#kisuke urahara x reader
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How they eat you out.
Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Ichimaru Gin x f!reader;
Format: short-imagines;
Warnings: nsfw, language, dom!aizen, dom!gin, dom!kisuke, sub!reader, oral sex (f!reader receiving), dirty talk, slight degradation kink, spanking, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, praising kink;
Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?
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Sosuke Aizen.
When Aizen wants to eat you out he will specifically ask you to lay on your back and let him take the lead. How does he enjoy feasting on you? With your legs draped over his shoulders, his slender fingers gripping the plush of your thighs both to keep you in place and drive you mad. The cute whimpers leaving your mouth, as his tongue swirls around your bundle of nerves for the sake of his sadistic side, make him go nuts, albeit he would never let you know about it. You want more, your hips bucking up as breathy pleas roll out of your tongue, when Sosuke locks eyes with you.
“Beg” he huskily demands, his hot breath fanning your dripping heat.
Chest raising and falling erratically, you shoot a desperate glance at him, teary eyes boring into his dark ones, as you give up. Trying to front, or display difiance with him will only grant you hours of torture and you are in no position to endure more teasing from him. He is unbothered by your bratty attitude most of the times, his annoyance showed off in the way he drags out your orgasms only to let you utterly unsatisfied in the end.
“Please, please, Sosuke, make me come! I can’t take it anymore!” you whine out, your bottom lip wobbling as he grins up at you, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses down your inner thigh until he reaches your aching cunt.
“You are lucky I am in a good mood” he states, before his mouth dives back between your legs and his lips wrap around your throbbing clit.
You moan loudly, your back arching as you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on the heavenly sensation he is blessing you with. He sucks onto it, his fingers digging into your skin, and you are more than sure that tomorrow morning you are going to find bruises in the shape of his fingerprints on your thighs. But it is worth the pain, this pleasure is something only he can provide you.
When you gasp for the overstimulation, he dips his tongue into your core, his thumb reaching up to your clit and pressing onto it in circular motions. At this point, incoherent words leave your lips as you squirm and your toes curl. He does not even care about the fact that your legs are now squeezing his head.
Looking up at you from behind his dark eyelashes, Aizen replaces his tongue with his index and forefinger and curl them inside you, having no trouble in reaching that sensitive spongy spot within your inner walls. You squeal out in pleasure, your jaw going slack, as your body jolts up for the sudden stimulation.
“Let me taste you, darling. Let me drink from you” Sosuke murmurs, his voice soothing and contrasting with his lustful and lewd gestures.
You cannot retaliate, replying is impossible at this point. When his tongue begin to twirl around your abused clit again, while his fingers thrust in and out of you in a depraved melody of squelching sounds, it is time for you to give him what he wants.
You arch your back, sinful moans filling the room as your orgasm rips through you and Sosuke is quick to withdraw his fingers, now glistening in your essence. He leisurely sucks them clean, before lapping at your core so sensually your body twitches.
“You’re so beautiful, when you’re fucked out” he comments, kissing his way up your stomach until he hovers over your writhing frame.
When his hand reaches down to unbuckle his belt, you know he is far from being done with you.
Gin Ichimaru.
This man is a real menace. He loves giving you oral more than receiving. While he is prone to do it pretty much at any given occasion, he has a thing for bending you over his desk and eating you out from behind. No matter how you many times you try to object that it is degrading, he does not give a damn about it.
He loves the control he has over your body, his large, calloused and bony hands spread your rears as his tongue explores your core deeply, until you bang your fist onto the wooden desk and squirm around under his ministrations.
“Stop squirming, little girl, or I might have to give you a punishment” he chides you, lapping at your folds assiduously.
Sweat beads your forehead, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip as you whimper and, when he deliberately bites softly at your lips to earn a reaction from you, there is nothing that you can do but try to stand back up. Gin obviously sneers, his hands pushing you back down onto the desk as he delivers you a rather brutal spank. A cute yelp erupts from your throat, eyes widening even so slightly, as he slips his hand between your thighs to cup your sex.
“What a naughty little minx you are… What was that, huh? You are clearly asking for a punishment, you little masochist” Gin taunts you, smirking as his long fingers plung into your arching core without much of a warning.
You are dripping, your nails scraping the wooden surface of the desk as Gin watches the way your face scrunches up in shameful grimaces expressing your pleasure. It is not enough, he wants to really leave you thinking about this little session you are having for hours, before you are going back to work for your Captain.
“Gin! Fuck— Please, please, I can’t take it! I need t-to come” you beg him, as he kneels back behind you and pulls his fingers out of your entrance.
“Yes, you can. Now shut your pretty mouth and let me enjoy this pussy before you go back to Aizen” the Captain of the Third Division says, before delving his tongue into you and making your eyes roll to the back of your skull.
Your body is trembling, he can feel it, and the way your walls clamp down the tip of his tongue are a clear sign that you are close to your climax. A presumptuous smile gracing his thin lips, Gin does anything in his power to help you reach your climax. With a flick of his tongue, you scream out his name and the smirking snake below you is ready to collect your juices on his tongue.
Once he is done, he glances down at you and playfully spanks you again, leaning down towards your ear “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up. I don’t want to hear Aizen complain about how messy you looked at the reunion” he teases you, earning a groan of frustration from you.
But, as much as you despise the way he drives you mad, Gin Ichimaru has elicited reactions from you no one has ever made you experience before.
“I’m coming” you whisper, standing back up for real this time.
“Again?” Gin jests, only for you to grasp a slipper and throw it at him.
Urahara Kisuke.
Listen to me. If he was about to die and he was granted one last wish, this man would be asking for someone to sit on his face. He enjoys, no, he adores eating you out. He could spend hours between your thighs, savoring your essence over and over again. But if you just sit on his face, he will not make you regret your choice. The way you whimper and cry out his name from up above makes him literally hard.
“Kisuke, gosh, that’s— ah!” you struggle to find proper words to describe the way he gradually making you crumble down at his feet. His tongue is relentless in the way it twirls and swirl around your bundle of nerves, or the way it hastily dips into your core to collect each and every drop of your juices not to let them go to waste.
“I know, kitten, I know… Just let this old shop-keeper lavish your pussy. I am so hungry, I swear” he whines, hands sprawled over your hips to help you keep your balance. While he is clearly in command, even if he apparently does not seem to have the upper hand, this lazy man might even ask you to help him in the said task.
“Ride my face, baby, come on” he rasps out, palming himself through his pants as you cannot help yourself but slowly start to move your hips at a sensual tempo.
He groans, eyes close as his lips, teeth and tongue work together to help you reach your third orgasm. Your muscles burn, you are on the verge of collapsing for the powerful and draining waves of pleasure he has made you experience, but as you cry out in pleasure again you realize he has ruined you forever.
No one is going to give you oral the way he does.
“Fuck! Fuck! K-Kisuke, I’m—” you chime then, a scandalous high-pitched tone of voice piercing his ears as you increase the pace of your tempo. You are so close, so close to bathe him into your juices once again and he is eager to taste you as if it is the first time.
“Yes, princess, just like that! Come for me, good job, baby” he utters, smiling in ecstasy as you whimper and your orgasm leaves your mind blank. His tongue viciously laps at your core, a guttural sound leaving his throat in the meanwhile. He is so glad you exist.
As you pant and climb off of his face, muscles aching and eyes closed, Kisuke humms and jokingly squeezes your thigh before tugging his pants down his legs and smiling.
“If you want, we can try a sixty-nine now” he breathes out, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and making you chuckle softly in return.
You love that pervert shop-keeper so much.
tags: @electronicwitchcollection @aizenwifey @stygianoir @brittscafe my way to apologize for the late updates❤️
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“A Snoozing Experiment” (Kisuke Urahara x F. Reader) NSFW‼️ 18+
AN: Hey guys! This is another kisuke scenario that randomly popped up in my mind right after I posted Kenny’s birthday fic last Christmas. I’ve never written something like this before. I kinda felt anxious about writing this new “kink” for this guy but I just know he’s the perfect person for it + he’d be down for it. I’m a pure person — end of discussion. I learn new things everyday lol. Anyway~ enjoy and Happy (late) Valentine’s Day! 😊 ❤️
Synopsis: This clingy guy just wants to try something different with his girlfriend. Is she willing to give him a chance?
WARNING: 18+, just an experimental guy *wiggles eyebrows*, NSFW‼️, kinky, oral f.receiving, Slight Male dom, smut, lazy reverse cowgirl, GRAMMAR
Extra note: the vibes of this scenario is whispering or low voice — you’ll find out why! 🫢 + I linked the outfit reader is wearing in the story!
Take your time reading due to pacing! It’s long but it’s Kisuke’s fault! He takes over my mind sometimes. enjoy! ❤️😇
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“This party is unauthorized! It is interfering with my 23 hours of beauty sleep!”
“You may want to shoot for 24.”
The living room suddenly filled laughter and after a certain blue character spoke to an older funny looking woman in the tv screen. The sources of laughter came from the two kids who were watching a kids tv show on an early Saturday morning.
Jinta and Ururu.
“Don’t you go anywhere! We’ll be right back with “the fosters home for imaginary kids in just an about a second. Right here, on Cartoon Network!”
“Bloo is one hell of a guy! I wanna be like him when I grow up.” Jinta shouted, revealing his canine teeth while he was pointing at the small screen. “Don’t cha think, Ururu?!” He turned and shouted at the shy young girl with two pigtails — sitting right next to him. “Right?! Right!?”
“J-jinta!” Ururu whined, turning away from the loud kid. “You’re too loud! I’m sitting right next to you!” She pouted and crawled next to a strange man dressed in a green kimono and is wearing a green striped bucket hat. Kisuke Urahara. “Yeeeaaah! Yeeeeaaah!” The redhead boy shouted, jumping up and down with a wide toothy smile. “Maa. Maa. Jinta. are you sure about that?” Kisuke asked, fanning his paper fan at the young boy to calm down. “Of course! I’M. A. MAN.” He pointed to his chest confidently. “Ma. Ma~.” Kisuke gave a breathless chuckle, “Maybe you should learn from Tessai-San and I — a thing or two about how to be a good man.” He chuckled, pointing sharply at the older man who was sitting against the wall behind jinta. “Hmmm.”Tessai nodded in agreement.
“Wha-“ jinta frowned, but quickly turned back to the television screen when the show came back on.
“And how to especially be more mindful of y/n-chan.” He mumbled lowly, hiding his mouth behind his fan. Of course, the redhead haired boy wasn’t paying attention to him since he was more focused on the show. “What was that Boss?” Tessai looked at him from across the room. “E-yaaa~ nothing, nothing ~ Tessai-San .” He chuckled, lowering his folded fan a bit, smiling at the man from a distance. Now that he mentioned it, you were watching tv with them about two hours ago but went back upstairs lay down for a bit. Kisuke thought about this in silence while his eyes were hidden under his hat, as he stared at the tv screen.
He quickly closed his fan and put it back somewhere in his green kimono and uncrossed his legs. “Hm? Boss?” Tessai said, curious about the shopkeeper’s sudden movements. “I’ll be right back. I want to check up on y/n-chan.” He said, standing up to brush his green pants and walking out of the small living room. “Please look out for the kids, Tessai-San” He said to the older man, dismissing himself. “Yes, boss.” Tessai nodded and turned his attention to the tv screen. Kisuke smiled shortly before turning to the staircase.
He hummed while he walked up the steps until he got to his bedroom door. Quietly, he slid the door open and smiled. “There you are.” He whispered to himself, watching you in his bed sleeping. He walked into the room slowly and closed the sliding door behind him. He turned back around and carefully walked to the other side of the bed where you were sound asleep. With each step he took, the sounds of the wooden floors creaked a bit until he reached his destination. He leaned over and noticed how peaceful you looked in your state of unconsciousness. Beautiful. No, Angelic. He watched how your body rose and fell. Your gentle breaths came out softly and slowly. A small smile crept up on his face and his hand reached out to your lower back. He caressed it while he admired your natural beauty. “Mm.” You groaned, feeling the warm source on your bare skin. Your head shifted on the pillow as you were trying to open your eyes. His hand slid side to side, gently.
You opened one of your eyes to see who was caressing you and it was none other than your boyfriend. “Kisuke?” You said sleepily, blinking slowly to get a better look at the man in the murky room. “Hey there, princess.” He mumbled, resting his hand on your lower back, smiling at how cute you look in your awoken state. “What’s happened?” You yawned, still trying to fight the urge to go back to sleep. “Hm? Oooh. nothin’. Just wanted to check in on you.” He said, looking at you softly. “Oh.” You sighed, “how’re the kids?” “They’re fine.” He smiled softly, feeling a warm sensation in his chest. He loves how you think of the two kids as if they were your own.
“Hm. That’s good.” You sighed again, your sleepy eyes looking at the man while your head remained on the pillow. A comfortable wave of silence followed while the two of you gazed at each other. You reached out a hand and caressed the side of his neck. “You okay?” You asked, your soft hand mimicking the way his hand gently caressed your lower back earlier. “Mhmm.” He hummed in agreement while your dainty fingers gently scratches his bristled face. “Did you hear what jinta said?” “Hm…No? What did he say?” You mumbled, curious about what the rowdy young boy said; you were sleeping. He hummed. Thankful that jinta’s loud voice didn’t wake you up. “He said he wants to be like Bloo when he grows up.” You giggled at the thought of him being like that character. “He’s so silly!” You snorted, your hand dropped onto the pillow to rest it while you continued giggling.
“Yaa…he’s too much.” he sighed. “Do you want anything to eat, baby?” He asked, still looking out for you, caressing your back again. You shook your head. “You sure?” You nodded with a soft smile until it dropped when you felt his hand grab your ass cheek, sneakily. “Hey!” You frowned. He gave a throaty chuckle. Of course! you forget that he’s a pervert —sometimes. “You sure?” He smirked, still chuckling until you smacked his hand away from your covered ass cheek. “Maaa. You’re so cruel, y/n-chan.” He pouted, Rubbing his hand as if it really hurt. “I thought you were checking on me but I guess not.” You said, already annoyed by his childish behavior. “I was! I can’t help it, baby. Your shorts look so cute. It even fits your ass perfectly.” He continued, gazing at the ruffled cartoon printed cows on your shorts. “Just how I like it. It even says “moo” on all over it”. He added, unashamedly staring at your plump cheek peaking under the shorts. “Good lord.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes and turning your head to the other side of the pillow — focusing your attention on something else. which is going back to sleep. “Enough. I’m okay, kisuke.” You said, closing your eyes, not wanting to fall into his trap; not sure if you were already in it in the first place. You sighed. He’s a tricky guy you mentally noted. But you love him for what he is — which defeats the point. “Go annoy someone else. It’s too early for that.”
“Hoo…my love is so mean.” He whined playfully. “I just wanted to check up on you—” “You did.” You cut him off. “Now let me sleep. In peace.” You sounded annoyed. A mischievous smile crept up on his face while his eyes hid under his hat. “Sure~” he chuckled breathlessly. You hummed. Feeling relieved that he’s going to leave you alone. However, a sudden shift on the bed stopped you from attaining victory when you felt something dip into the bed. The odd sensation was making you feel uneasy that You opened one of your eyes and saw a familiar hand land on the side of your pillow, blonde hair shifting a bit from your peripheral, and the feeling of a soft fabric brushing your back and your legs. it was your annoying ass boyfriend again. who was caging you from above, on all fours. A vein popped in your temple and you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to calm yourself; you really wanted to push him off the bed so so bad.
On all fours, kisuke looked down at you with a mischievous grin on his face. You looked like a piece of meat laying below him —ready to be eaten. He bent down and slid his right arm under you — resting his hand on your tummy. His chest rested on your smooth back and he looked over to the left to see your pretty annoyed face. His hand felt so warm on your skin well as his chest on your back that it made you flutter inside. You ignored him though. “Y/n.” He said, wanting your attention. No answer. He chuckled. He knows you’re awake. “Were you dreaming about me while I was gone?” “In your dreams, kisuke.” You mumbled annoyingly, your eyes still closed, refraining yourself from pushing him away. Even though it’s a bit too late to escape from his embrace. “Of course!” He whispered, “I’m quite a catch, you see.” He said, looking at you lovingly, “I should be in your dreams though.” He smiled softly. “Hmph. Why?” You said, feeling his warm weight applied on your back and his chest rub against your smooth skin. He chuckled and your eyebrow twitched. “Because~!” He whispered playfully, “I’m your extremely handsome and perverted shopkeeper, baby.” He smiled, nuzzling his face in your neck. “S-shut up.” You giggled softly, feeling his bangs brush your cheek and his lips graze your neck, softly.
kisuke remained in this position for several minutes while he cuddled you. Embracing your warmth. You liked it too. But you didn’t want to admit it. “Get off me.” You words came out slurred as yours eyes were starting to get heavy with sleepiness again. He chuckled. “Maaa…” he breathed out, you felt it brush your neck. “You’re so cranky, y/n-chan~~” “Yeah because you’re too hot. I’m literally sweating on my back.” You added as sleep was taking over your mind. “Why thank you~” he lifted his face from your neck. “that wasn’t a compliment.” You mumbled. “Sure it was~” he gave a throaty chuckle, looking at your soft lips. You ignored him. “Hmmm.” He hummed, leaning over to your lips. His lips met yours gently. Nibbling it softly until you gave in. Your lips wrapped around his slowly and steadily. Hearing the soft lip smacking sounds echoing in each of your ears. He gave a throaty groan and tilted his head more so his lips could fully grasp yours while your head remained on the pillow. “Mm.” You moaned, His warm exhales brushed your face while his lips massaged yours.
A few minutes passed, and you had forgotten why you were annoyed at him. since his kisses were expertly distracting you. His messy hair kept tickling your left cheek while he explored your plump lips. Your mind was still fighting the urge to go back to sleep. However, that got intercepted when his crafty tongue slipped into your mouth — searching for yours. “Mm!” You whimpered, your hips jolted up and you gasped in between the gentle tongue kissing when you felt his hand sneak into your shorts and cup your bare pussy. “Mmmm.” You moaned, the source feeling so warm and comforting on your pussy that you began kissing him a bit deeply. Ultimately, failing to protest his sneakiness. Kisuke laid his head on the same pillow — his face closer to yours, while he kissed your needy lips and rested his hand right where it belonged. “Mmmm.”You moaned softly in the kisses, relishing the sensations of when he began caressing your pussy slowly. Up and down. “K-kisuke.” You breathed out, the sheet shifted under your feet due to spreading your legs apart underneath him, to feel more of his warmth on your flesh.
Your cheeks were feeling so hot that you broke away from the kiss and pushed the side of your face deeper into the pillow and whined from the extremely warm source. “Ahhh.” You panted, Your body was relishing the fluttering sensations from his measured ministrations. He watched you up close while he slowly grazed your pussy. Deeply observing you while earning gratified sighs from your plump lips and your natural beauty expressing such pure satisfaction. His cock twitched under his green pants — at the sight of you being this way in just a matter of seconds.
After a while, you began rolling your hips in up and down to get some friction from his palm. It rubbed against your clit pleasantly. His rough skin grazing your clit so well. His breath hitched when he felt your ass rub against his covered cock. He leaned back on one hand to see the way your neediness was rubbing off on him. He stared hard at how his covered cock was getting shifted around by your covered ass. He gave a throaty moan whenever the tip randomly dipped in between it and slid up against it. “Ahh.” He panted in a low voice, his cock twitching from the soft friction between the fabrics and your warm ass. With his legs on either side of your own, he dug his knees into the mattress and pushed his hips down and slowly rolled his hips up against your ass, to feel the feather-light frictions on his twitching cock. His gasps echoed in your ears whenever you circled your hips up and down until you felt his girth pushed in between your ass cheeks. A breathless moan came from him when he felt your warmth embrace the tip. His breathless moans brushed your back that you shyly brought your left hand close to your mouth and blushed.
The two of you moaned in tandem while you pleased one another. “Mmmm.” He hummed, circling his hips relentlessly to not lose the sheer friction of his cock hugged in between your ass. The rhythmic rolling of his hips felt so good on you. Making you feel needy for more of his touch. Your right hand reached down to cup his hand that was rubbing your pussy. You bent it and you started to grind against his fingers. “Mmph.” You moaned softly on the pillow, your clit throbbing from the sheer sensation of his rough pads. To reward you, he began flicking his fingers to help you to get off. “Ah.” You sighed, circling your hips for more until his fingers were starting to get covered by your warm arousal. “Oooh.” He quivered, relishing the tingling sensation as he pushed his hips down deeply and bucked against your ass in a steady pace. The tip poking in between your ass so well that he was getting harder by the minute. “Oooh…baby~” he breathed out. You whimpered. If you could only see the way he looked above you. His eyes shut as he but his bottom lip and then letting out gratified moans as he gently bucked his hips. He was in pure ecstasy — just from dry humping you. But you could only tell just from how good his hips felt circling against your ass.
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Soon after, he ripped his hand out of your shorts and quickly got off the bed. You whined when you felt the sudden shift of the bed and the absence of his warm embrace. "Mmmm." You whined again, hearing him walk away from bed. You raised your head from the pillow — one of the straps on your top fell down your shoulder when you turned back to see where he was going. You didn't want him to leave you alone, now.
"Kis-"
Clack! The sound came from lock of the sliding door.
"Oh." You sighed, watching him lock the door with his back facing you. You gasped when he turned around and took off his green kimono top. His happy trail caught your attention. Especially, the tip of hip of his noticeably hard cock poking through his pants. You were staring down at the source not knowing that you were breathing a bit heavily. "See what you like?" He gave a knowing smirk when he caught you. He slowly walked back to the bed — letting it hang and swing up as he so. Your neck was beginning to strain while you still looked at his covered cock poking around in the green fabric — searching for you while you laid flat on your stomach. A grin never left his face as he crawled slowly into the bed. The bed dipped by his weight as he so. You gulped slowly without leaving his grey eyes — looking up at the man, speechless.
He gave a throaty chuckle and lowered himself on your back. “I love the way you look at me like that.” He whispered closely, moving his hand up and gently wrapping it around your neck, caressing it. The feather-light grazes on your neck was fluttering all over your body. He leaned closely to your face and said, “There’s something I’ve been wanting to try.” He muttered, his fingers brushing your neck softly. “For you.” He whispered before leaving soft pecks on your left shoulder. You shivered when he slid his hand down from your neck and gently pulled the strap off your right shoulder. “What do you think, baby?” He asked, waiting for you to answer as he slowly pushed his hips down against your ass. “You can go back to sleep and I’ll be quiet as an owl.” He added. You nodded and laid your head down on the pillow. He kissed your temple as a “thank you” and leaned back.
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Quiet as a bird, kisuke meant what he said. The soft and wet lips grazed your smooth skin as he kissed your back. The gentle kisses sounded faint yet you could hear a gentle pop from his lips as he so. Taking his sweet time. Ultimately, your exhales came out soft - you were already feeling sleepy again. After a while, he peppered you all the way down to your lower back and sat up — staring at the waistline of your pajama shorts. His slid his hands up from underneath and gently kneaded your ass. His thumbs massaging the crevices of your cheeks as he so. “Mm.” You whimpered, still sleeping but aware of his ministrations. He gave a throaty giggle and playfully jiggled it around earning an another sleep-like whimper from you. “Don’t worry. I just want to see something.” He mumbled, pushing the hem of your shorts up and leaning forward to kiss your ass cheek. He kneaded them again and leaned over to kiss the other cheek and bit his bottom lip. Slowly, he pushed the material aside to get a full view of those cheeks. Licking his lips, he slowly spreads them apart. He pulled back and licked his lips again as he stared at your rear and your cunt. Without a doubt, he leaned in and left a soft, warm and wet kiss on the ring of your rear. You gasped and he did it again with his eyes shut. His kissed it gently — listening to his lips smack against the skin softly. “Ugh.” You panted, relishing warm lips kissing it gently. He pulled back to see his a work for a second and went back in. “O-oh.” You breathed out on the pillow, tucking your lips and licking them. Kisuke kissed it deeply as he held your cheeks apart. The sounds of his deep kisses started to echo in your ears as he so. Making your lips tremble as you panted. He pulled back again and saw your rear glistening in the sun-lit room. You felt a bit strange about this new feeling but your stomach was fluttering, nonetheless. The warm and wet sensation felt good. He smirked as he looked at your rear throbbing in front of him. Clearly, you’re enjoying it.
He dived back in and stuck his tongue out. “Unh!” You quivered, feeling the appendage lick on the center of it. He looked up at you as he so. Circling the wet muscle against your throbbing rear. You gripped the pillow and whimpered. It felt way too good. You spread your legs apart. The tingling sensations were dancing around your body, feverishly. Making your pussy throb. “K-kisuke.” You breathed heavily, feeling his tongue flicking against it, gently. “Aaahh.” You hissed, rolling your hips back up against it. Your rough grunt were music to his ears as he circles his tongue around your rear messily while his eyes were shut and gave it a loud kiss. He leaned back and brought his finger up and rubbed it, gently. “Mmmmm.” You moaned, throbbing from the gentle strokes on your rear, making you arch your hips. He grinned softly as he spreads his saliva around it. “How’s that feel?” He looked up at you, sitting up to see your flushed face. “Good?” He asked, spreading the wetness down to your pussy and rubbing your folds with his fingers. You felt shy to answer him. So you nodded shyly. Throbbing against his crafty fingers. “Im glad.” He smirked, leaning down. He brought his hands up to the waistline of your shorts and pulled it down. You didn’t protest. He threw it to the side of the bed and gently pushed your left leg up. “Just go back to sleep, baby.” He said, spreading your cheeks out and tilting his head to explore your pretty pussy. His forefinger dipped into your folds and glider it up and down slowly. Spreading your pussy open. He then brought two digits up to leave it open and leaned in to kiss your pussy. He kissed it again and again — softly yet deeply. “U-unnh~” you moaned, your mouth slightly ajar as kissed your needy lips. Soon after, he dipped his tongue into your folds and slid it up to your clit. Your breath hitched and you grabbed the the side of the pillow. “Uuuughh.” You groaned, relishing the tingling sensations of his tongue exploring your pussy so well. He kneaded your ass and smacked your left ass check as he circled your cunt. He flicked it side to side and glided it up to your clit and circled it the pulsating nub.
Feeling too hot, you lifted your head from the pillow and relished the way he expertly explored your throbbing pussy. Your lips trembled and your mouth widened when he flicked your clit. Lean up a bit and roll your hips against the warm muscle you know too well. “Oh!” You twitched, dropping your face in the pillow as you bucked your hips against his tongue with good measure. Your hands gripped the pillow as you breathed heavily into pillow. “Oh fuck~” you whined, your clit throbbing as you rode it, slowly. You heavy pants echoed in his ears as he was lost in his task — drunken by your wet puffy pussy. “Mmmmmm.” You bit your bottom lip, moving your hips back against the warm muscle as he sticked it in your cunt — but not going in completely. He gave a guttural moan when he felt your cunt clench his tongue. “Oh yeah~.” You moaned, wanting him to go deeper. But he didn’t. Of course. He loves to tease you. You hand reached out and grabbed the back of his head to keep him there and you rolled your hips up and down against the appendage. “Mmm~” you hummed erotically. “Haaa…yeah~” You sang out breathlessly, clenching around his tongue to push it in deeper. The wet sounds of his tongue fucking your cunt rang in his ears as you so. He watched as it entered your sobbing cunt. Which seemed extremely lewd. He didn’t mind. Your warm arousal covered with his saliva smothered his mouth and dripped on the sheets. “Oh yeah~baby~” you breathed out, rolling your hips in circles.
Ah!” You gasped. His tongue wriggled in your cunt and you saw stars. You leaned on your elbows on the pillow and rode the crafty muscle, feverishly. “Ah! Ah!” You panted, twitching as your clit was throbbing from the overtaking sensation that you cummed in seconds. You dropped your hips down on the bed and breathed heavily into the pillow — still pulsating from the fierce relief. “Ooooh.” You moaned, his lips moving around your soaked throbbing pussy to drink you up. The wet kisses echoed in the room as he so. “Mmmm.” He hummed, smothering his mouth against your pussy messily. He was hungry. He licked your pussy with so much want — the sounds of his ministrations ringing in his ears. “O-ooh!” You gasped.” K-kisuke!” You whispered loudly, twitching as you were cumming again He sucked his breath and pulled back. The stings of his saliva and your arousal stretched out and fell on the sheets and from his bristled chin. He smacked your ass roughly. You whined lazily. “Ugh. God help me.” Post orgasm taking over your mind. He chuckled and leaned over. He suddenly kissed you deeply. You whimpered at the sudden action and tasted your yourself as he so. His tongue expertly glided with yours, lovingly. “Mmm.” He groaned, his hand reaching down your ass and dipping it between your cheeks — his fingers rubbing your soaked pussy and then smacking it gently. The gentle slapping sounds rang in your guy’s ears.
After a while, Your back started to ache. You turned around and spread legs apart and wrapped them around his waist and went back to kissing him passionately. The cool air brush your soaked pussy as you so. He lowered his hips down— pushing your thighs back. “Oh” you gasped, your pussy throbbing when the covered tip poked your clit. You looked down and saw the fat covered tip laying right on your puffy clit. Your mouth slightly ajar, you pushed your hips up to it. your clit began to pulsate as you felt the pressure gently push your clit down — making you shiver. “Unh.” You moaned lowly, already brushing your clit against the covered tip, steadily. Up and down — not breaking away from the warm friction. “Ha…ha…” you hiccuped, relishing the fluttering sensations of your puffy clit pulsating lovingly from the feather light strokes it was feeling. He gave a soft chuckle and rolled his hips down. “Ah!” You sighed, The soft fabric was brushing against your folds and your clit — making you shudder. You kept hiccuping as he so. it felt so good. Your dainty hands reached up to brace him by his arms. Gently holding on to him as He watched you slowly falling apart, again.
Your body was getting rocked up slowly by his own. “Mmmm.” You hissed, pushing your head back against the pillow. Your mouth widened slowly. you couldn’t form any words as he grinds against your needy pussy. his pants was getting smothered by your sloppy pussy, lovingly. He bent forward and nuzzled his face in your neck. You raised it to give him all the room you wanted to give to kiss your neck while circled his hips down against you. “Unh.” You shuddered, his soft lips grazed your skin gently while your toes were clenching from his perfectly measured thrusts of his tip rubbing against your throbbing clit. A few minutes later, You began rolling your hips up with good measure. His tip kept remained on your clit, lovingly as you so. “Oooooh.” You drawled, your clit was pulsating endlessly. “Fuck.” You whispered, working your hands up to rest on his broad shoulders. You enjoyed the way your body rocked up and down. Slowly yet steadily. relishing your warm arousal smother your soaked pussy messily. Your soft moans came out rhythmically with each stroke — earning a few gentle pecks on your favorite spot of your neck. Making your pulse flutter quickly. “Mmm. Kisuke...” you breathed out, sliding your hands down to his ass. “Oh…baby.” You sighed, looking up at him with pure satisfaction as you grabbed it, gently. Your toes curled from the sensations. However, he quickly pulled away from your neck and sat up. You were about to pout. He smirked and slowly pulled down the waistline of his pants. Your eyes were automatically glued down to his fingers. His grin widened when he pulled out his cock, slowly. Teasing you until it flings out.
You eyes widened from the sudden movement. All bushed — Curved and thick with a few veins around it and a pink mushroom tip. How lovely. You mentally noted. Your eyes never ripped away from his hand as He stroked it. His grey orbs glanced down at your sloppy pussy glistening before him. Both of you were “star struck” in the thick atmosphere. You could only imagine how good he’d feel when once he gets inside of you. But he enjoys taking his time. You looked up at him and pulled him closer to you. He followed. You rolled your hips up and rubbed your glistening pussy against the warm source. The soft skin was grazing your folds and your clit made you twitch. “Mm!” You throbbed, looking down at your pussy stroking his girth. He watched as you so. “Look at you.” He said, observing his cock getting embraced and covered by yours slick folds. “You’re so needy, baby.” He mumbled lowly, watching his cock twitching against your pussy. He leaned over to kiss your soft lips as he took of his pants and you pulled your strap top down to your waist. You giggled when you saw his pants hanging around his right ankle. due to him being impatient to take it off completely. You kept giggling at the man when he went back to kissing your lips.
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The sounds of the mattress creaking below you echoed in the room. His hands gripped your knees from underneath and your hands on either side of your head. Your pussy looked so pretty in his eyes. Full spread, soaked, and perfectly sandwiching thick cock. “Mmmm.” You moaned softly, getting rocked by his ministrations while your breasts bounced gently from his gentle pace. “Oooh.” He groaned, listening to your sticky arousal ring in his ears as he so, covering his cock so much. “Haaa~” you breathed out, grounding your hips up to meet his strokes glide through your folds, slowly. Soft groans and whispered praises bounced off the walls. After a while, he bent over and rolled his hips to your own. the bed creaked roughly yet slowly. A gratified sighed left your lips as you pushed your head back deeply into the pillow. The thick sounds of your arousal echoed in your ears as he so. “Yeah…” you praised him, resting your hands on his neck, relishing the warmth rubbing against your soaked pussy as he pushed your hips deeper into the bed and started to kiss you deeply.
Hypnotized by his deep kisses, he increased his pace by bucking his hips against you. “Mm!” You whimpered, quickly rolling yours up in tandem to not lose any of the tingly frictions. You grabbed his ass as you so — moaning breathlessly in the kisses. “Ahh…yeah.” You broke away from the heated kiss and looked down to see both of your ministrations. You watched your wet pussy getting slapped by his girth while His thighs slapping against yours. The wet sloppy sounds grew louder and louder when you started bucking your hips up feverishly. “Agh!” You quivered when your clit was getting slammed from a good angle — upwards. The sounds were filled with grunts and wetness. “Mm-unh!” You whined, your nailed digging in his arms, getting closer to your release. You started twitching underneath his watchful eyes — arching your back and pushing your shoulders back into the pillow. Your mouth agape, you grounded yours hips and let him slam his hips against you, quickly. Your pussy started pulsating with excitement as you remained grounded. Soon after, a quick violent rush of relief rushed through your body and you began spurting your fluids as he slammed his cock against your soaking pussy. You wished there was a big mirror to see him slamming his hips against you, his balls slapping your ass, and the mess you were making splattering on your pussy. “U-uunghh” you drawled lowly, feeling putty while your legs were dangling in the air, and you kept releasing your fluids. The filthy sounds splattered all over his midsection, and yours pouring down your hips and down your ass as he so. “Mm!” You whimpered, looking in between the splashes of your mess covering you two until he slowed down. “Haaa….fuck.” You panted, trying to cool down. He chuckled and bent over to kiss you deeply. Your hands brushed his hair messily as he so. Your lips smacked against his with passionately — ringing between you two.
You were starting to feel sleepy from the post-orgasm. “Mm.” You moaned softly, circling your hips, feeling your clit get stroked lovingly by the mushroom tip, since the cool down was still taking a while to dissolve. Your fingers bumped his hat and you frowned. Still kissing the man, you opened your eyes and stared at the green source in disbelief. “Take that stupid thing off!” You blurted out, ripping it off his head and throwing it back somewhere in the room. “I can’t believe you had that thing on. Christ.” You mumbled. “Hm?” He leaned back a bit and looked at you in surprise. “Get off me! You mumbled annoyingly. “Aren’t you sweating up there?” You pointed out. He chuckled at your cute pouty face. “Maa~ I thought you wanted to go back to sleep, y/n~” he smiled, looking at you expectantly. You looked away from him. Escaping his knowing gaze, you shut your eyes. He knows you’re blushing — inside. He gave a throaty chuckle and stroked your thighs from underneath. “just say you love me, y/n-chan~”. He added, playfully teasing you. You forced open your eyes — staring sharply at the cunning man in front of you. “Shut the-“
Clomp…
Clomp…
Clomp…
“Hmm?” He slowly blinked his eyes and looked away from you and turned his head back. You stared at his long structured neck. Then his collarbone and back up to his jawline while he stared at the closed sliding door. That’s hot. You mentally noted. The slow footsteps came from the very creaky wooden staircase. It sounded like someone was coming up from downstairs.
Clack…clack…clack….
Kisuke listened to the slow foot steps and remained still while he waited for the next step. He thought that it was ururu that wanted him to come back downstairs. However, the footsteps stopped in front of his bedroom door.
Knock…knock.
“Yes?” He said, curiously.
“Excuse me…Urahara-Dono.” The gruff voice came from the other side of the door. “Oooh~.” He chuckled. “Tessai-San. Is there something wrong?” “No. I’m making a little snack for the kids and want to ask if you would like some?” He asked. Kisuke turned to you and whispered if you wanted some but you shook your hood as a “no”. He turned his head back to the door and said, “A-ahh. No thank you, tessai-San.” “Is y/n okay?.” He asked politely. “Yes, yes. She’s okay. She’s still getting her beauty sleep.” “Does she want some-” “Oh! Wait!” He grabbed an empty glass cup and quickly got off the bed. In nude form.
“I almost forgot.” He said, turning back to put on his green robe. You sighed and watched him walk to the door. You’re so wet and still sleepy. But, you still had some energy to let him to flip you over and turn you upside down. With your legs still spread open, you hand slid down to your pussy and you dipped a finger into your cunt — but not all the way in. You saw the long strings of your arousal stretch while you were looking at it. Glistening on your fingertips. You brought it down and spread it on your clit. You did it again; listening to the light wet sounds of your arousal in your cunt and spreading on your pussy. On the other hand, “could you fill this up for me?” He opened the sliding door a little bit and quickly outstretched his arm reached to give Tessai the glass cup. “Hmmm.” The spectacle guy nodded in agreement. “I’ll be going, then.” “Yeees~ just leave it by the door” kisuke said, poking his head out the door, watching him go down the stairs and far away. “Good.” He sighed, closing the door and then locking it. “He’ll back with a cup of water for you, y/n cha-” he froze, watching your finger your soaked cunt slowly. “You’re a very interesting one, y/n-chan.” He smirked, taking off his robe as he walked to the side of the bed. You stared at his cock swaying until he got to your side. “Mmm.” You moaned, sitting up and facing it the sheath. You slowly wrapped your mouth around the mushroom tip and sucked it gently. “Ahh.” He moaned lowly, relishing soft warm lips around it. You bobbed your head slowly as you sucked it; looking up at him with your dowey eyes. “Hmph.” He chuckled, watching your pink tongue lick around the tip like a lollipop, slowly. After a short while, he pushed his hips up to your mouth, gently. “Oooh~” he mumbled, feeling your appendage glide around his cock and under the tip. He brought his hand around your head and the other kneading your breast. “Mmm.” You moaned, feeling his girth push into your small mouth gently and your tongue brush the veins around it. “Good girl.” He whispered softly before pulling back to kiss your soft lips. He cupped your cheeks while he kissed you, slowly. “Get on your knees, sweetheart.” He whispered softly, brushing your cheeks while he looked at you gently.
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The glass cup of water was delivered to you not too long ago. Sitting outside the door, waiting to be drunken by you. However, the sheets shifted while the two of were getting in a promising position. Kisuke laid his hands on your thighs as he laid on sat up on a mountain of pillows and your legs were on either side of his thighs. Your ass was in full view in front of him as he sat comfortably on the bed. “Maaa~ you look like even more lovely this way.” He caressed your ass softly. “A lovely cat stretching out, in fact.” He added, taking his cock and stroking it while he looking at your soaked cunt. “Mm.” You hummed, laying the side your face on the bed and your arms on either side of your head. You can go back to sleep this way but you have better plans. “Look at that.” He mumbled to himself, sliding the tip against your folds, slowly. “Mmmm.” You moaned softly, circling your hips to feel it rub your pussy. “Wow.” He said, looking at his cock getting smothered by your warm arousal. Soon after, he aligned himself to your entrance and you slowly lowered your ass on the curved length. “Ahhh.” He breathed out, feeling your plush walls embrace him lovingly. He rested his hand atop your ass and you began bucking your hips down on his cock, slowly. Kisuke leaned back on the stacked pillows and watched the scenery. “Mmmm~” you moaned, relishing the feeling of his girth stroking your walls as you’re circling your hips up and down. Getting adjusted to his length. After a while, he rolled his hips up at an extremely slow pace — watching his glistening cock enter your cunt as he so. “Mmmmm.” He moaned, feeling The rise and fall of your ass on the palm of his hand. he pushed it down gently to match his strokes whenever he entered your core. The full view puts him in a daze. He spreads his legs further apart and increased his pace a bit. Your ass started bouncing on his thighs. The light skin slapping sounds rang in his ears. The curved length grazed your walls so well — making you even more wetter. Rewarding him with a gratified sigh from your lips. “Ah..yeah.” He whispered, grabbing your ass cheek to his cock slide in and out your glistening cunt. You clenched around the length when the tip poked your g-spot.
You lifted your head up quickly and moaned from the fluttering sensations. “Oh..fuck.” You breathed out lazily while your plump ass bounced on his cock. You heard a light chuckle behind you and he smacked your ass. His throaty moans echoed in the air while his cock was getting embraced by your needy cunt lovingly. “Oooh.” He said thickly. “Your pussy feels so good, baby.” He praised you, rolling his hips up rhythmically while watching the whole thing before his eyes. The sheets shifted from under his feet and you opened your eyes to see his knees pushed in a bit. Soon after, he started slamming his hips up against your ass. Roughly yet steadily. “O-oooh.” You croaked, feeling your ass slap against his hips as he thrusted deeply into your soaked cunt. Your nipples were rubbing against the soft sheets and your head was shaking as he so. The sloppy skin slapping sounds and the bed creaking echoed between the two of you. You arched your back and saw stars. “Uuuunnh.” You moaned, shivering whenever he hit that spot over and over, deeply. Your breathless whimpers were music to his ears. His mouth wide open, he couldn’t form any words. His breath was hitching from the relentless clenching of your throbbing cunt around his cock.
You rested your head on the bouncing surface and slid your hand in between your legs and started rubbing your clit in circles. The feather light strokes on your clit made it pulsate that you let you a gratifed sigh. “Mm!” He groaned and smacked your ass while the thrusted feverishly. You were getting wetter and wetter that sounds were becoming more sloppy with each deep thrust. “U-unh!” You quivered, rubbing your clit faster as you were getting closer to your release. He hissed and gripped your hips, marking your skin. “Ugh!” He shivered, breathing heavily as he started feeling your walls tremble. You lifted yourself up and started bouncing on his cock, quickly. Your pants quickened while he slammed into your sloppy cunt. “Yeah. That’s it.” He said thickly, watching your warm white fluids cover his cock. He gripped your hips and pushed your hips back and pulled it down. And bucked into you roughly. The gushing sounds grew louder. “Oh!” You quivered. A fierce and violent rush of flutters danced through your body and you squirted. “Awh!” You moaned, spurting your fluids from the overtaking pleasure as he fucked you to oblivion. You managed to turn and look at him while he was catching on to his release and listen to the filthy wet sounds. His head was pushed back to pillow and his mouth wide open while he let out a long open mouth groan. “Ug-ugh!” His hips started stuttering as he tried to catch his breath m. And, he cummed. “Unh!” He moaned breathlessly, twitching while he thrusted into your warmth and shoots in your core. “M-mggh.” He shivered, dropping his legs.
He opened one of his eyes and saw his cum around your cunt and covering his length. “Damn.” He muttered, his chest heaving and he closed his eyes. “Mm.” You sat up and looked back at the now-putty man. You rolled your hips and bounced on the creamy length, and he winced. You giggled breathlessly when he tried to follow but to no avail. “Feelin sleepy, kisuke?” You teased. He gave a breathless chuckle and smacked your ass lazily.
You giggled. Your pussy really knocked him out. He’s getting soft now too. He deserved it. You mentally noted. You pulled his cock out and turned to straddle him. “Do you want anything?” You teased him as he was cooling off.
He chuckled. “A glass of water would be nice.” “Sure~” you said sarcastically, getting off the bed and heading to the door to get the cup of water that was sitting in front of the door. “Anything else ~ baby?” You emphasized, walking towards the now-sleepy shopkeeper who looked puffy and soft. You snorted at the last thought.
“And a change of new bed sheets.” He mumbled.
You frowned. “Do it yourself, old man.” You placed the cup on the night table and turned to grab your shorts. “W-where are you going?” He looked at you with a worried expression, not wanting you to leave him alone.
“Downstairs. To eat with the kids — ” You said, walking to the door. “For a while.” You gave him a smirk as you closed the sliding door and then headed downstairs.
“Heh.” He dropped his head back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. “You got me.” He whispered to himself — with a soft smirk.
Oh how the tables have turned.
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Lavender Haze
Urahara Kisuke x f!succubusreader
Summary: The vacant house next to Urahara's shop no longer remained empty as a pretty girl moves in. Was he obsessed with the girl next door? Maybe. But how could anyone blame him when you looked so delectable? Plus, he made sure to keep an eye on you, something about your reiatsu was different too...He's just being a good neighbor, that's it! He didn't expect to find out that you were more than just his beautiful neigbour...
cw: eventual smut, inspired by that line in the Chainsaw Man scene, low-key Urahara is stalkery, reader is a succubus, unprotected seggs, reader has succubus form which is small horns, wings and tail, oral(male receiving), creampie, Urahara is in love with his succubus lover, talks of reiatsu you know bleach stuff
wc: 8.2k ( she’s a long one y’all)
a/n: thought this was gonna be normal nasty smut with the normal girl next door. Turns out I made she's a succubus. ADHD brain go bRRRr.
Easily he recalled the Summer when he first met you. He had woken up past the eleventh morning hour, just in time for Tessai to return with items to stock in the store. It was the 4th Sunday of the month. The date where they routinely stocked the store with not only shinigami goods but snacks, drinks, and other convenience store items. He had wondered why there was a moving truck parked in front of the small humble house that neighbored his shop. For years it has been empty. The last owner was this little old lady who sadly passed some time ago. He was used to it being empty so it was only normal that he got curious about who would be living right beside him and his dear employees.
Opening his fan, he cooled himself from the coming afternoon heat and casually stood by the fence, the branches of the trees and their leaves, concealed his wandering eyes. Fanning himself and keeping his eyes hidden by his bucket hat, he searched for the person who was going to be his neighbor.
Out from the back of the truck in a baby pink tank top, denim shorts, and white sneakers, you appeared like those girls in the movies. The girl next door. He really thought those things were just a thing in the fictional world of movies, he didn't expect it to be happening right in front of his eyes. Was he in a movie right now? He pushed the ridiculous thought away and focused on you. He watched as you unloaded the truck with cardboard boxes that contained your belongings and shamelessly ogled the skin revealed to him due to the summer heat.
From your side profile, he could tell just how pretty you were. Your cheeks were flushed from the heat and your skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, making your tank top cling to your body even more, hugging your curves and reminding him of those models in summer magazines. Was he dreaming?
He didn't even know how long he had been staring but he remembered you went in and out of the front door twice, and the heap of cardboard boxes by the pavement doesn't seem to have lessened.
“You know, if you want to make advances toward her, my tip is for you to offer to help her move the boxes.” Tessai’s deep voice sounded behind him, startling the former shinigami.
“Tessai! When did you—advances? I’m merely…looking.” He brought his fan to cover the lower half of his face, a little flustered to be caught. He was so distracted he didn’t notice his friend’s presence.
“You look like a stalker.” A haughty younger voice commented.
Urahara flicked Jinta on the forehead, who was actually looking at you too.
Meanwhile, little Ururu approached you and politely asked if you needed help. The three males hid behind the safety of the concrete fence watching as she talked to you. You smiled at the young girl and their hearts fluttered. Ururu then pointed in their direction and your eyes followed where she was pointing. Squinting your eyes, you could make out two tall figures and a smaller one.
The three of them froze, caught like a deer in headlights.
You waved prettily in their direction as a short greeting before Ururu and you moved your stuff inside.
“You like her.” Jinta teased Urahara.
“Nonsense. I know nothing about her.” He played it off coolly, fanning himself.
“You know that she’s your neighbor now and that she’s attractive.” Tessai backed up the kid, Urahara mocked an expression of betrayal as his friend took Jinta’s side.
“We shall be good neighbors to her and nothing more.” Urahara snapped his fan shut before returning to the air-conditioned confines of his shop. Although he said what he did, he was sure he was going to see a lot of you, and should the opportunity arise that he could flirt.
Just harmless flirting. He told himself.
If only he could take back his words.
As the summer progressed, you settled into your little home and he caught you most of the time when you were coming home from wherever you’ve been but on the weekends, he would have a full view of you in your backyard, tending to the herbs and vegetables you grew at home. With the heat, you’d be in shorts most of the time and it was paired with either a tank top or a sports bra. The two of you only ever acknowledged one another silently, not having the chance to speak to each other formally but he wasn’t going to rush things. Sometimes he thinks it’s better off this way. To just look and don’t touch. It was painful in certain ways for him because, like other men, he too had his own needs and desires.
One afternoon changed everything.
It had been so hot, the air conditioning in his shop wasn’t enough to fight the heat. He had brought out extra fans to make it better and the more he stared at the frozen items box, the more he wanted to just stick his face inside to feel relief.
The door to his shop slid open and in you came. Your back was against the light that shined as you entered and it made you glow. He felt a hint of warmth collect in his abdomen when you smiled softly at him. Your shoulders and collarbones were exposed as you wore a sundress with thin straps. It was shorter than most sundresses, it came up to your mid-thigh, not that he was complaining. It cinched perfectly at your waist and the fabric of the skirt flowed and swished with every movement. God, you were absolutely delectable today.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my new neighbor. How may I help you?” He plastered on his shopkeeper facade.
“I was hoping to find ice cream.” You clasped your hands behind you and raised your shoulders in a cute way. “It’s too hot these days and I’m working from home, so I thought, ice cream would be nice.”
“Good for you, I do have ice cream and an assortment of sweets if that’s to your fancy.” He gestured to the freezer.
“Thank you.” You grinned before going to make your ice cream selection. “So…um…I know I just moved in. I’ve met Ururu who told me she works here and I feel a little rude that I haven’t introduced myself to you yet.” You made small talk, eying the variety of ice cream flavours.
“Oh?”
You introduced yourself properly, telling him your name, and extended your thanks to him for how Ururu helped you move in.
“She’s really strong for her age.” You said, finally choosing an ice cream flavour. Strawberry.
“That she is. Would you be so kind as to also get me a piece?” He asked before you made your way to the counter.
“Oh, sure. What flavour?”
“Same as yours.”
At the counter, you reached inside your little purse to pay but he spoke. “It’s on the house this time, cutie.”
Your heart jumped at the nickname. Heat collected in your cheeks and you murmured your thanks. Somehow instead of leaving, you found yourself sitting next to him in the air-conditioned living room of his house, eating ice cream and having a pleasant conversation. His company was nice and you had to admit you were proud to have made a friend out of your neighbour….attractive neighbour.
Kisuke felt the same too but he had felt the need to keep you around because he was surprised by the spiritual pressure a human like yourself had. He was curious to know if you were some special being or merely a human who will bait hollows and other entities your way. He wouldn’t be surprised if you were some special being with how endearing and magnetic you were. But if you were merely a human with such energy…well, he felt the need to protect you. It didn’t help that he was so willing because he had developed a crush, obsession? Whatever people these days called it. He just knew he wanted you in every way possible but of course, he had to be a gentleman.
“What brought you to Karakura?”
“Was looking at listings and this place was up for rent at a really good price, plus it’s an easy commute to the city and it’s quiet.” You replied, suckling at the strawberry popsicle.
“Quiet? You running away from a boyfriend or something?” He playfully suggested, sneakily asking if you were taken or not. Not that it would be a problem.
“Something like that.” You murmured and his eyes widened a little but then you broke into a smile. “I’m just kidding!”You laughed. “Have you always been a shop owner?”
“Nope.” He answered you truthfully and you tilted your head.
“Oh?”
“It’s complicated but basically, I was expelled from my past occupation.”
“Expelled? Did you do something bad?” Your gaze never left him.
“To them, yes but in my eyes, I failed at what I had to do. So I came here and decided to be a shopkeeper.” He grinned at you, making light of the topic and you gave him a small smile.
“Quite the interesting man you are.” You giggled before having another taste of your ice cream, unaware of the eyes that clouded like a storm at the way your lips wrapped at the tip of the pink iced treat. Taking a bite of his treat, he couldn’t help but wonder how soft your lips might be against his skin, his lips, or his—
“Oi! Urahara!” The shoji door slid open, the cool air from the air conditioning escaping the confines of the living room. Urahara internally sighed at his disrupted thoughts.
Your head casually turned to the unfamiliar voice and stood by the door was someone you’ve never met before. He stared at you and you stared at him, your brows furrowed as he continued to stare for quite some time. His teddy bear brown eyes looked you up and down, taking in the view of an attractive stranger with an ice lolly between her lips and the pretty summer dress she wore. Pink dusted his cheeks before he turned his attention to the man seated not too far from you.
“I-I need to talk to you!” Orange haired boy demanded, masking his fluster.
“Kurosaki-kun, as you can see I have a visitor,” Kisuke responded and you waved your hand.
“It’s okay. I can go.” You told the two men, the urgency in Kurosaki’s eyes told you that it was important and something not to be shared with others. It’s not your problem nor did you care to know what it was.
“Thanks for the ice cream, Kisuke.” You chimed happily, sending a wink his way, and it felt like an arrow went straight into his heart. “I’ll see you around.”
So cute. He thought to himself, a little disappointed you had to go but he must admit watching you walk past Ichigo on your way out, was a pretty view that made up for your leaving. He thanked whatever designer made your dress at such a perfect length. One that wasn’t too short to explicitly tempt and not too long to bore. It was just the right length that created tension, that made Urahara wonder how pretty it would be to bunch the fabric up to reveal more of your thighs.
Once the front door shut telling them of your departure, Ichigo turned to the man still sitting and halfway done with his ice cream.
“Who was that?”
“My neighbor.” Urahara sighed with a smile that Ichigo couldn’t read but made him narrow his eyes at the playfully crafty man. “So, what is it that you need to tell me so badly that you disturbed my precious time with my pretty neighbor?”
Urahara wouldn't say he was a stalker. Maybe if anyone did see him, they'd think that's what he was doing. But he was merely watching you from the comfort of his home. It wasn't his fault his bedroom upstairs looked directly into your bedroom. He'd like to think fate was tempting him, giving him signs that your paths were meant to constantly cross.
It was definitely a game of fate because there were times the curtains were closed and days when they were left drawn apart. It’s not like he waits for you to show up or anything, there were just some instances where he’d see you going to bed in those cute pyjamas of yours. He liked in particular the pink ones or the white and pink shorts ensemble.
Tonight though, he could see you again. Lying on your stomach with a bunny plushie cradling your chin while you read a book, your legs swung in the air, the air conditioner in full blast with how hot the weather had been. This lovely night's choice of sleepwear was a white cotton tank top paired with white frilly shorts. His eyes ran along the length of your legs, wondering how smooth your thighs might be.
Your presence in his life was constant and honestly was a breath of fresh air from all the hollow and shinigami issues that come and go. He would even say you two had become close friends. Small exchanges became him coming over to fix stuff when you need it or you going over to the shop with sweets or pastries from the city. If you had a watermelon to beat the heat, you’d share it with him.
Despite this blooming friendship, Urahara was plagued with thoughts that made his stomach warm and crave you like a wolf hungry for prey. It didn’t help that you had also become the subject of his wet dreams that had always made him wake up in a mess, sweating and he even felt like he didn’t get enough sleep….was he being a bad neighbour?
And could you blame him for the shock and dumbfounded look on his face when you, one searing hot afternoon, asked him? “So do you wanna do it?”
Your voice was soft as your head lay against the pillow of your bed, the two of you had escaped to your room after he had helped you hook the sound system to the tv. The air conditioner was on full blast and the cold air being pushed out was the only sound in the silence between you two.
Urahara sucked in a breath, and doing so made the overwhelmingly sweet scent of your sheets, of you, too much. Pheromones was it? “Do what?” He calmly grinned, not letting his composure falter.
You shifted in your position, stretching a little then leaned your head on your extended arm, locks of your hair cascading over your face and that delicate curve of your neck. Your eyes appeared sleepy as if you had some sake to drink and had gotten tipsy, it was alluring, it was…seducing. Was he dreaming again?
The summer sun glared at him and his eyes adjusted and searched for your face, finding first your glossed pink lips. “Fuck.”
Now he really was at a loss for words. He felt like who he used to be over a hundred years ago when he had become Captain. Easily flustered, nervous, and unsure of himself. “W-what?”
The sun got into his eyes again.
When they adjusted this time, your hands rested on either side of his head and you were looking down at him, meeting his gaze as your hair fell around you. The warm orange hue of the sun kissed your skin and made you and your hair glow. He could even feel the warmth of your skin as you leaned over him, so close.
“I think you heard what I said.” You purred, throwing a leg over his hip. Urahara swallowed the lump in his throat again. Was he dreaming? Oh, god, was he dreaming?! His dreams even felt as real as this. It was hard to tell.
He didn’t dare move a finger scared that if he touched you, you’d disappear. Even when you straddled him with your cool palms against his chest. He laid still.
Your eyes never left him and he wondered if he had imagined the pink glow that flashed in your irises when you batted your lashes and pushed apart the lapels of his samue.
A finger traced along his center, from the crevice between his two collarbones down his chest and to his abdomen. “What’s wrong?”You leaned forward, your lips brushing against his earlobe as you cooed sickeningly sweet. “Why are you so still?” You toyed with the strings of his pants. He swore to himself. Blood was rushing down to his groin and it didn’t help that your ass was pressed against it. There was no way you couldn’t feel him harden against you.
You raised your head a little, pushing his bucket hat up in the process to remove the shadow he hid behind. His eyes couldn’t stay in one place. It jumped from your eyes, the gentle tempting smile of your lips and the sight of your cleavage as your shirt dipped low, soft breasts in their lacy bra cups,
“Y/N-chan….” He sounded as if he was warning you.
“I’m not playing any games with you, Kisuke.” You said, sliding your hands from his shoulders and then to his hands, guiding them to your waist. “Am I?”
“I think you are playing a dangerous game,” he spoke, feeling your waist, internally groaning at the fact he was touching you, really touching you.
“Awe,” you cooed, pouting your lips mockingly. “Are you nervous?” You were teasing him now, cradling his wrists and sliding them higher til they cupped your breasts.
“Aren’t you?” He managed to say, fighting the urge to squeeze your breasts through your shirt, he could already feel just how soft they were.
You shook your head, your resting smile unfaltering as you continued to splay your fingers on his exposed chest, running them up and down sensually slow you could feel the goosebumps on his skin form.
You cupped his face, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb. Each contact made a shivering delightful feeling bloom on his skin and the intensity of your gaze melted him further and further as if it was pulling him under a spell.
The feeling intensified when you leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his cheek, then his jaw, and god, his neck. Urahara moaned softly, the heat of your lips and the slight nibble of your teeth on his sensitive skin was like another sip of exquisite saké.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” He lowered his hands to your hips, grabbing the flesh as he rolled his hips upwards for so much needed friction. The feeling made you giggle. That sound was like a siren song.
“Maybe.” You said with a smile he could feel against his skin before you continued to kiss along his neck. A sensual roll of your hips and his eyes shut momentarily at the feeling. “I can tell you’re enjoying this.”
He was. He was thoroughly enjoying this, the heavy petting, the kissing, and the closeness of your bodies. This experience was different. He felt all too consumed in your aura, your presence, and your touch. It was intoxicating. He wondered if this was normal. If the dreams, the way you took up all his thoughts and now your very touch, were all still of the human world.
Before he could even question and remind himself of your spiritual energy, your lips stopped their delicious kisses and you straightened your back. You reached for the hem of your shirt and peeled it over your head, your hair tousled by the removal. Staring at you felt surreal. It was almost psychedelic. Your body was the only figure that was clear while everything else other than you was fuzzy and blurred.
“I’m gonna ask you again, Kisuke.” Your voice traveled smoothly in both his ears, echoing in his head. He swore there were pink symbols in your irises right now. His eyes were locked on yours, there was no denying it. “Do you…” you pressed your naked breasts against his chest, their softness against his muscles making him painfully hard. “…want…”. You kissed his cheek. “…to…” then the corner of his lips, so dangerously close. He gripped your hips, hard enough to leave marks. You were driving him crazy. You hovered your lips over his, barely touching. “…fuck?”
You didn’t have to ask him again.
A rough hand grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down to finally, finally, kiss you.
Oh, he tasted sweet. So sweet. You could feel his beautiful spiritual energy seep under your skin. You were right to have chosen him. Even though you moved here to start anew, you didn’t expect to meet someone like him. You didn’t know what he was exactly but his spiritual energy had you weak in your knees. It flowed bountifully like a waterfall. It was strong too which meant you wouldn’t need much to keep your capabilities base level.
You were giddy and thrilled to have found him.
This was not normal. Urahara thought as he kissed you with such hunger. His lips moved in tandem with yours, fighting for dominance and easily winning it. He thought your touch was intoxicating? Your lips were far more dangerous. They were downright hallucinogenic. It was as if they were laced with a poison that seeped immediately into his system that made the depraved lust he had for you, increase a thousandfold.
This was definitely not normal.
Your spiritual energy was increasing too, it felt like a weighted velvet blanket on his body, getting heavier and heavier. Not heavy, almost, joining with his? How was this possible?
Thinking wasn’t easy, not when he had the beautiful neighbour he’s been dreaming and fantasising of on top of him. His hands moved on their own, feeling and tracing your curves, cupping your soft breasts, and feeling their weight against his palms. This was better than he imagined you felt. It couldn’t compare.
Urahara pulled away to catch his breath. His chest rose and fell quickly while you kissed the spot on his neck that you had marked before and lowered yourself, leaving kisses along his chest and his abdomen. His breath hitched when he felt your chin brush the hem of his pants. His eyes snapped open to look down and were met with dark clouded eyes staring prettily up at him, lashes fluttering with each blink.
“Watching me from your bedroom isn’t enough is it?”
You knew? Fuck. For how long?
“You caught me,” he chuckled, petting your head adoringly. “No point in lying to you, is there?”
You shook your head with a sly, cheeky smile. “You don’t have to lie to me, Kisuke.” You untie the strings to his pants, the hem loosening easily. “Have you thought about this?”
His breath got caught in his throat. Your hand pressed against his erection through the fabric. “Y-yes. C’mon, sweetheart. Don’t tease me. I thought you weren’t playing any games with me?”
“I’m not.” You shimmied his pants down along with his boxers, cock springing freely from the constraints of the fabric.
Urahara hissed when the cool air kissed the leaking head of his cock. Was he always this sensitive? Before he could say anything, your tongue licked a stripe along his length, dreamy eyes staring up at him with lust. You enjoyed his reactions. He looked so pretty like this, cheeks flushed, eyes droopy with desire, and hair all tousled. You continued your ministrations, running your tongue once more at his perfectly sized length before kissing the cute pink head of his cock, the precum already making your senses vibrate crazily.
Like you had suckled on the strawberry popsicle the first time he had you over, your lips wrapped prettily around him, your tongue hot against his cock as you swirled it over his sensitive head.
“Keep going, sweetheart. F-fuck,” he softly moaned out. His words encouraged you and the gentle brush of his thumb along your brow made you happily take him deeper. His fingers tighten in your hair as he groaned in bliss. He was hot and heavy against your tongue, and the natural condition of your entity enjoyed the musky taste of him.
Urahara’s fantasies were incomparable to this. He was already losing his mind at the hot warmth of your mouth and the rhythmic bobbing of your head along his cock. A sharp delightful shiver ran up and down his spine when he felt his tip touch the back of your throat, you gagged cutely and he looked down at you to make sure you were okay. He was brought immediately closer to the edge when he drank in the sight of your glossy eyes staring up at him with an adorable furrow of your brows. This was far better than he imagined.
His moans left him freely, and his hand on your head continued to pet you as he felt the tension in his spine tighten. You could feel yourself get wetter just at the sight of him. Touching him and finally pleasuring him, was heightening your sensitivity. The ache in your core was painfully sweet and you couldn’t help but moan around his length, completely aware of how the vibrations affected him.
Urahara swore under his breath, unable to hold back the following thrusts of his hips as his orgasm bursts through his body. He felt as if broke through the cottony haze he had been under, only to sink right back in and further down once more. He could feel the way your tongue moved as he remained still inside, and the movement of your throat as you swallowed his cum with your eyes shut in bliss. What an obscene picture.
He felt your spiritual energy increase again. The little clarity he was able to gather after climaxing helped give his brain enough time to form full thoughts and assess the situation.
Watching you pull back, you detached yourself, cock slipping from your lips with a soft pop. You licked along your lips with a satisfied smile, like a cat who just got the cream. Which you kinda …did. The way you glowed intensified, and your aura had completely changed.
“You’re not human aren’t you?” He caught his breath, analysing his senses. It wasn’t a question that he needed an answer to.
“You’re not human too.” You simply answered back, climbing on top of him. His cock, half hard, slotting between your warm slit.
“You’re feeding off my reiatsu.”
“Something like that,” you smiled, intertwining your fingers with his. “I can’t exactly feed off just any kind of reiatsu.” You slowly rocked back and forth, Urahara feeling the wetness of your pussy coating him. His hands gripped yours, his eyes rolling back at the heat of your folds. God, he wanted to be inside you.
“Sexual reiatsu then?”
“Mhm.” You hummed, gasping when the tip of his cock caught at your entrance. You lifted your hips a little higher. “S-something like tha—.” You cut off with a moan as you sunk down a little, taking in the head of his length. He felt better than you could ever imagine.
Urahara felt that at this moment, he had more control than you did. Your fingers were squeezing him, your thighs were quivering with need and your face, your pretty face, was trying so hard to focus. You looked as if you were losing all resolve, completely crumbling apart with lust. He watched you intently, refusing to miss a single thing as you sank down on him, taking him into your tight, velvety heat that‘s got him aching hard again.
Bottomed out, your head fell forward. You took a couple of breaths as you allowed yourself time to adjust. It has been a while since you’ve laid with anyone, you almost hated yourself for tearing away the euphoric feeling of connecting your body to someone. Even so, with him, it was different. You didn’t just want to have him once and leave it at that. You wanted to have him. Completely. God, his reiatsu feeding yours was overwhelming. You could cry at how good he feels.
His voice pierced through the rapturous screaming of your body. He said your name so sweetly. That gentle and teasing coo of your name that had you weak in the knees.
“Look at me.”
Without a second thought, you did as he said. His larger hands squeezed yours in a reassuring manner and you felt as if your heart was going to burst at that action. You met his gaze, the once dwindling remnants of your energy almost fully replenished after months. Urahara was met with the pink pattern in your irises in full glow. Everything but you was a blur of colours. The effect your being had on him was akin to a drug that heightened every pleasurable sensation and kept you and him in a haze of warm lavender.
If his assumptions were correct, then he was one lucky and unfortunate bastard.
“Show me who you really are.” He untangled one hand to caress your cheek, the soft touch making you lean into his palm.
How could you not give him everything he wanted? His reiatsu was sweet, warm, and enveloping. It was delicious. You felt intoxicated by it and ever since your skin touched his, you knew you drew him into your web.
Urahara moaned when you rolled your hips, his cock hugged by your velvety walls, and he cussed when you took his thumb into your pretty little mouth. He blinked a couple of times, fighting the urge to rock into you as he wanted to see your true form. Your kind was rare, very rare. In fact, many shinigami believed your kind to be just a myth and a fantasy of depraved men.
The sun had begun to set and the golden hour illuminated your skin. Its rays glared at his eyes once more and when his eyes adjusted again, he caught the shape of two horns curling by the side of your head like a crown and stretched wide behind you were the most majestic set of wings, a shade of deep purple. Your eyes were shut as his thumb swiped your lower lip. Were you embarrassed?
“Didn’t I tell you to look at me?” He chuckled and you adorably blinked your eyes open, lashes fluttering. God, you were so cute. He can’t hold himself back anymore.
Gently with his strength, he switched your positions. Your back landed on the soft mattress of your bed, taking you by surprise that your wings had contracted into themselves. His hands held your hips as he hoisted them onto his thighs, lifting them up. You stared at him, eyes wide. His thumb spread apart your puffy lips, humming satisfactorily at how it glistened with slick. When he returned his gaze to your face only to find it hidden behind your hands, he found it endearing that you were being shy especially since it was in your nature…
“What’s wrong?” He asked, rubbing his length between your folds, collecting your slick before guiding his head to your entrance, merely kissing with the tip. You whined into your hands at the feeling, hips wriggling for more. “Talk to me, Y/N-channn.”
“I-I have never shown anyone…” you peaked through your fingers, his ash blonde hair prettily a mess over his eyes as he looked at you with such a gentle look, a contrast to your former lover from a hundred years ago whose face had contorted in horror in a rare blood moon. “…shown anyone at will…”
“You hide this cute form of yours?” He pushed the head of his cock in, turned on by the way your back arched at just him entering you.
He sighed out in bliss, sinking slowly, inch by inch feeling the warmth of your walls hug him. It was heavenly. God, he was never going to get enough of you. There’s so much he wanted to do to you. This was just the tip of the iceberg.
“K-kisuke,” you whimpered, not satisfied with him just remaining still inside you. You needed more.
"What's gotten you so submissive, hm?" He teased, taking his thumb and massaging your clit. The pressure made you moan. "You were the one who started all this." He drew his hip back a little to shallowly rock in and out of you. His own moan accompanied yours, your walls contracting needily around him.
He was right. You were the one who started this but now you were melting in his touch, helplessly needing his touch. You believed it was the strength of his reiatsu. It was stronger than any human you've played with to just get enough energy to keep your powers available to you. His sexual reiatsu, unlike humans, felt as if you had no way of depleting it, it was making your senses and your lustful need increase a thousandfold.
"P-please, I need you." You whimpered, your hands no longer hiding your face. They fell to your side as you gripped your sheets, the slow rocking of his hips, the slow sensation of his cock scraping your walls, was driving you insane. You wanted it in full force, not like this, this was torture. If it had been just another human, you would've maintained full control. He was different.
"You beg just as cute as I thought." He smiled at you, hands gripping your hips tight. "I still have questions." Though he was stalling from giving you what you want, enjoying the obscene sight of your body shivering and aching for pleasure, and your cute lewd face, he was using everything in him to not just fuck you senseless in your bed.
"I'll answer anything you ask after!" You cried out, the burning ache in your core too much. You needed the sweet burst of relief to wrack your body, you needed the vulgar rapture of fucking to ruin you. "Just, please, please, use me as you wish." You never begged any of your victims like this.
The sweet sound of your voice pleading him like that deepened his desire for you. He'll show you just how much he's been wanting you all this time.
He drew his hips back, almost leaving the velvet heat of your walls. You were about to whine, thinking he was going to tease you to no end but no. Like a man starved, like a dog in heat, he drove back into you, fully sheathing himself again, and regulated a rough and fast pace.
Your lips parted in a silent scream, that tingling and electrifying feeling you’ve deprived yourself of in the full flux of your energy for years, sent strong, crashing waves of pleasure throughout your body. It was euphoric. Each deep stroke had your toes curling and your eyes shutting in pure bliss. Every nerve receptor was on overdrive and made the right coiling feeling in your tummy contract further.
You didn’t care about the lewd moans that left your lips or the obscene sound of skin slapping on skin and the wet squelching of your pussy as Urahara pounded into you. That burning ache within you was being scratched and god, why did his cock feel so good.
Urahara was relentless. He drew his hips back and drove them back in in a crazed frenzy, chasing his own high and addicted to the warm plush walls of your pussy squeezing him. His own groans and pleasurable moans melded with yours, the two of you a hot sticky mess of sex.
Even in the daze of carnal lust, he made sure to enjoy the pornographic sight of you on his bed, puffy pussy lips split apart by his cock and tits bouncing with each collision of his hips against yours. You were so out of it too. Your cute little tongue poked out just a bit between your lips and your eyes couldn’t even stay open, you were just spiraling in pure pleasure.
He brought one of your legs over his shoulder, angling himself in a way he could rut in you deeper. “K-Kisuke!” You screamed his name out so sweetly, his cock head kissing your g-spot repeatedly. You were just a mess of arousal. He could feel how wet you were by the way you coat his cock and even drip over his thighs and the bed. It was downright dirty. And it was all for him.
“F-fuck,” he swore to himself, thrusting endlessly, feeling a tightness in the base of his spine. He was dangerously close and it didn’t help that you were too. Your walls were hugging him tighter and you messily continued to get wetter, his cock scraping your walls over and over emitting sloppy wet sounds.
You could feel him get harder inside you and you bit your lip at how delicious that felt. He looked so pretty when he fucked you. His cheeks were pink and his skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. Your release was growing nearer and nearer. Sweet refrains of his name continued to leave your lips, begging and pleading for more, and telling him how good he felt which encouraged him to fuck you harder.
His hand caressed your lower tummy, pressing his palm against where his cock was inside of you. The pressure made you keen, your fingers gripping the sheets now.
Urahara was completely focused on the beautiful creature you were, wanting nothing more than to make you his and be the only one to hear your sweet moans. To be the one who would make those cute lewd expressions form on your pretty face. The only one to see just how beautiful you are.
His thumb finds your throbbing pearl and massaged it in circular motions. You cried out in pleasure, the added stimulation making you tip over the edge. Your walls gripped his cock tight making it almost impossible to pull out as your body convulsed. Your lips were parted and your eyes were shut as pleasure shot through you like electricity. Your hips were shaking as you came all over him, your sweet honey spilling forth as he shallowly thrusts, his balls tightening.
“F-fuck, tell me where to cum, sweetheart.” He tried to control the quick rhythm of his hips that was moving desperately to empty himself into you.
Urahara searched for your face through the curtain of his blond hair over his eyes. Your hair was strewn over your face as you panted, hips shaking and soft breasts bouncing with his movement. He needed your answer and he hoped it was the one he wanted.
“I-inside.” You sighed dreamily, watching him through heavy lidded eyes. You moved your leg over his shoulder to join the other in wrapping around his waist, trapping him in place to uphold your answer.
The symbol in your irises was glowing pink. You held out your arms, inviting him into them and he leaned forward, crashing his lips into yours as he did. He kissed you deeply, driving his cock hard and fast, focused on the hot grip of your pussy around his throbbing and aching cock. Your arms were wrapped around him as you kissed him back, moving your lips in perfect tandem with his.
Your body was still electrified from your orgasm and the continuous sensation of his cock rocking in and out of you was sending you into overdrive. You wouldn’t be truly satisfied til you had his seed anywhere on you and even better inside of you.
With a couple more thrusts and giving it all in his final one, the tightness in the base of his spine, exploded. You moaned into his mouth as you felt heat shoot inside of your womb, it made your eyes roll back in ecstasy. Urahara kept himself hoisted up as he emptied his balls, groaning as he felt your walls milk his cock. How salacious your pussy was, he had thought. You were going to drive him crazy. He remained still inside of you, relishing in the sweet victorious sensation of fulfilling one of his dirty fantasies.
He peppered kisses along your neck as your bodies remained pressed against one another. This wasn’t anything he’d experienced before. It was definitely out of this world.
“You feel so good, Kisuke.” You hummed sweetly, petting his head as the two of you laid side by side now on your bed.
He rested his head on the pillow of your breasts, his arms draped over your abdomen as yours and his legs remained tangled with one another. The climax of both your highs lingered longer than expected and you two cuddled as you both recovered from the raw mindless fucking you two indulged in.
“The things you do to me, woman.” He let out a sigh, though a little tired, his cock twitched to life wanting to bury itself inside you once more.
You giggled. “You can ask me anything you like. I did. promise you.” You lovingly pet him, your heart tied to this man.
“You’re no normal cutie neighbor that’s for sure,” he concluded, light-heartedly. He caressed your side. “How long have you starved yourself?”
You didn’t expect that…he almost sounded pained to have asked that.
“A while…”
“Myths say your kind needs semen to survive.” He couldn’t help but think of how he came inside of you as he said that.
“That myth is partially wrong.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “We don’t need it to survive. We feed off sexual reiatsu that is emitted when we engage in any kind of sexual activity with a man. The semen is the most potent form of a man’s sexual reiatsu.”
“Which means?” He was honestly curious. He adjusted his position so he could comfortably look at you as you spoke while still holding you close.
“To put it simply, to us, it’s like an energy shot. A very addicting, delicious, energy shot that our bodies happily respond to.” You explained, your cheeks warm. You couldn’t help but be flushed by him. He was gazing up at you as you spoke to him about the ways of your kind. It was unnatural and you expected a far more negative reaction, not this sweet adoration in his eyes.
“How come I’m not depleted of my reiatsu ?”
“B-because…I don’t want to.” Your voice trailed off, getting softer.
“How long have you abstained?”
“For quite sometime now. I didn’t want to continue feeding off humans…they will...have deteriorated if they kept relations with me.”
Urahara could hear the pain in your voice. You found your very being to be a curse. He assumed you had stopped because of your soft heart but that was dangerous of you to do to yourself.
Silence fell before the two of you, there was a far-off look in your eyes and he wondered about how lonely you must’ve been. You’ve probably never had the chance to really have a relationship with a human man. To be in love.
Oh, the thought made his heart ache. Luck for you, he wasn’t a human. He could fulfill all your needs if you asked him to.
“What happens if you keep continuing to…um…see… the same man? Besides deterioration.” He asked, breaking you away from your trance.
You knew what he insinuated.
“O-oh…well…I would form a bond with him but in the past, I'd always chose not to feed off the same man twice. So I never bonded with any of them. ”
“And how will you know if this bond has formed?”
He was asking very specific questions but you didn’t think much of it. Though you haven’t even formed a bond yet, you felt your heart was chained to him. You wanted him all to yourself.
“A very special mark would show up right here,” you took his hand and placed it a couple of centimetres below your navel, low and close to the apex of your mound.
Urahara followed your hand and stared at the smooth, unmarked skin.
“Kisuke…”
He’ll never get tired of you saying his name.
“Yes?” He looked at you once more. His pretty little goddess.
“What are you really? Your reiatsu is different from a human. It’s stronger and there’s so much of it.” You cupped his cheek. “You’re no ordinary shopkeeper.”
He didn’t feel the need to hide the truth from you. You had shown him your true form, which he didn’t understand why you were ashamed of. To him, it was cute and sexy. Every man’s sick fantasy.
The playful and aloof facade he always wore, faded. His eyes were serious now but still gazed at you gently. The tone of his voice was no longer in the usual happy melodious tune he took. “I was once a soul reaper, my dear.”
You blinked, surprised at the revelation that explained his reitasu being different from anyone you’ve ever met. You knew of shinigami , you see them in Karakura town both in their true form where other humans can’t see them, and in their gigai . You didn’t expect your handsome, cute but pervy, neighbour to be one.
“I see.” Was all you said, still holding the man in your arms who comfortably remained in your warm embrace, his own limbs draped over your own.
Your brows furrowed when you felt him slip away, sitting up beside you, his broad muscular back flexing as he did.
“Kisuke?” You sat up too, on your knees.
He glanced at the call of your name and shuddered at the cute sight before him. Naked skin glimmering, cute eyes staring at him, little cute horns curled on each side of your head and your wings relaxed behind you, had him enchanted by you once again. He was down bad. Very, very bad.
He sighed, turned to face you, and inched close. His surroundings were clear of that haze your energy created. The entirety of your room was clear and no longer blurry, yet this invisible glowing halo on you still remained.
“The sun has set.”
Was he leaving? Your heart cracked at the thought. You didn’t want to use your powers to keep him, you wanted him but you wanted him to want you for you of his own volition. “Y-yes it has.”
“We shouldn’t…” He looked down, his hair falling over his eyes.
You understood. A little ashamed, dejected even, you slowly brought the sheets up to your chest, covering yourself as you bit your trembling lip, waiting for words that would feel like a knife pierced your chest.
“We shouldn’t waste any time then.” Urahara nodded, as he came to a decision about whatever he thought.
You blinked, confused. “What?”
In a flash, you found yourself, torso down on the bed with a pillow underneath you to keep you comfy while his hands firmly gripped your hips, hoisting it up. You yelped at the sudden position, feeling the remnants of Urahara’s seed unloaded into you that didn’t fit in your womb anymore, leaked out of your messy slicked hole.
“Oh wow, how messy.” He teased and then blinked. “You didn’t tell me you had this cute tail!” From the base of your spine and extended was a slender black serpentine tail.
His reiatsu was insane. One encounter with him replenished your powers and awakened your true form. No one ever had this effect on you. And he thought this form, horns, wings, and tail were cute?!
"Ah!" A ticklish shudder ran up and down your spine. The sound that left you was a mix between a moan and a yelp. "D-don't do that." You whimpered, legs shaking.
"Do what?" He played innocently, fingers trailing over where your tail connected to your spine. He was enjoying having you under his control. Then repeated what he did again, watching the way your thighs shook and your cute pink pussy pulse.
"Don't pull at it!" You whined, feeling embarrassed. You've never, ever, dared to be seen in your true form. You buried your face into the pillow and Urahara was screaming internally at how adorable you were.
"Awe, I'm sorry." He pouted, caressing gently the base of your spine. "Why are you hiding?"
"I-I'm just not used to being seen like this."
"But you're sooo cute, like this." He replied, pressing himself against you, slowly rubbing his hardening length between your folds making you mewl.
"Y-you want to..." you panted, losing yourself at the friction of his cock rubbing your clit. You wanted him again and more if he was able. You didn't want to tire him out. "...again?"
"I told you didn't I?" He popped the head of his cock into your pussy once more, slowly filling you up inch by inch. "We shouldn't waste any time." Urahara groaned, balls deep inside you once more with the gorgeous view of your back curved with your plush ass against him.
You squealed into the pillow, unashamedly pushing your hips further back to feel him deeper.
"By the end of the night, Y/N-chan," he huskily spoke, gently tugging at your tail. The action made you squeeze around him deliciously, arousal tickling your whole body. "We're gonna make sure I leave that mark."
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he grabbed your thighs and pulled you close, edging you further onto his tongue. ' ' taste so fuckin' good' baby, th's pretty pussy all f'me ' ' he grunted into you, nose rubbing off your sensitive and overstimmed clit. lining kisses up your slits, one by one, teasing you for what seemed like ages. ' ' y'ready f'me? Ready f'daddy baby? ' ' when his eyes met yours he shoved two digits in without warning, before re entering his tongue into bliss for another hour.
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Kinktober Day 6
Kinktober Day 6: Toys, Kisuke Urahara x female reader.
Kisuke's hand is planted on your thigh, pushing it down into the bed and spreading your legs even farther apart. He endlessly presses the vibrator onto your clit and you arch your back.
You moan loudly as the vibrations send waves of pleasure through your body. Wetness drips down from your folds and a smirk pulls on Kisuke's face.
He loves watching you whimper and squirm as he presses the vibrator harder onto your clit. Your eyes fill up with tears from the sensation that's building up inside of you.
The vibrating against your clit along with Kisuke's hand on your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh makes your eyes roll in the back of your head.
"Does it feel good, y/n?" Kisuke asks and you pant heavily, nodding your head.
"Y-yes. So good," you stutter out your words, moaning. Kisuke smirks and dips his head down to your bare pussy. His tongue runs over your folds and a shiver runs down your spine.
Your heart skips a beat as Kisuke's tongue pokes inside of your folds and you throw your head back, whimpering. His warm breath fans over your cunt and you prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him.
His hand travels up your thigh and he slides two digits inside of your wet pussy.
"Kisuke!" you hiss out, reaching down and tugging on a handful of his hair. Kisuke groans as you pull on his hair and his eyes lock onto yours.
He curls his fingers up against your g-spot, a moan wretching out from your throat.
You weren't sure how much longer you could take it. It was all becoming too much.
"Kisuke, I'm-" you breath out and Kisuke nods his head.
"I know," he whispers out, pushing his fingers deep inside of you, earning a cry of pleasure from you as your thighs tremble.
Your cum squirts out from your pussy and Kisuke lets out a deep chuckle. Your clit spasms against the vibrator and Kisuke's fingers become coated in your arousal.
Kisuke pulls the vibrator away from your sore clit and presses his lips to it. You moan softly as you come down from your high.
"You did such a good job, my good girl," Kisuke smirks, before trapping your lips with his.
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Kisuke enjoys rubbing his stubble against your face. You complain about it scratching up your skin, but really you adore when he does this. He smells so good...like incense, cardboard and something that's just so...him.
So the one time he actually shaves and presses his face against yours, your eyes widen and you're asking your lover what the hell happened to his stubble. Kisuke smirks when you turn to look at him.
"My, my...and here I thought my little darling hated my stubble."
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YANDERE ANIME CHARACTERS X Female!READER!
Auther note - my simp ass just had this thought of making a yandere headcanons hehe!(^～^;)ゞ
Warning:- Dark themes, Mention of abuse, Female Reader , Random anime characters!
Kisuke Urahara :-
• You two met when you and Rukia went to get Rukia's order.
• Since you and Rukia gave your power to Ichigo it makes easier for him to kidnap you.
• He usually calls you ‘Doll’ and ‘Baby girl’.
• He manages to convince you that he just wants the best for you.
• You eventually warmed up to him and started loving him back.
• He usually watches Disney movies with you, your favourite one is the lion king.
• He doesn't lock you up in room, but stalks you when he's even a little suspicious.
• When someone tries to flirt with you they ‘Mysteriously’ disappear next day.
Hisoka Morow:-
• I feel like hisoka would be a possesive and obsessive yandere.
• Also, i don't think he would hit his darling unless he just snapped or got too mad at her escape attempts.
• If he has you locked up, no one could ever save you even gon or killua can't save you.
• You'd have to eventually accept your fate.
• Once you accept his love, he would let you have some more freedom but will never let you out by yourself.
Kakashi Hatake:-
• Kakashi is a possesive yandere.
• Even after being so possesive, he would NEVER EVER hit his darling.
• Because he has lost so many people's in his life, he would do almost anything or everything to protect you.
• He'd definitely keep you locked up in your house because liks he said “It's for your own good” (ofcourse you're hokage's darling)
• He will never force his love on you (he's a sweet yandere afterall).
• You'll eventually fall in love with his sweetness.
Kai Chisaki (Overhoul):-
• Super possesive (You already know lol).
• He may even hit his S/o if she try to escape. She tried to climp the window? Well, she better run!
• She and Eri would also get close, like mother and daughter.
• When the hero's went to save Eri, they'd tried to save you as well.
• During the battle vs hero's, he'd try to save you more than he'd try to save Eri.
• During his stay in the tartus he'd only think about you and only you.
• If he escapes, you better run because he will do anything to find you.
Light Yagami (Kira):-
• He'd kidnap you after a week or two of knowing you.
• He'd do anything he can to make sure L and Misa don't find out who you are.
• When you first saw him, you thought there is no way in hell that he's kira, but after knowing him better you realised that he was the mastermind behind all the murders.
• He'll be most possesive of them all, trust me!
• He keeps you on his basement and checks on you every day.
• He says he is only doing it to keep you safe.
• He whispers words like “I love you Y/n” Or “You'll soon fall for me too”. (Well, he isn't wrong, is he?)
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“what do you think you’re doing?” you pause mid action feeling the presence of your boyfriend towering over your hunched figure.
“nothing.” you murmur but your words don’t come out clear since you left the spoon in your mouth, also a piece of evidence from your crime.
“how many times do i have to tell you?” comes a huff from behind you and you feel your head being lifted to look him in the eyes as he pulls the spoon out of your mouth “stop eating my ice cream!”
a small squeak escapes your lips as you’re carried from the open kitchen to your shared living room, fingers caress your sides emitting chuckles from your lips “stop!”
“absolutely not.” replies your boyfriend as he continues his attacks whilst you swing your arms and legs around, laughter taking over your entire body.
“i leave you for 5 minutes and suddenly half of the ice cream is already gone?!”
“as a couple, what’s yours is mine.”
“wonderful, care to explain why you get sulky when i eat your food?”
“because what’s mine is mine.”
“you little hypocrite!” before he can continue tickling you, you grab a hold of his hands and press a kiss to his lips.
“there you go, now stop complaining.” you pull away only to find him leaning in closer.
“i need to taste it more.”
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Pairings: Sosuke Aizen x F!Reader, Kisuke Urahara x F!Reader (Modern AU)
Word Count: 5.2K
Warnings: transactional relationship, sugar daddy arrangement, age difference, power imbalance, possessiveness, marking, collars, choking, oral sex (male receiving), teasing joke about pet play, alcohol, drunken behavior, tipsy reader, smoking, intimidation, manipulation
A/N: This chapter was so fun to write, mostly because I've been looking forward to Kisuke's introduction. 😁 IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT INTERACT!
“We’ve been invited to a Halloween party.”
You roll over onto your side, the sheets tangling around your legs as you look up at Sosuke. It’s a Sunday morning in late October, and the two of you have opted for indulgent laziness, lingering in bed long after waking.
He’s still reading his book, turning the page with a small flick of the wrist. “It’s an annual masquerade,” he explains. “Black tie.”
“Sounds like it could be fun,” you venture, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling yourself closer to him. As you rest your head on his hip, you can feel his body relax, as if your nearness calms him.
Reaching down, he slowly strokes your hair, a smile tugging at his lips. “Yes. And admittedly… I’d like to show you off.”
His eagerness to have you on his arm never fails to flatter you. Turning onto your back, you prop your head on his thigh and stare up at him, admiring his profile as he turns to take a sip of coffee.
“You said it’s annual. Do you go every year?”
At that, Sosuke’s expression changes. He frowns and sets his mug aside, his gaze almost distracted as he glances down at you.
“No. The host is… an old friend.” The smile he attempts better resembles a grimace. “We have something of a complicated history.”
Feeling both concerned and curious, you reach up, gently prying his book from his hands and setting it aside. “We don’t have to go.”
But even as you say it, you begin to connect what all he’s told you, and a look of understanding crosses your face.
“Is that why you want to show me off?”
To his credit, Sosuke makes no attempt to deny it. His fingers continue to thread through your hair, the possessive glint in his eyes by now familiar.
“Can you really blame me?”
He gives your hair a tug, enough to make you arch your neck. As he traces the marks he’s left there, he murmurs, “I’ve always taken a perverse pleasure in seeing others covet what’s mine.”
Your eyes flutter shut as you relish his touch, the lazy slowness of his fingertips gliding across your skin. “What makes you think he will?”
He falls silent for a long moment before quietly answering, “He and I are more alike than either of us would care to admit.”
With that, it seems your morning interlude has ended. Sosuke begins to shift beneath you, prompting you to sit up. When he disappears into the bathroom, headed for his closet, you collect the clothes you tossed over a nearby chair the night before. You perch at the end of the bed and wait for him, hugging your oversized turtleneck around yourself.
Normally, the two of you would spend the day together. But he informed you last night that he has lunch reservations with Gin and Kaname, followed by fencing practice. He’s increased his time at the club as of late, preparing for an upcoming tournament he plans to enter.
“You’re welcome to stay here,” he says, walking back into the bedroom. He’s chosen a midnight blue sweater with a collared shirt underneath, his pants neatly pressed. Although he’s wearing his glasses, you know his contacts are tucked away in the fencing bag slung over his shoulder.
“That’s kind of you, but I should head home.”
In truth, you suspect it would feel strange, inhabiting his space while he’s not around. If he were truly your boyfriend, maybe you would feel differently. But regardless, it’s been several days since you’ve been able to spend quality time in your apartment. You can catch up on laundry and handle other “life admin” tasks, as Rangiku so trendily calls them.
Sosuke walks you out, an easy quiet stretching between you until you reach the sidewalk in front of his building. His driver is already parked and waiting to take you home, while Gin’s now-familiar Porsche Panamera idles right behind it.
You can see the man in question sitting behind the wheel, smiling — always smiling. When he waves, stretching his arm out the window, you manage a half-hearted one in return.
Your attention is dragged away when Sosuke’s thumb and forefinger tip your chin up, prompting you to look at him.
“Later this week, we’ll go shopping.”
The softness of his voice tells you he’s interpreted your discomfort as disappointment, assuming that you’re feeling reluctant to let him leave. “We’ll find something perfect for the party.”
You nod and force yourself to smile, allowing his nearness to calm you, just as yours does him. “Okay.”
“Ah… I almost forgot.”
Hefting the fencing bag a little higher on his broad shoulder, he reaches into his back pocket, retrieving his wallet. “I left my checkbook upstairs, but I have cash.”
It feels as if your stomach is twisting in on itself. Of course. He needs to pay you.
Because that’s all part of the arrangement, isn’t it? It’s easier to accept his checks and deposit them using your phone, the process so quick, you barely have to think about it. But having crisp bills pressed into your palm in broad daylight, in the middle of a sidewalk in one of the wealthier parts of the city… It feels wrong, like you should be embarrassed or ashamed.
He doesn’t seem to notice your shift in mood, bending down to press a kiss to your cheek before turning and walking away. Mechanically, you force yourself to slide into the backseat of his hired car, the driver already well aware of your destination.
You know the only way things will ever change is if you talk to Sosuke. He’s always valued your honesty, the way you speak your mind around him, seemingly without hesitation.
This, however, is different. As you sit cross-legged on your couch that afternoon, folding a load of freshly-washed towels and barely paying attention to the midday news, you realize you’re afraid he’ll say no.
Maybe he likes things exactly the way they are now. He did tell you he doesn’t do committed relationships. But aren’t the two of you already committed, even in some capacity? Would it really change things that much to alter the terms of your arrangement and pursue something more emotionally satisfying?
Your gaze lingers on the stack of cash sitting at the corner of your coffee table — ten hundred-dollar bills — before your attention is drawn to the television.
They’re playing footage from a joint press conference held by the police department and the district attorney’s office. Having attended several of Rangiku’s work Christmas parties at her insistence, you recognize the DA, Jushiro Ukitake.
Despite his long white hair, tied neatly at the nape of his neck, you estimate he can’t be any older than 45. A soft-spoken man in private settings, he carries himself with stern professionalism when needed. And at this moment, it’s clear that he’s commanding attention with ease.
Standing beside him is another familiar figure, his hair just as white, though his gaze is hard and piercing rather than warm. Toshiro Hitsugaya, Rangiku’s boss and one of Ukitake’s ADAs. From what you’ve heard, he plans to run for district attorney in the next election, and Ukitake will give him his full endorsement.
Things seem to be wrapping up, with reporters still attempting to ask questions, even as both men join the police commissioner and exit the conference room. But the scrolling headline stretched across the bottom of the screen tells you everything you need to know.
ANNOUNCEMENT OF SPECIAL TASK FORCE, UKITAKE CRACKS DOWN ON ORGANIZED CRIME
This must be why Rangiku’s been so busy lately. You send her a text, asking if she wants to meet up later for drinks. Not expecting to hear back anytime soon, you busy yourself with putting laundry away and checking to see if there’s a yoga class you can drop in on.
You’re feeling restless, and you can’t exactly figure out why. Something about the news broadcast needles at you, like a thought that’s not fully formed, something half-conceived and impossible to articulate.
But you find yourself feeling more at ease when you check your phone, your other hand clumsily reaching for the yoga mat tucked away in the back of your closet, and see a photo from Sosuke.
He’s dressed all in white, his fencing jacket pristine, mask tucked under his arm. You can tell he’s fencing épée today rather than sabre, since he’s not wearing his lamé. Although you still consider yourself a fencing novice, listening to him speak about it at length has left you with working knowledge of the different weapons and their requisite equipment.
As you knew he would, he’s swapped his glasses for contacts, leaving his handsome face unobscured as he smiles into the mirror. While you’ve never been able to take a decent selfie that way, he looks like a model with his hair pushed back, his soft brown eyes seeming brighter under the fluorescents of the changing room.
I miss you. Dinner tonight?
You’re a little surprised, but at the same time, warmth blooms in your chest at the prospect of seeing him again so soon.
A small part of you considers saying no and making him wait, exerting a little control. It’s not that you mind following Sosuke’s lead. More often than not, you’re happy to do so. But there’s a certain devious pleasure that comes from keeping him on his toes, and you suspect he enjoys playing the game.
That being said, after having to give up your time together earlier today, you can’t deny that you’re eager to see him. It is, at times, an uncomfortable truth: You’re greedy when it comes to him, his affection, his attention. He’s given you enough to make you crave more and more.
Checking your inbox, you see that Rangiku still hasn’t responded. Even if she does and says she’s free, she’ll understand. She’s the one who’s encouraged you these past few months, after all. You feel reassured and excited as you type out a reply.
I’d love that. 😊
•••
Although you trusted Sosuke to help you choose an outfit that fit the requirements of the party, you’re beginning to wonder if it’s too much.
Much like the dress he selected for your outing to The Dark Room, this one skims along your body like a second skin, more structured in the bodice but flowing around your legs, aided by a rather scandalous slit. Paired with sheer, black thigh-high stockings and glossy black pumps, it makes you feel like a different person.
But the accessory that still has your face feeling hot, even as the car nears your destination, is a leather collar fastened around your neck.
When Sosuke came up behind you while you looked at yourself in the mirror, you glimpsed his smile first, the curl of his lips verging on wicked.
“I have something for you.”
Your own lips parted in surprise as he reached around you, guiding the soft, black leather around your throat. Once it was clasped at the back, you lifted your hand and gently touched it, tracing over the small, golden studs… and the small bell hanging perfectly in the center.
You weren’t entirely shocked. In the weeks since your first foray into more adventurous activities, Sosuke had you wear a collar several times. On an especially memorable occasion, he kept his fingers hooked around it, pulling it tight against your neck as you sucked his cock, all while he took a late-night work call.
But you hadn’t expected to be wearing one tonight.
“I thought it would be fitting,” he explained, reaching down and lifting your half-mask from the bathroom countertop.
Made of delicate black fabric with lace and gold lining, it curved up into two cat ears, a subtle touch. Sosuke’s mask, meanwhile, glinted with silver, its contours carved into the likeness of a wolf.
“You really think of everything, don’t you?” you teased, your fingers still tracing along the leather.
“For purely selfish reasons,” he said, his large hands settling on your hips as he bent down. He gazed at the two of you in the mirror, looking pleased and prideful. “I wanted to see it on you. Now that I have, I’m inclined to never let you take it off.”
You kept your eyes on his reflection, even as you tilted your head and allowed your lips to brush against his neck as you asked, “What, do you want to keep me as your pet?”
A delicious darkness crept into his expression as his smile widened just a bit. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.”
Now, he reaches for your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze as the car passes through a set of wrought iron gates. You shoot him a grateful glance before your attention is diverted, the house ahead of you seeming to emerge from the surrounding trees.
Perhaps because of the sleek modernity of Sosuke’s apartment, you had expected a similar structure, a sprawling compound made of metal and glass. Instead, it’s a large, old house, well-maintained but by your guess, built at least a century ago.
As the car joins the line snaking around the circular drive, you continue to look. There are windows of all sizes, some with curtains drawn, while others glow with warm light. The black paint has begun to peel in places, only adding to the gothic feel of the manor, with its peaked roof, heavy stonework, and numerous arches.
“What do you think?” Sosuke asks, his tone mild and difficult to read. Even when you turn to look at him, his expression is frustratingly placid.
“It’s a little strange,” you admit, withholding the fact that you like that it has a distinct personality.
It becomes even more noticeable when the car finally stops and Sosuke comes to your door, taking your hand and helping you step out onto the paved path. To the right of the house is a small greenhouse, and even in the fading light, you can see that it’s nearly full to bursting with plant life. To the left is a separate building that resembles a barn, though more modular in shape.
“Our host is an eclectic man,” Sosuke explains as you follow a few other couples inside.
His assessment is only confirmed as you wind your way through the house, taking notice of mismatched rugs, bookshelves that look ready to buckle, random sketches and unintelligible notes tacked to the walls in places.
Your fellow guests seem entertained by the chaos and clutter, almost as if it’s decorative — a mad scientist’s lair or an occultist’s abode. But something tells you none of it’s affected. Maybe it’s the abandoned, half-full cups of coffee, or the occasional singes in the wallpaper.
You half expect the ballroom to be in a similar state. And yet, it’s a gleaming gem in the midst of a labyrinth of oddities.
Golden chandeliers hang from the vaulted ceiling, and wide windows overlook the edge of the forest. You feel less self-conscious about your outfit as you look at the other guests, the lushness of fabrics, the extravagance of silk and velvet, the sparkle of embellishments.
A string quartet plays in the far corner, and buffet tables line the walls, laden with an expansive spread of appetizers, desserts, and drinks. An enormous punch bowl catches your eye, and you watch as a petite young woman with green hair pours herself a cup, sloshing it down the sides. With a huff, the burly man beside her steers her away, shaking his head in apparent exasperation.
Sosuke’s hand comes to rest on the small of your back. You’ve both slipped on your masks, and as you look up at him, the wolf’s profile strikes you, glimpses of sharp teeth visible along its jaws.
“I see a few familiar faces.”
“How can you tell?” You’re only half-teasing, genuinely wondering how he can pick out anyone in the crowd based on the lower half of their face alone.
He simply smiles and leads you towards a group of people who turn out to be new coworkers, employed by a company that his own recently acquired. The tension is thick, but Sosuke navigates it with enviable ease, parrying clumsy attempts at passive aggression with amused disdain.
The two of you move around the room, sipping champagne and tasting hors d'oeuvres whisked around on platters carried by masked waitstaff. You make polite conversation with senior executives and socialites, people who wouldn’t give you a second glance if they passed you on the street.
Many of them fawn over Sosuke, recalling a luncheon they both attended or a conference at which he spoke. They shower him with compliments, seemingly in an effort to gain his favor. But when someone goes too far, entering his personal space or outright ignoring your presence, he responds with an iciness that makes them physically recoil.
As the night wears on, you notice a shift. Voices are growing louder as guests continue to imbibe. Ties are loosened, shawls and jackets are thrown over chairs, and masks grow crooked as movements become drunkenly inelegant. You notice couples exiting the room, looking for a private place to indulge. The music swells into something more passionate, or perhaps that’s just how it seems.
You’re feeling tipsy, light on your feet as you hover near the edge of the dance floor, watching your wolf stalk his latest prey. With an apology, Sosuke slipped away to speak with a friend of a friend who just so happens to have connections with a rival corporation.
“I’ll be back soon,” he promised. But it feels like it’s been so long since he left you here, trying not to sway in your heels as you people-watch.
You’re draining the dregs of your fourth glass of champagne when you feel someone’s presence beside you. Turning to look, you nearly step back.
Rather than a half mask, this man wears a full mask, white and skull-like in its visage. Its teeth are bared in a grimace, deep ridges lining both cheeks. On either side of it, you can see straight blond hair cut in a straight line that sweeps just above the stranger’s chin, or where you suspect his chin is.
“H-hello,” you stammer, betraying how startled you are.
His laugh is muffled as he lifts his hand and removes the bone-white face, revealing a wide, toothy grin. “Scared ya, huh? You looked like you could use some company.”
You don’t want to assume he’s flirting with you, though it’s difficult to tell from his expression, along with his close proximity. Your eyes flit down to his clothes, a matching black jacket and slacks paired with a dark orange shirt.
When you don’t answer, he drawls, “Then again, if you’re bored, maybe you should check out the library upstairs.”
Your brow furrows a little. “I don’t know if that’s allowed…”
His grin widens. “Trust me, our esteemed host won’t care. Hell, he’s not even here.” He gestures around the ballroom, and for the first time, you realize he’s right.
You’ve met countless people, endured tedious conversations, and played the part of Sosuke’s arm candy with practiced patience. And yet, you would remember being introduced to the “eccentric” founder of this increasingly-debaucherous feast.
Before you can come up with a response, your mind feeling fuzzy thanks to the expensive champagne, the stranger winks and dons his mask, shoving his hands in his pockets before vanishing into the crowd.
You look around, trying to spot Sosuke. But it’s no use. Maybe he took his business to a quieter room. The more the idea sits with you, the better it sounds, to escape for a few minutes and savor the reprieve before returning to find him. If I run into him on my way there or back, even better.
The air immediately feels cooler when you exit the ballroom, your heels thudding on the hardwood floor. A few turns lead you to a spiral staircase, and, remembering the stranger’s words, you hike your dress up and climb to the second floor, every creak seeming louder in the newfound silence.
Removed from the incessant noise, you sigh with relief, walking slowly as you glance into the open rooms on either side of the hall. One reminds you of a laboratory, wall-mounted shelves laden with vials of various liquids. Another is a simple bedroom, the covers messy, a rumpled red tracksuit left on the floor next to a baseball cap.
The library, however, is unmistakable, a large space full of wooden shelves overflowing with leather-bound volumes and paperbacks of all sizes. There are even stacks of books on the floor, heavy tomes layered in dust. The air feels thick with quiet, settling around you like a blanket. When you draw in a breath, you smell leather, something earthy, and a faint hint of sweetness.
You slowly walk down the center of the room, noticing that each section features a label, written in the same haphazard scrawl as many of the notes you saw downstairs. Feeling a breeze, you give in to your curiosity and seek it out, finding a small reading area at the far end of the room. It’s furnished with old armchairs, a threadbare sofa, and a window seat.
The latter is where you find a man sprawled out, his long legs crossed at the ankles. The open window is right beside him, the cool night air ruffling his sandy hair. A thin haze of smoke hangs around him, a pipe lying forgotten on the wooden sill. When he turns to look at you, you see that his cheeks are lightly stubbled, his bangs long enough to hang over his eyes.
“Hey there, kitty.”
His voice has a subtle roughness to it, though it’s not as deep as Sosuke’s. Amusement curls around each word, and his smile seems genuine and relaxed, almost as if he’d been expecting you.
“Trying to escape?” he asks.
You shake your head, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be wandering around.”
The man tilts his head, resting it against the window jamb. “Why are you apologizing to me?”
You can’t explain why you’re so certain of it, but you reply, “Because you’re the owner of this house.”
He looks pleased by your deduction. “Very astute.” With a little groan, as if he hasn’t moved in a long while, he folds his legs beneath him. “Care to join me?”
Initially, you’re hesitant. What if Sosuke is looking for you? You don’t want to be gone too long. But it would be rude to decline your host’s offer. And besides, you’re undeniably curious about him.
“The host is… an old friend. We have something of a complicated history.”
Hoping to learn more about what Sosuke was referring to, you nod and take a seat, carefully arranging your dress so that its high slit doesn’t shift and reveal too much. Even so, it isn’t exactly comfortable, the boning of the corset pressing against your ribs. Around your throat, the collar feels suddenly heavy.
The man extends his hand, and you readily take it.
“Kisuke Urahara, awful host and notorious layabout.”
Your lips curl into a small smile as you tell him your name. “That first part might be true, but I somehow doubt the second. It was hard not to notice everything downstairs.”
“My perpetual mess?”
Kisuke rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, and for the first time, you realize he’s not even dressed for a party. His dark green henley is wrinkled, and he’s wearing loose cotton pants that resemble pajamas. Seeming unbothered by the chill, his feet are bare, and he rakes a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead.
“People are always telling me to get a housekeeper. But I’d never put someone through the agony.”
Recalling some of the more complex notes, quickly-scrawled equations and what looked like sketches of molecular structures, you ask, “Are you a scientist?”
Kisuke hums. “Sort of? I like to tinker. I have what they call a restless mind.”
Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees, hands falling into his lap as he fixes you with a bemused stare. “It feels like you’re asking all the questions here. Is this an interrogation?”
“Aren’t cats curious by nature?” you easily counter, scooting further back onto the seat so that you can fully turn and face him.
“Until it kills them.”
There’s no threat in the way he says it, his tone light and playful. But even so, it makes you briefly hesitant, at least until the liquid courage of the champagne reminds you why you’re here.
“Do you know Sosuke Aizen?”
To your dismay, Kisuke’s expression betrays nothing, that same lazy smile stretched across his face. “Yeah, I do. We went to school together — even roomed together during grad school, in this shitty little apartment off campus.”
It’s jarring to imagine Sosuke, always so immaculate in how he presents himself, living in a place even smaller than yours, surviving on cheap ramen and all the other poor-college-student staples.
Seeming to read your mind, Kisuke says, “That was a long time ago. I doubt he enjoys reminiscing about it.”
Deciding to jump at the opening, you tell him, “He said the two of you have a ‘complicated history.’”
That earns you a reaction, albeit a small one. His mouth twitches slightly, and his green eyes narrow just a little. “Oh yeah?”
“What did he mean by that?”
In hindsight, you could have been more subtle — eased him into the conversation, asked some bland questions to throw him off, tried to prompt him to give you answers without directly seeking them out.
But Kisuke Urahara is far from stupid. What little you’ve seen of his “tinkering” tells you that much, as does his former friendship with someone like Sosuke.
“I’m surprised you’re asking me instead of him. You’re rather close, after all…”
Your breath catches in your throat when he reaches out and uses his forefinger to flick the tiny bell hanging just above the notch at the base of your throat. It jingles softly.
“You might be wondering why I throw this party every year but never make a point of showing up,” he says, changing the subject with ease. “I’m less interested in socializing than I am in taking advantage of my guests’ loose lips.”
When your brow furrows, he continues, “It’s a perfect opportunity to collect information.”
“You mean blackmail.”
He shrugs. “It’s only blackmail if you use the threat of its release to your advantage. I’m simply a collector.”
He lifts his hand again, this time using the lightest touch to trace the outline of one of your mask’s pointed ears. “Curious, even.”
“Some might say devious,” you counter.
Kisuke chuckles. “You’re one to talk, with the company you keep.”
Your reply goes unspoken as you watch his expression change, suddenly growing serious. Leaning forward even more, his voice drops to a low murmur.
“Be careful.”
“Why should she be?”
You quickly turn and see that Gin is leaning against the nearest bookshelf, his thin smile wide.
A mask carelessly hangs from one finger, its pale green scales glinting in the sparse light cast by nearby lamps. His silver suit matches his hair, though it contrasts with the black shirt he wears underneath.
Kisuke sits back, the picture of leisure as he turns his lazy smile towards Gin.
“The punch has a tendency of getting more lethal as the night goes on. One of the hazards of a good party.”
“Quite an assumption for a man who can never be bothered to attend.” Looking at you, his gaze narrowed, Gin says, “Sosuke’s been looking for you.”
The words almost slither under your skin, the implied questions enough to make you worry.
Why did you leave?
Where have you been?
What are you doing with Kisuke Urahara?
You stand up so fast, you wobble a little on your heels, and you feel something warm settle on your lower back — Kisuke’s hand, fingers splayed, palm flattened against the gentle curve of your body.
“Easy there, kitty,” he murmurs, and when you glance back at him, you see that his bangs have fallen back over his face, his green eyes bright with something you can’t quite name.
“So considerate.” Gin’s tone is mock surprised as you step away from Kisuke and slowly walk towards him. “Have you always been this kind?”
Kisuke shrugs and picks up his pipe, stretching his legs out once more. “What can I say? I’ve always had a soft spot for cats.”
Gin is silent as he leads you out of the library and back downstairs, his gait relaxed. It’s only when the two of you reach the staircase landing that he abruptly turns, taking a step towards you. You instinctively move back, pressing yourself against the wall.
“Let me give you some advice,” he says, cheerful as ever, even as he leans in closer, casting deep shadows around you.
“Stay away from Kisuke Urahara.”
You blink up at him, tongue-tied for a moment before you finally ask, “Why?”
The twist of Gin’s mouth makes fear spike low in your gut. “Because Sosuke doesn’t like sharing. Especially not with him.”
“I wasn’t —”
“Is there a problem?”
When Gin turns to look down the stairs, he moves just enough to clear your line of sight. Arms crossed, the masked stranger from earlier stands with one foot on the bottom step. His face is bare, mouth curved into a pronounced scowl.
Beside him is a man you saw earlier tonight, dragging a pouting girl away from the punch. His muscles strain the sleeves of his dark blue jacket, and his white hair is cut into a shaggy mohawk.
“Not at all,” Gin answers, spreading his hands in an innocent gesture. “We were just having a private conversation. Is that not allowed?”
“You’re an awful liar, Ichimaru.”
Gin offers you his arm, and you numbly take it, too shocked to do anything else. As the two of you descend the stairs, he airily replies, “What an ugly accusation, to say that I’m lying.”
When you reach the bottom, the rangy blond steps back, his gaze flickering back and forth between you and Gin.
“Besides, even if I were lying,” your companion drawls, tilting his head in a condescending manner, “I’d be superb at it.”
The taller of the two men opposite you jerks his thumb in the direction of the front door. “Better get moving. Your owner doesn’t strike me as the type to put much slack in your leash.”
Gin ignores the obvious bait and steers you away, his expression unchanged despite the confrontation.
“Who are they? Those men?”
You half expect him not to answer. But instead, he says, “Friends of Kisuke. Unpleasant, aren’t they?” He leads you through the living room and into the entryway. “Kaname always criticizes my manners, but at least I make an attempt…”
As he reaches for the door, a breath away from opening it, his voice lowers to a murmur.
“Don’t forget my advice. I’m sure you’ve figured out that Sosuke’s a possessive man.”
He turns to meet your gaze, and the fear you felt before responds in kind, a cold dread settling over you.
“And I suspect he has no intention of letting you go.”
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It shouldn't have been this easy.
CW: bathroom sex, cheating (you on your spouse), it's toxic if you look close enough.
MDNI 18+
You watched yourself in the mirror. Pupils blown. A thin sheen of sweat on your brow. The man behind you had his face buried deep into the crook of your neck, littering the skin with barely restrained nips.
He wanted to sink his teeth into that spot of flesh that made you moan and melt in his arms.
Even though you should be uncomfortable with how one of your legs was on the bathroom counter and your hands braced on the wall, you couldn't bring yourself to care. The long drags of pleasure being ripped from your body as your lover slowly fucked into you overloaded every good sense you had.
Including the one that should have kept you from cheating on your spouse.
You could hear them walking around your home, calling your name. It wasn't their fault you were unhappy. You two had been roommates for years now... It had been too easy to fall into the hands of a handsome stranger who made you feel alive again.
Wanted.
Cherished.
You should feel bad about what had been happening for months, but every ounce of guilt was outweighed by how alive you were.
Footsteps grew closer to the locked bathroom door. Each thump of shoes on the floor was matched by your lover thrusting into you. Their lust drunk eyes meeting yours in the mirror.
You held his gaze as his hands traveled up your body, one wrapped around your neck, gently cradling your jaw, the other covering your mouth.
"Perfectly quiet," he mouthed.
You nodded, counting each step the closer your spouse got to leaving. The front door slammed shut, signaling your freedom.
"So fuckin' good for me." The words caressed your skin, ripples of the praise floating down your overly sensitive skin, flooding your desire.
His movements slowed, snapping your attention back to him. The feral grin that spread across his face at the whimper that slipped from your abused lips almost sent him over the edge. He loved watching you fall apart slowly. Loved every sound you made and how you made him feel.
But he wanted more.
He wanted you.
"Leave with me, and I'll let you cum," he whispered.
It should have taken you longer to agree. You should have thought about the life you'd be throwing away.
"Make me cum, and I'll go with you," you flashed him an equally feral smile, unable to hold it as he took your dare to heart.
You didn't even bother to leave a note when you slipped out of your house an hour later, marked, satiated, and free.
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If it fits, it ships.
AN: I know I write a lot of "throw whoever you want" into my little scenarios. It's simply because I have too many fictional boyfriends bouncing around in my head that would jump at the opportunity.
Today's inspiration? Ken "Draken" Ryuguji and Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
No thoughts. Head empty. Just fictional men stealing you away from your spouse. No big deal.
#tokyo revengers#tokyo rev x reader#draken x reader#draken#baji x reader#toman baji#mikey x reader#mikey sano#mitsuya takashi#mitsuya takashi x reader#bleach#bleach x reader#grimmjow jaegerjaquez#grimmjow x reader#kisuke urahara#kisuke urahara x reader#my hero academia#dabi x reader#dabi#takami keigo#hawks x reader#daily post#anime smut#it's a little toxic
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⭑ morning glory | kisuke urahara x reader (gender-neutral).
notes: there’s implied angst with reader and kisuke’s relationship. how that angst applies, I will not be elaborating just yet. i don’t want to specify if this is pre-tybw arc or post, but feel free to guess though. is this just a memory of kisuke’s or a hallucination ? anyways, enjoy the sweetness. this is the first thing that i’ve written and posted here in years, so bear with me. i may post more character things but with my ocs...
dedication: to meena / @hellinistical
inspiration: morning glory - oasis. ( x. )
summary: urahara may be good at a lot of things, but cooking is one area he could work on a little more. but he tries, and that should count for something, right ?
kisuke had let you slip through his fingers once before. It wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t (though he was lying to himself - he was too late, too slow, his fault), or at least that was what yoruichi had told him. as you might imagine, he wasn’t convinced, but he never showed it in front of you, and you never brought it up. if you were aware of the part he played in what happened to you (or the lack thereof), he wondered if you would come back to him every night and stay every morning, tending to little things around the store and working your own schedule around his and every reason he gave when he had to help ichigo or the soul society who he still cared for, though they banished him.
they might have turned their back on him, but he hadn’t turned his back on them. he had tried, for what it was worth, but he hadn’t succeeded.
his fingers curled around the cool metal handle of the pan as he set it on the stove, careful not to rummage too loudly through the kitchen lest he risk waking you up from your slumber. last night, you hadn’t slept so well, from the moment he peeked in and checked on you until he finally stopped his work in his lab for the night and laid next to you. you tossed and turned, restless, and it wasn’t until the exhaustion swept over you that you succumbed to sleep.
kisuke wasn’t much of a cook - that was more of tessai’s area - yet, the scientist had resorted to trying.
for you.
one of the most important things to him, besides his mind.
how hard could it be? it was just mixing things together - eggs, flour, sugar, milk, and butter - until it was liquid enough for him to put into the pan. he watched as the butter melted on the metal, hearing it nearly sizzle before he put the liquid onto the pan. he wanted to hurry and finish before you woke up. though his surprises were more elaborate and dramatic, and you had long since grown used to it, he supposed this one wasn’t up to his normal mischievous deeds.
he turned over the cooked food, tuning into the sound of your feet creeping along the floor. he could hear your hand sliding along the wall, steading yourself as you watched the blonde, still with his hat on, hum to himself as he stood over the stove. you were expecting tessai to be there, with the sweet smell that wafted through the air, but kisuke standing there was more of a pleasant surprise.
“aha, good morning, sleepyhead.” kisuke chuckled to himself as if it were the funniest thing he could have possibly thought of.
“good morning, kisuke,” you remark, and he turns to look over his shoulder, tipping the brim of his hat with his suddenly free hand as if he were a chivalrous cowboy. The grin on his lips is absolutely filled with his signature mischief, though his gaze only speaks of familiar fondness at the sight of you, still rubbing sleep from your eyes. he also doesn’t miss the smile that appears on your features - small, so if he blinked too soon, he might have missed it, but he didn’t. it works its way into his memories for him to store later and think of with the same fondness. “what are you up to now?”
“making breakfast for you, y/n.” he glances back to the supposed “pancakes” though they’re flatter than he intended. a frown forms on his lips, and he turns away from you before you see it, though you still walk over to his side. he glances out the corner of his eye, the sleeve of his haori slipping down his shoulder as you rest your cheek against his arm. “though the pancakes didn’t turn out as I planned…”
you pick up one of the “pancakes”, cooling on a plate next to the stove with a dried fork in the dish drainer, tear a piece off, and put it into your mouth. He watches expectantly, attentively seeking your reaction.
“you can say you don’t like it.” the shop owner remarks, and you nearly laugh as if you weren’t in the midst of swallowing your food.
“it’s definitely too flat for a pancake… but… it’ll make a good crepe,” you decide, moving to the fridge and pulling fruit out. “I’ll wash these off,” you gesture to the bowl of berries, and then hold up the can of whipped cream, and the bottle of chocolate sauce now in your arms. “thank you,” you add.
“you’re welcome,” he says softly. kisuke’s expression hints at being awe-struck, though it fades away as he gives a little nod and goes back to humming as if there had been no interruptions.
“keep going, kisuke,” you instruct, turning the sink on, water rushing out.
“you got it!” he chuckled to himself before he then glances over to you. “are you sure, y/n?” he asks again, his voice dropping - losing its mirth momentarily, his eyes obscured by the shadow cast by the brim of his heat.
you chuckle, “yes, kisuke, i’m certain.”
after a moment, he flicks the knobs on the stove and turns them off, all the crepes now stacked onto a plate. His knuckles brush fondly over yours, yet you miss the look in his eyes - the way he touches you as if to make sure that you are certainly there, standing next to him. you turn your hand over and then raise your hand to lift the brim of his hat some, and he only smiles in return, raising your hand to his mouth and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
if this was a dream, he just needed a little time to wake up.
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Bloodstain.
Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; mention to past Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader; Rukia, Ichigo and Renji;
Format: multi-chapers story;
General warnings for the following chapters: nsfw, age gap between Sosuke and the reader (who is twenty-three years old), post TYBW events, solitude, touch-starved Aizen, possible spoilers, mention to hook-ups, vaginal sex, use of alcohol, drunk sex, unprotected sex, marking the partner, breeding kink, rough sex, dom!Aizen, sub!reader, accidental pregnancy, protective Aizen, struggling with emotions, mutual pining, self-doubting, domestic fluff, conflict with the Central 46, mention to violence and gore;
Warnings for this chapter: mention to war, casual hook-up between Shuhei and the reader, use of alcohol, self-deprecating behavior, fainting, mention to pregnancy;
Plot: With Yhwach’s defeat, you can finally go back to your ordinary life in the World of the livings, or so you thought. Staying in the Soul Society for another day to attend the celebration of the glorious victory over the Sternritters did not sound that bad, until you crossed paths with your recent fling. Drinking too much to forget about it, you end up falling at the feet of your greatest source of distress: Aizen Sosuke.
MASTERLIST | PROLOGUE | TO THE NEXT CHAPTER
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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟’𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐧.
People chattering about unimportant matters, taking swigs of saké, finally enjoying the gentle breeze of a summer night without drawing their blades to defend their lives were delightfully comforting. The Seireitei was gradually going back to restore its former beauty. Some buildings were still undergoing renovations, the injured soldiers and Captains were still recovering from the fierce battles they had fought, but that night people were, at least, leaving their barracks and homes to enjoy the jollifications of Yhwach's downfall.
No more battlecries and bloodcurdling screams of agony echoed through the streets, replaced by the unmistakable glee of a crowd of people who had survived the brutality of a war no one was prepared for. There was hope twinkling in the eyes of the kids playing around the Soul Society, looking for the officers who had saved their lives to thank them and proudly announcing they were soon going to enroll at the Academy. Their parents, injured and tired, watched them from afar, not frightened anymore by the idea of a Sternritter slicing their heads off of their shoulders.
You faintly smiled, your eyes searching for your friends to join them. You were pretty sure you had caught a glimpse of Renji's crimson hair in your peripheral, but you had been dragged in the opposite direction by the human tide marching towards the drinking stalls.
Perhaps, you should have accepted Rukia's suggestion to spend the day at the Kuchiki Estate and attending the festival together. Yet, the idea of bumping into her stolid, grumpy brother, who tended to pop out of no where and make you regret stepping into his manor every single time you wandered through the intricate corridors of his mazy house, sounded unappealing back then.
Still, the perspective of being humiliated by Byakuya's paternalistic way of chiding you did not seem that awful now that you were literally adrift and in need of assistance to find your way out of the flood of drunk and dancing people surrounding you.
You were genuinely frustrated, head whipping around erratically, yearning to spot a familiar face. Apparently, you were destined to spend the night alone. Or so you thought.
Hands sliding down your hips and dragging you out of the crowd made you both let out a pathetic screech and almost draw your blade. The risk of accidentally slashing someone, though, worked as a deterrent to unsheathe your zanpakuto and therefore you resolved on the self-defence lessons you had received from Urahara. Swinging your right arm on your right, you tried to backhand your kidnapper across the jaw. Missing your target, you scoffed and, when your feet touched the ground again, you were determined to knock your aggressor down.
His hand promptly wrapping around your ankle the moment your foot tried to hit his side, prevented you two from spending a most likely awkward night in the Fourth Division's hospital wing. Now, face to face with the stranger, your jaw went slack and you were glad he decided to break the ice first. Out of everyone you could run into, of course you had to meet your most recent fling.
"We need to stop meeting like that" Shuhei jested, cocking his head to the side upon letting go of your ankle and granting you the chance to lower your leg.
Your parted lips closed, hands tugging the hem of your skirt down, whilst the angles of your lips lifted in a soft smile "Definitely" you agreed, nodding your head and raising your hands apologetically.
"I think you owe me a 'thank you, Lieutenant Hisagi'. Maybe also a kiss, or two to idolatrize me like I deserve, you know?" he bantered, folding his arms against his chest, his dark grey eyes vainly attempting to fathom the layers of your mind .
But you both knew there was only one person around who could do that and, surely, it was not Shuhei Hisagi.
You scrunched up your nose and waved your hand at him dismissively, mentally cursing yourself for not having cleared things out between you two before the commotion caused by the war. How could you, though? With you living in the World of the livings and being a university student with a part-time job at Urahara's shop, you did not have much time left to visit the Soul Society.
On the other hand, Shuhei was always swamped with work and dealing with his new Captain was decidedly a challenge. After that one-night stand you had a couple of months ago, when you offered him a place to stay to spend the night after a mission in Karakura, you had not talked about your relationship anymore. What were you two? Allies and friends aside, obviously.
"There's no need to gloat. I'm not a damsel in distress. I would have found my way out of there anyway. — you replied, a tinge of feigned annoyance in your voice as you shot an arrogant look at him — Sorry about it, but no kisses tonight" you added, right before you heard someone calling out your name at your back.
You glanced above your shoulder quickly, eyes landing on Rukia and your younger step-brother, Ichigo, waving at you enthusiastically. It was refreshing seeing them smile again after everything you all had been through. It still felt surreal.
Shuhei followed your gaze, quirking a dark eyebrow up resignedly. Another day wasted in trying to figure you out, another chance to confess his feelings evaporating before his eyes.
"Just tonight? What about tomorrow?" he asked you, a small grin crossing his lips as you felt cold sweat collect on the back of your neck. He was undoubtedly giving it his best shot.
"You are persistent. The war changed you, I see" you commented, avoiding his question as you always did.
"I know what I want now. Or better, who I want".
His words caused you to falter, lips parting as you let the implications of his assertion sink in. He wanted you, he had really just thrown his intentions at your face and left you with the burden of making such a decision over a night, letting it weigh on your shoulders at the worst moment possible. Maybe you deserved it: striving and ripping your heart out of your chest, while everyone else cheered and celebrated the incoming years of peace and stability, was nothing but the law of retaliation you had ended up subjecting yourself to with your evasive way of handling love-issues.
You swallowed forcefully, but before you could even pronounce his name again, Ichigo's voice pierced your ears again and you shrugged in defeat, taking some lumpish steps back to join your crew.
"I really should go. See you tomorrow, okay?" you stated way too quickly for your own likings, hoping he would drop the topic for the time being.
Shuhei nodded his head at you, hands raising to give you the thumbs-up "No problem" he reassured you, but you could tell he yearned to spend more time talking with you. His gaze was longing for more than a frivolous chit-chat, just like it did that infamous night spent in talking on the small balcony of your flat, among the bittersweet scent of peonies.
You two had an undeniable connection. But it was not enough for you. It would have never been enough, because you had, much to your dismay, molded your standards over the worst person ever. You refused to even say his name, to add another problem to deal with to your already plagued mind, even if you had to admit you had not been able to get him out of your head since you crossed paths again on the battlefield a few days ago.
That man, your nemesis, the achetype of everything you should have viscerally hated, was undeniably the only one who knew what secrets your eyes harboured. Your relationship with him was far from being healthy.
It was the antonym of healthy, actually.
A public enemy, an emotionally unavaiable man with a pretty evident god complex could never be able to show empathy to anyone, not even to himself. Surprisingly, though, your interactions had always been quite inspiring. Who was this man? A brilliant genius gone bad, alone, utterly alone. It was infuriating how he could read your mind the same way he read your body language during a fight. Drawn to him, you wondered why you had always had such a low sense of self-preservation and found yourself enticed by unreliable men with a debatable scheme of things.
"Gosh, what did Shuhei tell you? You look distraught" Rukia noted, furrowing her brows.
"Distraught? You've been way too kind. She looks more like a cantankerous granny who got rolled over by a car" Ichigo interjected, earning a kick in the shins by the short shinigami.
Or, as you loved to call her, his biggest 'what if'.
Fixing your attitude, you forcefully smiled, shrugging it off with a nod "Oh, it's nothing! I haven't slept well in that Inn. — you partially lied, albeit your back agreed with your complaint — It's more like I'm not used to sleep on the floor" you added, as the three of you took what you assumed was a short-cut to the village square.
"I will pretend to buy your words. Frankly, just because I heard there's a stall selling plushies of Chappy and I intend to purchase the limited edition one" Rukia saved you, tugging at the hem of Ichigo's sleeve to drag him along and leave you some space to clear out your mind.
You were glad Rukia had seen it in your eyes. You would have caught up with them later on. For the time being, all you needed was a distraction. A distraction in the form of saké and candy floss, to be precise. A weird mix, way too sugary and disgusting, but with your head in the clouds and your heart sinking into a sea of sorrow you did not feel like self-deprecating about your eating habits.
Distancing yourself from the jolly atmosphere around you sounded like a good idea and you therefore decided to venture towards the old barracks. You did not pay much attention to where you were going, your feet led you up through a wooden staircase, your hands occupied by your snacks, as you kept on brooding over your shortcomings. On top of that stood your inability of trying to be happy, for once.
"Fuck it all, fuck me and fuck him" you grumbled, gulping down the alcohol in search for a magical solution to your problem.
You were soon spent, the taste of the saké mixed with sugar left such a syrupy taste indulging on your tongue that you almost felt like puking. The Moon was no longer shining up above, ominous and dark clouds gathered on the horizon, ironically matching your mood. Not long after the first thunder rolled out in the distance, a droplet of water splashed onto the tip of your nose and you pouted. Rain. It was raining.
You could not make it back to your room at the Inn to find shelter and you were way too far from your friends's quarters to make it in time before it began to pour. Also, how would you have made it there in the first place, when you kept on stumbling on your feet and your vision was beginning to get blurry?
Cussing under your breath, you glanced at the doors at your right. No officers were there, or at least so you had been told. The idea of getting soaked not to barge in and wait for you to sober up out in the rain did not even crossed your mind for a second. Marching towards one of the doors, you sighed and raised your hand to slide it open. Your grip on the jug, thoug, loosened, your hands trembling all of a sudden making you frown, as the sound of pottery shattering into a million splinters made you flinch. How did it happen? Were you really that far gone?
What you did not expect, though, was for your knees to buckle as the wave of a familiar reiatsu hit you with such a force to make your rotula ungraciously hit the floor. You were drunk, there was no doubt about it, but you were not hallucinating. Your wary eyes flicked up, the sharp jawline of the man you had been cursing for years and longing for blessing your vision like a lucid dream. The eye-patch, the way his lips curled into a cocky grin upon watching you struggle onto the floor, even his posture gave away the fact that it was not a trick your mind was playing on you.
He was there, a palm away from you.
You gawked, the tall man in front of you peering down at you like someone who was inspecting a wounded animal at their doorway with unbridled curiosity. There you were, unable to move a muscle, out of your mind and puzzled by his presence. He was not supposed to be there.
"Fancy meeting you here" he chimed, hands behind his back, as he leaned forward just enough to make sure your eyes were staring deeply into his shimmering caramel one.
Your mouth had gone dry, it felt like chalk, a million of questions popping into your mind one after the other made your head spin. You were supposed to talk, to say something, to stand up and leave but all you did was whispering a name, his name.
"Sosuke" your vision darkening, as you eventually slumped down at his feet with a thud, unable to withstand the stress and his reiatsu in the poor state you were in.
How he had missed the way you, only you out of everyone, called him by his first name, even if he had almost killed your step-brother and your beloved father. There was no way he was going to leave you, the potential form of entertainment at hand, stay out there alone, unconscious, and miss his opportunity to get under your skin as he always had done.
“Pitiful” he uttered, rolling you over your back with his foot and bending down to hook his hands underneath your armpits to drag you inside the warm room.
You two could not know it back then, but this was the first link in a chain leading to a series of unfortunate events that were going to inevitably end in only one way. The day you were going to hold a pregnancy test in your hand, standing on the threshold of Kisuke’s shop, staring at him with a dumbfounded expression on your face, was not that far.
AUTHOR NOTE.
My dear readers, I am honored to finally introduce you to my Aizen Sosuke fan fiction. I had been thinking about this for months. I still have no idea of how many chapters long it will be. Stick around and find out yourselves. All I know is that the next chapter is going to be shameless filth. The same story will be uploaded on my Wattpad profile under the username of @/muzansfangs. As per usual, likes, comments and, mostly, re-posts are greatly appreciated.
Love, Luce ✨
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“Sorry, We’re Opening Later!” (Kisuke x F.Reader)
Synopsis: It was supposed to be a regular normal store opening but due to certain staff circumstances, they’re opening later. Sorry!
AN: Hi everybody! Surprise, it’s me! It’s been a while since I’ve written a fic. About three weeks ago, I had a fever for a week and felt like crap. Which ultimately led me to having a writers block for another two to three weeks. 🙃
*please wear a -more-durable jacket when it’s pouring rain outside! :/
I’ve been trying to get back into what I love doing - writing! So here’s a fic that I wrote I while I was at work (which is when my writers block ended) two days go. I thought of this before I got ready for work but i think it was for weeks (cuz the title was what I only drafted lol). So this story might be long but hey… I tried to get it to be more “interesting” and funny! Anyway~~it’s done and I hope you guys enjoy it ❤️🥹 Also I think about this tricky man a lot - show him love!!!
Please like/reblog or comment! It would be greatly appreciated!
Warning: teasing, foreplay, dry humor humping, mirror kink, slip n slide, eventual smut, penetration, Grammar
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it’s a bright and quiet morning in the Urahara Shōuten. The kids, jinta and ururu, were dropped off to school by Tessai. After he sent them to school, he them to school, he texted you to let you know that he’ll be coming back to the shop a bit later to do groceries and then window shop in the local markets. You woke up early to help kisuke with the store opening operations but the said man was still sleeping next to you, in bed. What is he tired of? You thought. But you decide to take on the task while he is asleep.
You walk out of the bedroom after doing your morning routine and headed to the register. The shop consisted of candy, sundries and products from soul society; The morning operations consisted of counting the money in the register, updating it, replenishing the candy and other items and lastly, cleaning up the store. theres natural sunlight in the store so you didn’t have to turn on the lights, even when the front door is open, but the store doesn’t open in the next few hours.
As you’re standing by the register, in the naturally lit room, counting the money, you randomly take note on how old the register is. Probably over 50 years old you think. The shop owner wouldn’t buy the most up-to-date technology but he’d build anything by hand that would be useful for the business. He’s a cheapskate but that’s what you love about the shop keeper, who is also your boyfriend, nevertheless.
While you’re counting the “dull” money in the register, you also thought about how does the store even make money until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a stubbled chin rub against your neck. It was none other than Kisuke. The owner of the “Urahara Shōuten”.
“Good morning, Mr. Scientist.” You smiled and while still counting the funds. The owner smirked at your remark. “Is that how you speak to a manager, miss?”
“Hmm. Probably. Because I’m the one doing your work while you were sleeping.” His arms tighten a little around your waist. “Plus, it’s inappropriate flirt in a workplace, kisuke.” You added. He hummed in agreement and leaned forward to feel your form. You can feel his chest against your back. He’s so warm that it feels like a hug from your favorite blanket.
“Maaa…there’s nobody here in the store, y/n-chan” he said. “Also, the store doesn’t open in two hours.” He remarked as his hand caresses your stomach, slowly. “Plus…” he smirks “are you supposed to be in only your tank top and panties at work?” He teased. You can feel his lips turn into a smile on your neck.
“We have work to do, Mr. Shopkeeper.” You emphasized but there’s no tinge behind it. Besides, his slow caress on your stomach gives you butterflies that it made you slowly back your covered behind on his covered member. “Hmm?” Kisuke raised his eyebrows and looked down at your boldness. Your covered behind rubbing his member all around in circles that you feel how hard he slowly gets every second. Meanwhile, kisuke is still admiring the view from behind - his -already hardened- covered member getting all the attention this early in the morning.
You noticed how quiet he is and looked back at him. His lower half leaning towards your ass, his mouth is lopsided; you can’t see his eyes because of his long blonde bangs under his straw hat. Kisuke began to slowly roll his hips up to your covered behind to not lose your warmth which is hugging his member in between your ass - it almost feels like a thick stick now, you think.
A few minutes passed and kisuke makes an open mouth groan while you ripped the receipt off from the register after updating it, and placed it inside the drawer to keep for store records. The shop keeper is still keeping himself busy even though there’s still more work to be done before the store opens.
Just as he was about to move his hands down to your hips to keep you at the counter, you broke the “small connection” by turning to the stock room to pick up two boxes of candy and headed to the front of the store. “Kisuke, you need to do your work.”
The man whines at the “lost” intimate moment and reminder. you should’ve looked back to see what he looked like. A sad puppy? maybe.
“that’s not fair y/n-chan.” He whined. “We aren’t open yet and it’s just the two of us.” He reminded you again while watching you from the counter - hiding his hard-on in his green pants. “Well…at least, I know I’m the hardworking one.” You said while unpacking the candy. He gasped in contempt. “Hmm…you got me, y/n-chan~~.” He walked to the other side of the store and started organizing the sundries.
A few minutes passed, you sighed after finishing up stocking the bottom shelves and then got up to raise yourself. Of course, the old-perverted shopkeeper was watching you get up from your knees. You turned to grab the broom but you got intercepted when said man grabbed your wrist from behind and pulled you to his chest. He turned your head and his lips met yours. The sounds of his and your lips smacking against each other in the middle of the store makes you feel hot. He suddenly dips his tongue into your mouth and you suck it, gently. “Mmm…” you moaned.
“I think you should finish what you started, y/n-chan.” he cooed close to your ear. “Maybe I can help you with that.” He said deeply. Your eyes widened when he walked you to his bedroom and gently pushed you down to the edge of the bed. You were automatically on all fours and felt the bed dip when kisuke got on it.
“You owe me for doing your job, kisuke.” You said as his hips met your covered ass while he untied his green kimono. “That’s what I’m going to do, honey~.” You looked back in response to his sudden endearment and slowly looked up at his toned upper body, especially his deep pelvis. “It rude to look at me like that, y/n.” He teased and gently grips your hips and slowly grinds his hips up to your ass. You’re still looking back at him - this time in disbelief. You were about to protest…At his audacity, but you are the one who started this. So you turned your head and looked down at the sheets.
Kisuke chuckled at how silent you are. “cat catched your tongue, y/n~?” You feel his finger tips tighten on your hips so you can’t move away. He’s a tease, yes. But also childish at times. “I can change my mind, kisuke.” You taunted.
“Maaa…you know that I’m just being silly~.” He laughs as he puts his hand on your back and gently pushes you down against the bed. Your covered ass is in the air and your nipples feel the cool sheets under your tank top. “You know I love you.” He admits while taking off his green kimono top and gets back to rolling his hips on your covered ass.
Moments pass and the room is quiet, except his groans, the sounds of the sheets moving under his feet. You can feel his covered member rub against your covered slit. You moan softly at the sensation. Especially when he starts to buck his hips against you. Your covered nipples are rubbing against the sheet due to his change of pace - from rolling to bucking.
“this has to go.” He points out as he easily pulls down your panties. He hummed in satisfaction when he sees the wet lines of your arousal stretch when he pulled it down. “Yare yare…y/n, I have a lot of work to do, then.” He teased. Kisuke leaned one hand beside your head and leaned over to kiss you. You snapped your head up from the sheets to deepen the kiss when you felt his fingertips rubbing your pussy, slowly and gently.
Your clit throbs each time he circles it and goes back to rubbing it entirely; you lose the rhythm of the heated kiss whenever he flicks it. Kisuke chuckled and dips his tongue to meet yours. You’re both circling each other’s appendages. especially the tip of your tongues which sparks your arousal in you.
You manage to lay on your elbow while the other arm tries to wrap around his neck. You rolled your hips backwards to get more friction on his finger until he dips it inside your pussy. “Oh…” you breathed in his mouth at the sudden intrusion and moaned in the kiss when he curled it. “You like that,baby?” He whispered while thrusting his finger in your wet pussy. “Mmm…” you whimpered. He breaks the kiss “Good”. His leans back while he pulls down the front of your tank top. Your tits spill out and your nipples rubs against the soft sheets.
He pulls out his finger and you whine at the lost connection. He rubs your arousal against his finger and thumb. He licks the fluid around the fingertips and hummed deeply. You throb at the praise. Kisuke then sits on his knees while he untied his green pants and pulled out his slightly curved cock. He strokes it while looking at your wet pussy. “Y/n…” he said. “Where’s that…little mirror you have?”
You lift your head up and looked back at the man curiously and then at the wooden dresser. Kisuke follows where your eyes are looking at and gets up and grabs the medium circle-shaped item from the top of the dresser. “What are you going to do with it?”
“I want to give you a show!” He said proudly that you almost rolled your eyes but your curiosity gets the best of you. “First row for my lovely lady~” he smiles. He gets back on the bed and slides the mirror between your legs. You look down and you can see the reflection of your pussy. “I see. This better be a good one.” You mumbled. Kisuke leans down in the reflection to give a cheeky grin and puts up a “peace sign” next to it that you giggled.
“Yes, yes, only for you~” he strokes his cock once more and you see it in the reflection and spreads your legs a bit more. Your eyes widen when kisuke shifts closer to you. You feel his big hands on your waist to get into a good position. “Don’t look away y/n-chan” he commands. Suddenly, you felt his cock slide in between your wet pussy lips and the tip rubs against your clit.
You gasped at the feeling and titled your head when he slides it slowly. “Ah…” you breathed. Kisuke slowly rolled his hips to feel your warm lips hug his cock. His girth is coated in your arousal -just wet. You moan when it rubs your pussy entirely. Thank to the curve of his girth. Kisuke breathes shakily due to the warm and wet feeling surrounding his cock between your lips. “Feels good?” He looks at the back of your head tilting side to side - knowing that he’s getting you all lost in thought.
Your clit throbs at the wet sounds from your pussy due to kisuke’s slow strokes. “Go…faster..” you murmur. He submits and spreads your legs wider and grips your outer thighs and bucks into your pussy lips. The skin slapping sounds makes him hot that he bucks faster so that he closes that small gap between his pelvis and your ass. “Ah…shit.” He hissed and smacks your ass.
You manage to keep looking down at the reflection - his cock thrusting quickly between your lips and your thighs jiggling. The sound of kisuke open- mouth groans behind you and your breasts bouncing uncontrollably makes you feel all the fluttering sensations in your lower stomach. “K…ki…kisuke!” You breath skips when he moves faster. He hisses and grips your hips tightly - pulling you to his girth . The friction from the curve of his cock makes your hips gyrate until you cummed in seconds.
Your body freezes and your face is planted on the bed sheets. You moan heavily when kisuke slowly flicks the tip on your wet throbbing pussy - you can even hear its wet sounds and his groans. Kisuke stops and takes the mirror from under you and tossed somewhere in the room.
"Yaaa~" he said breathlessly. "I'm a good boyfriend don't you think, y/n-chan~" he leans over your form and kisses your temple. You turn and lay down on your side in response. Kisuke chuckles and does the same - grinning. You looked at the man across from you.
"You didn't cum...yet."
“Eh? Me? You're too kind, y/n. I owed you." He reminds you. You rose up and slid a hand down from his chest to his cock and stroked it. He moans and caresses you breast.
"We have a few more minutes left for the store to open" you said as you straddle the shopkeeper and lowered yourself - chest to chest. You reach down to position his cock to your entrance. You're still wet, so it's easy to slide it right in.
You look down at the man and see his mouth shape an "o". He spreads his legs open to get in deeper. You place a hand on his chest and begin grinding on his girth, slowly. Just how he likes it as your lips meets his, passionately. Moments passed and kisuke pushes his feet in and rolls his hips in circles - in sync with your pace. "Mmm." You moan heavily in the kiss when he grinds into your pussy - his tip hitting the right spot. Eventually, you lifted your self. Both hands on each side of his head and you rolled your hips while looking down at him.
Heavy breathes, moans, the sounds from the bed sheets of your guy's movements fills the bedroom. Kisuke is enjoying the view - your breasts, In fact. He moves his hands up to caress them while looking down at his cock entering your pussy. "Y/n....chan." he said breathlessly. Kisuke then wraps an arm around your waist and the other hand on your upper back and pulls you down. His lips meets yours again while he bucks up into your pussy. The light sounds of skin slapping begins - his thrusts gets harder when your warm walls clenches his girth that his toes curl.
"Ah..kisuke" you moaned in the kiss when he brought a finger down to slowly rub your rear in circles. your clit throbs at the touch as well as the feathery feeling of his pelvis rubbing against your clit, simultaneously. He feels it all of that inside of you. As a result, he moves his hands up under your arms and grips your shoulder, lifts his hips up from the bed and thrusts deeply into your sobbing pussy - making sure every inch of his cock gets gripped by your walls and the warmth hugging it each time it enters your pussy.
Your skin slapping against his and your moans are music to his ears. He knows exactly what your body likes and how not to rush through sex. Just slow and steady.
He groans deeply as he starts to thrust fast in the deep valley of your pussy, the white rings are showing on the end of his cock. His grip on your shoulders moves down to your waist to anchor you by his controlled thrusts. "Ungh!" He moans shakily.
You moan at his deep unrelenting strokes. "Ohhh!" Your breasts are bouncing around while kisuke hisses when your walls start to pulsate uncontrollably. Oh..that's it y/n...so tight." You whimper at the praise and you start to squirt on him and he keeps going.
The sounds of your fluids are obvious each time his thighs slaps against yours. "Right there...good girl...agh." he mumbles.
“Agh!” He quickly pulls out his cock and cum up shoots on your lips. You kiss the breathless man passionately as you rub your clit against his length. You both moan in the kiss.
Post orgasm hits the both of you and you lay on him. “We open in 5 minutes, y/n.”
You ignore him and his your face under his chin. “Hardwork pays off in the end.” He chuckles and eventually falls asleep.
Epilogue:
“Hmm?” Tessai walks up to the storefront and sees that the shop isn’t open. “What going on? It’s 10am.” He opens the sliding door and puts down the groceries at the genkan, concerned. “Kisuke-dono?”
“Oh. Tessai-san!” Kisuke waves his fan at the man. “I’m glad you made it back.” He smiles behind the counter.
“Why isn’t the store open?”
“Ah! About that, I didn’t get to finish the store operation in time so we’re opening later today.” He answered.
“How come? Did something happen while I was gone?” Tessai frowns. “Maaa…no need to get all worked up, Tessai-san.” Kisuke grins behind his fan. “We sorted it out, safely.” He expresses. Tessai is still frowing. “We? Y/n”? He refers.
“Correct!” Kisuke opens his fan cheerfully. “Let’s finish the rest of the tasks before we open.” He picks up the groceries and walks to the kitchen.
“Yes, urahara-dono!” Tessai begins sweeping around the store.
Note: that is the only task left.
End.
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Thousand-Year Blood War
#bleach 2022#bleach tybw#ichigo kurosaki#yasutora chad#orihime inoue#uryu ishida#ywach#rukia kuchiki#renji abarai#kisuke urahara x reader#yoruichi shihoin
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【ＢＬＥＡＣＨ】
𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙻 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂
Ichigo Kurosaki ¹
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
Kenpachi Zaraki
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
Renji Abarai
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
Byakuya Kuchiki
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
Shunsui Kyouraku ¹
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
Juushiro Ukitake ²
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
Toshiro Hitsugaya
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
Ikkaku Madarame ¹
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
Yumichika Ayasegawa ²
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙳𝚂
Shinji Hirako
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚂
Coyote Starrk
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
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𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
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𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁
Isshin Kurosaki
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
Kisuke Urahara
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
Uryuu Ishida
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
Keigo Asano ²
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!
【Ｂａｃｋ ｔｏ Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔｓ】
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Hello! Can I request Urahara with a s/o who is really strong and dom basically but not in an nsfw way? She loves to taste him, like kiss him all of a sudden, and when he wants kisses, she wouldn't stop giving him small soft kisses... Basically fluff ejdkskd, oh and, she can be very brave, like wanting to fight with someone 7/24 (with her powers ofc) since she is strong?
Hi!!!! Yes! <3 <3 I hope you like it <3
His cheeks are always red, your lips on them all the time as you shower him in love. Each time you kiss Kisuke, you literally blow his mind. The way your lips feel against his, how you touch him, and how you make him feel.
His heart flutters and wants to fly out of his chest. You make Kisuke nervous with how well you can dominate him. He just lays back and takes it all in, relishing in your kisses.
Urahara always had a thing for asking for a kiss and when he gets that and even more from you, his cheeks flush. You're always straddling his lap, yours hand pressed into his cheeks. Your fingers and thumbs brushing over his facial hair.
The feeling of your plump lips against his, makes him dizzy and fuzzy.
He's always by your side when you're fighting off enemies. There are times though were he just likes to lean against a tree and watch you fight. The way your movements are swift and fluid, it makes him very proud of you.
Of course, if you ever get hurt or it's too much, he has no problem jumping in the fight. Kisuke loves it when you decide to peck his lips mid-fight. It gives him the energy and motivation to keep on going.
Kisuke adores it when you give him kisses from out of nowhere and he just melts.
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