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New story posted!❤️

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;

Warnigs 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 ✨

TAGS: @pseudowho @stygianoir @onyxino @sashi-ya

#aizen sosuke x reader #aizen x reader #bleach x reader #hisagi shuhei x reader

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aizenswhore · 12 days

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Trailer to the second part of a Sosuke Aizen x f!reader story I will start publishing tonight on my main profile @muzansfangs

Trailer for Bloodstain, chapter two.

WARNINGS: language, smut.

Perdition.

“What’s wrong? Am I—“ you inquired, breathless, chest raising and falling erratically while the palm of his hand was splayed over your midriff to keep you in place. His touch almost made your skin sizzle, boiling lava over the tender flesh.

“Shut up. — he rasped out, silencing you effortlessly, jaw clenching at the feeling of your skin underneath his fingers — I feel like I could rip you to shreds, if I let myself go”.

“Sosuke, I’m fine. I’m not scared” you tried to reassure him, reaching your hand up to graze his cheekbone with your fingertips. But his free hand stopped you, clasping around your wrist tightly as he pinned you down with a glacial glare.

He was on the verge of losing himself. You had never seen him like that, so humanly fragile.

“You don’t seem to understand that if I fucked you the way I want to do it now, I would tear you apart” he hissed, a knot forming between his eyebrows as the iron grip on your wrist intensified, making you wince softly.

And God, you found yourself wishing he was going to keep his promise in that very moment. His eye glinted in raw desire, your thighs spread apart in front of him showing your glistening intimacy. His cock twitched at the sight. The need to be inside of you was tearing him apart, to the point he made up his mind quickly.

“Ride me. Ride me now” he commanded through gritted teeth.

To @pseudowho

CHAPTER ONE WILL BE RELEASED THIS EVENING.

#aizen sosuke smut #sosuke aizen x reader #aizen x reader #bleach smut #aizen smut

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aizenswhore · 12 days

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Look at this, me falling deeply in love with Kento over and over again *sigh*

The Wristwatch

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You had not known you were Nanami Kento's girl, until the Wristwatch Incident.

In truth, your affection had been brewing so slowly, you had not known if you were imagining it.

You had not realised you were in love with Kento, until he leaned in close, and you smelled the smoky, wood-rich warmth of him. Until you found yourself nursing stomach-dropping disappointment, if your phone pinged and it wasn't him. Until you woke up in cold sweats, the memory of the dream of his skin on yours so vivid that your heartbeat throbbed between your legs.

You couldn't accept it. It couldn't be love, when he did not love you back. And yet...that intoxicating dance continued, while your head dipped in denial...blinkered.

The extra coffee that would be gently slid over the desk to you, by a strong, gentle hand. The late night phonecalls, decompressing from the stress of your missions. The occasional dinner in each others' company, because, well...we both need to eat? Why not eat together?

You were afraid to label it; afraid to lose the soft skirting intimacy that you had. Nanami Kento was a hard man to gauge; alternately sincere and distant, warm and cool, closely familiar and objectively analytical. He kept you at arms' length; close enough to brush fingertips, but far enough that you could run...if you wanted. And you never did.

You had gone shopping, together, one balmy spring afternoon. You both needed new clothes...so why not together? It makes sense, really. Nothing else in it, I'm sure. Just friends. He doesn't feel that way about me, anyway.

He had insisted upon Ginza Shopping Mall. You balked at the exquisitely-expensive-upmarketness of it, but you could never deny him, for fear of losing this time together. You had perused for new earrings, your belly clenching at the many zeroes on every pricetag. He had ambled over to another counter, just browsing, and there for quite some time.

"See anything you like?" That deep-roast voice broke you out of your reverie. You looked up, into twinkling hazel eyes, and blushed. Yes, you. One of you, Kento, please and thank you.

"No," you scoffed, turning your back on the jewellery, and walking towards the shop door, "too cheap for me. I couldn't possibly be seen wearing them."

Kento laughed, slipping a box into his pocket, and walking just close enough to send your brain into a spiral. You barely functioned through lunch. Kento remained, as ever, a gentleman.

As he drove you to your door, and you bid him a flustered goodnight, you felt that same big, warm hand on your arm, holding you back to him.

"Wait," Kento insisted, "I have...something. For you. Open it when you're home." He pressed a smooth, embossed box into your hands. You could not see what it was, under the glossy paper sleeve. You opened your mouth to chastise Kento, and he interrupted smoothly.

"It's your birthday soon. Consider it an early gift. You couldn't possibly refuse...?" One raised, fine eyebrow. That cool, impassive gaze. You pouted. Sneaky old goat.

"Alright. You win this time, Kento...but I'll get you back," you had promised. He had simply smiled indulgently, stepped out to open your door, and watched you until you were inside.

With trembling hands, you slid the smooth paper cover off the box, and your stomach somersaulted.

Tag Heuer.

"No...Kento-- you didn't," you hushed to yourself, rushing to open the box.

You fumbled an exquisite silver, blue-faced women's watch out of the box. It seemed, somehow, familiar. You couldn't possibly. You knew the pricetag on these. Even the packaging was too expensive for you.

With one hand over your mouth and a pounding little heart, you sent Kento a text with shaky hands;

Nanami Kento. Absolutely not. Take it back.

A few anxious minutes, pacing, looking at the watch resting on the table and gasping each time. Three small dot dot dots...dot dot dots...and a response.

Sorry. Lost the receipt. It will look good on you.

Squeaking and grinning to yourself, you tried the watch on. You took it off. You paced. You tried it on again. You fell back onto your bed, legs kicking, and hands over your face.

Every further refusal you send to Kento, was flatly ignored. He left you on read all night.

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The next day, at work, you couldn't help but notice the looks you were receiving. They weren't bad looks, certainly, more...surprise? Happy acceptance? Knowing smiles? Each person the same; glancing to your watch, eyebrows raising, and searching your face with a grin. You didn't understand it.

Over lunch, Shoko reached over to you, a coffee in her other hand, and tapped the new watch on your wrist.

"Couples' watches now, hmm?" She smirked. You frowned, questioning. Shoko scoffed at you, as if you were playing coy, when you didn't even know the rules of the game. Shoko's smile didn't falter once.

You confronted Kento later that afternoon, dragging him into a dusty narrow corridor, and holding the watch up to him with fighting eyes.

Kento's heart burst with pride, biting his lip with a sly smile, and taking your wristwatched hand in his own. He tipped your arm back and forth, admiring the watch on your wrist from all angles, with a lovesick sigh. You suddenly recalled, with flushed cheeks, where you had seen such a similar wristwatch before.

Kento watched your mental gymnastics with a slowly growing smile. You almost caught on fire as he raised your hand to his lips, pressing an adoring kiss to the back of your knuckles.

"Wondered how long you'd take to notice," Kento rumbled, eyed closed and nuzzling his nose against your fingers, "that you're my girl. And always have been."

#kento nanami x reader #kento nanami x you #jjk

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aizenswhore · 13 days

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Hail to our jaguar

Learning how to use a pen tablet I bought impulsively back in January. Based on the Grimmjow High School Warfare official art.

I also made a version sort of in the style of the later covers. But I couldn't pick which one I liked best, so I'm sharing both!

Can never get enough Grimmjow 🩵

@muzansfangs @whitefoxfiction @writemessybleach @whatshernameis @j-u-u-z-o @seireiteihellbutterfly @electronicwitchcollection @partyanimal167

#bleach #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow #digital fanart

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aizenswhore · 13 days

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BOOST THIS WORK OF ART OR WILL KICK YOUR ASS (figuratively, but I will😤) ❤️

Me flying away, don’t mind me

THERAPY 🍯˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

🧸 byakuya kuchiki x masseuse! f! reader 🐝 tw: +18 mdni. masturbation. rough sex. domination. 🍯 wc: 821

The curve of his back, the slight bump of his buttocks against your thighs. Hands sliding to the front, index fingers following the V carved in between his abdominal muscles until down, down sinful territories.

“ngh…”

He squirms just a little, so sensitive to your touch… to the biting on his nape, to your hard nipples grazing against his back.

A skin so feverish; you are hot, captain… are you running a fever, captain?

“no… ugh…”

Soft hands, drenched in oil, surrounds the base of his shaft. Thumb going up and down until the tip. Oh, the oozing transparency of pleasure, dripping on the floor.

“are you so very needy, captain? Are your muscles still sore?”

He can’t say much; he doesn’t need to, anyway. Byakuya Kuchiki has been visiting this special therapist for some time now. Every time, every afternoon, his back pain is gone by your magical hands. He comes back home so… relaxed, because those hands of yours do wonders.

“I am… good, I-“ he looses his mind when you pump up and down, and your wrists twists just enough to add that special spice. Byakuya’s legs shake, inner thighs twitch, spasm.

“Oh yeah? Are you, Mr. Kuchiki?” a sweet whispering, playful and naughty, leaves your juicy lips. Lips that are avid to be kissed, to be bitten, to be almost ripped by his. “Relax, Captain… relax more and more. You need to let it go all of your stress, cap”

Your words give him chills, his lower belly shows signs of tensing, and his shaft gets hard, harder… like a rock. He is about to break; he needs to relieve the tension building inside of him.

Wet sounds come from your palm and his sex. Sex that’s imbued in pleasure elixir of lust and aphrodisiac oils dripping down his inner thighs. The scent of cinnamon and honey mixed with manly sweat fills a warm candle illuminated private room.

You shiver to such depiction of masculine fragility; the dichotomy of pure primitive desire versus the class, the delicacy of a cherry blossom man.

“I’m com- coming…” he whimpers, contorting around your grip, around the pinching of his right nipple while you give him pleasure too.

His pointy nose lets a drop of sweat detach and fall to the ground. His everlasting frown, erased by pleasure grimace. His long, silky hair becoming a mess as you nuzzle right into his nape.

“Come, then… captain. Work for it. This is why you came here, right?”

Is not a surprise that such freak control enjoys from time to time to lend control to someone else. To give you total power over his body, as you push his intelligence down until his brain becomes a mush of nothingness but mere need.

Byakuya’s hips move on their own, giving thrusts to the air, fucking almost your hand. Oh, poor man… why would you stop jerking him off right when he is about to come? Edging him so badly… to punish him, perhaps even, of a neglected so needed eruption?

“Keep- please… don’t… stop” he begs, pleading so stupidly for more.

Your devilishly, mocking laughter makes him as mad as humiliatingly harder. Byakuya feels like he is going to burst, coming, squirting and who knows of what more his body is able to react to such torture.

“Mr. Kuchiki, you are just like a teenager…” “You went to far…”

You pushed too far your own limits, honey… and now you are the one being pinned against a massage table.

Your legs become spread with brutally snatching, and your hair painfully pulled by hands of blooming flowers.

“You made me this way, (Name). You wanted me to do this, didn’t you?” he grunts, pumping his slippery sex that’s painfully swollen with desperation.

You are speechless; yet, he is right. Of course you wanted this, violated by a man turned into a beast. Someone who neglected his heart to took over because he denied his own humanity… now is allowing to an even deeper part of himself to reign. There is nothing more deliciously desirable than a man ruled by animal hunger.

The deepest instincts of Kuchiki Byakuya. The deepest thrust into you, in between swollen labia, covering it all with dripping honeys.

Your arching back, forced to stay in place, with breasts squeezed against a hard surface. Aching buttocks from the slam of his legs as he fucks you so hard you can barely think…

But it’s not enough, of course it isn’t.

His right hand, sliding from behind to your belly as you did, lifts you up. Completely curved, your back and body tries to take it all. With feet hanging barely above the ground, with pressure trying to scape in between his sex taking over everything inside of you… of his seed flooding it all.

“Now, my stress is completely gone (Name)… thank you for your service”“Kuchiki-sama… nghh… I’m glad you enjoyed today’s session”

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aizenswhore · 14 days

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If you still haven’t followed this amazing author, I suggest you to start right now. Her event is going to be fire❤️

– Luce recommend @seireiteihellbutterfly ✨

Sundae Tropes - Masterlist 🍨

You guys amazed me! Like look at this beautiful masterlist! You guys did that! Thank you for sending in all your delicious requests and making this event such a success.

All the requests were run through a random number generator and will be written in the order below.

I will be tagging the person that requested the sundae on the one-shot when it is posted, unless you have requested it privately, in which case I'll DM you.

Please remember to like and reblog the works being written here. Engagement and interaction is what keeps the writers community going!

Now onto the lineup:

Cookies And Cream With Sprinkles And Brownie Bits With Kensei And Shuhei = Marriage Pact + Threesome + 69

Coffee Waffle Cone #3 With Megumi = Friends To Lovers + “Don’t You Dare Walk Away Right Now!”

Birthday Cake With Strawberries And Chocolate Chips With Toji = Amnesia/Mistaken Identity + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Lotus Position

Peanut Butter With M&Ms And Chocolate-Covered Pretzels With Ichigo = Secret Billionaire+Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking+Missionary

Coffee With Whipped Cream And Banana With Kenpachi = Friends To Lovers + Creampie/Breeding Kink + Missionary + Doggystyle

Cherry Flavor With Strawberry Toppings And Banana With Suguru Geto = Hometown/Reunion Love + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Doggystyle

Cookies & Cream Ice Cream, With Maraschino Cherries And Chocolate-Covered Pretzels Izuru Kira = Marriage Pact + Praise Kink, Lingerie, Blowjob +Missionary

Strawberry With Whipped Cream And Banana With Aizen = Enemies To Lovers+Creampie, Breeding Kink+Doggystyle

Vanilla Whipped Cream And Banana With Kensei = High School Sweethearts + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Doggystyle

Strawberry With Whipped Cream And Chocolate Covered Pretzels For Aizen? = Enemies To Lovers + Creampie, Breeding Kink+ Missionary

Birthday Cake With Strawberries And Chocolate With Gojo = Amnesia/Mistaken Identity + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Lotus Position

Vanilla + Strawberries And Chocolate Covered Pretzel With Dear Kento-Kun = High School Sweethearts + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Missionary

Can I Get A Mint Chocolate Chip Waffle Cone #5 With Ukitake = Soulmates + "I Trust You With All Of My Heart."

Cherry With M&Ms And Chocolate Chips With Nanami = Return To Hometown/Reunion Love + Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking + Lotus Position

Butterscotch With M&M's For Kenpachi = Forced Proximity + Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking

Fudge With Whipped Cream And Caramel With Nanami = Captor/Captive + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Thirst Position

Butter Pecan With Whipped Cream And Nutella! (Gojo + Geto) = Love Triangle + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Butterfly Position

Hurt/Comfort-Themed Cherry Waffle Cone Number Two With Hirako Shinji = Return To Hometown/Reunion Love + “Don’t You Dare Walk Away Right Now!”

Fudge Kitkat Banana Ice Cream With Gin = Captor/Captive + Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling + Doggystyle

Peanut Butter Waffle Cone #7 For Kiyotaka Ijicjhi = Secret Billionaire + “Do You Want My Jacket?”

Mint Chocolate Chip With Strawberry And Chocolate Chips With Higuruma = Soul Mates + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Lotus Position

Cherry Waffle Cone #12 With Mr. Nanami Kento = Return To Hometown/Reunion Love+“Of Course I Know The Way You Like Your Coffee.”

Peanut Butter With Whipped Cream And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Nanami = Secret Billionaire + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Missionary

Butter Pecan With Maraschino Cherries And Brownie Bits With Kusakabe And Utahime = Love Triangle + Praise Kink, Lingerie, Blowjob + 69

Strawberry Kitkat With Grimmjow = Enemies To Lovers + Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling

Coffee Flavor On Waffle Cone #16 With Higuruma = Friends To Lovers + "I Never Believed In Love At First Sight Before I Met You

Coffee With Crushed Oreos And Gummy Bears With Gojo = Friends To Lovers+Clit Spanking, Nipple Play, Bondage+Facesitting

Cookie Dough + Marshmallows And Reese's Pieces + Kusakabe = Strangers In A Foreign City + Teasing, Edging, Toys + Cowgirl

Rocky Road With Strawberries And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Toshiro = Teacher/Student + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Missionary

Cotton Candy / Whipped Cream / Nutella With A Side Of Nanami = Secret Admirer+Creampie, Breeding Kink+Butterfly Position

Cotton Candy+ Strawberries With Nanami = Secret Admirer+ Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond

Mint Chocolate Chip Waffle Cone #5 With Higuruma = Soul Mates + "I Trust You With All Of My Heart."

Rocky Road, M&M's, And Chocolate Chips With Byakuya = Teacher/Student+Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking+Lotus Position

Chocolate Flavor With Maraschino Cherries With Sum Chocolate Chips On The Side For Higuruma = Boss/Secretary + Praise Kink, Lingerie, Blowjob + Lotus Position

Cookies And Cream With Crushed Oreos And Bananas With Nanami = Marriage Pact + Clit Spanking, Nipple Play, Bondage + Doggystyle

Shuhei Hisagi X Reader Cookies And Cream - Marriage Pact Strawberries - Passionate/Romantic Sex / Emotional Bond Chocolate-Covered Pretzels - Missionary

Coffee, With Whipped Cream, And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Gin Ichimaru = Friends To Lovers + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Missionary

Chocolate, Kitkat And Banana With Geto = Boss/Secretary + Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling + Doggystyle

Mint Chocolate Chip And M&Ms With Aizen = Soulmates + Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking

Vanilla With Whipped Cream And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Nanami Kento = High School Sweethearts + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Missionary

Tagging some friends :)

@seasparrow @pernesophe @sacredwarrior88 @starsinmylatte @itsfairly

@muzansfangs @harlekin6 @mangiswig @beneathstarryskies

@that-goth-bisexual @hunnie-lily, @bleach-your-panties

@bleachbrainrotbro @kr0wu @stygianoir @kenpachisbrat

@lees-chaotic-brain @actuallysaiyan @hellkaiserinphoenix

@whatshernameis @macchiato-dreaming22 @connorsui

@sitarawrites @j-u-u-z-o @jadedjane @stressed-cryptid

@akatsuki031 @kryptoniteforsale @estarlias

@illusionaryennui @vickkysthings @darkstarlight82

@dreaming-about-seireitei @buttercupbitches @the-eternal-sunflower

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#bleach #jujustu kaisen #bleach smut #jjk smut

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aizenswhore · 14 days

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Oh dear God, please, have mercy on me😭❤️

men in suits are my weakness

#higuruma hiromi #nanami kento #kusakabe atsuya #jujutsu kaisen

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aizenswhore · 15 days

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no, no, they're not laughing at you, they're laughing with you! not

#bleach tybw #bazz b #askin nakk le vaar

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

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

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

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

Take your time reading and dive into the story!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n-“

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

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

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

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

That caught his attention.

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

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

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

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

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

Cute. You smiled.

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

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

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

Huh?

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

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

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

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

Tsk. That’s it.

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

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

Your face suddenly felt hot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eh?” His eyes widened in surprise.

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

He sighed.

Izuru…please don’t kill me.

He cries inside for the rest of the night.

End.

#bleach x reader #shuhei hisagi #shuhei hisagi x reader

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aizenswhore · 18 days

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hii ogm!! i'm loving the drink event and can't wait to see more stories! i wanted to request a manhattan with muzan (fem reader) where muzan is a politican, similar to in Kimetsu Academia where hes a politican!

sorry if i wasn't being to direct!

feel free to deny the request etc and have a great day! <3

The grass is greener on the other side.

Starring: Muzan Kibutsuji x f!reader;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, age gap between Muzan and the reader but the reader is 21, corruption kink, anal sex, modern au, unprotected sex, mention to reader stretching herself out before the encounter, pet names, slight degradation, use of handcuffs;

Plot: You knew only one thing for sure and thus was that Muzan Kibutsuji was your father’s rival. With the incoming election day, you were busy running errands for your father, when you found yourself face to face with the devil himself. From that infamous night, you always found yourself tangled into the silky bedsheets of Muzan’s bed, allowing him to strip you off of your sense of self-preservation, dignity and purity with every secret meeting.

Drink chosen: MANHATTAN (anal sex, corruption kink, handcuffs, shy reader);

MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT | RULES FOR THE EVENT

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"Dad, I can't make it to the conference in time. My flight got cancelled. I'll take the next one in the morning" you blatantly lied to your father, eyes staring at the golden number decorating the white door of the hotel room you were supposed to meet the reason of your little defection at.

It was not the first time you abandoned your duty as the daughter of a man running for becoming the next Prime Minister to follow your lecherous whims. You felt ashamed of yourself, when this started. You were not that kind of girl, but this man had clearly brought out the worst in you, convincing you it was perfectly fine to fight for what you wanted. To be a little selfish was essential to live without regrets.

Even if your choices would have hurt and disappointed the ones you loved.

But if they did not know about your whereabous, they would have not suffered, right? Therefore, here you were, telling lies to the man who raised you, spoiled you and treated you like a princess since the day you were born. All of this for the sake of a secret affair with his younger rival, the very man he was competing with to conquer the hearts of the electors.

“Don’t worry, honey! You have already done so much for me. — your father reassured you from the other side of the phone, causing your stomach to clench as the remorse ate you from the inside out — You will attend the next one” he exclaimed confidently, while you fluttered your eyes close and nodded your head mournfully. If only he knew where you were, if only he saw you now, wearing that scanty dress to please Kibutsuji, he would have undoubtedly watched his perfect little girl turn into a stranger, a backstabber deserving nothing but vituperation.

“I’m sorry, dad. For real. I’ll be rooting for you anyway” you said with a tinge of sorrow in your voice, right before knocking on the door and hearing the sound of footsteps approaching it from the other side.

“Oh, sweetheart, I know you will. I really have to go now! Take care” your father said then, right when two piercing red eyes locked with yours on the threshold of the hotel room you deemed as nothing more than the Gates of Hell.

Your breath was suddenly stuck in your throat and you barely forced yourself to end the call with a “Bye, dad” before Muzan snorted and stepped aside to invite you in. He was visibly displeased at the sweet way you had whispered the epithet rightfully reserved to the man you shared the same blood with.

He hated the fact that you were his daughter and, if he had to be honest with himself, he had decided to lure you in his den to get back at him. At least, at first. Horrified at the idea of growing attached to you, something that had inevitably already happened, he tried to act distant, but you constantly made it hard to let him consider you nothing more than a cheap harlot. Why? Those eyes of yours, your shyness, were endearing to say the least.

“You can’t stay away from me, can you?” he mocked you, closing the door behind you and watching as you kept your eyes transfixed on the polished marble floor under your shoes.

“I wish I could. It’s not that simple” you whispered, shrugging your coat off of your shoulders and abent-mindedly hooking it on the clothes hanger.

The moment your voluptuary curves were exposed to his gaze, you felt it. Shivers ran down your spine, while you did not dare to turn around and face him. It was unncessary, anyway. He walked stauntered towards you like a predator, his hands searching for yours as he pressed you against the wall. His cologne intoxicated you, while his hot breath fanned the shell of your ear in a scandalous way that made your thighs squeeze together. Planting your palms to the wall before you, he intertwined yours fingrs and nuzzled your cheek with his pointy nose.

“I think it’s true what they say. The things we love are frequently the ones that destroy us” he murmured in your ear, his lips tracing your jawline hazardously.

No matter how many times you had crumbled at his feet, granted him the chance to break you down and build you up again, his touch left you always in a haze. Your cheeks heated up, a knot between your eyebrows, as you tried to hide your face from him. If only you could understand how much that tender trait of your personality drove him nuts.

“Don’t hide from me” he stated, surprisingly tenderly as he reached his hand up to wrap it on the back of your neck.

His grip was secure, when he forced you to crane your neck to meet his gaze. His lips captured yours shamelessly, hungrily, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lap at your parted lips and enter your mouth with the same confidence he held when he walked on a stage. Arrogant and unhinged, demanding and never coy he snaked his arm around your waist to make sure your back was flattened against his firm body. Timid moans fell from your lips, sounds he galdly swallowed, whilst leading you towards the king-sized bed at his back.

Lifting your lids to peer up at him, you hesitantly turned around to be face to face with him and your hand cupped his smooth cheek to run your thumb over his cheekbone. Theoughout the time you two had spent together, you had learned to read his body language. He never gave you the chance to be the master of your sea, but he did not disdain small attentions that oulked the strings of his heart. He had almost given you the impression he was touch-starved, as a dog who had been forced to just bark and growl all of his life and showing off his sharp fangs to keep potential threats at bay.

Muzan had barely opened up with you about his past and personal life. All that he asked of you was someone to keep his bed warm at night, even if you had to crawl into the darkness with him to quench his thirst for you.

You kissed him again, slowly, making sure your bodies were pressed up, that not an inch stood between you two. He reciprocated your attention, careful to remark how you were merely able to take the initiative because he had reluctantly allowed you to. You would have never forgotten it anyway. Not when his hands unceremoniously tugged the straps of your dress down your shoulders and proceeded in ripping it apart. You gasped, the sound of the garment coming apart at the seams making you knee buckle.

Muzan flicked his gaze up, tugging the ruined item down your curves to expose your body to him. The way you bit onto your lower lip nervously, still striving to avoid his plum red eyes made him want to ruin you over and over again. Every single time you two met, Muzan stripped you off of things he had yet to touch. Today was not an exception.

“What? Are you sulking over that dress? – he taunted you, quirking a dark eyebrow up before unbuckling his belt hastily – Ask your dad to buy you a new one. After all, he would be ecstatic to shower you in gifts” he bitterly commented, discarding the leather item onto the floor and shoving you down onto the bed by pushing onto your midriff.

His cold touch made your skin sizzle and your mouth went dry, when you lifted yourself up on your elbows, watching him stride to his suitcase and delving his hand into it, rummaging to draw something out.

“Or you wish it was me the one who sent gifts to you, huh? I bet you do. But, mon chéri, you know your dad would toss them into the bin. Therefore, I am forced to give you something else. Something your dad cannot see” he bantered again, his words sounding like a dagger in your heart, words representing the lyrics to the melody played by some metallic object clinking in his hands.

With your heart thrumming into your chest, you let your eyes wander to figure out the source of the chiming only to feel your breath hitch in your throat, when you found out they were shiny handcuffs. The look on your face spoke volumes, your body shuddering in anticipation as you kept on switching your focus from the object dangling from his index and his face.

Mischief twinkled in his eyes, watching in delight as you shifted your position on the bed in sheer desire and pure terror of exploring your tastes, terrorized to find out that you were probably as deranged as he was.

“You are noxious to me. You’ve poisoned me. I should not be here and let you mess me up” you uttered, sitting in a kneeling position on the snow-white sheets of the bed.

Muzan grinned and grasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, face dangerously close to yours as he grinned at your face “Then why are you here? Why are you not in the crowd rooting for you daddy, huh? You’re royally screwing up, darling” he cooed, forcing you to lay face down on the bed.

With your cheek pressed against the rose-scented blankets, you chewed on the inside of your cheeks in a spiral of self-deprecation. He was right. You had deliberately chosen to follow him that infamous night and, much to your dismay, the following ones. It was all on you and your greedy heart, hypothetically assuming you still had one in your chest.

Muzan climbed on the bed behind you, his hands reaching for your wrists and pinning them togther behind your bed as he slapped the cuffs around them, factually preventing you from moving your arms freely.

“Have you done what I had asked of you?” he then inquired, hands already slipping underneath the waistband of your thong and dragging the thin item down your thigh.

“Yes, I did” you whispered, ashamed of yourself as he hummed in return.

The things you had done for him, things that had not even crossed your still innocent mind made you want to rip yourself apart. But how? How could you blame yourself for wanting him?

“Splendid. — Muzan chimed, reaching for something behind him on nightstand — Just relax. Look, I’ll let you see your beloved daddy while I fuck you up, alright?” he sarcastically taunted you, as you began to put the dots together. The remoter, he had grabbed the remoter. He remembered the exact hour your dad was supposed to speak to the Country.

Sweat beaded your forehead as you squirmed underneath him, a hoarse chuckle rambling from somewhere deep into his chest as the screen of the tv projected the smiling, proud face of your father. His eyes seemed to bore right into yours as Muzan fumbled behind you with his pants and grasped your hips into his calloused hands.

“Ah, look at him. My rival has a good taste in neckties. Where does he buy them? Marinella? Those are surely italian-coded” the raven-haired man behind you noted, deliviring another unfathomable kick in your guts.

“You are a bastard” you whispered, eyes widening as he pressed the girthy tip of his cock against your puckered hole. The stretch left you breathless, eyes watering in the process. Frankly, seeing the face of your father partially blurry was far way better than having a clear vision.

While Muzan grunted, makinf sure you could feel every inch of his cock dilating you, the words your dad said made you choke out an uncontrollable sob.

“My sweet daughter could not be by my side today. Her presence is a blessing. Hopefully, she’s now somewhere out there to bless someone else’s day. I love you, sweetheart!” your father said and there was a burst of applause to echo throughout the room.

Wincing softly in pain, hips rotating to accomodate to the intrusion in your most private area, you had to endure the way Muzan sneered and began to rhythmically thrust into you, a crazed expression on his face as he pounded into you without much care of your condition “Oh, you have no idea. Her ass is a fucking blessing, sir” he mocked your father, earning a stifle moan from you.

You wished you could space out, but it was impossible. The stimulation you were receiving was driving you mad. The pain gradually subsided, causing a series of unbridled moans to erupt from your throat. Drool was running down the angle of your mouth, back arching convulsively, as you heard every words your father said and felt every comment Muzan made.

“Fuck… Nah, I’m going to have to send my regards to your father, kitten. — he rasped out, giving you one last thrust, before pulling out with a groan and releasing onto the small of your back — After all, I’m going to steal his lucky charm from him, once I beat him” he whispered after a few seconds.

Trembling, astonished, you closed your eyes and laid there with a drained expression on your face. Muzan Kibutsuji was going to be the death of you.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! The third request for my event is done! Honestly, I hope you’ve enjoyed this one as much as I did. Why? Guys, come on, it reflects my main story “Guilty pleasure”. I felt like I had deprived you of ‘Politician Muzan’ for way too long not to write this one as soon as possible. Now, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Until next,

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Happy anniversary, darling! 🎉💕 Wow, time flies! Happy one-year milestone! Here's to many more years of creativity and success in both your writing and personal life. Let's celebrate with a glass of tequila, and I'd love to share it with Sanemi 🥰

My haven.

Starring: Sanemi Shinazugawa x f!reader;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, shower sex, modern au, rough sex, mention to minor injuries, small fight between Sanemi and a man at the bar, established relationship, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering;

Plot: You were taking a shower, waiting for your boyfriend Sanemi to come back home. When you suddenly felt him entering the cubicle, you knew exactly what he needed. His bloody knuckles told you a story not that unfamiliar to you. But even someone with a short-temper and a brazen nature could take care of what he loved in the best way possible. When he was out of his mind, he remembered he had you in his life and that was already enough.

Drink chosen: TEQUILA (shower sex)

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Your forehead was resting against the tiled wall of the shower, palms flattened against it as you let the water cascade of your body after a tiring day at work. The water pouring down over your head, drenching your hair, irregularly running down your body, soothed your tired muscles, but did nothing to replace the loving sensation of your boyfriend's arms embracing you from behind.

He should have been home by now, he was supposed to be stuck in that cubicle with you, a cheeky grin on his lips as he apologized for not being capable of keeping his hands for himself, when you were naked in front of him. But Sanemi had not returned yet.

You wondered if he had got held up at work, if his car had a flat tyre, but you knew those were idiotic suppositions. Deep down, you knew there was something else behind that. Before coming back home, Sanemi always went to the bar nearby his office to drink something with his colleagues. Nothing was wrong with it, however the issue was that, most of the times, he got into bar fights and, when it happened, he came back later than usual.

You had tried to talk some reason into his head, but there are certain facets of his personality that not even you, or his younger brother Genya could ever change. Sanemi knew you got worried about what might happen if he crossed the wrong person’s path. To be fair, he had even tried to ignore the insignificant men that always did something to get on his nerves. He really did and, once or twice, he had come back home to you without a single scratch over his already scarred body.

Tonight, though, he could really not ignore the scene playing before his purple eyes.

The disrespect of two drunk ugly mugs insulting the barista, refusing to pay for their drinks and smashing the glasses onto the floor made something into him snap. Kyojuro and Obanai could do nothing but make sure he drove home safe and sound, afterwards.

The moment you finally heard the door opening, the sound of clothes landing on the floor with a soft thud, you sighed in relief. With your back still facing him, you allowed his chin to graze the top of your left shoulder, his mouth close to your jaw as his hands latched around you. Drifting your attention on his knuckles, bruises and dried blood made your stomach churn.

“Another fight?” you asked him softly, glad he was back to you.

“They pissed me off” he commented, before he began to leave open-mouthed kisses onto your skin, droplets of water meeting his dry lips in the process.

His grip on your hips tightened, your back arching as you felt his foot slide in between your legs and prompting them to part. Shower sex had become a sort of a ritual, apparently. Who were you to deny him some relief the way he wanted it, when, glancing at him from above your shoulder, you saw such an untainted contrast of affection and wanton glowing in his eyes?

Reaching your hand up, you craned your neck enough to let your lips lock in a passionate kiss. The necessity of feeling him pressed up against you, to unite your bodies like one, the way he always did, guiding you through the garden of eternal bliss.

“I promise I’ll be more cautious in the future. Just let me make it up to you now. – he whispered, his right hand gliding down your front and reaching down to cup your sex possessively – Let me apologize properly, babe” he whispered, his other hand groping your breast, earning a soft moan from you.

In his clutch, safe in the arms of a man who was well-known for his brutal attitude, you knew how deeply he hated disappointing you. Despite what people thought of him, Sanemi was a good man and a passionate lover. Always looking out for you, for his little brother and to your mutual happiness.

“I just want you to be safe” you whispered, while he let his fingers rub your slit up and down, rolling your pearl between his fingers to let you cry out in pleasure, to let you feel loved, once again like he always did.

“I am already safe. I have you. You are my haven” he mumbled against your skin, his mouth latching onto the crook of your neck, sucking onto the skin and leaving possesive marks onto it. He always did it, he made sure you could see the marks of his love, the morning after, while staring at your reflection in the mirror and that night was not an exception.

The melody of your moans echoed in the small cabin, resonating into a crescendo of whimpers as he plunged his digits deep into your core. Your head lolled back, as he did that, resting on the top of his shoulder for more support.

The water splashing onto your chest only amplified your perception of the intense feeling of pleasure pervading your body. The highest form of ecstasy you had ever experienced was with him. Your back arched, his scarred chest and his abs pressing onto your slippery skin, as his forteeth sank onto the tender flesh of your neck, causing your knees to buckle, and, in that very moment, you were glad he was holding you close to his body, preventing you from tripping and get a concussion in the small cabin.

“I’m famished. I need you. Do you need me as much as I do?” he asked, voice raspy as his bulge began to press onto the small of you back.

Lovestruck, with your inner walls already clamping down onto his fingers with the impellent need to reach your climax, you whimpered out in pleasure and nodded your head “Y-Yes, you stupid, charming, prick. I need you too, now” you breathed out, your lips disclosed as moans erupted from your throat.

Sanemi sneered, his chapped lips finally leaving your neck as he gave your lips a smooch to distract you from the feeling of his fingers leaving your warm cavern “Oh, now you’re greedy, I see. Let this prick show you how much he needs you, then” he rasped out, grasping you by your forearms and spinning you around, making sure you back was flattened against the wall of the shower.

The droplets stuck through your elashes and the ones running wildly down your face made you look so dashing to him. Free from the make-up, from the useless clothes that hid your body from his sight, you were simply impeccable. It took him a few moments to snap out of his daydreaming session, your arms swinging around his broad shoulders for support as he grasped your thigh and prompted you to hook it around his hipbone.

His free hand gave his shaft a few languid pumps, a low groan leaving his lips as he then lined up to your opening “Be vocal. I want that grumpy hag at the second floor to complain about it tomorrow morning” he whispered, lips hovering over yours tentalizingly, still not letting your mouths connect.

“You need to stop giving everyone an attitude. She’s an old woman” you chided him, albeit a soft chuckle escaped your luscious lips, right before he began to tease your entrance with his tip.

“Old woman or not, I don’t give a damn. I have a sexy girlfriend to fuck up here, she needs to stop yapping about it” Sanemi punctuated, before finally driving his hips up to meet yours and you let out a throaty moan.

That face you made when he was wholly sheathed into you, the way you clawed at his back whilst you attempted to adjust to his impressive size made him hardly capable of controlling himself. The way you tightened around his cock, sucking him in, was not supposed to be legal. Before meeting you, Sanemi had never doubted his durability.

Once you two had slept together for the first time, however, things changed. He had struggled to control himself that night, his endurance bent by how exquisite your body was and how good you fitted him.

“Ah, yeah, there it is. — he hoarsely groaned out — My nest” he mumbled, as you whined and rested your nape against the wall to concentrate better and steady your breath.

“Welcome back” you replied, a small grin curving your lips, as he rolled his hips slowly onto yours, his fingertips digging onto your flesh roughly.

Sanemi assessed your reaction, the knot between your eyebrows speaking volumes about what you craved and he was more than glad to lead you to insanity. Drawing his hips back, only leaving half of his cock into you, he then snapped them back into you with a strained moan. The sound of skin clapping made your cheeks heat up, while you moaned for him, completely ignoring the whole cantankerous neighbour problem.

When you two made love, the world disappeared. It was just you two, your desires and the way you chased your orgasms together. Oh, and there was the completely gentleman-coded way Sanemi made sure you reached your climax before he did.

“Pussy so good, I swear, I might burst like a virgin” he commented, gritting his teeth as he kept on thrusting into you passionately.

His eyes kept on darting from your scrunched up face to your bouncing breasts, his mouth salivating as he raved at the fact that you were his and no one else’s. His, only his.

“Argh– ‘Nemi, ‘Nemi, I’m close” you whimpered, back arching as your jaw went slack to the feeling of the head of his cock hitting your g-spot with so much vigor to leave you breathless.

Sanemi grunted, grasping your jaw with his free hand and locking eyes with you “Then watch me, while you cum, pretty girl. Look at me, while I paint this cunt white” he commanded you, causing a pathetic whine to fall from your lips as you both reached your ends with shameless moans.

Yeah, you were definitely going to forgive his manners outside.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! Here’s the second request from my “Have a drink event”. I hope you have enjoyed this Sanemi’s one. @doumadono Honey, I literally adore you with every inch of my heart! Thank you so much and I wholeheartedly wish you the same! You’ve been one of my first friends here and I can say no one is as sweet as you!❤️

See you in the next post! Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

X O X O

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