what he screamed at me.

I haven't seen Ichigo since that day and they may have been just words, but they hurt my heart as if I could feel my heart-breaking piece by piece when those words replayed in my head.

Even after turning off the shower, water droplets were slowly falling on my feet. They were tears. No matter how hard I tried not to think about it, it was the only thing I could think about.

Like a zombie, I dried off and dressed for bed, tossing my towel into the hamper, making my way to my bed, and fixing my pillow. I was bound to have another restless night, wrapping myself with a blanket before I went to lay down and there were knocks on my door.

It was 2 a.m. Far too late for any guests to come, let alone on a rainy night.

With my luck, it'd be Chad or Uryu, wanting to go kill some hollows, but when I opened the door just enough to look with one eye, that bright, orange hair was my first sight, then Ichigo's big, brown eyes.

"Hey, Y/N," He only whispered, some pain in his voice as he spoke, but asked politely, "I know it's pretty late, but I can't sleep, and I need to talk to you. Can I come in?"

I only nodded, leaving the door open for him to enter, scooting my feet back into my room, laying on my side with my back facing him as he followed.

"What do you want to talk about?" I sighed, curling up into my blanket.

He wasn't responding which only made me anxious, my heart racing, mixing with confusion as I felt his body weighing onto my bed, pupils expanding when his arms wrapped me into a tight embrace, able to hear the shakiness in his voice as he whispered:

"I'm sorry. For what I said. For everything."

I truly didn't know what to say, letting him allow his own emotions to be set free as his hold around me tightened, shaking slightly, even sniffling as he continued:

"I just-; I was so scared of losing you. I just didn't want you to get hurt. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you. It would be all my fault."

"Ichigo," I cooed softly, understanding where he was coming from, rolling carefully to face him, "I know that you don't want anyone, let alone the people you care about, to get hurt. Trust me, I get that because I'm the same way. But-"

Lifting his head, moonlight shimmering past his teary eyes, I had to look him in the eye, to make sure he knew:

"You don't have to do all of this alone."

Tears began rolling down his cheek as he listened to what I had to say, wiping it away and assuring him:

"I know you're strong. Stronger than anyone that I know. Sometimes, strong people need help too and there's nothing wrong with that."

As a response, all he could do was hug me, hugging me so tight and I made sure to return it. His words from before hurt, but I knew now, that he didn't mean it. I'd never even seen him cry before, so that showed how serious he was. All he wanted was to make sure I didn't get hurt by those Arrancars.

"Even by chance, if something did happen to me, that's alright, Ichigo," I whispered with my voice beginning to crack, meaning with all my heart, "You fight with your all to protect all of us. I'd do the same for you. Even if I died doing it. As long as you're okay, I'd die happy."

Now, we were both crying silently, clinging to each other and showing how we felt the same, eyes shut tight till I felt him pick up his head, hand holding my face.

His eyes were still closed, both lungs and brain not working when his lips came to mine, my own eyes closing tight to shake off the disbelief, pressing my lips a bit harder to feel how real this was, not showing it, but desperate for air when our lips parted, our eyes meeting in sequence as they opened at the same time.

"I just never want anything bad to happen to you," He whispered with a deep breath, knowing what he meant, "Never."

"I know," There was never a guarantee of making it out of this safe when the worst was yet to come, but something deep inside of me just knew that we'd all make it out alright, "Just trust me, Ichigo,"

Cuddling back to him, I took the chance to hold him instead, and he hugged me all the same, both of us able to relax for the first time in quite some time, placing a kiss on top of his head:

"We're going to make it out of this."

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yutaoko · 4 months

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Desire (Aizen x Female Reader)

NSFW warning!! Contains degrading, slutshaming etc.

Note: this is my first ever post and also my first ever time writing smut for a bleach character so it might not be great :’) hope you enjoy tho!

There was something about Aizen that was mysterious. Was it the way he looked at you? Or perhaps the way his eyes would gaze into yours, almost piercing them? You felt uneasy, but for some reason you craved the idea of wanting to be dominated by this man. You wanted him to do unspeakable things to you, but deep down you were still afraid of him.

You were walking down an empty hallway, a sudden chill running through your body. You were almost certain that you could feel the presence of someone here. And yes, you were right. You felt someone suddenly grab your hand and pull you into a room. Before you could scream, a cold hand covered your mouth.

“Quiet. Not a single sound.” Aizen spoke, in a cold tone.

You could feel your heart pounding against your ribs. The room was slightly dark but you could still manage to see your surroundings. Your heart almost dropped as you looked down, realising that you were sat on top of Aizen’s lap. One hand covering your mouth while the other rested against your thigh.

Aizen removed his hand from your mouth. He let out a small laugh.

“Now I finally have you all to myself.” He whispered in your ear. You suddenly jumped at his voice, but Aizen held you down, then turned you around to face him.

“I didn’t say you could leave, Y/N.” He said, staring into your eyes. You gulped nervously while admiring his features up close. Aizen smirked, as if he realised that you were checking him out.

His eyes immediately darted towards your body. The way your figure was so perfect made his cock twitch. It was clear that he needed you.

You suddenly felt something hit between your legs. You let out a small gasp.

Aizen’s eyes immediately widened, a smirk appearing on his face.

“Grind on me, Y/N. Show me what that body of yours can do.” He demanded, lifting your chin up with his finger.

Your cheeks immediately became hot.

“Yes, Aizen.” You said obediently. You didn’t know if you said that in fear or because of the fact that this was something you wanted to do for so long.

You slowly began grinding against Aizen’s clothed cock. His smirk widened.

“Hell yeah. That’s more like it.” He said.

You bit your lip as you kept going, his cock growing harder by the minute.

“Alright, you can stop now.” He said, holding you.

He slowly got up then held out his hand, waiting for you to take it.

You held his hand and he pulled you up, walking towards an empty bed that was at the end of the room. He gently laid you down on it.

He began tugging at your shirt, then lifted it off. He did the same with the pants, then threw both the shirt and the pants to the side.

“You’ve been hiding this amazing body from me…how shameful.” He said, as he leaned forward and towered above you.

He leaned in close to your face and kissed you, your tongues violently clashed against eachother. You gently moaned in between. Aizen slowly pulled away.

His hands slid towards your bra, unhooking it then pulling it off. Your breasts bounced as they were freed, which made Aizen’s cock throb even more. He leaned forward and began licking your nipple, earning moans and whimpers from you while his soft brown hair tickled against your skin.

He immediately moved back, a wide grin on his face as he looked at you.

He began to remove your panties, sliding them off. His fingers circulated around your pussy, causing you to whimper slightly from the tickling sensation.

“Aizen wh-”

Without warning, Aizen immediately stuck 2 fingers inside your entrance, earning a loud moan from you.

“Do not say anything.” Aizen said.

He slowly leaned forward.

“Slut.” He said in your ear, his cold voice sending goosebumps throughout your body.

He leaned back then took his fingers out. He started undoing his pants. Your eyes widened.

“But isn’t it too e-”

“Early?” Aizen interrupted you. “Y/N, there is no such thing as ‘too early’.

He looked at you.

“I could’ve just fucked you right from the start if I wanted to.” He smirked, pulling his pants down and revealing his hard cock.

He placed it over your entrance, grinding the tip against it. You began shaking uncontrollably.

“Now, beg for it like a good girl.” He said.

“A-Aizen…I need…”

“Hm? I can’t hear you.” Aizen said.

“I need…”

“…it.”

“You need what? Speak louder, Y/N.” Aizen said.

“I NEED IT!!!!” You yelled.

“You really are desperate for it, huh.” He laughed.

“Prepare yourself. I’m going to destroy you tonight, my slut.”

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j-u-u-z-o · 6 months

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Sharing is Caring (Renji Abarai x F.Reader) 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: Hey y’all! I’ve been thinking about this scenario for a while now and I had a hard time choosing which character would suit it. It was between Ikkaku, Kisuke and Renji. So I chose Renji! Cos’ I’ve never written anything about the guy. I kinda went soft on writing him cuz I had to control myself 😩. Or did it? Anyway! Of course, you can use any character to your liking. I had fun writing this. Enjoy! 💕😉

PS: there might be a part two to this. 😚 *fingers crossed*

Synopsis: Renji wants some more time with you before bedtime but you’re ignoring him . you want to watch your favorite movie in peace while eating a good ol’ Twix chocolate bar in your hand. What’s he gonna do?

⚠️WARNING: NSFW‼️, slow burn, fore playing, fingering, sneaky n’ spicy pineapple head, squirting, GRAMMAR.

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It’s finally Friday.

You’re sitting comfortably on the small couch at renji’s place. You’re also watching a horror movie while eating a Twix bar - that you picked up from the candy bowl, on the small table in front of you. Meanwhile, Renji is washing the dishes after eating a delicious dinner with you.

Soon after, Renji dragged out a long sigh as he walked into the living room. He saw you invested in eating the chocolate bar, your eyes wide open as loud screams and shattered glass came from the tv screen.

She looks hypnotized. He snorted to himself.

Hmmm. A smirk came up on his face, slowly. He quietly walked towards the back of the sofa. Careful not to make the wooden floor creak; Getting closer to his prey. The screams were so intense and relentless that you didn’t hear renji walk into the living room. Until…“Boo!” A pair of hands suddenly grabbed your shoulders. “Aaah!!” Your eyes closed shut. Your body felt completely empty from the scare. you turned your head and screamed at the red-headed man.

“Renji! Why would you...Don’t do that! You know I’m watching a scary movie, jeez!” You yelled, not realizing that you’re squeezing the poor chocolate bar. Almost falling out of the wrapper.

“Well then. I’m glad you got frightened.” He smirked, your eyebrows twitched. “because you’re eating the last Twix bar.” He pouted, raising himself and crossed his arms. You watched him. Getting a better view of him now. His broad body - his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, tattoos covering up to his head; his hair in a messy bun. Yeah. He’s hot. But that’s not the point! You lost your train of thought.

“Oiii. Y/nnnn.” He called you, pointing at the bar. You blinked. “Eh?” You looked down at the source in your hand. half of it literally on the verge to fall out of the package. “Pffft!” You laughed. Oops. “You can’t be serious! You turned your head back to look at him. “It’s just a chocolate bar, Renji.”

“That you didn’t even share. With your boyfriend.” He continued to pout, walking around the couch to sit next to you. You snorted at his reasoning; You were going to protest but he cut you off, “Make room for me.” You moved over a bit - your legs folded to the side. You watched the red-headed man; trying not to laugh - bitting your bottom lip.

He sat next you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Pulling you closer to his chest. “Here.” You quickly aimed the half broken chocolate bar to his lips. He leaned down pulled it out with his teeth and and ate it. Your listened to the crunchy sounds. “Feel better now, baby?” you emphasized, smiling up at him. Renji didn’t miss it. He just chewed until he was satisfied. “Yeah.” He licked his lips, looking at the tv screen.

“You’re such a baby, Baby.” You pointed out, poking his left cheek with your index finger. “I’m not.” He said, looking serious.

Liar. You looked at back the tv screen and wrapped your arm across his midsection, and slowly caressed it, while your head laid on his broad shoulder.

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Moments later, you found yourself leaning against the armrest of the couch. Almost halfway through the movie; Leaving Renji alone. His eyes slowly turned to your direction. Clearly, you’re still deeply invested in the movie. But, he isn’t. As loud banging noises, gore, and screaming filled the dark room, renji moved closer to your side. Careful not to interrupt you.

He gently lifted your folded right leg and puts it in between his legs. You scoot over a bit to stretch your back - feeling a bit better after sitting on your side for a while. His fingers then circled your inner thigh. Making you squirm under his touch. Feeling the feathery sensation from his rough calloused fingers, he gently kneaded it. “Is my leg that interesting to you, babe?” You giggled, letting him continue his task. He grinned, “Hm. Maybe.” His brown orbs followed his hand slowly grazing your soft skin - gliding it up and down your thigh.

He moved closer to you - wrapping an arm around your waist; pulling you closer to him as he started leaving kisses on your shoulder. His other hand continued to caress your inner thighs. eventually moving it up to skim your midsection. His lips felt so warm and comforting on your skin - feeling relaxed from his ministrations while you watched the movie. Then, his hand slid down to knead your inner thigh again. “Mmm.” You giggled. “Your hand is very warm, babe.” You praised him while you watched the movie. A throaty chuckle was heard from him while he kissed your shoulder.

He stopped leaving gentle pecks on your shoulder and said, “I know.” He bit his bottom lip and his eyes looked up at you, slowly yet slyly. He slid his hand down to your covered pussy while checking to see your reaction. You shivered when you felt his fingers slowly move in the -right- leg hole of your shorts from underneath. you breathed in deeply when his rough callous pads brushed passed your puffy lips to stroke your folds, side to side. You listened to him hum close to your ear; finding out that you aren’t wearing panties.

“No panties, babe?” He mumbled, your pussy throbbing as he stroked your hole with his middle finger, teasingly. You shook your head before he slid his fingers up to rub your clit in circles. He smirked while he looked at you. Beginning to feel your slick arousal on his fingertips. “Hm. I like your honesty.” He softly chuckled, knowing that you like it.

He then moved his hand away and palmed your pussy above the fabric. You can feel a wet spot on your crotch on your shorts - the thin layer making it easier for his fingers to rub your clit and how slippery the fabric was getting while doing so. “Mm.” You softly moaned, your clit throbbing at the sensation. he leaned closer to you - his chest resting on your side, he began kissing up your neck softly. You felt the warm exhales on your neck while continued he circled your throbbing nub.

“Mmm.” You whined, feeling his lips on that one spot that makes you flutter. He form a smirk on your neck while the sounds of his soft lips smacked against your skin; distracting you. “Ren.” You whispered, sitting up properly after laying on the armrest of the couch. “What are you doing?” You asked softly, looking at him. trying not to seem turned on by his actions. his eyes glowered and he bit his bottom lip. You held your breath for a second. You saw it. And he knows you can’t get over at how attractive he is.

“you know what I’m doing.” He mumbled, now moving his hand up to caress your midsection. You tucked your lips in. “What? You don’t believe me?” He pretended to seem concerned. You slowly shook your head. He slid his hand down to your inner thigh and stroked it. Up and down. “Ma. I thought… I felt something.” He kneaded it and said, “you were…responding to my…hmm…movements?” He raised an eyebrow. You pouted. You know what he’s doing. He wants you to admit that you’re liking it. “Like, What movements?” You asked, choosing to play his game too. He snorted and asked, “Can I show you, babe ?”

You nodded. “Just watch the movie.” he mumbled. You turned back to the tv and already, he resumed rubbing your covered nub in circles. You spread your leg that’s close to his chest a bit more. he used his arm to push it close his chest for more room. “Babe.” He whispered. You turned to him and your lips met his. Both lips softly moved in tandem. The soft sounds of his lips smacking yours passionately makes you feel hot. Especially when his tongue was wrapping around yours, lovingly.

The gentle kisses went on for a while the movie played; probably missing the best parts of it too.

Renji slid his hand under one of the leg-holes of your shorts again - while his warm tongue licked around yours. “Mm..!” You squirmed, feeling his index and middle finger caress your clit, softly. Your clit throbbed relentlessly while his calloused fingers rubbed right on it. You broke the kiss and looked down at his ministrations. “Ugh.” You groaned, biting your lip as your breathed deeply. “Right here?” His middle finger rubbed it a bit quickly. You hissed and gripped his firm wrist with your dainty hand to keep it there. He applied pressure on your leg that he held back against his chest, while it trembled from the pleasure.

“Oooh.” You grunted, your head falling back on the headrest of the couch. “Oh baby..” you moaned breathlessly, feeling sparkling the fire in your stomach as started circling your hips, slowly. “Feels good, huh.” He smirked, knowing that He’s got you wrapped around his finger.

He stopped and dipped his finger into his mouth. You watched him lick his finger and brought it down to rub your clit.

You gasped and looked at him as your breath hitched; encouraging you to buck against it. His dark brown orbs pierced your eyes. The sounds of the cushions slowly creaking from your movements. “Oooh.” You voice cracked, rolling your hips in circles. Your warm arousal covered his fingertips as you grinded against it. “You’re so wet, baby.” He whispered with pure lust, spreading it around your folds.

You dainty hand held his wrist, feeling the muscles and veins move against your fingers. A specific whimpers rang his ears and he looked at you. You raised your hips to encourage him to at least put a finger inside your needy cunt. You needed something to squeeze on. “Oh.” He grinned, he slid his fingers up and down in between your slick folds and then down to your cunt. “Unh..!” your breath hitched, clearly ready for the best finger fucking from your boyfriend.

He slid them up to your clit to tease you. You attempted to look at him in the eyes, annoyed. but, now’s not the time. Your mind is too cloudy.

He kept doing that - hearing the wet sounds of your arousal slip on his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet.” He said, sliding it down to your cunt and tapping it with a finger, teasingly. You whined - wanting him to just do it already. “Okay. Okay.” He mumbled.

Soon after, two big digit slid into your needy cunt. He watched your face contort in pleasure as he inserted them in your heat. Slowly, he thrusted them halfway, in and out. Feeling your tight plush walls squeeze him, lovingly.

Moments after, the slow strokes were becoming increasingly repetitive. You pushed your hips forward to get it all the way in. He hummed, feeling your tight walls squeeze them. “Watch the movie, baby.” He teased, chuckling when you failed to shoot a glare at him. Suddenly, he dug deeper into your heat; his fingertips rubbing your that spongy spot, playfully. “Ah!” You gasped, bucking your hips up.

“Ren.” You whimpered. He hummed. “F-faster…” you pleaded, rolling your hips to meet his slow strokes. He submitted by bending his fingers and increased his pace a bit. The squelching sounds coming from your cunt echoed in the living room. “Oh baby.” You said breathlessly, grabbing his face and pulling it close to yours. “Look at you. So needy.” He smirked, apply enough pressure into his thrusts - his thumb bumping against your throbbing clit.

Your needy lips captured his own. Both lips feeding off from each other with so much want. The sounds coming from you two got louder. “Mmm.” You whimpered, getting lost in between the heated kisses as you kept on rolling your hips to meet his strokes. From the outside looking in, You imagined another “you”, watching yourself getting fingered by Renji in front of the couch - bucking your hips up over and over to meet his thrusts. Very lewd. but, it’s a promising orgasm.

Your relentless clenching on his fingers. You’re getting closer to your release. “Good girl. Like that, baby.” Hebroke the kiss, wanting to listen to your broken whimpers. He still kept your leg back pulled up closer to him with his other hand; from behind. “That’s it.” He whispered, feeling how putty you are next to him. “Ugh.” You squirmed under his hold. still holding on to his face as you now laid on the armrest of the couch. His face extremely closer to yours, he looked into your eyes, deeply. “A-ah.” You cried, twitching and listening to the sounds of the lewd ministrations.

“Hmm. Keep doing that, baby.” Feeling extremely shy at how he’s looking at you and his praises, your eyes lowered down - to watch his hard thrusts enter you, instead. Your eyebrows lifted and gasped when he bumped your g-spot. “Oh! fuck, fuck, fuck.” You cried, his fingers rubbing that spongy spot again. And again. “Mmm…Ren.” You breathed out, slowly squirting on his fingers. Your warm arousal dripped onto the couch as you bucked your hips up to feel him more. He grunted and increased his pace. “Yeah, baby. Don’t be shy.” He said, hearing the wet sounds smack against his and your skin.

Your chest heaving - getting closer to your release, your breathe hitch in his face and your walls tremble uncontrollably. “Good. Almost there, baby.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your breath hitches bounced off the walls relentlessly as your hips began to gyrate against his fingers. “just like that." His forehead touched yours. your hands moved up to his cheeks. You breathe into his mouth; you were unable form any coherent words. You kept leaking while you focused on his fingers fucking you to oblivion.

Soon after, a sensation overtook your body. A Feathery one. One that flowed through your body. Quickly making you fidget under his hold and squirt a bit more. “Ooooh.” You pushed your head up against the armrest and arched your back - releasing everything you could feel in that moment.

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You felt very putty from the orgasm. So laid just laid on the armrest.

Meanwhile, revealing more of your neck, he started to leave gentle pecks on it, while he gave you a few more thrusts. “Ugh.” You stared at the ceiling as you listened to him hum against your skin while he leaves kisses on it, gently. Moments later, He slid his fingers out. You felt the the cool air brush your pussy and your thighs. And, other places.

A throaty groan came from him. You looked down at his red ponytail before he raised his head to look at you. “So. How was the movie?” He asked, smirking in victory as he began caressing your pussy in circles. “Renji.” You softly called him, still in a daze. . “Hm.” He grinned, busy rubbing your clit. “You’re very sneaky.” You pouted, your face still looking flushed out. “I told you to jus’ watch the movie, babe.” He still kept that knowing smirk on his face. You laid in silence - contemplating what you were going to do to this man. Something evil.

He chuckled, interrupting your plans. “Wanna watch another movie then?” You rolled your eyes. “My treat~” he sang out; giving another sly smirk on his face.

Damn, he’s good at this. His game, of course.

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” You squinted. He laughed out loud - his head thrown back. You still squinted. He leaned closer to you and whispered, “I have hidden stash of snacks somewhere.”

“AND YET YOU CRIED ABOUT ME EATING THE LAST CHOCOLATE BAR?!” you gawked, sitting upright on your elbows - spot orgasm already left your body.

“Well sharing is caring, babe.” He chuckled at your reaction.

“I swear you’re - “

“In love with me. You are.” He cut you off. You were about to protest but he cuts you off again, “Now, make room for me.” He moved behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist, listening to you mumble about how cocky he is and something about “pineapple head” slipping in somewhere along the lines.

“We’re gonna watch the Exorcist cos’ you’re saying weird things right now.” He said, holding the remote. “I have to change my shorts!” You refused but he pulled you close to his chest. You blushed and smiled softly at the screen. Attempting to forgive him. But -

“Okay, baby?” he emphasized, selecting the movie to watch and dropping the remote behind on the couch, and then kissing your neck, playfully.

Your eye twitched.

He’s gonna pay for that.

End.

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kxkyuu · 1 year

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Temperature Play: sensual play where objects and substances are used to stimulate the body's neuroreceptors for heat and cold for sensual effect

Synopsis: Toshiro and the cold go hand in hand.

Warnings: soft!dom!Toshiro, fem!reader, temperature play(ice), nipple play, oral (f!recieving), multiple orgasms, praise, explicit smut, marking, creampie

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Toshiro Hitsugaya x F!reader

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“Is it too cold, my love.” Toshiro asks as he traces the tip of the ice cube down the center of your abdomen slowly, watching as it melts and the cool water trickles down your sides. His turquoise eyes trail back up to your face, seeing the way your mouth drops open in pleasure from the chill of the frozen cube. Lifting it from your tummy, he circles it around your nipple as you arch your back from the sudden chill to your headed flesh. “I asked you a question, darling.”

You shook your head in response to his earlier words. “No, Toshiro, it feels good.” Your teeth worried your bottom lip when his warm lips closed over the pebbled bud in an apology for the chill. “T-Toshiro...” You whine out as he uses the ice to circle your neglected breast as the fingers if his other hand ghosts down your center to cup between your thighs.

Toshiro’s tongue gently scraps over your nipple as he rubs the ice over the other one before switching. Taking the cold stiff peak into his mouth to warm and soften it under his hot touch as he cools the other one. He keeps the ice there until it melts from your body heat and from the intense circling. His other fingers tease your slit, gathering the slick that pools there and coating your thighs with it.

He grabs another cube of ice from the cup on the nightstand as he crawls down your body, licking a line down your chest as he did so. Once he was between your thighs, he gently spreads them, biting your thighs softly. “You’re so beautiful, my love.” He purrs as he slips the ice into his mouth and blows the cool air over the bite marks he left on your inner thighs. Marks that only he woudl ever see like the marks you leave on his back. “Just relax and let me do everything, okay?”

You lick your bottom lip as you curl your fingers into his pretty white hair, tugging lightly as he dips his head between your thighs and tossing out legs over his broad shoulders. Arching your back perfectly for him as his hands slide under you to cup you rear as his cool tongue laps at your center, gathering as much of your essence as he could on the flat of it. “My god, Toshiro...” You moan out his name as your fingers tighten in his hair.

“Feels good?” He asked, the tip of his tongue teasing the little bead of flesh hidden between your lower lips. A hum rumbles in his throat at the soft moan you gave as you try to guide his head deeper against your aching core. “You’re so cute.” He coos at you, bringing his mouth back to your cunt, melding his lips against it as he flicks his tongue through your sticky folds. His fingers dug into the flesh of your rear you try to pull away from the ice he was slowly pushing inside your warm walls with his tongue. “Don’t run from me, love.”

You feel a shiver go down your spine from the cold penetrating your warmth. “Toshiro...” you cry out, tugging on his hair with both hands now. Feeling the ice melt, dripping out of you and back onto his eager tongue, your head fell back against the pillows. “Oh my god...” your clit throbs as his tongue seeks out more of yoru slick, gliding through your cool folds to warm them back up now that the ice cube is melted.

Toshiro dips two of his slender fingers into your opening, scissoring as he laps at your sensitive little clit. “Want you to cum for me, pretty one.” He says softly, his voice a deep timber that sends vibrations up your spine. Thrusting his fingers at a leisurely pace, teasing and tempting you into an orgasm with his touch. He could feel the way you were clenching down on his fingers and knew you just needed a little more to push you over that edge. Closing his lips over your clit, he sucked harshly while increasing the tempo of his thrusts.

A loud moan left you as you arch your back up once more as you came hard from the intensity. Toshiro greedily laps up everything you had to offer, his tongue swiping through your slick folds. His fingers continue to move within you to draw out your oragasm, overstimming you just a bit as he wants you to enjoy every moment of this alone time with him. Slowly, he pulls away and licks his lips.

“Sweet.” Toshiro lifts his soaked fingers to your mouth, pushing down of your bottom lip lightly untl you open up for him. Sliding them inside, he groans lightly when your tongue peeks out as you clean his digits of your essence. Fumbling with his bottoms, your lover unties them and pushes them down to his thighs, his heavy cock nudging at your thigh. “Let me contine to make you feel good.” He coos softly as he grabs the base and rubs the tip against your clit.

You whine out as he guides himself inside, pushing past that tight ring of muscles and pressing deeping against your slick folds. Your nails found purchase in his back as your head fell deeper against the pillow, legs wrapping around his lean waist. “To...shiro...” you keen out as he slowly pushes inch by delicious inch inside your throbbing core. When he finally bottoms out, your nails had formed bright red crescents into his skin.

Rocking his hips against yours, Toshiro leans down and kisses your soft lips and slides his tongue against yours. “Just let me rest inside you for a moment. I want to appreciate how snugly you hug me and memorize every look that crosses your face. This pain from you marking up my back is ingrained in my memory.” He lazily snaps his hips into yours, watching as your cute, pouty mouth falls open to let out a beautiful sounding moan.

“Toshiro...” You moan out his name in a mantra-like chant as you meet him thrust for thrust, neither of you in a hurry for the other to finish. “I love you. So much.” one hand leaves his back to tangle into the fine hairs at the nape of his neck, holding him close to your face so if you wanted to press your lips against his you could. As your breathing mingled with his, you could feel the speed and power of his thrusts increase. “Oh, god. That feels so good.”

Turquoise eyes meet with yours as sweat starts to bead at his forehead. “Yeah?” He says as his hands move to grab your thighs and push them closer to your chest and further apart. “Let’s make it feel even better.” Toshiro speeds up until he is thrusting in and out at a moderate pace, watching the pleasure contort your face as you dig your nails into his shoulders. A shudder goes down his spine from the sting as his tongue slid out to wet his lips. “You’re taking me so well, love.”

You could barely understand what he was saying, the pleasure washing over you as heat grew in your belly, spreading down to the tips of your toes. Your mouth falls open as you wrap your arms more tightly around his neck as you try to keep up with the intensity of his hips, but soon gave up as he increases it more until the sound of skin against skin fills the bedroom. You could only hang on to him and moan out his name as Toshiro sought to bring you to competition.

He could feel the way you were clenching down on his cock, the fluttering of your inner walls as your love making continues. “Going to cum again, love?” He coos as he brushes some of your hair out of your sweaty face before pressing his lips sweetly against yours. “Go on, you can. Cum.” He angles his hips to put pressure on that sweet spot within you, smiling when he finds it when your back arches deeply and pushes your breasts against his chest. To add to your pleasure, his thumb goes to the spot where you two were joined and rubs slow circles over your clit.

You feel your thighs beginning to tremble from the pleasure as that heat tightens in your belly. “Please, please, please?” You beg, needing to feel that sweet release that only he could provide. Your gut tightens as his tip presses deep and your body trembles as your orgasm washes over you and our walls quiver around his length. Your cunt drenches his cock in your slick juices.

Toshiro lets out a quiet moan from the feeling of your cumming around him. His palm cups your cheek as he gazes tenderly into your eyes. “You’re so pretty when you cum so earnestly for me.” His teeth worries his bottom lip as he feels his cock twitching within your clenching walls. “Can I?” He ask for permission. “Can I cum inside, baby?”

You eagerly nod your head. “Please, Toshiro. Want you to cum inside. Want you to make me feel so warm.” You dig your nails into his back once more, leaving behind even more of your marks as you hold him closer and wrapping your legs even tighter around his waist when he lets them fall from your chest. You could feel his thrusting became sloppier as he began to lose himself to the pleasure.

He curses as he gives a few more heavy thrusts before his hips lock into yours and his seed spills over into your warm. Toshiro’s breath came out in harsh pants as he rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, too.” He whispers sweetly before pressing his lips gently against yours.

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kyokutsu-sama · 7 months

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Dom reader x sub Toshiro

A request from: @coffee-cupps Tw: Nsfw content below the line (he is in his adult form here) Author's note: Hi ! I hope you like it, I really like write this one. I don't usually write to him but I think I should it more often since his adult form is hot asf (I want to see this scene in the anime soon😮‍💨)

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Those who knew him knew that he was authoritarian and extremely organized. He always made a point of maintaining order within his division and everyone respected him, but you knew both sides of the coin and didn't take him as seriously as he would have liked sometimes. That's why you teased him for that.

He always seemed to act like a dom but it was you who took control in most moments between the two of you, he wouldn't admit it but having you on top turned him on and made him feel so good. You used to make little jokes during some of your conversations and he would look at you sideways with a flushed face.

He looked so helpless at that moment, lying on the mattress under your control, you couldn't help but smile after seeing his face blush.You slid your hands down his torso as you licked your lips at the sight of him arching and with his eyes almost closed and needy for you.

"Y/n..."He whimpered when you brushed your fingers against his crotch

"Don't rush captain, I'll make you feel good" You smiled

You caressed his dick in your hand without looking away from him, who closed his eyes and bit his lip, his body was falling apart in your hands and you loved every expression he was making as you gave him pleasure. You sped up the movements with your hand and it became difficult for him to try and hide the dirty sounds he was trying to hide.

"Don't hold back, say my name, say I'm doing good"You said, leaning over him a little, getting close to his face

"You ahh... you're doing so well" He said with a groan

"That's right, keep going"You said, continuing to stimulate him in your hand

One of his hands grabbed the sheets to try to relieve the tension he was feeling, having your hand around him made his his body shiver. You stopped your movements and leaned over him a little and felt his panting breath brush against your lips before kissing him passionately. Heat that contrasted a little with him, literally.

"Do you want me?" You whispered against his lips

"Yeah... so bad"He said with a heavy sigh as he ran his hands down your back

You smiled and kissed his forehead before pulling away and taking his dick, slowly siting on it until you feel your insides full. You tilted your head back and moaned as you dug your nails into his torso, he grabbed your hips and whimpered a little when he felt you start moving on top of him. You looked at him and you could have sworn you were going to come right there when you came across the image of his ice-white hair all disheveled and his flushed and breathless face, he looked so hot at that moment. You started moving at an initially slow pace, he dug the fingers of one of his hands into the flesh of your hips helping with the movements as he caressed your clit, distributing shivers throughout your body. All that heat was turning you on more and more, you started to ride him faster, he was barely able to handle the way your insides were tightened his member.

"I'm...so close"He moan

"Come, come to me"You said breathlessly

It took a short time for him to fill you up and the liquid ran down your thighs making him dazzled by that view, you ended up cumming soon after. You were exhausted and laid your head in the crook of his neck catching your breath.

"Are you okay?" He asked, running his hands through your hair.

"Yes, and you?" You stood up a little to look at him

"Tired"

"I dominated you that much Hitsugaya taichou?"You teased and he looked away feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment

He always seemed so serious but at that moment he was nothing but cute.

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 17 ➡ 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙 / 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐒. nsfw .minors dni 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍: 𝙷𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒, 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟽 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚘 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛? 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 💗 𝐓𝐰: nsfw. face riding shinji. no hands coming. overstimulation. 𝐰𝐜: 684 ➡ hentober masterlist

Fingers interlocked, for a better grip, for a better balance. Upside down, the one who is always top is now underneath. Your sex is pressed against his lips, Shinji can’t breathe. He doesn’t want to, either.

Cold metallic little ball making it all better, it gets coated with your honeys, it explores the ups and downs of your folds. Shinji sucks, Shinji gloats.

Blonde, almost yellow strands get tangled around your fingers. You move his head up and down, you need more, and your hips help too. His nails carve on your glutes, making marks, leaving soon to be bruises.

He smiles, you can feel that. You can sense it on your core. And it’s cute he does, as you whimper but you never stop rubbing yourself against him. Face sitting wasn’t’ your idea, but you are so thankful to have acceded.

From time to time, you slightly stand up. Shinji needs oxygen, no man could survive without it.

“Don’t stop, keepf goingf” he mumbles, muzzled by your weight. His eyes are shining, they show how much he is enjoying your sex being pressed against his mouth.

Shinji buries his fingers on each side of your hips, squeezing your flesh and pushing you down once again. His tongue goes right inside your entrance, and when he is satisfied with your trembling limbs that have stopped resisting your body, he then reaches for your bouncing breasts.

You take peeks to the back, watching how your captain’s dick gets harder, reddish, and can’t stop oozing precum. A string that goes from his tip towards his shaft and into his balls. And so much it flows it gets the bed a little wet while forming a pool of arousal honeys.

You are tempted to grab it, you want to give him some relief while riding his face. But, Shinji won’t allow it. He doesn’t want to get any other form of pleasure than giving it all to you.

Jazz music plays in the background, sensual melody that accompanies your moans and his grunts. You are coming, like that song is coming to an end and like Shinji is probably climaxing without hands. How exciting and hot it is to know you have pure power over a man’s orgasms without even touching his dick.

And, not only his orgasm, but yours. You feel your core spasming, you feel your muscles tightening. Lower belly announcing you are about to burst, and your whines getting louder as your hips goes harder.

“Come” he moans, with his tongue in between your folds. “Ye-s, yes” you pant, this time ignoring Shinji’s oxygen requirements.

And as you do, with your eyes white and your mouth open, Shinji devours you so deliciously and lewdly as he has never done it. It’s enough for his hips to buck up a little, showing you how much he is coming just by your mere juices filling his mouth.

Trembling, you quickly reach for his dick. Pumping motions accompany his orgasmic experience, making his skin turn bumpy and his grunts to become louder. You won’t stop until the last drop is out of him, and his overstimulated body pleads for mercy.

“(Name)- I- ughh” he moans, while you have crawled down his face and now you are in between his legs. You give little cute kisses to his tip, that’s red and still covered by his release. “What is it, love?” you playfully ask, with the salty taste of his seed on your lips and his twitching shaft in between your hands.

He throws his head back, blonde hair completely dishevelled, panting like an animal. “No more. NO MORE” he begs, making you giggle. You plant the last kiss on his tip, and then on the inner side of his thigh.

“Come’ere” Shinji says extending -weakly- his arms to call you. And you slide up, to rest your head on his chest. He is not really muscular, but his embrace is enough to completely surround you.

A bright smile turns back at his face, and with a kiss on your forehead Shinji becomes ready to keep the fun going…

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eiflawriting · 2 years

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐏*𝐒𝐒𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

⠀⠀𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶━𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦?

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯!𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘰 𝘹 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳!𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⠀⠀𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝘩𝘪𝘪𝘪, 𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘊𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭? 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘰𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴? 𝘭𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭. 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙤3. 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. ♡ 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩.

⠀⠀𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺. 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 1𝙠

the captain of the fifth division loves eating pussy—especially yours. every night he would call you into his room, acting as if he cared about the daily reports from hours ago, and eat that pretty pussy of yours while you read to him. shinji’s face would be at your sex, feeling the vibrations of his moans on your clit as he savored all your juices. his slender fingers would swirl in and out of your stubborn cunt to pull those sweet whimpers from your mouth. he admired how beautiful you looked, the moonlight descending upon the umber of your complexion while your back arched in complete bliss. you would squirm from his touch, but shinji knew to hook his arms around your pelvis to keep you in place.

such a tease shinji was. pulling back the hood of your clit to give it kitten licks, taking advantage of how sensitive you are. at this point, you stopped reading the reports because you couldn’t stay focused. how could you when he had you like this? however, you needed more, and you don’t care how desperate you sound. you’ll beg for anything when it comes to shinji. “please, shin. i need more.” of course, it wouldn’t be shinji if he didn’t chuckle at your neediness, but really he just loved how perfect you sound, pleading for his pleasures. he would respond by saying, “please what, doll? i’m not sure what you’re asking for?” the captain of the fifth division was fucking hell, but you loved it.

it’s not like shinji wanted to tease you, well, he actually did, but he just wanted to take his time with you. he couldn’t get over how pretty and succulent your pussy was. how fat it is, needing to spread your folds to run his tongue along your cunt. how your insides would pulsate every time he circled around your throbbing pearl. that intoxicating scent that he would deeply whiff while eating you out. his favorite side of your labia that was longer than the other, sucking it into his mouth in hopes extra flavors were being hidden. shinji was beyond pussywhipped, and the funny thing is—you haven’t had sex yet. he knew if he was like this from just eating your pussy, he’d only imagine how obsessed he’d become with being inside you.

one day, he will.

after hearing you beg a few more times, he figured it was time to give you what you wanted. slipping his middle and ring finger inside, knuckles deep in your pussy while flattening his tongue on your tender flesh. that extra friction from his piercing drove you insane, causing your body to shiver and clench around his fingers. “you like how that feels, my sweet girl? this is what you wanted, right?” words tangled in your throat with an attempt to respond, but you were too consumed in pleasure. “look at me, pretty girl. look at me, and tell me how much you love when i eat your pussy,” he would rasp, but all he was met with was a soft moan. shinji would never admit he loves when his ego is stroked by you. he received pleasure by giving you pleasure and wanted to ensure he was doing a great job.

he’d repeat himself, knowing you’re too mindfucked to even speak. “tell me, y/n,” and to get a quicker response from you, he’d remove his face from your pussy to nip at your inner thigh, pinching your clit while he finger fucked you into oblivion. tears began pricking the corner of your chestnut brown eyes from the intense pleasure. you cried, “oh god, f-fuck! shinji, please. yes, yes, this feels so good. i-i love how you eat my pussy,” struggling to hold eye contact with him, but he knew you did the best that you could. shinji smirked, “that’s my girl,” he cooed. all he needed was a little motivation to deliver your climax.

his tongue took long and slow strokes, affectionately salivating your arousals, taking an erratic motion while curling deeply into your cushion. you found comfort in taking a fist full of shinji’s blonde locks, lolling your head back, drool lazily dripping from the corner of your lips. your heart began racing, droplets of sweat coating your forehead, feeling like you were on cloud nine. the room was filled with your cries of pleasure and him obnoxiously eating your pussy. a coiling tension formed in your lower abdomen, indicating your near release. he didn’t let up. every thrust he made with his fingers was filled with hunger, eager to rip your orgasm out of you.

“cum for me, y/n. i want that sweet taste on my tongue,” and just from hearing how soft and lust-filled his voice was—you climaxed, but he didn’t stop. shinji was happy that you came for him. however, he wanted more from you and knew just how to get it. “shin, please. w-wait, w-what are you doing?” you would cried. you felt him suck harshly on your clit, inserting another finger in your tight pussy to rip more out of you. your legs began to tremble, feeling something else approaching you, causing you to close your thighs around his head to stop whatever was coming. “y/n—do not test me. open your legs—now.”

something about the dominance in his voice turned you on. for the most part, he’d be soft with you. but when he wanted something, he wouldn’t ask twice. although you felt embarrassed, his name slipped perfectly through your lips, as loud as you felt a splashing sensation exiting your body. this is what shinji wanted. that tender pussy squirting all in his mouth, drowning in pure delight. “good girl. you taste so damn amazing, y/n.” he continued fucking you with his tongue, using his thumb to apply pressure to your throbbing bud. you were beyond sensitive at this point. “shinji!” you howled, instinctively kicking his head with the heel of your foot.

“i should know my limits, eh?”

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. ♡

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