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prelovednikaidou · 5 months

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" TRY ON THE CORSET I MADE! "

MITSUYA + BIMBO!READER

18+, semi public sex, breath play(?), DUBCON, unprotected, spanking, mutual masturbation, oral, vaginal sex, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

your good friend mitsuya made a corset and noticed you hane the same size as the buyer who wanted the corset, so he asked you if you could try it on. And it looks so good on you that mitsuya couldn't keep his hands to himself

All chars are over 18 ⊹ reader's skin color is not mentioned ⊹ mdni

"You want me to try this on?" You asked, holding the pink corset up to your body,

mitsuya leaned against his desk, crossing his arms and looking at the corset to see if he would find any imperfections

"Yes, my client has the same size as you," he said with a pen in between his teeth. He took it out and smiled, comforting

"i can help you tighten it if you want" you nodded, looking at the corset on you in the mirror made you sad that you couldn't buy it from him.

It was really pretty on you, mitsuya watched you and already felt a little weird seeing his corset on his prettiest friend, but he brushed it off as him just thinking it looked cute on his good friend.

"Okay, lean over the table, i'll tighten it now" you walked over to his desk and placed your hands on the table and automatically arched your back which mitsuya noticed and he had to admit that he started thinking about how you would look on his bed, bend over and begging him for more, and how tight and warm your cunt would feel, you looked so fucking good in that corset, fuck.

Mitsuya shook those intrusive thoughts off and walked over to you and grabbed the strings on the back of the pink corset already complimenting your body So well.

Mitsuya suddenly pulled way to hard that you thought your Organs got crushed, but..it felt good.. you let a suprised and loud moan out and that's when mitsuya finally accepted that you're hot and he wants to fuck you,

your moan was so adorable he wanted more.

He got closer to you till his erection pressed against your ass through both of your jeans. "Ah! T-taka-AH!—"

you tried to question what he was doing, but he cut you off by pulling on the strings once again. "i need to know if the corset feels good.." he pulled a little more then leaned closer to your ear "does it?" His hot breath sent chills down your spine, and you nodded hesitantly before Mitsuya, again, pulled the corset harder. "i need to hear it"

you whimpered and could barely breathe but managed to moan out a "f-feels good- mhh!" He couldn't help but bite his bottom lip at your pretty moaning and press his cock harder against you, he tied the corset and then turned you around to look at you in the pretty corset with a cute flushed face and little tears in your eyes.

"Fuck..you look so good~" mitsuya ran his hands up and down your waist over the fabric of the corset "taka.." you whimpered desperately as he came closer, lips almost touching

"what do you need, doll?" You just didn't answer and just pressed your soft and plump lips against his warm and comfortable ones while pulling him impossibly closer with your arms around his neck.

Mitsuya just desperately kissed you back and grabbed your ass through your tight jeans before picking you up to put you on the desk "taka-chan~" you whined as he slowly kissed down your neck as his fingers unbuckled your belt and pulled your pants down to reveal your pretty pink lace panties matching the corset decorating your waist and pressing your tits up.

He began sucking dark spots into your neck and press his fingers onto your clit forcing the most angelic moan out of you that made mitsuya's cock leak and twitch in his pants.

"Pretty baby.." he groaned when he slipped his fingers into your panties and felt your wet and sticky slit. Mitsuya would be lying if he said he never thought about fucking you, i mean you are one of if not the prettiest friend he has and you always wear such revealing clothing, showing off your beautiful curves and body.

You didn't say a thing because you could only moan and whimper "cat gotcha tongue, baby doll?" Mitsuya smiled up at you as he kneeled down infront of you to hungrily kiss up your inner thigh till he was met by your pussy and started off kissing it before full on making out with your messy pussy

"AAH! T-TAKA~" your manicured hands gripped his lilac hair with his pretty Black strands as his mouth slurped on your clit and his fingers slowly slid inside your tight hole "oh fuck..you're so fuckin tight"

Mitsuya groaned and fucked his fingers into your tight and wet pussy.

"T-taka!! Ahhn— f-feels so good.." you cried bucking your hips up into his face, your desperate Actions made his cock twitch in his jeans while he squishes your thighs and Lifts them up to push you further up his desk, knocking pencils and Papers over in the process.

Takashi placed your thighs on his shoulders and continued sucking on your throbbing clit and finger fucking you, before you whined "taka..pleasee~" mitsuya looked up from inbetween your beautiful thighs "please what?" He smirked giving your clit another small kiss sending an electrifiying shiver throughout your whole body

"y-your cock—please..want it!" You dumbly begged, making the lilac haired man smile and stand up to unbuckle his belt. You watched and bit your lip in anticipation.

Mitsuya finally pulled his hard and thick cock out making you moan just looking at the pink flushed tip leaking precum "ya like what you see, baby?" Mitsuya asked smirking and stroking his lenght up and down "fuck..you're so beautiful baby.."

mitsuya just wanted to cum all over you and the corset, and he wanted to see your desperate self play with your pretty pussy.

As much as he wanted to fuck you, he wanted to see you beg even more. "Touch yourself for me, baby.." he requested stroking his cock with a slight Twist to his wrist.

"Mhh~" you pouted disappointed that you didn't get what you want but started playing with your clit. Mitsuya got closer with his cock so his precum dripped down onto your clit and you just stopped touching yourself and pushed him even closer to you by his hips with your legs "god..so desperate, hm? You want my cock that bad?" Mitsuya chuckled and you nodded, almost crying.

Seeing a godness like you, being so close to tears, just begging him to fuck you..made him feral and mitsuya just pushed your delicate upper body down onto his desk, making you yelp but your pussy clench.

"Pretty girl wants to get fucked? Then she'll get what she wants" he huffed, alighning his heavy and painfully hard cock with your dripping pussy.

"Please- p-please taka.." you whimpered to which mitsuya just smirked and slowly pushed the head of his dick past your slick pussy lips, proceeding to slide his entire girthy and long length inside of your cunt.

"Fuuck..you feel so good, angel" he groaned with his eyes shut closed, relishing in the pleasure of your soft but tight walls hugging his throbbing cock.

You bit your lower lip to the point of that you were sure you bruised it, but you couldn't give less of a fuck about that right now. Not when the best cock you have ever felt entered your needy pussy. "Can i..." mitsuya breathed and gulped quickly "can i move?" He asked, placing his forehead on yours.

You nodded and swung your arms around his neck "yes! Please..i need it" you said in a whisper, almost hushed. And your sweet taka couldn't fight the urge to kiss your glossy and slightly bruised lips.

You two moaned into the kiss as mitsuya just started pounding into your sensitive cunt, hitting your cervix with every thrust. Mitsuya grabbed your body, hugging you tight to his own as he continued with the rough pace.

"Y-you feel so good- t-takaa~" you moaned into his ear as your Fingers went into his hair and your back arched, once he hit that amazing spot inside you that made your toes curl. Mitsuya quickly noticed the change in your breathing and tried to his that spot again, he quickly straightened his back, grabbed your hips as he placed his knee on the table and he noticed in your facial expression and the way your hands clung to his forearms that he found that sweet spot again.

"There is is again~" mitsuya breathed and groaned once you clenched down hard on him.

Your open mouth and pulsing of your pussy showed him that you were about to cum, mitsuya felt giddy that he made you, the most sexiest woman he ever met, cum on his cock.

He reached down to play with your throbbing clit, forcing you to arch your back even more, feeling the corset tighted around your body, and your head got thrown back all of a sudden as you gripped mitsuya's cock harder that he ever felt a pussy, or any hole really..and you came with such angelic moans

The feeling of your gripping and pulsing cunt drove mitsuya closer to the edge as well, so he quickly pulled out, and without thinking. He came onto your pressed up tits and the corset..

You both came down from your high and mitsuya suddenly laughed, out of breath "fuck, haha.." you looked down and noticed what he was laughing so awkwardly about, there was cum on the corset, meant for someone else..

You weirdly felt the need to say sorry but before you could the lilac haired man pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek "fuck..guess i gotta make another one.." he said, still chuckling..

"Wha- c-cant you just wash it?.." you asked, confused, and mitsuya just kissed the side of your mouth, almost like he was uncertain if he was allowed to kiss you on the lips.

"I mean..i could but..i honestly want you to keep it..angel" you blushed at his words "are you sure taka-" he hushed you his a finger pressed lightly against your lips "please..it would be an honor if you wore something i made..and uh..fucked you in"

You smiled and grabbed his hand. "taka-chan?" You questioned, and mitsuya ran a hand through your hair, lovingly "yeah?"

You bit your bottom lip nervously "would you..you know..wanna go on a date with me?"

Mitsuya was actually surprised that you wanted to do this again or maybe even be together with him.

His silence and shoked face made you anxious, but then he smiled happily before hugging you tightly. "i would love to," he said, muffled between your tits

"We're gonna go on a boat date as soon as i finished up the new corset, okay? Im gonna buy some wine for the date, too!" He said happily, and you giggled."You better only focus on the corset.. since you ruined this one, " you teased him, and he just smirked. "dont pretend like you didn't love it.." he smiled

You smiled back and sat up to kiss him softly, to which the tall man melted into your touch

"I'm excited for the date~" you smiled and kissed him again

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prelovednikaidou · 5 months

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this is sooo gojo 😒

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prelovednikaidou · 6 months

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"talk ur shit" says Geto while he's ramming his cock inside you - expanding the tight warm walls around his veiny shaft. Bubbles of your juices and his thick cum can be seen at the mouth of your pussy but you are too cock drunk to argue back. this is a hate sex. you and him were arguing 15 minutes ago and now he's filling your womb with his spend as if every drop you leak will be refill. your eyes roll back, you bit your lips to hold your moans but he immediately shoves his thumb into your mouth. "fuck. still unwilling to lose? still wanna keep going?" your front is lifted from the bed while he places his hand on your hip - pulling you to meet his violent thrusts while he fucks you from the back. "ah-! uhn..! f-fuck, just- shut up and fuck me!" He grins, his other hand goes to you tummy, tracing the bulge from his loaded cum in your womb, also his thick cock head entering your canal. that same hand then trails to your breast, giving it a harsh squeeze to which you groan before he squishes your mouth into a pout. he towers over your body, casting a dark shadow over and you sling your arm back - around his nape. leaning to your ear, geto is deeper inside you now that he penetrates you so deep in doggy. "this mouth doesn't know to respect me - always cause arguments and this same mouth begs me to fuck?" drools are dripping from the corner of your mouth and you tilt your head to the side a little, looking up to him as you say, "i can always find another dick to replace you- uhmmfh..!" geto pushes your head flat to the mattress, violently pumping his cock inside you until all the cum inside you splurt on the bed. his butt clenches when he drives his shaft sharply and his huge hand actually cups your sex and his fingers spread your pussy lips wider. "shut the fuck up. that mouth is a fucking liar. but this one is the most honest. so talk your shit, pussy." almost like a command, you cum on the spot, tightening walls that tremble and causes geto to shiver while he keeps on grunting, never once his tempo slow down as his brows taut into a scowl. "what a pussy, so obedient." he pulls out, cloudy and musky scent of juices coat his thick rod and he pushes his thumb to see the battered cunt - still clenching and unclenching as his cum is rushing to spill.

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prelovednikaidou · 7 months

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DAD’S BEST FRIEND

꒰ synopsis ꒱ྀི when you come home from college during the summer, you can’t help but find your dad’s new friend attractive. Seems he can’t keep his eyes off of you too.

꒰ content warnings ꒱ྀི nsfw(17+), fem!reader, reader teases a lot, age gap (reader early 20s, jjk men late 40s), slight dom, soft dom, all consensual + slight aftercare <3

NANAMI ﾟ｡⋆

Ever since you arrived home in that cute little skirt of yours for the summer, he couldn’t help but stare. He didn’t mean to, it’s just you looked so pretty and beautiful. That it made both his cock and heart ache for you.

He always made an excuse to come over to your dad’s house whether that was to help your dad fix or wash his car, watch sports all day Sunday. As long as he got a glance of you. And every time, he always did. And of course he could tell you loved the attention every time.

It wasn’t until one night, bored of your mind you decided to join your father and his best friend in the living room, again always in those cute little skirts, until your dad left to run and get a couple of beers. Leaving you and your dad’s best friend alone.

Your hands rubbing circles into his shoulder and his bulge teasing your clothed clit that was soaking your panties. You could even see the damp spot that you were leaving on his pants. But it seems neither of you cared.

Your father ran to go get some beers at a nearby local liquor store, so despite how badly his friend wanted to slam his cock into that pretty pussy of yours, he decided to be smart and wait. But you were just so eager for him, all you could do was fuck him through clothing.

“Want you so bad..” a whimper that lets his ear burn red.

“I know sweetheart…” he replies. His hand playing with the back of your skirt, lifting it up and feeling the flesh of your ass. It was as soft as he imagined and he dreamed of having you take him from behind, or you sitting on his face. But he has to save all that for another day.

Didn’t want to risk your daddy finding out all over his horny impulsive decision. So having you grind him through is clothing, no matter how much precum was leaking from his tip and how swollen his cock was aching for you, this would have to do.

“F-fuck..” another moan before you came in your panties, some of your slick staining a spot into his pants. You two were lucky the stain wasn’t noticeable due to the dark shade he wore.

You guys shared a glance and are eager to share a kiss but the sounds of the front door opening makes you bounce from his lap and back to your own seat before your dad enters the living room frustrated they didn’t have his beer.

TOJI ﾟ｡⋆

You always thought he was fine since your father greeted the two of you. And it seems he thought you were just was pretty too. The way you wore such beautiful outfits your current boyfriend failed to compliment you in. How your current boyfriend barely showed any affection to you. And toji would never treat you like that. Not once.

And as of lately you couldn’t help but let your fingers slip into your aching cunt and names of your dad’s best friend slip from your mouth. He was just too fine you had always imagined it was perhaps his fingers instead of yours. And you knew he could satisfy you much better than your boyfriend.

So on a late evening you came home early, you went upstairs, showered, and came back down to eat cereal. As soon as you finished, making small talk with your dad and his friend before heading back up because your pussy was soaked from his voice alone. But when he also went up stairs shortly after to use the restroom, he couldn’t help but get distracted by the sounds of his name coming from your room.

“Shh..” caressing your cheeks with his hands. His cock stretching you out so wide, you don’t know how or what you were going to do with him being this big. But did it feel amazing after to have something you been aching this whole time. “I’ll go slow”

Your nails digging into his back and shoulders, scratching his skin through his shirt and he is happy to go back home and see the marks you leave on him through the mirror. You look so beautiful underneath him. Flushed out, and taking his cock so well for a lady who has never had a cock this big in her.

And he gently makes a small thrust in you, causing a whimper to leave your lips. He presses a longer kiss to your mouth as a reminder to keep you silent, he doesn’t want you to make too much noise and bother your father. He’d ought to know the two of you would be gone for too long.

And with another slow thrust, your moan is quieter and muffled into his mouth. Your pussy clenching onto him so right he isn’t sure if he could even go much faster, until you beg him to.

“I-I can take it, faster please” the begging not only making him soft, but wanting to satisfy his little Princess. How was he going to deny you of your pleasure? So he did exactly what you begged for.

Thrusting into your pretty pussy, you could feel him meeting your sweet spot every time, and that causes your nails to dig into his flesh more often. He tried his best to keep himself from loosing control, not wanting the bed to creak too much, or not wanting his balls to smack against your ass to loudly but god temptation was hard.

But if he had to enjoy you in silence, then silence was his best friend.

GETO ﾟ｡⋆

Who can never take his eyes off those pretty little tops you wear that hug your breasts so tight and at every right curve. Watching how your breasts bounce in oversized shirts, he cannot help but imagine what you would look like in some of his clothing.

He knows he shouldn’t crush on his best friend’s daughter but he couldn’t help that. You were a beautiful young woman and yet so tempting despite how sweet you were. He wanted to have you melt underneath him, and show you nothing more but heaven.

So when you come back later than usual and your dad is asleep, a heated conversation turns into a heated kiss and then turns into having you against the wall taking his cock. Bringing you heaven in the dark.

“So perfect like this f’me..” his cock throbbing inside of your pussy, legs wrapped around his waist. Your lips barely leaving his unless it was to moan or whisper.

“O-Oh fuck..” he pressed soft kisses to your neck, gently biting at one of your sensitive spots while thrusting deep into you. His cock meeting your sweet spot with every thrust.

“You’re so tight and so pretty.. so glad I get to enjoy this pretty little thing” his words causing a storm of butterflies in your stomach.

His balls clapping against your ass creating more noise of flesh smacking and moans mixing with the silence in the room. The two of you praying that your father wouldn’t hear bur after some time it seemed the two of you couldn’t care.

“F-Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer, Princess” a grunt leaving his lips and you just hug him closer into your neck.

Panting replacing the moans as soon as you feel his seed spill into you. His seed leaking down your thighs as he pulled out. His cum mixed with yours. But soon you find him at his knees, head between your legs. Licking at any of the excess that dropped down your thighs.

“Don’t want to waste anything.”

#nik; [reads] 🔖

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prelovednikaidou · 7 months

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a letter :: gojo satoru

-to you, my dearest love. from me, your biggest sinner.

genre: angst.

a/n: i'm thinking of the movie 'atonement' but in here, none of us have the blessing of a chance to do so.

Dear my love,

How I wish I had the guts to ask how you're feeling, but knowing how well he must've taken care of you, I chosed to not acknowledge the lacking I have when I had you. If I was selfish for thinking this way, then so be it.

This letter serves no purposes. I just had the feeling that if I were to call you in person, I'd stumble across his voice, picking up the call in your stead. I refuse to know that. I refuse to know how you have your outmost trust regarding your stuffs in him, something you never did when you were with me. Don't worry, I learn my place.

It's ironic how I was the one who asked for an end, yet I'm the one who's more miserable after the connection I had with you has to come to the closure. It should've been you, who should wail upon my request. But why, Satoru. Why did you have to look like the biggest lump in your chest finally disappeared, the moment I bid you goodbye? Why did you have the most gentle smile as you hugged me, more gentle than the first kiss we had?

Was it because deep inside your heart, there stood his figure in a place that I couldn't reach? Was it because every affection that I mistook was laced with an underlaying guilt? Was it because I was the other person between you and him?

Because if the answer to all of that is a 'yes', then forgive me since I'm a sinner and I've never felt guilty for doing so. I'm a vile woman, and our departing is the punishment I must withstand. I've come to accept, that your love did not belong to me anymore.

No, keep your heart shut. I know you're saying something in your chest. Something that may run along the lines such as,

"I never love you to be honest."

Don't say it. At least in the tiniest presence of me from this mere letter, please, have mercy on me. You can admit it when you're having a cup of coffee in the morning or when you're getting ready to meet him. You can do whatever you want, but never when you're reading this letter.

Because please let me believe, that this parting hurt you too. Let me believe that I wasn't the only one who's struggling to live after we left each other. Let me believe that you actually did feel something for me.

Satoru, did I ever love you?

Did I ever love you like how you wished me to? Did I ever love you until you couldn't take it anymore? Because how could you. How could you stand me, accepting whatever I gave without an ounce of guilt. Was my love never big enough for you to admit that it wasn't me who you desired? Should I have been trying a little harder for you to be sincere?

Do I, as a person, has never reminded you of him?

Save that, you don't have to answer. Because either of the results - none of it would be a comfort to me. Perhaps, between my need for your sincerity, I've lost my love in the way and what I felt at this moment is just jealousy.

Truthfully speaking, I barely know you. You hid yourself like a sulking cat, to which I was wrong. It wasn't about you hiding something bad from me. It was simply you, not being able to open up or accepting me. Might it be my touches, my kisses, my pamperings, all of it were worthless. I've grew exhausted, Satoru. For this I must apologise because it seemed like the love I claimed to have for you knew its limit.

In this life, I spent my nights thinking of how sweet your love would taste when you were already sleeping in my bed, beside me. How foolish, that the gap between our body seemed to be more distant than the warmth of his memory inside your heart.

With condolescence,

Me.

Blood splurted across the floor, the Shibuya Train Station was tossed into a wreck after a sudden tragedy fall upon those innocent lives. It had something to do with curses and paranormal activities to which leaving non-socerers to spread out like a wild fire, running for their lives.

Gojo was recently released from the trap set by Kenjaku, he couldn't wrap his mind as fast he could because the sight of him, staggered his sanity and rationality. He missed him so much. Too damn much that words couldn't describe on how pathetic he could be at the mercy of his long, deceased lover.

Was it a living body? That was him. That was Geto Suguru, he knew it. He knew it but his heart couldn't recall the same throbbing he felt years ago. The sweet fluttering of his pulse went cold because right now, in his arms was another figure. Standing on his shaky legs, Gojo's eyes were wide, blue pupils trembled and the running blood in his veins felt like stopping.

Bloody red ink that stained the floor non-stop, the small body in his hold was limp, lifeless. Blood pouring out of the small mouth, and only after Gojo heard a distant voice calling for him - that he realised what happened.

He was coming his neck. A sharp, thick blade that could immediately divide his head from his body was seen to be precisely swung to his way. Gojo couldn't move. Not when he thought of how he could finally rest with his long lost lover. He was accepting his death. But it seemed like, in this very pitiful and lonely world, there was actually a person in this life that wanted him as a whole.

Not as the strongest socerer. But as a human. Yet he was too late to realise as the blade pierced deeply into the living flesh in front of him, ripping out the churning insides of intenstines that the nerby passengers grew pale. It was traumatic. It was painful. But how could the same small figure used the little strength that left to push him to the back.

She still wanted him alive. She still wanted him to continue waking up to the person who would make him happy. For her, she wanted him to be happy a little longer. This was all she could do in replacement of the stolent years she took, the time where he had to force his smiles - she wanted him to live a little longer so he could experience all that finally with his lover. She wanted him to be happy. Since it's been so long for him, to smile that reach his beautiful eyes.

So how could she stand still when she saw a brash figure was aiming straight for him. She couldn't. Everything acted out within her instinct just like how she used to. Everything laid in front of her, reminding her of the sweet past where she used to aid his wounds, where she would stand by his side while the both of them would sit in silence, welcoming the comfort of each other. She should be afraid. She should run. But the hollow gaze she saw in his eyes deserved to be shielded.

Perhaps, she had already understand that she could never not love him. He was, the love that she wanted keep inside her for as long as she can.

"Gojo sensei!!" A voice rang from his side but Gojo couldn't reply. His body weakened and he fall to the ground, holding the body that was losing its warmth by missing seconds. Yuuta walked closer to his teacher, the train station was finally being emptied by the curse technique he applied. It should be fine to escort his teacher out and have him control the mass.

However, Yuuta didn't expect for him to see his teacher, face as pale as a white sheet as he rocked his body back and forth, almost like consoling the figure in his tight hold. Yuuta couldn't step forward. Not when the aura emitted from his teacher was deadly.

But among all the eery feeling emitted from Gojo, Yuuta could sense something that he didn't thought Gojo was capable of understanding.

It was despair.

Sitting in the puddle of her blood, only now Gojo understood on how selfish he was. He was chasing a dimming light that was bound to end, while she was struggling and trottling around simply by chasing his shadow. The smile she had when he hugged her, the same scent he used to smell when he kissed her forehead - it was blinded by blood.

How long would it take for Gojo to realise that Geto Suguru was never his curse. It was love. Just like the love he had easily toyed him around, he cursed the same thing upon her. The three of them, were binded by love that it cursed all of them.

"F-fuck..."

Yuuta heard, he took a measured step to the emotionally unstable teacher and wanted to make peace but the fat beads of tears rolled down the high cheeks of Gojo Satoru, unable to conceal his grief. How foolish. He stuffed his face to the nook of her neck, the same very neck that he used to plant kisses. The same very neck that still carried the necklace he gave.

He was stupid. So stupid that he refused to respond to her look of disappointment when he agreed to the break up. Disappointment was often attached to anger but those soft face could never curve its brows to scold him. But flattened, she accepted everything with her open arms.

Now, not only he put the safety of public at the stake of Kenjaku, he also lost the only person who'd be willing to protect the strongest socerer.

The world had been very lonely for Gojo not because people viewed him in a respectful glance and afraid of him. It was others, who didn't care to note on his being as he could protect himself. As if he couldn't be hurt and won't bleed. But at what cost for Gojo Satoru to finally met such a person who proved him that the world isn't a dreadful and lonely path.

"I... I'm sorry.. I, of fuck... why the hell would you... fuck..!" He screamed, tears blurring his vision and those shaky lips finally landed on her mouth. The taste of her gloss wasn't there. What was burning the tip of gis tongue was the iron taste of her blood.

"Satoru-san, which lip color suits me the best?"

"Red."

"Eh, really? Should I buy one?"

He recalled the nonchalant answer he gave in order to cut the conversation short. He shook his head, body trembled heavily as he whispered,

"No..no... red doesn't suit your lips... no... you look the best when..." his breath hitched, eyes tightly clenched as he brought her body deeper to his body and he said, "...when you have my lips on you.. fuck... fuck... I... should have kissed you... so fucking much... fuck.. now you can't taste the kiss you love so much.. fuck..reply to me wont you... fuck."

Laying beside the river in her hometown, Satoru played his finger with the water - creating small ripples as the water lillies followed the flow. His eyes were mindless and there he laid, with a letter placed on top of his chest. The sun was peeking through the heavy trees around him. It was windy and the weather was beautiful. He closed his eyes momentarily but it had been so long since he had his own peace when he rest.

Thus, his heavy eye lashes fluttered close and he drove himself to sleep but before he could finally sober up, he noticed that the letter he treasured more than anything else had gone missing. He immediately looked around and catching a sight of the blood stained letter was floating by the river beside him.

Gojo set his shoes by the shore, carefully taking off his coat as he didn't want to wet his cloth. So he dipped his feet to the chilly water, slowly paving his way to catch the letter yet the stream of river grew stronger and pushed the letter far ahead. He also followed the flow. Slowly, his fingers reached the letter but what he failed to notice was when the water lillies followed the ripples, it went straight to the broad water as if there was a huge force from the mountain -

where its root could no longer reach the soil,as the river grew deeper and deeper.

"A little more," He smiled. Unknown to the tragedy that may come as his sight was only to chase the remnants of his love.

Taglist: will update soon hehe <3

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prelovednikaidou · 8 months

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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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pairing: fem reader x ukitake jushiro

warnings: smut, cockwarming, mating press, creampie, womb fucking, whiney reader, soft dom -take, fingering

laying with ukitake is a strong contender for the the most comforting feeling in the world. the warmth of his body cradling you while you rest with your back against his toned chest, arm slung around your waist, holding your hand in his and lacing your fingers like they were built to fit together. and it works well enough,, him squeezing and playing with your hand, curling his larger one over yours. kissing your head and telling you about his day, mundane recounts of meetings and patrols around the soul society he knows is going in one ear and out the other.

ukitake’s experienced, some 300 odd years-so equipping him with the skills and discipline necessary to rise to the the rank of captain, and nothing showcases it like his infuriating level of self control. voice never wavering, breath never catching, hips never stuttering against your ass despite his cock being buried to hilt, balls deep inside your warm cunt. oh how he loves having you like this, plugged up on your side after being filled, body and mind still tingling with the aftermath of your intense high, with how you were shaking, knees touching your chest as you were held in a press under the weight of his muscular body. sweat glazed skin sliding against eachother, cunt clenching around ukitake’s throbbing length, sucking him deep to release another load inside you.

you’re gasping, every hard heavy thrust into you leaving you breathless, the recoil of your hips back up against his cock making you grind against him, smearing your slick all over as your swollen clit catches on his hard pelvis drawing you closer and closer

he gazes down at you, a curtain of long white hair surrounding the two of you leaving there nowhere to look but at each other, dark eyes swimming in want and a carnal kind of need. and what a sight you were. all fucked out and sweet, mewling and squirming under him as if you haven’t been milking his cock for all he has. wanton cries and whines spilling from your pretty lips about how bad you want it how bad you need him and his perfect cock. pleading your case as coherently as you could about how you’re a good girl and he said good girls get to be filled >:( it has a smirk pulling on his lips, your desperation endearing him to no end. the sound of your high pitched keens mixed with the way you tighten and spasm around him signals him to up the pace, to slam himself inside you harder and faster, carving into you until he’s sure he’s prodding at your womb. the sound of your sloppy cunt squelching, arousal pooling out of you with every thrust has his balls tightening and his face burning.. feeling himself nearing his high when you cry out for him so pretty.

yes fuck me fuck me hahh fuck meee you hiccup, tears streaming down your cheeks and tongue lolling out over your bottom lip. nails dig into his thighs hard enough to break skin, pulling them against you as you lose yourself to the euphoric pleasure cascading over you. ukitake groans, eyebrows knit together and eyes closed as his lips capture yours in a heated kiss, tongue licking into your pliant mouth to tangle with yours. the two of you moan into eachother while ukitake’s hips slow down to grind into you, emptying himself until he’s sure you’ve taken in every drop. you stay like that for a while, your lover having gently maneuvered you so your legs lay above his hips granting him the perfect view of you. he smiles softly, massaging your flesh that’s become sore from having been folded in a press for so long.

what? the question comes out in a whisper, voice hearse from the incessant crying you were doing but a few minutes prior. your breathing has slowed down to match up with his, chests rising and falling in sync as a dreamlike state of serenity envelops the two of you.

he quirks an eyebrow in response, eyes shifting between yours as his rough hands continue to knead at you, releasing the built up tension. his heart blooming, warmth flooding his chest at the sight of your eyes closing and a small smile forming in bliss under his caring hands.

hmm what y’so happy about you hum out, moaning softly when his hands travel up to your tummy and waist.

what… is it wrong to smile at my pretty girl? he murmurs coyly, chuckling at your half assed attempt to smack him in embarrassment. it never fails to charm him, the duality of your nature. how you could go from being so lewd to so easily flustered in a matter of minutes.

he feels himself falling for you a little more each day

and with that, a sweet silence settles over the room, broken only by the occasional groan or giggle as the two of you relish in eachother’s company and attention.

but you really are the prettiest thing ukitake murmurs, trailing a finger down from your waist while his gaze remains locked on your drowsy eyes. it just barely grazes your skin, leaving your hair standing on end as it snakes down your stomach

his eyes leave yours to look down at the path his fingertip takes down your body, arching every so slightly into his touch as he nears the place he’s rested himself inside of you.

take me so well-

right here

calloused finger pads trace the outline of the bulge of his cock inside you, sending heat rushing through your veins up to your face. the sight of him so deep in you, fitting snugly right in between your walls after shooting his load into your womb…

you feel like you might explode

there’s a shift in the air between you, charged with something new. you watch him stare at the bulge in your tummy, jaw clenched as he runs his hand over it, the other stroking up to cup your breast before moving up to your jaw. he leans in to kiss you once more, short and sweet before speaking against your lips

roll over on your side baby

ukitake reaches down to spread your lips apart, breath hitching at the sight of his cum leaking out of you when he slowly pulls his limp cock out. it’s mesmerizing,, lewd,, how your hole clenches around nothing, pushing out more of his seed in a messy display. he tuts disapprovingly, silently reprimanding himself for not having thought this through. what a waste. your giggles at his reaction are cut short once he gathers it on his fingers, pushing it in. ukitake fucks his cum back inside you with his fingers before rolling you over on your side, his wet fist angling his cock against your entrance to sheath himself inside you in one fluid thrust. the both of you groan in unison at the tight fit, marvelling at how it feels like the first time even after so long

and that’s where you find yourself now, lying in his arms lavished with kisses pressed to your ear and neck while he toys with your fingers. he’s at peace, totally calm while you’re the complete opposite. you cant help but fidget in his hold, the feeling of his cock resting limp inside of you making your body feel so very hot. your breathing and heart rate growing erratic. despite your efforts to loosen up and relax, you find yourself squeezing ukitake’s hand hard, holding it in a death grip while you bury your face into the pale arm resting below your head.

just stay still honey

the deep timbre of his voice sends chills flurrying down your spine, that coupled with the feel of his breath against your skin, lips hovering over you as if looking for a place to land.

you’re doing so well for me, yeah?

you shudder when his lips finally find purchase on the sweet spot just below your ear, hearing a hiss escape his lips when your cunt spasms around him.

yea.. you gasp back, eyes shut as ukitake continues his ministrations against your neck.

kiss

you feel so good angel

kiss

we fit like i was made to be inside you

kiss

you’re perfect

kiss

divine

you’re sure that wasn’t the end of it, that the words now reaching your ears all muffled were ones of more praise. observations pointing to how perfect you are how good you always are to him his pretty little angel

his words are innocent enough, touching confessions of his feelings towards you, yet they light a spark in you,, deep in your core that has you clamping down on him with every word tumbling from his rosy lips.

f-fffuck shiro

your whines grow louder and louder once you feel ukitake growing hard inside of you, his cock swelling between your warm walls as he tries his best to control himself.

god… stop tha -haah

his hips instinctively jerk forward into your ass, an action devoid of any restraint on his part as he screws his eyes shut and breathes heavily against your shoulder

baby ,, you gotta stop fuck tightening up like that

but i cantttt!

cant help it you slur, losing yourself to the feeling of your lover’s heavy cock throbbing and leaking inside your sensitive pussy

not when you’re makin me feel so good

it’s the rasp in your voice that gets to him, still a little hoarse from earlier when you were screaming and crying for more. the red marks you clawed down his broad back still tender to the touch. so when your hips circle and push back against him, when you bring his fingers up to your lips to suck on his index and middle… he can’t find it in himself to deny you

the two of you grind against eachother before ukitake removed his hands from your lips, wet digits twisting and pulling on your nipples. the other arm that lay below you curls, positioning you in a headlock, your neck pressed into the crevice of his elbow.

you still want more?

ukitake slows his grinding, opting instead to thrust shallowly into you. pulling out and pushing in bit by bit until he’s sliding his entire cum soaked length in and out of your cunt. he grips your hips hard, rocking you back onto him while you squeal, clawing against the forearm pressed on your neck as tears begin to blur your vision with the overwhelming stimulation.

hey shhhhshh no baby, none of that now ukitake coos, kissing your warm cheek softly. a stark contrast to the way he slams you back on his cock without mercy.

you wanted me to fuck you right? so let me take care of you

he’s groaning in your ear, relishing the way you’re clamping down on him nice and tight with every honeyed word spilling from his lips. getting off on being taken care of, on being praised and caressed while he fucks you dumb once more.

how’s that sound sweet girl?

your blubbering in response is met with reassurance and wet, heavy smacks against the fat of your tender ass as ukitake feels his restraint wavering.

and suddenly, 3 loads inside of you doesn’t seem enough

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