#urahara x you

[nyimasu]

BLEACH MEN, PART 1

───── 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑇𝑈𝑅𝑁𝑆 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀 𝑂𝑁

— CHARACTERS : Urahara Kisuke, Hirako Shinji, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

— CONTENT WARNING : sex toys, fingering, oral (f receiving), lingerie kink, rough manhandling, bdsm content (primal sex play, biting), use of pet names, dry humping, bits of breast play, cervix fucking, creampie, dacryphilia

ANYA'S CORNER : this is the first part of my bleach hcs regarding men. soon I will be digging into the beautiful world of bleach women too 🤍

you can find the second part here !

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

✧. URAHARA KISUKE — SEX TOYS

It doesn’t matter if he’s on the receiving end or you are. At the end of the day, Urahara Kisuke is the winner, and the victor takes it all.

“Kisuke, ‘s too much. Be gentler, please.”

The low buzzing cuts off, its pressure vanishes from your aching clit and a soft kiss in the crook of your knee follows your words, as if to accept them. Then the tender moment turns into a steamy one when a chuckle comes from the man nestled between your legs. 

Tonight you lose yourself in his eyes. His bucket hat is gone — probably because you are the one wearing it by the man’s explicit request. Mind you, that’s the only garment you have on. 

He’s so unpredictable, your lover.

Kisuke’s breath caresses your thighs as he finally raises his head, silvery gaze skittering all over your form until a hand of his comes to cup your breasts. The other one stays where it was before, three fingers buried in you with his thumb right above your little bundle of nerves.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. Do you want to stop? Are you feeling hot? 

Here, let me help you.”

The slight pressure on your lower half disappears but before you can snap back at the lack of touch, puffs of fresh air glide over you and you sigh in relief the moment the man kisses your wet folds and his fan provides you a much needed break. 

The scenario in which you find yourself starring as the main character is always the same: you, sprawled on the futon you and Kisuke share while the man experiments on your body. Every day a new invention of his to test out, and you’re his most willing victim. 

It’s intoxicating, really, the realisation you feel every time: to be worthy of unrestrained passion, reverence even, from such a poised person as Urahara Kisuke is. 

Especially if your praises for his work, laced with strings of his name and soft pants, get to push him beyond his own limits.

Back to reality, you stare at the scene unfolding before you. It’s as if every frame of it is embedded in your eyelids, yet you can’t help but tilt your head to the side and spread your legs further, fingers sneaking down to press on either side of your lower lips for Kisuke to suck in a groan. The sound goes straight to your pussy, and he sees it when he stoops over it, humming in elation at your body’s reactions to each movement of his. 

Painfully so, because now the fan he’s been using to both pleasure and torment you for no one knows much clicks shut. A moan escapes you at that, and that’s when the man goes ballistic.

Needy are his hands once they’re on you again, his thrusts against the futon to relieve some of the strain in his pants are futile. They don't compare to your warmth. With that in mind, his voice breaks under his own appetite when he says, 

“Are you ready for me? I won’t hold back this time.”

You nod and under your lust-filled pupils, the white fan liquifies in the man’s hold once more, moulding itself into a shape you are very familiar with. Your tensed muscles relax instantly with Kisuke’s tongue flattened on your engorged bud, this time sparing it the attention of his newest invention. Of course he turned his beloved fan turned into a vibrator moulded after his own dick.

A little joke of yours that Kisuke made sure you will never forget, just to “remind you he can have your every hole at any time of the day just with a flick of his wrist.” 

Oh, and he has a portable cast of your pussy. For scientific purposes, by all means.

It’s only natural for a man of science like him, now, isn’t it?

✧. HIRAKO SHINJI — LINGERIE KINK

The man is too stunned to speak. A rare occurrence, since Hirako is well known for being pretty quick at giving others a piece of his mind. But with you, he’s perpetually at a loss of words.

You spin yourself around again, slower this time, to give him a full show of your naked self but for the lace set of bra and panties hugging your forms just right. Your lips curl in a teasing smile as you watch the blondie fall down in a spiral of despair. 

All because of the lingerie. It’s always been the biggest kink of his.

Alas, his eagerness to fuck you stupid in the expensive sets he buys for you never diminish its grip on him, on the contrary. 

Shinji can’t get enough to see you walking around the house wearing only a satin babydoll, a pair of black panties with little golden ribbons on the back. 

More, more.

“What do you think? Does it look good on me?”

His grin is feral and it follows the beckoning sign of his hand, motioning for you to come closer. Once you do, he’s quick to encircle your waist with his arms and bend his head towards your chest. The wetness of his tongue sends shivers down your spine and you arch your back against him for more. 

He notes it and chuckles, and with the most shit-eating grin he’s able to pull off right now with your tits in his mouth, he deadpans, “Not tonight.” 

And with that the man’s lips let go of your nipples, and you bite back a curse. If you complain, he’s going to prolong the moment and drive you more insane than usual. 

The moment he falls to his knees while leaving a trail of kisses on your navel, his hands explore the thin fabric around your waist. That alone should’ve been enough warning for you. Then he draws a loud moan out of your throat, and it’s too late.

Hazy eyes set on his as he places an open-mouthed kiss on your clothed pussy, sucking the wetness leaking through the lace loudly. He’s doing it on purpose.

Your fingers glide through his hair, a sigh escaping your parted lips as you do so. Its length reaches below his waist once again but you yank just at his roots to make him go faster. You feel his cock slap against your leg when he shifts position, tongue slipping through the garment while his nose hits your clit.

"Shin- Fuck."

Another sob of yours is all it takes for him to get on his feet, spin you around to bend you over the bed, roughly push aside the panties and ease himself in you in one go. His own pants mix with yours and it feels so good.

All because Shinji can’t get enough of the sensation of the lavish texture and your greedy walls brushing and hugging his cock.

✧. GRIMMJOW — PRIMAL SEX PLAY

The first time he saw you come undone around his fingers, with your pretty face scrunched in ecstasy and your inner walls sucking him in impossibly close, he made an oath to you and himself. 

He was ready to indulge every capricious whim of your heart as long as you were prepared to do the same with his. 

Except Grimmjow is prone to more… animalistic tendencies, per se. Nonetheless, you had agreed by pulling him closer for a messy kiss he accepted, digging his teeth into your lower lip when your nails sank into the flesh of his back.

After the agreement, you’d always play a little game, the two of you. No matter the circumstance, the one who eventually ends up on their back or stomach most of the time — be it against a wall or laid down on either a bed or the floor itself — is you.

Today is no different and a grunt crawls its way out of your lungs. 

Furious with yourself for losing again, you whip your head to the side and stare at your partner. Light blue orbs bore holes in yours as he bares his teeth at you and grunts, just to spite you, to which you reply by licking the sliver of his arm’s skin you can reach before biting the flesh. Blood spills from the tiny wound and Grimmjow straight out hisses now, his callous fingers forcefully running through your hair to keep you in place. “You fucking bit me, woman.”

Your knees, pressed on either side of his waist, quiver around him. But you don’t back off and reply with a heated, “What about it? You deserve it. 

You cheated today.” 

His whole body is caging you on the floor of his residence in the Hueco Mundo, and the coolness radiating from it balances out the heatwave engulfing your senses. He’s a breadth away from literally tearing all your clothes apart with his teeth. 

"You're just a sore loser who talks back too much for my liking. I'm faster and stronger than you. It's only natural for me to win, woman. Uhm, what should I do with you?" his smirk borders sadism when his dominant hand wraps around your throat. Not enough to cut the air out of you, but tight to the point where you throw your head back and pant.

The Arrancar has fucked you so many times using all of his antics that now nothing he does really scares you anymore, rather it riles you up. 

And seeing you so boundless turns him on in a split second. 

His hair kisses your body as the sound of fabric being torn apart buzzes in your ears. Your pants, shirt and underwear? Gone. Ripped to shreds by the Espada’s touch. 

Grimmjow is really destroying your wardrobe each time he’s in a hurry to fuck you, and you bite the expanse of flesh between his thumb and pointer finger on your throat in retaliation.

He stops in his tracks, and the look he pins you down with is positively murderous. 

“You tryin’ to make yourself bleed till morning?”

"What if I am? What are you going to do about it?" you challenge him with your eyes and buck your hips upward to meet his clothed ones halfway. His startled grunt persuades you to do it again. 

But this time his hold on you slides to your hips, and he anchors himself on them with his free hand while the one on your throat snakes down to palm himself through his pants. 

It doesn't take long for your jaw to go slack at the sight of the prominent outline of his erection and Grimmjow nips at the expanse of skin behind your ear before growling: 

“Want my cock so bad, woman? Take it, then”, his last piece of cloth rolls down to his knees, too impatient to take it off unlike his sash and jacket.

“Make me feel good, yeah?”

Eyes roll in the back of your head once you feel his tip prod at your entrance. He falls on the heavier side, and his generous girth fills you up to the brim in a moment.

Once he feels you relax a bit around him, his thrusts gain momentum and he drives himself so deep in you by grabbing you by the back of your thighs to shove them closer to your torso that tears roll down your cheeks without you noticing. Grimmjow kisses your cervix over and over again while his tongue licks clean your cheeks.

He adores how glassy your eyes turn whenever he's balls deep in you, how fragments of tears get stuck in your pretty eyelashes.

"Grimmjow." his names tumbles off your lips so naturally and he fights against his instincts, the urge to flip you on your back and claim you in the most primal position.

He feigns ignorance and sink his fingers further in your flesh. "What?"

"Come in me. I need to f-feel you."

Your fingers somehow wander on his body as you say so, and with whatever strength is left, your nails climb up his back to trace with unbridled fury the lines and curves of the number '6' tattooed on him. The man's grunts grow in volume and you respond with an elated laugh laced with wanting.

He looks down at you, and his lips clash against yours in a battle for dominance, a battle with no holds barred.

Despite being considered too raw for anyone else, Grimmjow has some tiny pieces of humanity left in him and as he slows down to hover over you and cum into your pulsing walls with a low groan — he refuses to do so elsewhere — his bites on your chin and short hums chanted against your neck while you clench around him are somewhat tender. 

Who says Espadas can’t be happy with humans?

© azanthys — do not copy, translate, repost and modify my works.

[muzansfangs]

You tell them you got a brazilian wax by a guy.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: short imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, human/modern au, mention to female nudity, jealousy, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, language, creampie, oral sex (Aizen!receiving), vaginal sex, spanking, choking, spying on a partner, mention to murderous intents, wax play.

Plot: A trend on Tik Tok made you plot a devious plan to make your beloved boyfriend going mad. He knew you had an appointment for a brazilian wax. He obviously assumed you were going to be assisted by a woman. How will he react, when you tell him it was a man? Will his jealousy go too far? Will your prank get you in a bad situation?

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Sosuke Aizen.

You knew better than messing with him. Your boyfriend and his god complex, along with his mania for having everything under his control could truly be lethal. Quite literally. Yet, you were bored that Friday night. Sosuke was not around and you ended up slumping onto your couch, phone in hand, scrolling through Tik Tok in search for a way to entertain yourself.

You did not really do much, beside chuckling every now and then. Well, that was until you came across a specific trend regarding a thing you were not unfamiliar with. As you watched the way a poor boyfriend freaked out at the thought of his girlfriend getting a brazilian wax from a guy, you could not restrain yourself from testing the waters. Aizen Sosuke, the cold-blooded mastermind you shared a roof with, was going to experience a man’s personal living hell.

It was a monday evening, when he came back from work just to find you laying on your stomach on your shared bed, in a set of black lingerie he had bought for you a few months ago, chuckling to yourself. He furrowed his brows, settling his briefcase onto the armchair beside the window, as he slowly removed his jacket.

His predatory eyes roamed over your curves. He knew you had gone to your monthly wax appointment. He could see your smooth legs and the way your lingerie already showed shaved portions of your nether regions supposed to be covered. If you had opted for such a provocative attire, it could only mean that you wanted to show off your body to him.

“Hello, darling” he greeted you, his trademark grin crossing his lips as he tugged at his black tie to loosen it.

It was hard to keep your play on, as you watched him slowly get ready to devour you. He always took his time, confident that his cold and charming demeanor worked magic on you even before his hands started to trace the curves of your body. It was true, unfortunately. But you had to resist. It was your time to torture him, after all.

“Hey” you whispered, lifting yourself up on your knees as he approached the bed.

He swept his tongue over his bottom lip, his hand cupping your cheek as he stood at the edge of the bed, leaning down to let his mouth collide with yours in a demanding kiss. You could not deny yourself such a treat and you returned it with equal passion, earning a guttural grunt from him.

He did not say much, he sat down next to you and it was a silent signal for you to climb over his lap and straddle him as you always did. He had somehow trained you to have some reactions and do specific things in response to his gestures. Sosuke Aizen surely had his own way to make you bend the knee effortlessly at his silent requests.

As you straddled him, his hand reached up to grasp his glasses and he hastily took them off, discarding them somewhere beside him on the bed without bothering to fold them. It was so atypical of him. He seemed eager to have you that night and you could not help yourself but tease him about it. After all, pouring gasoline on a wild fire was the right thing to do to get him even more eager.

“Damn, are you that eager to see me naked?” you taunted him, as he darted his brown chocolate hues on your again. There it was, his lustful glare that made your knees buckle.

“Actually, I’m eager to fuck you” he deadpanned, his hand landing on your neck and squeezing it enough to keep you in place, as his other hand tugged your thong to the side and he glided the pads of his fingers down your slit.

You gasped, arching your back as he smirked down at you “You’re already dripping… If it’s so easy to get you wet, I wonder how you don’t make a mess on your beautician’s couch while texting me” he joked, drawing figures eight on your bundle of nerves.

There you were, ready to drop the bomb.

As he delved his fingers into your aching core, a strained moan falling from your lips, you glanced at him with an innocent smile on your face, as you made the ground shake under his feet “Oh, I guess I have been lucky today. Can you imagine Robert’s face, if I stained the couch?”.

Congrats, Aizen.exe stopped working.

He froze solid, his fingers were still buried deep into you, but he was not thrusting them in his usual smooth movements that made you squirm. His eyes were locked with yours, a small frown on his face. You genuinely thought you had just given him an heart attack.

“Robert” he repeated flatly, clearly unamused.

It was in moments like this, when he was serious, seraphic, that you feared him the most. Aizen could be dangerous, truly dangerous. The hint of wrath sparkling into his eyes gave you chills and you uncomfortably darted your eyes away from him. The carpet underneath his shoes suddenly seemed particularly interesting.

“Yeah, Robert. The new guy who works for my beautician. You know, he helps her” you stated, you mouth feeling like chalk all of a sudden.

The dry laughter leaving Sosuke’s lips made you shiver and it took you a few seconds to realize you had royally screwed up, because he was so nimble to wrap his hand around your throat again, and pin you to the bed underneath him, that you had not realized your position had switched so suddenly.

“I don’t doubt it. He must have enjoyed the view of your legs spread wide in front of his stupid face. — he chimed, a devious smile curling his lips as he paused to clench his teeth — A stupid face I’ll gladly fuck up tonight. Would you love to see it, love? I could take his heart to you, offering his pulsing, wretched organ to you. I’ll gauge his eyes out of his skull. I’ll squeeze the life out of him—” he hissed, each time the threat becoming similar to the ones the slashers whispered through the phones to their victims in the stupid movies he loved to watch with you, only to feel you curl up next to him on your sofa.

They were hilarious, according to him.

“Aizen, I was fucking joking! Stop! It was a trend I ran into on Tik Tok!” you quipped, eyes rounded as you cut him off.

Your boyfriend arched his dark eyebrows up, tilting his head to the side and slowly releasing his grip on your neck. He looked almost disappointed. Not towards you. Maybe, he truly wished to kill someone. Because he would kill whoever dared to even glance at you.

His jealousy was skyrocketing.

“I see. — he stated then, before hopping back on his feet and slowly unbuckling his black leather belt — Since you love to use this pretty mouth of yours for talking bullshit, open it to make amend. I’ll obviously come into your mouth, darling. I expect you to swallow” he hissed, gripping your hair and dropping his pants down to his ankles.

Maybe, just maybe, he took a day off from work every month to accompany you to the beauty point. Perhaps, he stalked you down, when you went on your own, because the idea of a random Robert staring and touching your pubes truly made him want to commit a mass murder.

Shunsui Kyoraku.

Shunsui was the perfect victim for this trend. As soon as you ran into that video, you could picture the look of horror on his face as you told him another man had touched you in such an intimate spot. You were simply his. No man could enjoy the sight of you with your legs opened wide to show off your intimacy, no man but him. Eveything was settled and your plan took place two days after you had visited your beautician.

Shunsui had just returned home after a business trip and you had decided to welcome him not only by cooking his favorite dish and buying some extra saké, but by being his personal dessert.

As he ran his hands down your smooth thighs and practically folded you in half, your legs pressed against your chest, you knew that teasing him in the aftermath of such a passionate encounter was going to do numbers on him. His little usual nap was going to wait, after all, because his mind was just about to get pested with horrendous scenarios of a non-existing man exploring his little nest.

“There it is… Look at you, baby, you got such a perfect little hole to fill with my cum” Shunsui panted, his fingers gently spreading your labia as he watched in pride and awe his seed oozing out from you.

You were absolutely drained, your thighs still trembling and your breath irregular as you tried to get a grip of yourself and calm down. Yet, how could you, when the man who had just fucked you to oblivion was Shunsui Kyoraku? He had such a fine way to unravel you that you almost felt guilty for what you were about to say.

Lazily pushing yourself up on your elbows, you hummed and watched Shunsui slump down next to you “Oh, I know. You are definitely not the first man who has ever told me that” you casually commented, sitting up properly and running your fingers through your hair in a futile attempt to fix them.

Shunsui knew about your ex. Even though he was jealous about anyone that was not him, he still did not think of your ex as a ghost from the past threatening your relationship and he actually had no issues in listening to you talking about him. After all, you were his. That man had lost you forever.

“Well, your ex then had his way with words too” your boyfriend stated, a playful smile crossing his lips.

“My ex? Nah, I’m talking about Murata” you replied, laying back down and rolling on your side to face him.

Shunsui Kyoraku, your loving man, was now definitely interested in what you were saying.

Arching his eyebrows up and resting his head on the palm of his hand, he curiously inquired “Who’s Murata? Your gynecologist?”.

You chuckled and shook your head “My what? No, babe, I’m talking about my new beautician’s co-worker. Murata is such an amazing guy, you know? His fingers are so delicate and he applies the wax in a tender way” you lied, sounding as serious as you possibly could.

You swore you had seen his eye twitch, as he grasped your hip drew you closer to him. Your eyes widened as Shunsui’s hand slided down the small of your back and cupped your rear, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Where did this Murata boy put his fingers?” he huskily asked you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you swallowed thickly. Oh, you knew exactly what was going to happen.

Were you regretting that little stunt you had pulled? Oh, you were for sure.

At your lack of answers, Shunsui sighed and rolled you onto your stomach. His hands gripped your hips and he raised your waist up, until it was at the perfect level with his pelvis. But no, he was not going to claim his domain on your inner walls again. A little punishment was in store fore you.

“Poor little baby, she tries to prank me but cannot even play the part until the very end. Good, that’s good, though” he chuckled, before you parted your lips to let a soft whimper leave them and turn your stomach upside down.

“Shunsui! Babe, I’m sorry! It was a prank! I promise” you piped out, blushing as you hid your face down onto the pillow.

“I’m not having it”.

Spanks it was. But he surely made it up to you later on.

Urahara Kisuke.

Your pervert boyfriend and this trend were a perfect combination for a disaster. It was like throwing powder into a fire. But it sounded like a good idea for you, therefore you persuaded yourself nothing would have gone wrong. Kisuke was not a jealous man. Of course he was protective and a bit territorial, but he never actually made a scene or freaked out, when a man tried to hit on you. He believed you could handle the situation perfectly on your own and, on top of that, if he had to step up and chase the stranger away, he surely avoided violent conflicts.

You two were laying onto your shared bed, Kisuke on top of you, as his mouth was latched onto your throat and his hand was currently between your thighs.

Whimpers and heavy breaths filled the air, while his fingers deftly plunged into you, making your lips part to chant a lewd melody he loved. He knew so many ways of making your knees buck and drag orgasms out of you that it was not a surprise that simply fingering you could make you scream out his name.

“Do you even realize how wet you are? You’ve soaked my whole hand and wrist, you dirty kitten” he cooed in your ear, slowing down the pace he had set a tad bit to enjoy the way your walls clenched onto his slender fingers so tightly.

As he did that, decided to slip his fingers out of you, only to glide them down your folds and enjoying how soft, smooth and slippery they were after the wax appointment you had gone to yesterday.

“So soft, you are so soft, you know?” he teased you, grinning as he took his hat off with his free hand.

Now or never. It was time to drop your bomb.

“Yeah, I know. — you breathed out, glancing up at him and resting the back of your hand over your forehead before letting out a dramatic sigh —I expected you to use some original terms to describe my pussy, though. I mean, Jason used those exact words yesterday. Tsk, I expected you to do better than him” you gingerly said, averting your eyes from him.

Urahara Kisuke went silent. The pads of his fingers glued to your folds, he tried to process what you had just said. A man? Did you mention a man? Additionally, not even a native one, judging by his name, therefore he surely did not know him.

“I’m sorry, who in the holy Soul Society is Jason?” he quizzically asked, tilting his head to the side as he stared at you in utter shock.

“Who?”.

“Jason. Who is this J-A-S-O-N man?” he replied, his eyes dangerously darting onto the lit candle on the night stand.

If his kitten was up for playing with fire, he was going to let you play with it.

“Oh, Jason, right… Well, he waxed me yesterday. He praised my flesh in such a basic way it was hard not to laugh at his face” you replied, pushing yourself up onto your elbows as Kisuke simply hummed and reached for the candle.

At first you got confused, eyebrows knitted together while your eyes followed his moves and the way he began to look at your thighs while licking his lips. It was only then that you remembered how he had wished to try some wax play with you. Eyes widening in shock, you gawked and sat up.

“Kisuke! Baby, wait, wait! I was kidding! It was a trend I ran into on Tik Tok! I promise, I’ll cut the crap!” you fretted, cupping his cheek in your hand and peppering his face in kisses. You were evidently begging for mercy.

The shop-keeper, however, shrugged and delicately pushed you back down as he smiled at you “Oh, I see! But you now owe me some sex therapy, kitten. Now, let me try some wax play and I’ll eat you up. I’ll make you scream so loud Aizen will hear from Muken!” he taunted you, winning you over with his last joke.

“You are a dork…” you chuckled, slapping his shoulder.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

If someone wanted to get a reaction out of this stolid man it was by messing with you. How did they even think about touching his delicate flower, the woman who had successfully made him smile again after so long? A mad Byakuya was not a problem people wished to deal with and, naturally, you did not want to make blood run down the streets. But it was so tempting, so fun. You could not restrain yourself, right? Your boyfriend needed to experience that little trauma too.

It was a lovely summer night, your boyfriend was still locked up in his office and you decided to pay him a visit. Along with buying some take-away in his favorite restaurant, you were going to deliver him a rather spicy dessert. No one was around anymore. The only sound eachoing down the corridor was the sound of your heels clicking onto the marble floor.

When Byakuya saw you walking past the threshold of his office, he faintly smiled. You were surley a sight to behold, especially in that flowery dress he adored. Running up to him, you threw your arms around your neck and pecked his lips gently.

“I was missing you” you said softly, as he made you sit comfortable onto his lap.

Byakuya hummed and kissed your nape, his arms hugging your waist as he redirected his gaze back on the laptop on his desk. He worked way too much, but how could he not? The Family Company constantly required his attention and assistance. But now you were there, ready to catch his attention with some salty prank.

“How was your day, love?” he asked you softly, typing something on the keyboard.

“Quite good. — you stated, smiling softly — And I got some news. My beautician had called in sick today, I was assisted by her colleague” you absent-mindedly said, not getting much of a reaction out of him. You had been vague, indeed. He had no reason to suspect anything, after all.

“Really? And was his colleague good?” he asked.

“Oh, yes! Really good. I got to say I was put in a rather unusual position, but overall he was professional” you chimed, closing your eyes as you mentally prepared for hellfire to break out.

And it did.

Byakuya cleared his throat, his grip on your waist tightening even so slightly as he nosed your cheek gently “He?”.

“Yep. I’m talking about Santiago” you casually said, smiling softly.

“Santiago. Mh, I see. — he replied, prompting you stand up, much to your dismay and confusion, but as he grasped the back of your neck and pushed you down onto the empty side of the deak, you squirmed — And was the position he asked you to strike that uncomfortable?” he said calmly, unbuckling his belt with one hand, meanwhile he allowed the other one to hike the skirt of your dress up.

“Y-Yes… You could say so” you meekly replied.

The smack on your rear you received afterwards making you squeak out softly, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip.

Byakuya sighed, lowering his mouth to your ear “You know, baby, when you want to prank someone, you should be careful in not messing up the plan. How was I supposed to fall for that, when you have sent me the link of the video?” he purred, as you gaped in shock.

Your jaw went slack, as reality dawned onto you: so that was why Rangiku had not replied to your video and text ‘check this out, Byakuya is gonna be so mad’.

You had sent it to Byakuya.

“Baby, I’m so, so sorry! It was a cute idea!” you protested, but he had already slipped your panties down your thighs, a soft groan leaving his lips as his fingers glided down your smooth slit, earning a little squirm from you.

“I know. I have a cute idea too. Spread your legs and let me show what I am talking about” he practically commanded.

Gosh, did that make you wet.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! An old draft and promise to some of you that I have finally finished! Thank you so much for having been so patient, I genuinely appreciate your feedback and enthusiasm at times. This was pretty fun to write and definitely a breath of fresh air from all of my other requests. Let me know what you think about it! Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreacited!

Until then,

X O X O

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[electronicwitchcollection]

May I request for Urahara? Maybe the reader wakes him up wanting sex? Whatever you come up with is fine, but could you include some teasing and spooning? Please and Thank you!

Ask and ye shall receive 💜

Always happy to write about this eccentric fool 💜

~* Urahara smut*~

You woke early, sunlight trying to break through the blinds of your bedroom window. Laid on your side, basking the warmth of your boyfriends body pressed up against your back. His arm was heavily thrown over your waist, hanging limply in his deep slumber. You could feel his breath tickle the back of your neck with every snore he would later swear blind didn't come from him.

You had spent the night in your shared bed, doing what Kisuke liked best. Experimenting. Orgasm denial was his game of choice, bringing you to the edge more times than you had the capacity to remember, before torturously leaving you, gasping, begging for more. Only when tears started to escape from behind your lashes did he finally, finally let you cum, and what a climax it was.

Reminiscing drowsily about the night before had your libido reigniting that ember that never seemed to fully extinguish when with Kisuke. With Kisuke and his skilled fingers, dexterous tongue, there was no such thing as enough. You felt the familiar throb of need between your legs, the memory of his touch lingering over your most sensitive area. With a playful smile you roll your hips back, brushing the swell of your ass over his flaccid cock. The glancing touch wasn't enough to stir him from his slumber, or give you the satisfaction you were seeking.

Slowly creeping back, filling the small gap that separated your lower parts you gyrated again, feeling the silkiness of his length and the corse blond hair atop his manhood that trailed tantalisingly up to his belly button. A trail that when followed with lingering kisses and little nips made his eyes darken with pure, unadulterated lust. It was the quickest way you knew to get Kisuke fired up, using his larger frame to pin you to the closest surface and give into his cardinal desires.

Kisuke was as unpredictable in bed as he was in everyday life. You never knew what mood he was in until he had you exactly where he wanted you. Wether it be tied up, completely at his mercy, pushed against the nearest surface for a fast and brutal quickie or patiently being kept waiting as he worshiped each and every part of your body he could get his hands on. Everything with Kisuke was unexpected, Unpredictable and always earth shatteringly amazing.

Kisuke could pull you apart and put you together again as easily as he could all his inventions. He knew your body better than you yourself, knew the limits of what you could take, where to kiss, where to stroke to make you a blubbering mess of desperate need. He could be incredibly sweet and tender just as easily as he could be mercilessly Dominating. He was complex and meticulous. Methodical and sporadic. And you loved every moment with him.

You pressed your ass into him harder, slowly dragging your, as Kisuke repeatedly informed you, best asset against his groin. It was no secret he was an ass man, and he adored yours. Feeling the length begin to harden, you continued your sultry hip movements, anticipation building in your stomach for when he finally woke. You heard a deep inhale, felt him sleepily nuzzle into your hair, not yet fully awake.

His cock started to engorge, swelling across the cleft of your cheeks. Swapping your circular motions for slight up and down movements, you teased your bottom lip between your teeth, hungry for more. Kisuke's hand squeezed your hip, pulling you closer. His messy blonde hair appeared in your peripheral as he started kissing at your neck, his lips firm and warm. "This what you want?" He husked into your ear, voice low and husky with remnants of sleep and his own building arousal, so unlike his usual jovial lit he spoke with. He accentuated the question with a strong grind of his own hips, sliding his cock through your thighs, brushing against your opening

You nod, bringing your arm up to intertwine your fingers with his hair, keeping him close as you tilt your head, invitingly offering the space on your neck. He chuckled deeply, pressing hot kisses into the offered area, tracing over the marks he had previously left on your erogenous zone. "You're insatiable, did I not satisfy you enough last night?" 

You hummed, pleased with the attention you were receiving. His hand left your hip to cup around your throat, turning your face to meet him in a hungry kiss. His lips parted your own, tongue slipping through the gap to caress against yours languidly . He directed the pace, playfully changing from slow and sensual to demanding and desperate without notice, leaving you at his mercy. You didn't fight for dominance, loving the way he took control .

Occupying your attention with his tongue, Kisuke gently forced his idle hand through the gap between your neck and pillow, angling at the elbow to cup one of your breasts and massaging the globe. You moaned into his mouth when his fingers made contact with your nipple, rolling the hardened bud slowly. You left his mouth with a cry as he pinched your nipple, his dark chuckle getting muffled by your neck.

You wantonly rolled your hips back, silently begging for what you were craving. Kisuke knew what you wanted, the slick from your cunt dripping onto his cock nestled between your thighs attested to that. He wasn't going to give you what you wanted until you gave him what he wanted though. Another pinch of your nipple, the slow drag of his cock between your legs and he knew it wouldn't be long before you started begging

"Please Kisuke" there it was, the sweet sound of your voice massaging his male ego. He loved it when you begged for him, the breathy way you would whine around his name. You could do better however, there wasn't yet enough desperation in your voice to satisfy him. Kisuke wrapped his lips around the fleshy part of your shoulder, sucking hard enough to get the blood rushing to the surface, purpling under the suction. His hips slowly thrust into you, dragging his cock between the silky skin of your thighs, brushing the length over your wet opening. You moaned under his ministrations, fingers taking hold of his arm loosely still holding your neck. He could feel your nails digging into his skin, prompting him to suck harder around the flesh in his mouth. He wanted that bruise to last, wanted to see it contrast against your skin for days to come.

"please, please Kisuke" you whine softly, meeting his slowly dragging hips with erratic thrusts of your own, encouraging him to penetrate you. His lips release your shoulder, kissing softly the wet mark left there. He hummed in your ear, a noncommittal noise neither agreeing with your plea nor denying it, simply acknowledging its presence. His hand left your throat, smoothing it's way lazily down your chest, a trail of goosebumps erupting down the path he took. It bypassed his other hand sat idle at your breast, simply cupping the weight.

It was driving you crazy, the lack of stimulation he was keeping from you. The warm comforting blanket covering you suddenly felt too hot, too heavy, trapping you under its weight. You felt too tight In your skin, needing that burst of relief that only Kisuke could give you. His wandering, teasing hand brushed over the side of your breast, neglecting it entirely to follow the curves of your dipped waist and full hip. "Kisuke"  You said desperately, grabbing onto his hand to halt his teasing. You attempted to pull it to your core, where you needed his touch the most. He stubbornly wouldn't let it be moved from your hip, digging his fingers into the supple flesh.

"yes, YN?" He purred next to your ear, following the curved shell with his tongue. His breath ghosting over your ear made you shiver in the most delicious way, you were sensitive, every nerve in your body bursting to life, seeking every touch from your partner with anticipation. You were getting frustrated, the lack of stimulation where you most craved was torture. Your thighs squeezed together, rubbing tightly to try and generate some friction to relive your arousal.

Kisuke loved watching you squirm, needy in the way you sought stimulus. His cock was rock hard and dripping between your thighs, nicely getting massaged by your shapely thighs as you impatiently tried to create your own pleasure. He had half a mind to tie you down. Refuse you the freedom to take your own pleasure, have you completely at his mercy as he teased and worshipped every inch of your skin. He didn't have the restraint for that this morning, already aching to be buried inside you. He would however, hold out of more of what he wanted.

"touch me" the whine in your voice didn't hold the conviction you tried to portray. It came out as a beg and not the command you tried for. Kisuke rubbed circles into your hip, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck, taking his sweet time to answer you. His hand automatically slipped from your hip to your ass, squeezing in approval. He loved nothing more than having his palms full of your ass.

"I am" he smacked your ass playfully to prove his point, fondling the juicy flesh after to dull the sting. You pushed back into his large hand, pulling your top leg closer to your chest, offering room to the place you wanted to be touched. He maddeningly ignored the gesture, choosing instead to spank you once more. He wasn't going to ask you to beg, he preferred to wait until you were so delirious from denial, from your need for him that you offered it willingly.

Your groaned in frustration, attempting to turn in his hold to mount him yourself, take what you needed, what he was keeping from you. Kisuke was quicker though, and much stronger. His arm around your chest tightened, keeping you in place. He didn't need restraints to get you where he wanted you. His maddening kisses resumed, feathering over your heated skin, patiently waiting.

Tears of frustration started prickling behind your lashes, chest heaving with pent up frustration. "Please, Kisuke" you could feel him smirk into your skin. His hand followed the curve of your ass, dipping it lower to run the tip of his finger through your sopping folds. You tried to grind down, chase the feeling, get him in deeper. He was prepared for that, following your movements to just keep the smallest amount of contact.

"what do you want, hmm?" He husked behind you, slowly trailing his finger up your slit, coating it with your arousal. You could feel your pussy clench, trying desperately to coax his digit in deeper. You couldn't take anymore, you needed to be filled, feel the indescribable pleasure Kisuke could give you

"You. I need you. Please" Kisuke licked away the hot tear that had escaped from your lashes, rolling wetly down your cheek. You looked so beautiful like this, vulnerable, open, honest. Your face was flushed and your eyes were swimming with desire. So beautiful.

"You have me, always" he promised with a kiss to your shoulder, finger following your slit to your hidden clitoris, brushing over the swollen bud. You cried out at the brief but powerful spike of pleasure that surged through your body, writhing in his hold to seek out more

"Kisuke, fuck me, please fuck me. Please, please I need to cum." Hearing you almost scream out your need for him was exactly what he had been craving, his cock jumped, straining painfully hard at the sound. Mercifully he headed your plea, thrusting his two middle fingers into your hot, velvety walls. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth hung open as he began to quickly finger you. His digits thrust easily through your already soaked centre, plunging effortlessly into your depths. The angle along with the practiced curl of Kisuke's fingers had moan after moan falling from your lips.

Kisuke basked in your high feminine wails of pleasure, lived for the breathlessly way you choked around his name, gasping as he increased the strength behind his fingers. The lewd wet noises he was pushing from your pussy, music to his ears. He loved the sound which had you blushing a furious red, the sound of your arousal squelching on his fingers. His cock was protesting at being ignored, aching to be buried in your tight heat. Kisuke wouldn't indulge himself until he had made you cum though, you needed the release and preparation in order to take him comfortably.

He watched your face as it contorted with pleasure, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open with constant moans. His fingers felt amazing, hitting deep inside, relentlessly jabbing against the spongy part deep inside that had you seeing stars. The scared over burns from experiments and callouses formed over years of training decorated his strong hands, the unique pattern's rough, raised exterior only added to the experience, the different ridges and raised bumps added dizzying texture to his fingers.

"Your soaking". Kisuke whispered dirtily into your ear, plunging his fingers deep. The arm wrapped around you began to fondle at your breast, squeezing the fleshy mound, adding to the onslaught of pleasure. "Making a mess all over my fingers. Dirty girl, so desperate so early in the morning " You subconsciously squeezed around his busy fingers, bucking your hips against his hand. You were already wound up before he entered you, at the pace he had set, it wouldn't take long for you to reach that peak you had so desperately been craving.

You sighed his name, keening high at the pleasure you were drowning in, too overwhelmed to construct any coherent sentences other than his name. "The sound of your messy cunt is driving me wild"  he husked gravely, scraping his teeth over your ear and making you shiver. He ground his cock against your ass, seeking stimulus to sooth his throbbing erection.

Heat rushed your face at the mention of the sloppy wet noises reaching your ears, groaning embarrassed at his dirty declaration. Heated fluid rushed through your pussy, coating his thick fingers as they unrelentingly brushed over your hidden pleasure spots. Waves of pleasure rippled over your skin, building up the tension in your lower stomach, depths clenching tightly around the fingers pushing deep inside you.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, hurdling it's way towards you at a rapid speed. Your muscles tensed, awaiting the blinding wave of euphoria ready to consume you. Kisuke immediately felt the signs of your body ready to explode on his fingers, the quiver in your legs. The short breathy moans increasing in pitch, the way you screwed your eye's impossibly tight. Keeping his fingers curling in an unbreakable rhythm, Kisuke started to whisper in your ear

"Should I let you cum?" You nod earnestly, keening at the building pleasure "that pretty pussy is clenching around my fingers, dripping all over my hand." You could feel it, your arousal coating his fingers, dripping onto his hand, between your thighs. Could hear the lewd wet slap of the heel of his palm pushing against your opening "so tight, going to fill you with my cock"

You moan loudly, hand scrambling to intwine your fingers with his messy hair, tugging on the captured strands to pull him closer. Kisuke slammed his lips to yours, forcing his tongue into your willing mouth. He kissed you hungrily, swallowing your choked out moans, tongue mimicking the movements of his busy fingers.

You turn your head with a gasp, moaning around Kisuke's name as you came. Heat rushed through your body, carrying with it ripples of blinding pleasure that pulsated through every muscle in your body . Your legs kicked out against the bed, unconsciously trying to get away from the overstimulating plunge of Kisuke's fingers working you through your release, keeping you riding the overwhelming high with his relentless probing.

You shout as you felt a searing gush of liquid being forced from your abused core, obscenely wetting your thighs and ass, squelching around his fingers deeply massaging you. Your second orgasm didn't spread through your body, it slammed into you hard, taking your breath away as darkness consumed your vision. You choked on the breath you were unable to suck into your lungs, groaning deeply at the intensity of the pleasure.

Dexterous fingers slowed, lazily pushing through your twitching cunt. Kisuke kissed your shoulder, allowing you to gather your senses after he scrambled your mind. Your body went limp, muscles tingling as you sank heavily into the bed, breathing deeply. You hardly noticed when he removed his fingers, wiping the excess arousal coating his hand over his rigid cock, slathering the rock hard muscle with your juices. You sigh, nuzzling into the pillow beneath you, blissfully satisfied and ready for slumber.

"no you don't" you could hear the amusement in his voice, feel his grin as it pressed into your shoulder "Im not finished with you yet." You couldn't decipher if that was a promise or a threat, it made you whine softly regardless. His hand caressed over your thigh, cupping the back of your knee and raising it up towards your chest. He followed the path back up, squeezing your ass appreciatively. Taking hold of his cock, Kisuke lined it up with your opening, kissing the back of your neck as he pushed through into your velvety walls.

He groaned, low and guttural as he bottomed out, panting deeply to strive away the overwhelming urge to explode deep in the vice like clamp you had around his cock. He filled you to the brim, exquisitely stretching your walls to accommodate his girth. The pull of sleep long forgotten, you moan softly at the weight buried inside you. You needed him to move, encouraging him with a small wiggle of your hips. Kisuke grabbed hold of your hip, stilling your movements with a sharp intake of breath

"Kisuke... move" you whine needily, attempting to fight against his hold to rub your ass against him encouragingly.

"As you wish.." Kisuke muttered into your neck, slowly dragging his cock through your velvety walls only to renter as torturously slow. You sigh contentedly at the full intrusion, lips parting with the deep breaths of enjoyment. Fingernails digging into the flesh at your hip, you knew he wouldn't be able to hold this pace for much longer, wouldn't be able to resist plowing into you with frenzied force. You clench the muscles in your cunt, squeezing tighter around his unhurried thrusts. A smirk played on your lips at the muffled grunt from behind, followed quickly by a more rapid roll of his hips.

Kisuke held you impossibly close, melding his body to fit perfectly along your own as he gave into his desires. The position didn't allow for much more than short rapid thrusts, the power he put behind each one more than made up for the lack of room though, as you moaned wantonly with pleasure. He expertly jabbed the swollen head of his erection into your pleasure spot, giving little reprieve between every jolt of pleasure surging through you. His breathing deepened, wetly panting into your flushed, heated skin,

He left sloppy kisses along your shoulder, lapping over the sweat stained skin lavishly with his tongue. His hand expertly roamed over your body, caressing his calloused fingertips over where he knew would make you shiver, raked his nails teasingly exactly where would have you arching your back, paying attention to every curve on the way to your breasts. His exploration didn't effect the rhythm he had set, every thrust expertly, faultlessly crafted to push you closer to bliss.

Nonsensical moans fell readily from your lips, unable to form a coherent sentence in the throes of pleasure. You moaned around his name, the breathy way you spoke, like a prayer, had Kisuke's head swimming with arousal. Loosing himself in the tight, wet heat between your legs, taking his own pleasure from your willing body. Always the vocal lover, Kisuke grunted and groaned, muttering soft expletives into your ear

"feel so good. Fuck, so damn tight YN" 

The tingling of arousal spread from your cunt, spreading through your lower stomach. Every dirty praise, every unrestrained groan of your lovers deep voice only added to the lustful atmosphere holding you both together. Arms wrapped themselves around you, hugging you close to his impressive abdomen before flipping you suddenly, the ceiling of your bedroom coming into view as Kisuke rolled onto his back, keeping you laying over his body.

Your arms flailed about, trying to find something to hold to stop Kisuke bucking you off him at the rapid momentum he used to thrust up. Feet planted into the mattress, he used the purchase to powerfully rut into you, strong hips slamming into your ass as he chased the high of orgasm. Your head lulled back, nestled perfectly between his head and shoulder, you held tightly onto his arms, crossed over your body to keep you where he wanted you.

He painted heavily with excursion, moaning gravely in the back of his throat with every snap of his hips. The increased power behind his thrusts, the change of angle had him punishingly bumping against the spongy patch nestled within your depths with alarming accuracy, pushing you closer to the edge of euphoria. Moan after moan tumbled from your lips, eyes screwed shut with blinding pleasure.

His rhythm faltered, jerkily speeding his assault as he sought the end. With a shout Kisuke came, thick hot ropes of his ejaculate painted your walls. The rush of heat mixed with the hurried snapping of his hips had you joining him, spiralling into the depths of pleasure. A high keen overshadowed the rumbling groan of Kisuke as you voiced your pleasure, body relaxing and melting with the rush of endorphins flooding your body. You lay limply in his strong arms as he lethargically dragged his cock between your lips, milking every last drop of his pearly white essence to fill you up.

You could feel the deep rise and fall of Kisuke's chest at your back when he finally stilled, legs limply falling to the bed as all the tension left his body. Carefully you roll from him, landing on your stomach to lay beside your lover. You stretch out your tingling muscles with a contented sigh. You pepper his chest with kisses, taking advantage of finally being able to touch him freely. Kiskue huffed out a breath of amusement, giving you that lopsided smirk you adored,

"satisfied? Or are you already looking for round two?" 

You grin against the smooth skin of his chest, kissing your way up his sternum to reach his lips. "With you?" You mutter against his lips, edging away teasingly when he tried to capture them

"I always want round two"

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 23: MEDICAL PLAY Kisuke Urahara x F! Reader

Requested by: @electronicwitchcollection ➡ Hiya! I’m not 100 sure on how this works. But For your kinkiest could I please request 2 and you choose which you prefer? I can’t decide 😂. I can’t wait to see them all 💜 both with female please 20 shunsui kyoraku 23 kisuke Urahara. tw: mdni. medical play. mentions of pregnancy. kisuke kinda gaslights reader. tied to the bed. fingering. squirting. vag. wc: 855 masterlist

Kisuke Urahara isn’t a doctor, but he is a genius. Kisuke knows about the human -and souls- body perfectly well, and, when it comes to try new things, you are in charge of helping him…

“I honestly don’t understand the purpose of this experiment, Kisuke” you sigh, tied to a gyno bed.

“Come on, you know I won’t hurt you… I just want to see if Shinigami can get pregnant from a human without the need of a gigai” he calmly says, as he sits down in between your spread opened legs.

You widen your eyes. And lift your hands up.

“STOP… STOP! STOP!- WHAT? PREGNANT? KISUKE I AIN’T GETTING PREGNANT?” you protest, trying to close your legs with no positive result; your ankles had been tied to the bed.

You hear him scoff. How could he be that calm when you are freaking out?

Kisuke stands up and shows you how he in silence puts his gloves on. He comes closer, right in between your legs and smiles.

“I wasn’t planning on trying it on you… I just needed to take a look at your human features. However, now that you named it… I would pretty much wish my experiment was successful with you…” he jokes. -or maybe not-

You tilt your head and narrow your eyes. “You better don’t…” you sentence him, with your index pointing menacingly in motherly scold towards him.

He lifts his hands in sign of innocence and sits back down to keep “working” in your exposed core.

“I must say, however, that the idea might have turned you on, (Name)” he murmurs, playing with the wetness already forming in your sex. It was true, the idea seemed… interesting to say the least.

You soon notice the sterile intrusion of a latex surrounded finger. It makes you gasp, because you could swear your core felt a lot more sensitive than ever.

But you keep it calm. You don’t wanna give him the pleasure… why not? you still aren’t sure.

Then, a second one. He hums while he does, as if it was very normal to finger your “patient” with no sexual intentions.

“KISUKE!” you finally scold him. “What are you doing?” you ask, despite knowing it very well. He is having fun, and you will eventually come if he keeps doing that.

“What?” he mumbles, acting all innocent and peaking with his naughty eyes from above your legs. “I needed to test the way the human walls spasms around, in this case, my finger. I believe that part of a successful conception has to do with the capabilities of the female anatomy more than the man itself… this will be very helpful to improve my gigai prototypes”

You massage your temples, because even if it makes sense… you are sure he knows about that more than well…

“You liar…” you whisper, looking to the wall on the right. “Why am I a liar, (Name)? don’t tell me you can’t take it? Should I apply anaesthesia, so you feel more comfy?” he asks, smirking with a mocking tone.

You sigh, louder.

“Or do you want me to keep going because it feels very good? Mh?” he insists, standing up and coming even closer to your sex. “If you tell me… I can go further; orgasm is something I also need to fully study”

You feel your cheeks on fire, as you swallow and cover your eyes. “Go… further, Kisuke…” you mumble, shily -and honestly so needy-

“Say less!” he energetically answers back, and prepares to give you his special finger treatment… along maybe, with some vitamin D injection.

Kisuke sits back down, this time he takes off his gloves. “We don’t really need this, don’t we?”

One and then two fingers slide inside with no problem, and with beckoning motions he hits the upper wall of your insides. Kisuke knows exactly where and how to touch, and his hand on your lower belly pressing down makes it harder for you to keep it quiet.

You begin squirming, as the sounds of squirting liquids resonate all around his lab. You lose control of your lower half, trying to forcefully close your legs -and failing miserably-.

Orgasm is soon to arrive, and you can’t even moan by now… your eyes met his from above the brim of your hospital gown, and his smirk makes you shiver.

“Kisuke… I can’t- I am coming-“ you inform, even if he already knew by the growing spasms of your walls.

“Are you? Show me so I can take notes on every little sensation…” he whispers, calmly destroying your insides with his masturbating torture.

You nod, letting yourself go, exploding in a wet orgasm that bathes his forearm and gets him harder than ever before.

And, Kisuke, who is not willing to miss the sensation around his dick of your milking climaxing walls, immediately lowers his pants to guide his hard sex into you.

“Can I? this is also part of my investigation, you know” “Fuck me… you can investigate all you want, Kisuke ~” “Thanks for your contribution to science, (Name)… ngh fuck, you are too tight…”

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[ladytanimoto]

Amo muchísimo esta imagen. Me da mucho sentimiento ¿alguien sabe quien es el artista? 🥹 quiero agradecerle por tan hermosa imaginación y por haberlo plasmado tal como esta.

[kunekojo]

NSFW Urahara Kisuke x Fem!Reader~Bubbles

Warning: NSFW

Tags: masturbation, oral (giving), praising, soft dom, bath sex

WC: 2,5 k

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Enjoying the poppings of bubbles, the suddenness of the door’s loud creak causes you to jerk your body, throwing water splashes all around the bathtub. A little startled, you cuss under your breath but once you see strands of blonde hair coming from behind the door, you swear you'll kill him.

Kisuke’s head pops timidly, an expression of pure confusion drawn all over his face once he notices the water mess. He watches everything carefully, acting as if he did not just scare the living shit out of you with his not-so-secret peeping. Of course, he was observing you, this isn't even his first time “accidentally” spooking you like this.

“Ohhh, Y/N. You made such a mess, but it's fine I'll take care of that later.” the broadness of his innocent smile annoys you a little. If it's one thing you hate, it's surprises like this, especially when you least expect it in the quietness of the bathroom.

Brows furrowed, your teeth clench. “What did I tell you about this?? You can at least just… I don't know, watch in silence.” you scold him, trying to compose yourself but it's a little hard. “You know I don't like it.” You've told him a thousand times but the only progress he made was decreasing the level of nervousness he inflicts.

“Ohhh I'm sooo sorry I didn't want to frighten you.” he coos, approaching you with a slow pace. “I just wanted to see how you’re doing, check if something is wrong with you..” With each inch closing, you can feel his gaze subtly wander around your bubbled-covered body.

He always does this, appears out of nowhere, apologizes, eats you just with his eyes, and then leaves joyously. At this point, you're sure he does it because he likes looking at your soft naked body, covered in bubbles and nothing more. Still, every time you just give him a mean look and resume the enjoyment of your bath, but this time you feel a little different, a little intrigued by his hungry gaze.

As he's getting closer, your eyes dart to the opening of his cleavage, tracing down to his pecs where the gap of the shirt ends. The smugness on his face and the soap lingering down your body doesn't help you at all, especially since you've accidentally touched your nipples when you jumped. You sense a fuzzy feeling buzzing your lower, sending odd signals to your stomach. If this was his plan all along to make you horny, it's finally working. You know where this leads, and God now you just want it a lot.

It's been a long day and you've had so much work to do, a time in which your cravings overwhelmed your mind, but now there’s finally an opportunity to take care of your needs. Impatient, you can hardly restrain yourself from doing something with the way he nonchalantly comes forward. You have to do something, anything to ease up the desire boiling in your blood.

A little too excited, you place your finger on your lower, drawing slow-pressed circles around your clit. Isn’t it a little weird to just do this so plainly, while he walks towards you?? But god, fuck, you can’t resist touching yourself with the way he eyes you, making it seem like he’s up to something himself.

Fuck it, you know how much he likes it when you’re like that so why not just keep at it, and play along. You try your best not to make any faces yet, but enjoy the tension of his unawareness. Thank goodness there are so many bubbles, you just want to keep this game for a little longer.

He takes notice of your silence and can't help but wonder what's wrong with you, but the answer rightfully comes once he sees your heavy-lidded eyes and the red hue flushing your cheeks. You’re both on the same level, wanting the exact same thing.

“Silence is an answer too, doll. Should I take it you're not?” he questions, kneeling next to the bathtub so he can watch your face better.

“I'm alright, love. I believe.” Your short unsure reply confirms his conclusion and he’s ready to begin.

He places one of his hands on the surface of the tub, inches away from yours downwards. “Are you sure? Isn’t something troubling you?” The smile on his face falters momentarily, but you know his game far too well.

You gulp, swallowing the tiny squeak you almost make. “There may be one thing.” you lean in, lifting your free arm to let it loose against the exterior of the tub.

“My, my, what could that be? Maybe I can help.” his offering sends shivers down your body. You rub your thighs, searching for a little more friction but it's nearly not enough, you need him.

“You might in fact have what I need,” you whisper against his ear, reaching for his chest to rub it with your wet fingers.

With the way you move your body, some of the bubbles are cleared away, gracefully revealing the little gestures you're doing to yourself as you two talk. He eyes your working hand so quickly and grins widely, quite delighted with the sight. What a kinky girl you are, doing yourself as if this is merely a normal conversation. His member pulses against the tightening of his pants, wanting nothing else but you at this moment.

Kisuke can hardly decide what he should do first. Tend to your tender breasts? Help you by inserting one or two fingers in you? Join you just to hold you good and shove you down his cock while you're still masturbating? Do all of them? There are so many more options he can think of but when he sees the way you glimpse at his groin with those parted fleshy lips, he can't deny your wish. After all, you've got plenty of time on your hands.

A kind hum leaves his mouth as he gets up, making you curious. You watch him as his hands reach to drag down his pants, followed by his tight boxers. Kisuke chuckles at your widened eyes and he's quick to grip his member, aligning it with your face. The twitching snatches your attention, leaving you with an immediate urge to coat the whole tip with a thick layer of saliva, but where’s the fun if he doesn’t tell you to?

“Open that pretty mouth of yours.” he gently holds your face, lifting it a little so he can imagine your lips wrapped around his tip before he sees it.

The corners of your lips curl, your sex itching for a steadier pace. You open your mouth and gently arrange your lips around the head of his cock, slowly taking as much as you can inside. The warmth of your mouth makes a groan escape from him, pushing you to brush your slick tongue against his shaft. With the tip, you press against the skin as you bob your head in rhythm with your fingers and he simply can’t take his eyes off you.

You feel so good around his cock, so good that he wants to just hold your hair and thrust deeper inside your mouth which he does when you lift your eyes to stare at him, smiling as you take him so well. Hand going behind your back, Kisuke holds you tight so he can shove more of his dick in your mouth. If it’s one thing that gets him excited, it’s when you look at him with those hungry eyes of yours, asking him to just fuck your mouth.

“Take it all now, take it like the sweet girl you are.” He thrusts a little deeper, causing you to let out a muffled moan and it delights him so much that he buckles in.

You can’t be the only one doing something for him, he has to make up for it by helping you.

Leaning in, his other hand reaches for your breasts so he can play with them, rubbing more soap on your nipples. The sensation sends you to moan loudly and toss your head back but his grip pushes you back to his shaft, motioning you in and out. He knows where to touch and how hard to pinch your nipples between his digits, but with how slippery they are it’s a little hard to seize them for longer, causing more moans to come out of you. His gaze bounces to your body, trembling with stimulation.

“That’s it. Go faster, move your fingers faster.” His demand makes you squirm in the tub, splashing a little more water but you take his orders.

You can hardly focus on moving your head with the messy pace you’re doing to yourself but that’s fine, his hand has you covered.

“Faster.” The guttural voice forces you to moan but when you feel his hand pressing against your nipples, the build-up of your incoming orgasm makes you say his name repeatedly.

He can barely make up for anything you’re saying, soon realizing just by the noises that you’re calling for him.

“Do it. Come.” His quickened thrusts send you over the edge, but your noises and your jerking body make him feel like getting closer too. You hear him moan too, as he messes up his pushes.

Muffled moans fill the bathroom, echoing louder and louder with how much you’re screaming for him. Your whole body trembles once you finish, crying once the wave of deep pleasure hits youwell. The piercing wail you give is all he needs to take one more push and cum in your mouth, seed fluids flowing down your throat as you swallow every single drop. You gasp from all the exhaustion, and your body collapses on the tub, trying to gather as much energy as possible.

Kisuke watches you lay down comfortably, a little cum lingering down to your chin as you take the remaining of his fluid.

“Good girl, swallow it to the last drop.” He pants, rubbing the small amount of cum with his finger and placing it back inside your mouth.

There’s a brief moment of silence where he just gazes at you, holding your face in his palm and leaning down to place his lips on yours. When he halts the kiss, you notice the sweat dripping down his face and laugh.

“I think you should take a bath too.” You offer, moving yours to the emptiness of the tub where he can fit perfectly. It surprises him that you’re already up for the next round but his already twitching member can’t refuse, not with how much he wants to do to you.

Grinning, he takes his shirt off, revealing his muscles, glistering with slight sweat from all the effort and you hum in anticipation, already refreshed.

“Mind If I join in?”

“Not at all.” you lift your body to sit on your ass and part your legs to make more space. “Come here.”

Kisuke nods his head and carefully enters the tub, taking a seat on the opposite side of you. The both of you look at each other and in a matter of seconds you reach to come closer to him but he instead embraces you, pulling you to sit on his lap.

It's been so long since you've taken a bath like this, you have to pick up all the things you've missed.

Hardly holding yourself from moving frantically, you need to kiss him, you need to feel the taste inside his mouth. You rush your lips against his and melt a sloppy kiss inside, giving him some of your taste while his hand wanders around your ass, gripping bits of your flesh. The water makes his stiff cock tingle your slick holds but neither of you can play anymore. You straight up place your hand underwater, seizing his tip so you can sit on it.

He groans in surprise at your sudden move, but the way you grab his cock makes him so weak. When he feels your insides clenching him, you hear him moan rather loudly, and his lips purse. He instinctively buckles his hips, shoving himself deeper into your cunt.

You moan in his mouth from the sensation and his gripping tightens. “Already this needy.” he teases through the kiss, placing his other palm on your soft breast and squeezing it good. “You’re my little needy doll, mine.”

“I'm yours.” you gasp in his mouth as his head brushes your core, pacing in and out steadily.

Kisuke lowers your body into his touch, moving his hand from your breast to your entrance. He then proceeds to rub your clit, building up more heat for you. Panting from the overstimulation, you raise your eyes to watch his gaze wandering around your body. The look he gives you when he hits the right spot makes you mewl his name and he’s pleased. He’s so proud he can make you lose yourself like this.

“Why don't you cum again then?” he presses his touch harder. “Cum once more.”

“Make me.” you urge him and he's quick to thrust faster.

Your moan delights him so much that he shoves you deeper, placing kisses on your jawline, unable to take his hands off you.

“I'll make you cum so much that you won't walk for days.”

“Then fuck me for those days so I can stay even longer with you.”

You can’t comprehend the weight of your words, but you’ll see, for now, you have to enjoy your intense lovemaking to the fullest. Still, the way you worded it out stays in his head and he can’t get it out. You gave your word, tempted him to so he shall provide. He’s already imagining just what he’ll do next, how else he’ll please your cravings.

“You’ll see” is all he can let out as your walls stretch him and make him grunt.

You feel the closing of your second orgasm and so does he, thanks to the continuous moans you let him listen to. Kisuke’s thrusts turn sloppier once you brush your lower to gain more but god you’re so close, you’re both so close to finishing simultaneously that the thought of not doing is unbearable.

“Cum on me, cum on me while I cum in you, doll.” He urges you, pulling your frame against his chest as you cry louder for him. You clench his broad shoulders tightly and use his body as weight to move along with him.

“Kisuke-“ his loud shout makes him toss his head back and bind his hands around your back.

A few more jerks later, you dig your nails into his back and bury your head in his ear as you both moan loudly. You ride the new wave of pleasure, hot semen flowing inside your body.

Your body collapses in his arms, resting after your fun. Kisuke lowers his head to look at you but the way you look so peaceful fills him with satisfaction.

[emiliyaolafsen]

Touch the beauty 👒

Who should be next?

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

April Drabbles - 5/31

Prompt: Sunlit

Pairing: Urahara x Fem! Reader

It’s rare that Urahara and you get to spend a peaceful morning together, with everyone still asleep in the house. A shy streak of morning light slips past the curtain, just missing the edge of the futon you were both lying on.

The quiet, sunlit room has a lovely glow to it, and you observe Urahara as he sleeps, blond locks falling into his face as his chest rises and falls in a tranquil manner, a childlike innocence to his face as he slept.

You pull the blanket further up his sleeping form. No need to wake him just yet. 

[welkinsky]

Do you write for bleach?

If so then can you please write about what type of kisser the boys would be?

And if you don't then it's cool! Love your blog!

A/N: Aaaah finally someone asked Bleach requests! I'd love to write more of them so DO NOT hesitate in asking for them!

Ichigo Kurosaki

He is the type who is that open for PDA so do not get upset if you don't get a lot of it. But if he knows that you do like it then he'll try his best and HEY the efforts matters more right!

But when you two are in private ohhh it'll be tough for you to take him off because his love language is physical touch and he compensate for all the day's 'holding back' with this alone time of yours.

He's the type to kiss you randomly, out of nowhere. It doesn't always have to be a deep passionate one but its not a peck on lips too, maaaan it lingers.

And he knows very well that it is enough to rile you up so when you're upset or mad at him, this is his defense mechanism. Which works every single time!

But when he is KISSING kissing you, just forget that you're getting away any time soon, he takes his sweet time.

Kisuke Urahara

He is the biggest tease in the entire history of all the tease. He will almost, ALMOST kiss you but then back away and start talking like nothing just happened.

He'll push you to your limits and once you're like okay you know what? go to hell. That is when he'll pull you back in a kiss that you cannot pull away from.

He knows all your buttons and he presses them just in the right time so that he gets his way with you while still making sure that he don't take it too far and you don't get hurt.

Renji Abarai

Believe or not but he is big on PDA. I mean not to the point that it is making others uncomfortable but to the point that he makes it clear for everyone that you're his.

So a kiss on the cheek it very normal whenever you two part ways. Not when you both are working though, he takes it all very seriously and so do you so there is not scope for being informal.

But when you two come back together from missions he gives you one of those kisses where you rush into his arms as you wrap your legs around his torso and you both kiss as if you've been apart for years.

And in general he drops kisses randomly while talking to you. He could be asking a very simple question as - what to make for dinner *but with a kiss* or - What do you want from the store *but with a kiss*.

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[suvidrache]

Bathing With S/O

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 526 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

It had been a long day. You carried the groceries up the stairs, your feet slowly trudging along as you made your way into the house. You quickly put the groceries away, as Kisuke wasn't home yet, but he could take anywhere from minutes to seconds to be home. It was a surprise at which speed he took to get home. You never knew, and he liked to keep it a mystery for you. Just when you thought a pattern had formed, it was completely different the next time. You had thought you had more time, so you didn't bother to close the door as you turned the water on hot. Beginning a bath for yourself. Just wanting to relax for a while before Kisuke made his way home. The house was completely silent, except for the small music you played to fill in the silence. You undressed and slowly stepped into the tub, taking your time as you got comfortable and began to close your eyes. You shifted slightly as you thought someone was present, someone other than yourself. You opened your eyes as you looked around. You nearly screamed as Kisuke stepped into the bathroom.

Kisuke had got off work early and with that, he flash-stepped it home as quickly as he could. He made sure to be quiet as he let himself into your shared home. He waited. Hearing the water running, he made his way up the stairs and into the bathroom. Watching you through the crack in the door as you undressed and settled into the bath water. When you looked around, he let the door swing open.

"Sorry, would you mind if I joined you?" He said with a slight smile still lingering on his face.

"That's fine. Welcome home."

"Thank you."

He said as he stepped forward and made quick progress of removing his clothes before stepping in behind you. You had moved forward so he could sit, your back to his chest. His arms around you as he held you closer to his body.

"You look amazing." He whispered into your neck before kissing you. You tilted your head to the side and bit your lip.

"The bath smells amazing as well." He moved to kiss your shoulder, and you tried your best not to move or to make any noises.

His hand slid lower down.

"Do you want to have some more fun?"

You smiled, "Yes, I do."

His hand moved in between your legs and began to rub/stroke you slowly. You let out a moan and your hands moved to grasp the edges of the tub. He continued to rub/stroke you, not bothering to change his pace, slowly teasing you. You couldn't help but move your hips a little faster. His lips were on your neck again and slowly he began to pick up speed. Your hand reached to grasp his length and he let out a small moan as you began to stroke him. Your hand worked up and down his length while he continued his movements on you. Bringing you both to cum before he would pull you on top of him.

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[muzansfangs]

How they eat you out.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Ichimaru Gin x f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dom!aizen, dom!gin, dom!kisuke, sub!reader, oral sex (f!reader receiving), dirty talk, slight degradation kink, spanking, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, praising kink;

Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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Sosuke Aizen.

When Aizen wants to eat you out he will specifically ask you to lay on your back and let him take the lead. How does he enjoy feasting on you? With your legs draped over his shoulders, his slender fingers gripping the plush of your thighs both to keep you in place and drive you mad. The cute whimpers leaving your mouth, as his tongue swirls around your bundle of nerves for the sake of his sadistic side, make him go nuts, albeit he would never let you know about it. You want more, your hips bucking up as breathy pleas roll out of your tongue, when Sosuke locks eyes with you.

“Beg” he huskily demands, his hot breath fanning your dripping heat.

Chest raising and falling erratically, you shoot a desperate glance at him, teary eyes boring into his dark ones, as you give up. Trying to front, or display difiance with him will only grant you hours of torture and you are in no position to endure more teasing from him. He is unbothered by your bratty attitude most of the times, his annoyance showed off in the way he drags out your orgasms only to let you utterly unsatisfied in the end.

“Please, please, Sosuke, make me come! I can’t take it anymore!” you whine out, your bottom lip wobbling as he grins up at you, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses down your inner thigh until he reaches your aching cunt.

“You are lucky I am in a good mood” he states, before his mouth dives back between your legs and his lips wrap around your throbbing clit.

You moan loudly, your back arching as you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on the heavenly sensation he is blessing you with. He sucks onto it, his fingers digging into your skin, and you are more than sure that tomorrow morning you are going to find bruises in the shape of his fingerprints on your thighs. But it is worth the pain, this pleasure is something only he can provide you.

When you gasp for the overstimulation, he dips his tongue into your core, his thumb reaching up to your clit and pressing onto it in circular motions. At this point, incoherent words leave your lips as you squirm and your toes curl. He does not even care about the fact that your legs are now squeezing his head.

Looking up at you from behind his dark eyelashes, Aizen replaces his tongue with his index and forefinger and curl them inside you, having no trouble in reaching that sensitive spongy spot within your inner walls. You squeal out in pleasure, your jaw going slack, as your body jolts up for the sudden stimulation.

“Let me taste you, darling. Let me drink from you” Sosuke murmurs, his voice soothing and contrasting with his lustful and lewd gestures.

You cannot retaliate, replying is impossible at this point. When his tongue begin to twirl around your abused clit again, while his fingers thrust in and out of you in a depraved melody of squelching sounds, it is time for you to give him what he wants.

You arch your back, sinful moans filling the room as your orgasm rips through you and Sosuke is quick to withdraw his fingers, now glistening in your essence. He leisurely sucks them clean, before lapping at your core so sensually your body twitches.

“You’re so beautiful, when you’re fucked out” he comments, kissing his way up your stomach until he hovers over your writhing frame.

When his hand reaches down to unbuckle his belt, you know he is far from being done with you.

Gin Ichimaru.

This man is a real menace. He loves giving you oral more than receiving. While he is prone to do it pretty much at any given occasion, he has a thing for bending you over his desk and eating you out from behind. No matter how you many times you try to object that it is degrading, he does not give a damn about it.

He loves the control he has over your body, his large, calloused and bony hands spread your rears as his tongue explores your core deeply, until you bang your fist onto the wooden desk and squirm around under his ministrations.

“Stop squirming, little girl, or I might have to give you a punishment” he chides you, lapping at your folds assiduously.

Sweat beads your forehead, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip as you whimper and, when he deliberately bites softly at your lips to earn a reaction from you, there is nothing that you can do but try to stand back up. Gin obviously sneers, his hands pushing you back down onto the desk as he delivers you a rather brutal spank. A cute yelp erupts from your throat, eyes widening even so slightly, as he slips his hand between your thighs to cup your sex.

“What a naughty little minx you are… What was that, huh? You are clearly asking for a punishment, you little masochist” Gin taunts you, smirking as his long fingers plung into your arching core without much of a warning.

You are dripping, your nails scraping the wooden surface of the desk as Gin watches the way your face scrunches up in shameful grimaces expressing your pleasure. It is not enough, he wants to really leave you thinking about this little session you are having for hours, before you are going back to work for your Captain.

“Gin! Fuck— Please, please, I can’t take it! I need t-to come” you beg him, as he kneels back behind you and pulls his fingers out of your entrance.

“Yes, you can. Now shut your pretty mouth and let me enjoy this pussy before you go back to Aizen” the Captain of the Third Division says, before delving his tongue into you and making your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

Your body is trembling, he can feel it, and the way your walls clamp down the tip of his tongue are a clear sign that you are close to your climax. A presumptuous smile gracing his thin lips, Gin does anything in his power to help you reach your climax. With a flick of his tongue, you scream out his name and the smirking snake below you is ready to collect your juices on his tongue.

Once he is done, he glances down at you and playfully spanks you again, leaning down towards your ear “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up. I don’t want to hear Aizen complain about how messy you looked at the reunion” he teases you, earning a groan of frustration from you.

But, as much as you despise the way he drives you mad, Gin Ichimaru has elicited reactions from you no one has ever made you experience before.

“I’m coming” you whisper, standing back up for real this time.

“Again?” Gin jests, only for you to grasp a slipper and throw it at him.

Urahara Kisuke.

Listen to me. If he was about to die and he was granted one last wish, this man would be asking for someone to sit on his face. He enjoys, no, he adores eating you out. He could spend hours between your thighs, savoring your essence over and over again. But if you just sit on his face, he will not make you regret your choice. The way you whimper and cry out his name from up above makes him literally hard.

“Kisuke, gosh, that’s— ah!” you struggle to find proper words to describe the way he gradually making you crumble down at his feet. His tongue is relentless in the way it twirls and swirl around your bundle of nerves, or the way it hastily dips into your core to collect each and every drop of your juices not to let them go to waste.

“I know, kitten, I know… Just let this old shop-keeper lavish your pussy. I am so hungry, I swear” he whines, hands sprawled over your hips to help you keep your balance. While he is clearly in command, even if he apparently does not seem to have the upper hand, this lazy man might even ask you to help him in the said task.

“Ride my face, baby, come on” he rasps out, palming himself through his pants as you cannot help yourself but slowly start to move your hips at a sensual tempo.

He groans, eyes close as his lips, teeth and tongue work together to help you reach your third orgasm. Your muscles burn, you are on the verge of collapsing for the powerful and draining waves of pleasure he has made you experience, but as you cry out in pleasure again you realize he has ruined you forever.

No one is going to give you oral the way he does.

“Fuck! Fuck! K-Kisuke, I’m—” you chime then, a scandalous high-pitched tone of voice piercing his ears as you increase the pace of your tempo. You are so close, so close to bathe him into your juices once again and he is eager to taste you as if it is the first time.

“Yes, princess, just like that! Come for me, good job, baby” he utters, smiling in ecstasy as you whimper and your orgasm leaves your mind blank. His tongue viciously laps at your core, a guttural sound leaving his throat in the meanwhile. He is so glad you exist.

As you pant and climb off of his face, muscles aching and eyes closed, Kisuke humms and jokingly squeezes your thigh before tugging his pants down his legs and smiling.

“If you want, we can try a sixty-nine now” he breathes out, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and making you chuckle softly in return.

You love that pervert shop-keeper so much.

tags: @electronicwitchcollection @aizenwifey @stygianoir @brittscafe my way to apologize for the late updates❤️

[j-u-u-z-o]

“A Snoozing Experiment” (Kisuke Urahara x F. Reader) NSFW‼️ 18+

AN: Hey guys! This is another kisuke scenario that randomly popped up in my mind right after I posted Kenny’s birthday fic last Christmas. I’ve never written something like this before. I kinda felt anxious about writing this new “kink” for this guy but I just know he’s the perfect person for it + he’d be down for it. I’m a pure person — end of discussion. I learn new things everyday lol. Anyway~ enjoy and Happy (late) Valentine’s Day! 😊 ❤️

Synopsis: This clingy guy just wants to try something different with his girlfriend. Is she willing to give him a chance?

WARNING: 18+, just an experimental guy *wiggles eyebrows*, NSFW‼️, kinky, oral f.receiving, Slight Male dom, smut, lazy reverse cowgirl, GRAMMAR

Extra note: the vibes of this scenario is whispering or low voice — you’ll find out why! 🫢 + I linked the outfit reader is wearing in the story!

Take your time reading due to pacing! It’s long but it’s Kisuke’s fault! He takes over my mind sometimes. enjoy! ❤️😇

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“This party is unauthorized! It is interfering with my 23 hours of beauty sleep!”

“You may want to shoot for 24.”

The living room suddenly filled laughter and after a certain blue character spoke to an older funny looking woman in the tv screen. The sources of laughter came from the two kids who were watching a kids tv show on an early Saturday morning.

Jinta and Ururu.

“Don’t you go anywhere! We’ll be right back with “the fosters home for imaginary kids in just an about a second. Right here, on Cartoon Network!”

“Bloo is one hell of a guy! I wanna be like him when I grow up.” Jinta shouted, revealing his canine teeth while he was pointing at the small screen. “Don’t cha think, Ururu?!” He turned and shouted at the shy young girl with two pigtails — sitting right next to him. “Right?! Right!?”

“J-jinta!” Ururu whined, turning away from the loud kid. “You’re too loud! I’m sitting right next to you!” She pouted and crawled next to a strange man dressed in a green kimono and is wearing a green striped bucket hat. Kisuke Urahara. “Yeeeaaah! Yeeeeaaah!” The redhead boy shouted, jumping up and down with a wide toothy smile. “Maa. Maa. Jinta. are you sure about that?” Kisuke asked, fanning his paper fan at the young boy to calm down. “Of course! I’M. A. MAN.” He pointed to his chest confidently. “Ma. Ma~.” Kisuke gave a breathless chuckle, “Maybe you should learn from Tessai-San and I — a thing or two about how to be a good man.” He chuckled, pointing sharply at the older man who was sitting against the wall behind jinta. “Hmmm.”Tessai nodded in agreement.

“Wha-“ jinta frowned, but quickly turned back to the television screen when the show came back on.

“And how to especially be more mindful of y/n-chan.” He mumbled lowly, hiding his mouth behind his fan. Of course, the redhead haired boy wasn’t paying attention to him since he was more focused on the show. “What was that Boss?” Tessai looked at him from across the room. “E-yaaa~ nothing, nothing ~ Tessai-San .” He chuckled, lowering his folded fan a bit, smiling at the man from a distance. Now that he mentioned it, you were watching tv with them about two hours ago but went back upstairs lay down for a bit. Kisuke thought about this in silence while his eyes were hidden under his hat, as he stared at the tv screen.

He quickly closed his fan and put it back somewhere in his green kimono and uncrossed his legs. “Hm? Boss?” Tessai said, curious about the shopkeeper’s sudden movements. “I’ll be right back. I want to check up on y/n-chan.” He said, standing up to brush his green pants and walking out of the small living room. “Please look out for the kids, Tessai-San” He said to the older man, dismissing himself. “Yes, boss.” Tessai nodded and turned his attention to the tv screen. Kisuke smiled shortly before turning to the staircase.

He hummed while he walked up the steps until he got to his bedroom door. Quietly, he slid the door open and smiled. “There you are.” He whispered to himself, watching you in his bed sleeping. He walked into the room slowly and closed the sliding door behind him. He turned back around and carefully walked to the other side of the bed where you were sound asleep. With each step he took, the sounds of the wooden floors creaked a bit until he reached his destination. He leaned over and noticed how peaceful you looked in your state of unconsciousness. Beautiful. No, Angelic. He watched how your body rose and fell. Your gentle breaths came out softly and slowly. A small smile crept up on his face and his hand reached out to your lower back. He caressed it while he admired your natural beauty. “Mm.” You groaned, feeling the warm source on your bare skin. Your head shifted on the pillow as you were trying to open your eyes. His hand slid side to side, gently.

You opened one of your eyes to see who was caressing you and it was none other than your boyfriend. “Kisuke?” You said sleepily, blinking slowly to get a better look at the man in the murky room. “Hey there, princess.” He mumbled, resting his hand on your lower back, smiling at how cute you look in your awoken state. “What’s happened?” You yawned, still trying to fight the urge to go back to sleep. “Hm? Oooh. nothin’. Just wanted to check in on you.” He said, looking at you softly. “Oh.” You sighed, “how’re the kids?” “They’re fine.” He smiled softly, feeling a warm sensation in his chest. He loves how you think of the two kids as if they were your own.

“Hm. That’s good.” You sighed again, your sleepy eyes looking at the man while your head remained on the pillow. A comfortable wave of silence followed while the two of you gazed at each other. You reached out a hand and caressed the side of his neck. “You okay?” You asked, your soft hand mimicking the way his hand gently caressed your lower back earlier. “Mhmm.” He hummed in agreement while your dainty fingers gently scratches his bristled face. “Did you hear what jinta said?” “Hm…No? What did he say?” You mumbled, curious about what the rowdy young boy said; you were sleeping. He hummed. Thankful that jinta’s loud voice didn’t wake you up. “He said he wants to be like Bloo when he grows up.” You giggled at the thought of him being like that character. “He’s so silly!” You snorted, your hand dropped onto the pillow to rest it while you continued giggling.

“Yaa…he’s too much.” he sighed. “Do you want anything to eat, baby?” He asked, still looking out for you, caressing your back again. You shook your head. “You sure?” You nodded with a soft smile until it dropped when you felt his hand grab your ass cheek, sneakily. “Hey!” You frowned. He gave a throaty chuckle. Of course! you forget that he’s a pervert —sometimes. “You sure?” He smirked, still chuckling until you smacked his hand away from your covered ass cheek. “Maaa. You’re so cruel, y/n-chan.” He pouted, Rubbing his hand as if it really hurt. “I thought you were checking on me but I guess not.” You said, already annoyed by his childish behavior. “I was! I can’t help it, baby. Your shorts look so cute. It even fits your ass perfectly.” He continued, gazing at the ruffled cartoon printed cows on your shorts. “Just how I like it. It even says “moo” on all over it”. He added, unashamedly staring at your plump cheek peaking under the shorts. “Good lord.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes and turning your head to the other side of the pillow — focusing your attention on something else. which is going back to sleep. “Enough. I’m okay, kisuke.” You said, closing your eyes, not wanting to fall into his trap; not sure if you were already in it in the first place. You sighed. He’s a tricky guy you mentally noted. But you love him for what he is — which defeats the point. “Go annoy someone else. It’s too early for that.”

“Hoo…my love is so mean.” He whined playfully. “I just wanted to check up on you—” “You did.” You cut him off. “Now let me sleep. In peace.” You sounded annoyed. A mischievous smile crept up on his face while his eyes hid under his hat. “Sure~” he chuckled breathlessly. You hummed. Feeling relieved that he’s going to leave you alone. However, a sudden shift on the bed stopped you from attaining victory when you felt something dip into the bed. The odd sensation was making you feel uneasy that You opened one of your eyes and saw a familiar hand land on the side of your pillow, blonde hair shifting a bit from your peripheral, and the feeling of a soft fabric brushing your back and your legs. it was your annoying ass boyfriend again. who was caging you from above, on all fours. A vein popped in your temple and you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to calm yourself; you really wanted to push him off the bed so so bad.

On all fours, kisuke looked down at you with a mischievous grin on his face. You looked like a piece of meat laying below him —ready to be eaten. He bent down and slid his right arm under you — resting his hand on your tummy. His chest rested on your smooth back and he looked over to the left to see your pretty annoyed face. His hand felt so warm on your skin well as his chest on your back that it made you flutter inside. You ignored him though. “Y/n.” He said, wanting your attention. No answer. He chuckled. He knows you’re awake. “Were you dreaming about me while I was gone?” “In your dreams, kisuke.” You mumbled annoyingly, your eyes still closed, refraining yourself from pushing him away. Even though it’s a bit too late to escape from his embrace. “Of course!” He whispered, “I’m quite a catch, you see.” He said, looking at you lovingly, “I should be in your dreams though.” He smiled softly. “Hmph. Why?” You said, feeling his warm weight applied on your back and his chest rub against your smooth skin. He chuckled and your eyebrow twitched. “Because~!” He whispered playfully, “I’m your extremely handsome and perverted shopkeeper, baby.” He smiled, nuzzling his face in your neck. “S-shut up.” You giggled softly, feeling his bangs brush your cheek and his lips graze your neck, softly.

kisuke remained in this position for several minutes while he cuddled you. Embracing your warmth. You liked it too. But you didn’t want to admit it. “Get off me.” You words came out slurred as yours eyes were starting to get heavy with sleepiness again. He chuckled. “Maaa…” he breathed out, you felt it brush your neck. “You’re so cranky, y/n-chan~~” “Yeah because you’re too hot. I’m literally sweating on my back.” You added as sleep was taking over your mind. “Why thank you~” he lifted his face from your neck. “that wasn’t a compliment.” You mumbled. “Sure it was~” he gave a throaty chuckle, looking at your soft lips. You ignored him. “Hmmm.” He hummed, leaning over to your lips. His lips met yours gently. Nibbling it softly until you gave in. Your lips wrapped around his slowly and steadily. Hearing the soft lip smacking sounds echoing in each of your ears. He gave a throaty groan and tilted his head more so his lips could fully grasp yours while your head remained on the pillow. “Mm.” You moaned, His warm exhales brushed your face while his lips massaged yours.

A few minutes passed, and you had forgotten why you were annoyed at him. since his kisses were expertly distracting you. His messy hair kept tickling your left cheek while he explored your plump lips. Your mind was still fighting the urge to go back to sleep. However, that got intercepted when his crafty tongue slipped into your mouth — searching for yours. “Mm!” You whimpered, your hips jolted up and you gasped in between the gentle tongue kissing when you felt his hand sneak into your shorts and cup your bare pussy. “Mmmm.” You moaned, the source feeling so warm and comforting on your pussy that you began kissing him a bit deeply. Ultimately, failing to protest his sneakiness. Kisuke laid his head on the same pillow — his face closer to yours, while he kissed your needy lips and rested his hand right where it belonged. “Mmmm.”You moaned softly in the kisses, relishing the sensations of when he began caressing your pussy slowly. Up and down. “K-kisuke.” You breathed out, the sheet shifted under your feet due to spreading your legs apart underneath him, to feel more of his warmth on your flesh.

Your cheeks were feeling so hot that you broke away from the kiss and pushed the side of your face deeper into the pillow and whined from the extremely warm source. “Ahhh.” You panted, Your body was relishing the fluttering sensations from his measured ministrations. He watched you up close while he slowly grazed your pussy. Deeply observing you while earning gratified sighs from your plump lips and your natural beauty expressing such pure satisfaction. His cock twitched under his green pants — at the sight of you being this way in just a matter of seconds.

After a while, you began rolling your hips in up and down to get some friction from his palm. It rubbed against your clit pleasantly. His rough skin grazing your clit so well. His breath hitched when he felt your ass rub against his covered cock. He leaned back on one hand to see the way your neediness was rubbing off on him. He stared hard at how his covered cock was getting shifted around by your covered ass. He gave a throaty moan whenever the tip randomly dipped in between it and slid up against it. “Ahh.” He panted in a low voice, his cock twitching from the soft friction between the fabrics and your warm ass. With his legs on either side of your own, he dug his knees into the mattress and pushed his hips down and slowly rolled his hips up against your ass, to feel the feather-light frictions on his twitching cock. His gasps echoed in your ears whenever you circled your hips up and down until you felt his girth pushed in between your ass cheeks. A breathless moan came from him when he felt your warmth embrace the tip. His breathless moans brushed your back that you shyly brought your left hand close to your mouth and blushed.

The two of you moaned in tandem while you pleased one another. “Mmmm.” He hummed, circling his hips relentlessly to not lose the sheer friction of his cock hugged in between your ass. The rhythmic rolling of his hips felt so good on you. Making you feel needy for more of his touch. Your right hand reached down to cup his hand that was rubbing your pussy. You bent it and you started to grind against his fingers. “Mmph.” You moaned softly on the pillow, your clit throbbing from the sheer sensation of his rough pads. To reward you, he began flicking his fingers to help you to get off. “Ah.” You sighed, circling your hips for more until his fingers were starting to get covered by your warm arousal. “Oooh.” He quivered, relishing the tingling sensation as he pushed his hips down deeply and bucked against your ass in a steady pace. The tip poking in between your ass so well that he was getting harder by the minute. “Oooh…baby~” he breathed out. You whimpered. If you could only see the way he looked above you. His eyes shut as he but his bottom lip and then letting out gratified moans as he gently bucked his hips. He was in pure ecstasy — just from dry humping you. But you could only tell just from how good his hips felt circling against your ass. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soon after, he ripped his hand out of your shorts and quickly got off the bed. You whined when you felt the sudden shift of the bed and the absence of his warm embrace. "Mmmm." You whined again, hearing him walk away from bed. You raised your head from the pillow — one of the straps on your top fell down your shoulder when you turned back to see where he was going. You didn't want him to leave you alone, now.

"Kis-"

Clack! The sound came from lock of the sliding door.

"Oh." You sighed, watching him lock the door with his back facing you. You gasped when he turned around and took off his green kimono top. His happy trail caught your attention. Especially, the tip of hip of his noticeably hard cock poking through his pants. You were staring down at the source not knowing that you were breathing a bit heavily. "See what you like?" He gave a knowing smirk when he caught you. He slowly walked back to the bed — letting it hang and swing up as he so. Your neck was beginning to strain while you still looked at his covered cock poking around in the green fabric — searching for you while you laid flat on your stomach. A grin never left his face as he crawled slowly into the bed. The bed dipped by his weight as he so. You gulped slowly without leaving his grey eyes — looking up at the man, speechless.

He gave a throaty chuckle and lowered himself on your back. “I love the way you look at me like that.” He whispered closely, moving his hand up and gently wrapping it around your neck, caressing it. The feather-light grazes on your neck was fluttering all over your body. He leaned closely to your face and said, “There’s something I’ve been wanting to try.” He muttered, his fingers brushing your neck softly. “For you.” He whispered before leaving soft pecks on your left shoulder. You shivered when he slid his hand down from your neck and gently pulled the strap off your right shoulder. “What do you think, baby?” He asked, waiting for you to answer as he slowly pushed his hips down against your ass. “You can go back to sleep and I’ll be quiet as an owl.” He added. You nodded and laid your head down on the pillow. He kissed your temple as a “thank you” and leaned back.

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Quiet as a bird, kisuke meant what he said. The soft and wet lips grazed your smooth skin as he kissed your back. The gentle kisses sounded faint yet you could hear a gentle pop from his lips as he so. Taking his sweet time. Ultimately, your exhales came out soft - you were already feeling sleepy again. After a while, he peppered you all the way down to your lower back and sat up — staring at the waistline of your pajama shorts. His slid his hands up from underneath and gently kneaded your ass. His thumbs massaging the crevices of your cheeks as he so. “Mm.” You whimpered, still sleeping but aware of his ministrations. He gave a throaty giggle and playfully jiggled it around earning an another sleep-like whimper from you. “Don’t worry. I just want to see something.” He mumbled, pushing the hem of your shorts up and leaning forward to kiss your ass cheek. He kneaded them again and leaned over to kiss the other cheek and bit his bottom lip. Slowly, he pushed the material aside to get a full view of those cheeks. Licking his lips, he slowly spreads them apart. He pulled back and licked his lips again as he stared at your rear and your cunt. Without a doubt, he leaned in and left a soft, warm and wet kiss on the ring of your rear. You gasped and he did it again with his eyes shut. His kissed it gently — listening to his lips smack against the skin softly. “Ugh.” You panted, relishing warm lips kissing it gently. He pulled back to see his a work for a second and went back in. “O-oh.” You breathed out on the pillow, tucking your lips and licking them. Kisuke kissed it deeply as he held your cheeks apart. The sounds of his deep kisses started to echo in your ears as he so. Making your lips tremble as you panted. He pulled back again and saw your rear glistening in the sun-lit room. You felt a bit strange about this new feeling but your stomach was fluttering, nonetheless. The warm and wet sensation felt good. He smirked as he looked at your rear throbbing in front of him. Clearly, you’re enjoying it.

He dived back in and stuck his tongue out. “Unh!” You quivered, feeling the appendage lick on the center of it. He looked up at you as he so. Circling the wet muscle against your throbbing rear. You gripped the pillow and whimpered. It felt way too good. You spread your legs apart. The tingling sensations were dancing around your body, feverishly. Making your pussy throb. “K-kisuke.” You breathed heavily, feeling his tongue flicking against it, gently. “Aaahh.” You hissed, rolling your hips back up against it. Your rough grunt were music to his ears as he circles his tongue around your rear messily while his eyes were shut and gave it a loud kiss. He leaned back and brought his finger up and rubbed it, gently. “Mmmmm.” You moaned, throbbing from the gentle strokes on your rear, making you arch your hips. He grinned softly as he spreads his saliva around it. “How’s that feel?” He looked up at you, sitting up to see your flushed face. “Good?” He asked, spreading the wetness down to your pussy and rubbing your folds with his fingers. You felt shy to answer him. So you nodded shyly. Throbbing against his crafty fingers. “Im glad.” He smirked, leaning down. He brought his hands up to the waistline of your shorts and pulled it down. You didn’t protest. He threw it to the side of the bed and gently pushed your left leg up. “Just go back to sleep, baby.” He said, spreading your cheeks out and tilting his head to explore your pretty pussy. His forefinger dipped into your folds and glider it up and down slowly. Spreading your pussy open. He then brought two digits up to leave it open and leaned in to kiss your pussy. He kissed it again and again — softly yet deeply. “U-unnh~” you moaned, your mouth slightly ajar as kissed your needy lips. Soon after, he dipped his tongue into your folds and slid it up to your clit. Your breath hitched and you grabbed the the side of the pillow. “Uuuughh.” You groaned, relishing the tingling sensations of his tongue exploring your pussy so well. He kneaded your ass and smacked your left ass check as he circled your cunt. He flicked it side to side and glided it up to your clit and circled it the pulsating nub.

Feeling too hot, you lifted your head from the pillow and relished the way he expertly explored your throbbing pussy. Your lips trembled and your mouth widened when he flicked your clit. Lean up a bit and roll your hips against the warm muscle you know too well. “Oh!” You twitched, dropping your face in the pillow as you bucked your hips against his tongue with good measure. Your hands gripped the pillow as you breathed heavily into pillow. “Oh fuck~” you whined, your clit throbbing as you rode it, slowly. You heavy pants echoed in his ears as he was lost in his task — drunken by your wet puffy pussy. “Mmmmmm.” You bit your bottom lip, moving your hips back against the warm muscle as he sticked it in your cunt — but not going in completely. He gave a guttural moan when he felt your cunt clench his tongue. “Oh yeah~.” You moaned, wanting him to go deeper. But he didn’t. Of course. He loves to tease you. You hand reached out and grabbed the back of his head to keep him there and you rolled your hips up and down against the appendage. “Mmm~” you hummed erotically. “Haaa…yeah~” You sang out breathlessly, clenching around his tongue to push it in deeper. The wet sounds of his tongue fucking your cunt rang in his ears as you so. He watched as it entered your sobbing cunt. Which seemed extremely lewd. He didn’t mind. Your warm arousal covered with his saliva smothered his mouth and dripped on the sheets. “Oh yeah~baby~” you breathed out, rolling your hips in circles.

Ah!” You gasped. His tongue wriggled in your cunt and you saw stars. You leaned on your elbows on the pillow and rode the crafty muscle, feverishly. “Ah! Ah!” You panted, twitching as your clit was throbbing from the overtaking sensation that you cummed in seconds. You dropped your hips down on the bed and breathed heavily into the pillow — still pulsating from the fierce relief. “Ooooh.” You moaned, his lips moving around your soaked throbbing pussy to drink you up. The wet kisses echoed in the room as he so. “Mmmm.” He hummed, smothering his mouth against your pussy messily. He was hungry. He licked your pussy with so much want — the sounds of his ministrations ringing in his ears. “O-ooh!” You gasped.” K-kisuke!” You whispered loudly, twitching as you were cumming again He sucked his breath and pulled back. The stings of his saliva and your arousal stretched out and fell on the sheets and from his bristled chin. He smacked your ass roughly. You whined lazily. “Ugh. God help me.” Post orgasm taking over your mind. He chuckled and leaned over. He suddenly kissed you deeply. You whimpered at the sudden action and tasted your yourself as he so. His tongue expertly glided with yours, lovingly. “Mmm.” He groaned, his hand reaching down your ass and dipping it between your cheeks — his fingers rubbing your soaked pussy and then smacking it gently. The gentle slapping sounds rang in your guy’s ears.

After a while, Your back started to ache. You turned around and spread legs apart and wrapped them around his waist and went back to kissing him passionately. The cool air brush your soaked pussy as you so. He lowered his hips down— pushing your thighs back. “Oh” you gasped, your pussy throbbing when the covered tip poked your clit. You looked down and saw the fat covered tip laying right on your puffy clit. Your mouth slightly ajar, you pushed your hips up to it. your clit began to pulsate as you felt the pressure gently push your clit down — making you shiver. “Unh.” You moaned lowly, already brushing your clit against the covered tip, steadily. Up and down — not breaking away from the warm friction. “Ha…ha…” you hiccuped, relishing the fluttering sensations of your puffy clit pulsating lovingly from the feather light strokes it was feeling. He gave a soft chuckle and rolled his hips down. “Ah!” You sighed, The soft fabric was brushing against your folds and your clit — making you shudder. You kept hiccuping as he so. it felt so good. Your dainty hands reached up to brace him by his arms. Gently holding on to him as He watched you slowly falling apart, again.

Your body was getting rocked up slowly by his own. “Mmmm.” You hissed, pushing your head back against the pillow. Your mouth widened slowly. you couldn’t form any words as he grinds against your needy pussy. his pants was getting smothered by your sloppy pussy, lovingly. He bent forward and nuzzled his face in your neck. You raised it to give him all the room you wanted to give to kiss your neck while circled his hips down against you. “Unh.” You shuddered, his soft lips grazed your skin gently while your toes were clenching from his perfectly measured thrusts of his tip rubbing against your throbbing clit. A few minutes later, You began rolling your hips up with good measure. His tip kept remained on your clit, lovingly as you so. “Oooooh.” You drawled, your clit was pulsating endlessly. “Fuck.” You whispered, working your hands up to rest on his broad shoulders. You enjoyed the way your body rocked up and down. Slowly yet steadily. relishing your warm arousal smother your soaked pussy messily. Your soft moans came out rhythmically with each stroke — earning a few gentle pecks on your favorite spot of your neck. Making your pulse flutter quickly. “Mmm. Kisuke...” you breathed out, sliding your hands down to his ass. “Oh…baby.” You sighed, looking up at him with pure satisfaction as you grabbed it, gently. Your toes curled from the sensations. However, he quickly pulled away from your neck and sat up. You were about to pout. He smirked and slowly pulled down the waistline of his pants. Your eyes were automatically glued down to his fingers. His grin widened when he pulled out his cock, slowly. Teasing you until it flings out.

You eyes widened from the sudden movement. All bushed — Curved and thick with a few veins around it and a pink mushroom tip. How lovely. You mentally noted. Your eyes never ripped away from his hand as He stroked it. His grey orbs glanced down at your sloppy pussy glistening before him. Both of you were “star struck” in the thick atmosphere. You could only imagine how good he’d feel when once he gets inside of you. But he enjoys taking his time. You looked up at him and pulled him closer to you. He followed. You rolled your hips up and rubbed your glistening pussy against the warm source. The soft skin was grazing your folds and your clit made you twitch. “Mm!” You throbbed, looking down at your pussy stroking his girth. He watched as you so. “Look at you.” He said, observing his cock getting embraced and covered by yours slick folds. “You’re so needy, baby.” He mumbled lowly, watching his cock twitching against your pussy. He leaned over to kiss your soft lips as he took of his pants and you pulled your strap top down to your waist. You giggled when you saw his pants hanging around his right ankle. due to him being impatient to take it off completely. You kept giggling at the man when he went back to kissing your lips.

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The sounds of the mattress creaking below you echoed in the room. His hands gripped your knees from underneath and your hands on either side of your head. Your pussy looked so pretty in his eyes. Full spread, soaked, and perfectly sandwiching thick cock. “Mmmm.” You moaned softly, getting rocked by his ministrations while your breasts bounced gently from his gentle pace. “Oooh.” He groaned, listening to your sticky arousal ring in his ears as he so, covering his cock so much. “Haaa~” you breathed out, grounding your hips up to meet his strokes glide through your folds, slowly. Soft groans and whispered praises bounced off the walls. After a while, he bent over and rolled his hips to your own. the bed creaked roughly yet slowly. A gratified sighed left your lips as you pushed your head back deeply into the pillow. The thick sounds of your arousal echoed in your ears as he so. “Yeah…” you praised him, resting your hands on his neck, relishing the warmth rubbing against your soaked pussy as he pushed your hips deeper into the bed and started to kiss you deeply.

Hypnotized by his deep kisses, he increased his pace by bucking his hips against you. “Mm!” You whimpered, quickly rolling yours up in tandem to not lose any of the tingly frictions. You grabbed his ass as you so — moaning breathlessly in the kisses. “Ahh…yeah.” You broke away from the heated kiss and looked down to see both of your ministrations. You watched your wet pussy getting slapped by his girth while His thighs slapping against yours. The wet sloppy sounds grew louder and louder when you started bucking your hips up feverishly. “Agh!” You quivered when your clit was getting slammed from a good angle — upwards. The sounds were filled with grunts and wetness. “Mm-unh!” You whined, your nailed digging in his arms, getting closer to your release. You started twitching underneath his watchful eyes — arching your back and pushing your shoulders back into the pillow. Your mouth agape, you grounded yours hips and let him slam his hips against you, quickly. Your pussy started pulsating with excitement as you remained grounded. Soon after, a quick violent rush of relief rushed through your body and you began spurting your fluids as he slammed his cock against your soaking pussy. You wished there was a big mirror to see him slamming his hips against you, his balls slapping your ass, and the mess you were making splattering on your pussy. “U-uunghh” you drawled lowly, feeling putty while your legs were dangling in the air, and you kept releasing your fluids. The filthy sounds splattered all over his midsection, and yours pouring down your hips and down your ass as he so. “Mm!” You whimpered, looking in between the splashes of your mess covering you two until he slowed down. “Haaa….fuck.” You panted, trying to cool down. He chuckled and bent over to kiss you deeply. Your hands brushed his hair messily as he so. Your lips smacked against his with passionately — ringing between you two.

You were starting to feel sleepy from the post-orgasm. “Mm.” You moaned softly, circling your hips, feeling your clit get stroked lovingly by the mushroom tip, since the cool down was still taking a while to dissolve. Your fingers bumped his hat and you frowned. Still kissing the man, you opened your eyes and stared at the green source in disbelief. “Take that stupid thing off!” You blurted out, ripping it off his head and throwing it back somewhere in the room. “I can’t believe you had that thing on. Christ.” You mumbled. “Hm?” He leaned back a bit and looked at you in surprise. “Get off me! You mumbled annoyingly. “Aren’t you sweating up there?” You pointed out. He chuckled at your cute pouty face. “Maa~ I thought you wanted to go back to sleep, y/n~” he smiled, looking at you expectantly. You looked away from him. Escaping his knowing gaze, you shut your eyes. He knows you’re blushing — inside. He gave a throaty chuckle and stroked your thighs from underneath. “just say you love me, y/n-chan~”. He added, playfully teasing you. You forced open your eyes — staring sharply at the cunning man in front of you. “Shut the-“

Clomp…

Clomp…

Clomp…

“Hmm?” He slowly blinked his eyes and looked away from you and turned his head back. You stared at his long structured neck. Then his collarbone and back up to his jawline while he stared at the closed sliding door. That’s hot. You mentally noted. The slow footsteps came from the very creaky wooden staircase. It sounded like someone was coming up from downstairs.

Clack…clack…clack….

Kisuke listened to the slow foot steps and remained still while he waited for the next step. He thought that it was ururu that wanted him to come back downstairs. However, the footsteps stopped in front of his bedroom door.

Knock…knock.

“Yes?” He said, curiously.

“Excuse me…Urahara-Dono.” The gruff voice came from the other side of the door. “Oooh~.” He chuckled. “Tessai-San. Is there something wrong?” “No. I’m making a little snack for the kids and want to ask if you would like some?” He asked. Kisuke turned to you and whispered if you wanted some but you shook your hood as a “no”. He turned his head back to the door and said, “A-ahh. No thank you, tessai-San.” “Is y/n okay?.” He asked politely. “Yes, yes. She’s okay. She’s still getting her beauty sleep.” “Does she want some-” “Oh! Wait!” He grabbed an empty glass cup and quickly got off the bed. In nude form.

“I almost forgot.” He said, turning back to put on his green robe. You sighed and watched him walk to the door. You’re so wet and still sleepy. But, you still had some energy to let him to flip you over and turn you upside down. With your legs still spread open, you hand slid down to your pussy and you dipped a finger into your cunt — but not all the way in. You saw the long strings of your arousal stretch while you were looking at it. Glistening on your fingertips. You brought it down and spread it on your clit. You did it again; listening to the light wet sounds of your arousal in your cunt and spreading on your pussy. On the other hand, “could you fill this up for me?” He opened the sliding door a little bit and quickly outstretched his arm reached to give Tessai the glass cup. “Hmmm.” The spectacle guy nodded in agreement. “I’ll be going, then.” “Yeees~ just leave it by the door” kisuke said, poking his head out the door, watching him go down the stairs and far away. “Good.” He sighed, closing the door and then locking it. “He’ll back with a cup of water for you, y/n cha-” he froze, watching your finger your soaked cunt slowly. “You’re a very interesting one, y/n-chan.” He smirked, taking off his robe as he walked to the side of the bed. You stared at his cock swaying until he got to your side. “Mmm.” You moaned, sitting up and facing it the sheath. You slowly wrapped your mouth around the mushroom tip and sucked it gently. “Ahh.” He moaned lowly, relishing soft warm lips around it. You bobbed your head slowly as you sucked it; looking up at him with your dowey eyes. “Hmph.” He chuckled, watching your pink tongue lick around the tip like a lollipop, slowly. After a short while, he pushed his hips up to your mouth, gently. “Oooh~” he mumbled, feeling your appendage glide around his cock and under the tip. He brought his hand around your head and the other kneading your breast. “Mmm.” You moaned, feeling his girth push into your small mouth gently and your tongue brush the veins around it. “Good girl.” He whispered softly before pulling back to kiss your soft lips. He cupped your cheeks while he kissed you, slowly. “Get on your knees, sweetheart.” He whispered softly, brushing your cheeks while he looked at you gently.

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The glass cup of water was delivered to you not too long ago. Sitting outside the door, waiting to be drunken by you. However, the sheets shifted while the two of were getting in a promising position. Kisuke laid his hands on your thighs as he laid on sat up on a mountain of pillows and your legs were on either side of his thighs. Your ass was in full view in front of him as he sat comfortably on the bed. “Maaa~ you look like even more lovely this way.” He caressed your ass softly. “A lovely cat stretching out, in fact.” He added, taking his cock and stroking it while he looking at your soaked cunt. “Mm.” You hummed, laying the side your face on the bed and your arms on either side of your head. You can go back to sleep this way but you have better plans. “Look at that.” He mumbled to himself, sliding the tip against your folds, slowly. “Mmmm.” You moaned softly, circling your hips to feel it rub your pussy. “Wow.” He said, looking at his cock getting smothered by your warm arousal. Soon after, he aligned himself to your entrance and you slowly lowered your ass on the curved length. “Ahhh.” He breathed out, feeling your plush walls embrace him lovingly. He rested his hand atop your ass and you began bucking your hips down on his cock, slowly. Kisuke leaned back on the stacked pillows and watched the scenery. “Mmmm~” you moaned, relishing the feeling of his girth stroking your walls as you’re circling your hips up and down. Getting adjusted to his length. After a while, he rolled his hips up at an extremely slow pace — watching his glistening cock enter your cunt as he so. “Mmmmm.” He moaned, feeling The rise and fall of your ass on the palm of his hand. he pushed it down gently to match his strokes whenever he entered your core. The full view puts him in a daze. He spreads his legs further apart and increased his pace a bit. Your ass started bouncing on his thighs. The light skin slapping sounds rang in his ears. The curved length grazed your walls so well — making you even more wetter. Rewarding him with a gratified sigh from your lips. “Ah..yeah.” He whispered, grabbing your ass cheek to his cock slide in and out your glistening cunt. You clenched around the length when the tip poked your g-spot.

You lifted your head up quickly and moaned from the fluttering sensations. “Oh..fuck.” You breathed out lazily while your plump ass bounced on his cock. You heard a light chuckle behind you and he smacked your ass. His throaty moans echoed in the air while his cock was getting embraced by your needy cunt lovingly. “Oooh.” He said thickly. “Your pussy feels so good, baby.” He praised you, rolling his hips up rhythmically while watching the whole thing before his eyes. The sheets shifted from under his feet and you opened your eyes to see his knees pushed in a bit. Soon after, he started slamming his hips up against your ass. Roughly yet steadily. “O-oooh.” You croaked, feeling your ass slap against his hips as he thrusted deeply into your soaked cunt. Your nipples were rubbing against the soft sheets and your head was shaking as he so. The sloppy skin slapping sounds and the bed creaking echoed between the two of you. You arched your back and saw stars. “Uuuunnh.” You moaned, shivering whenever he hit that spot over and over, deeply. Your breathless whimpers were music to his ears. His mouth wide open, he couldn’t form any words. His breath was hitching from the relentless clenching of your throbbing cunt around his cock.

You rested your head on the bouncing surface and slid your hand in between your legs and started rubbing your clit in circles. The feather light strokes on your clit made it pulsate that you let you a gratifed sigh. “Mm!” He groaned and smacked your ass while the thrusted feverishly. You were getting wetter and wetter that sounds were becoming more sloppy with each deep thrust. “U-unh!” You quivered, rubbing your clit faster as you were getting closer to your release. He hissed and gripped your hips, marking your skin. “Ugh!” He shivered, breathing heavily as he started feeling your walls tremble. You lifted yourself up and started bouncing on his cock, quickly. Your pants quickened while he slammed into your sloppy cunt. “Yeah. That’s it.” He said thickly, watching your warm white fluids cover his cock. He gripped your hips and pushed your hips back and pulled it down. And bucked into you roughly. The gushing sounds grew louder. “Oh!” You quivered. A fierce and violent rush of flutters danced through your body and you squirted. “Awh!” You moaned, spurting your fluids from the overtaking pleasure as he fucked you to oblivion. You managed to turn and look at him while he was catching on to his release and listen to the filthy wet sounds. His head was pushed back to pillow and his mouth wide open while he let out a long open mouth groan. “Ug-ugh!” His hips started stuttering as he tried to catch his breath m. And, he cummed. “Unh!” He moaned breathlessly, twitching while he thrusted into your warmth and shoots in your core. “M-mggh.” He shivered, dropping his legs.

He opened one of his eyes and saw his cum around your cunt and covering his length. “Damn.” He muttered, his chest heaving and he closed his eyes. “Mm.” You sat up and looked back at the now-putty man. You rolled your hips and bounced on the creamy length, and he winced. You giggled breathlessly when he tried to follow but to no avail. “Feelin sleepy, kisuke?” You teased. He gave a breathless chuckle and smacked your ass lazily.

You giggled. Your pussy really knocked him out. He’s getting soft now too. He deserved it. You mentally noted. You pulled his cock out and turned to straddle him. “Do you want anything?” You teased him as he was cooling off.

He chuckled. “A glass of water would be nice.” “Sure~” you said sarcastically, getting off the bed and heading to the door to get the cup of water that was sitting in front of the door. “Anything else ~ baby?” You emphasized, walking towards the now-sleepy shopkeeper who looked puffy and soft. You snorted at the last thought.

“And a change of new bed sheets.” He mumbled.

You frowned. “Do it yourself, old man.” You placed the cup on the night table and turned to grab your shorts. “W-where are you going?” He looked at you with a worried expression, not wanting you to leave him alone.

“Downstairs. To eat with the kids — ” You said, walking to the door. “For a while.” You gave him a smirk as you closed the sliding door and then headed downstairs.

“Heh.” He dropped his head back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. “You got me.” He whispered to himself — with a soft smirk.

Oh how the tables have turned.

End.

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 7: STEPCEST Urahara Kisuke 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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It’s bad. you can’t keep dreaming of him. With him. Of the things you want him to do to you.

“He is my brother” you repeat, knowing very well that he really isn’t. But to the rest of the world, he is like it. To you, even. And every night, since he moved back home, you’ve been dealing with your unacceptable needs…

Kisuke needed to come back home, he had had a serious fight with Yoruichi, and she had enough of him. In fact, you took her side, but you couldn’t let him sleep on a hotel. He can sometimes be… annoying, and a bad boyfriend. But he is not a bad person; Kisuke loses track of time when working at the lab and puts almost everything into one investigation…

Your throat feels dry. Your body sweated. It’s a hot night, summer should have left the town, but it seems to be reluctant to do so. With a silky white sleep gown, you go downstairs for a cup of water. However, you knew too well the thirst wouldn’t be satisfied this way.

Everything seems silent, Kisuke should be sleeping in the couch -or that’s what it seems to you –. But it turned it was just the sheets he never tents.

You hurry up, chugging the glass of cold water to cool your heat quickly. Yet, the moon outside catches your attention and you begin to day dream of those times where both of you were younger and met for the first time…

His father and your mother had married, and both being almost adults didn’t find it too terrible. As college represented a higher worry in your lives you simply accepted the new assembled family, discovering a high connection in between you and him. Kisuke soon left home for uni and some years after he started working at a laboratory he is now closer to preside.

And all throughout those years, and from the very first time you saw his face, you accepted loving him was off limits, even if your heart ached for him…

You sighed, with blurred eyes fixed on the argentum shine of the moon outside the window. But a pair of hands suddenly surrounded your waist from behind.

“Wha-?” you asked, scared. “Daydreaming? You look sad, (Name)-san… what happened?” Kisuke asks, resting his chin on your shoulder. His messy blonde hair grazing your cheek and neck, his sweet perfume reaching you, the warmth of his embrace feeling so holy and so terrible at the same time.

You take some seconds to answer. Growing up, Kisuke has always been very physically close to you and your family members. You couldn’t say it was just because he enjoyed touching you. You couldn’t simply push him away.

“I am ok, I was just remembering old times. That’s it. You should go back to sleep… or go to sleep for once. I know you are investigating something important, but your health should matter a little bit more, Kisuke” you scold him, as you’ve always done.

“Aaaa~ah… my older sister will always do this, huh? Not even the years that have passed changed you, huh?” he jokes, hugging you so tight, pulling you so close to his body that your breathing cuts short.

Your eyes open wide, when you can clearly feel the whole entirety of his flesh against yours. From his chest on your back, to his hipbones on the small of your back.

“Wh- stop it, for real. Go to sleep. I am tired too…” you stutter; the trembling in your voice can’t be hide, the anxiety rising inside you either.

“You are clearly sad, let’s go” he chimes, turning you around and lifting you up in his arms. He is quite tall and despite not having a huge frame, he is very strong. And no matter how much you could kick and hit his back with your fists, he isn’t letting you go. Instead, Kisuke laughs happily.

When he gets to your room, he throws you on the bed. Your heart pumps faster, and you can only repeat for yourself  “he is playing, he is your brother”.

“Make some space, I won’t go away until either you tell me what is going on or you fall asleep” he says, snuggling right by your side.

You are still unable to speak and can barely blink. You fix your gaze on the ceiling of your room; a soft blueish light kisses the walls and your skins. Kisuke hugs you, and your senses intensify. The sound of your breathing, the sound of his reverberates in your mind. Your heart pumps more and more blood and all of it seems to be going to one place only; your core.

He hugs you closer, turning you to side so that your nose ends up being inches from his chest. Kisuke is someone who finds trouble with keeping basic hygiene, but tonight his skin smells deliciously tempting.

You feel your head spinning, like your soul is about to leave your body. This is not ok. This is wrong. This is bad. He is your brother… he is not.

“Kisuke… can you go sleep in the couch?” you ask, painfully. The tone in your voice holds the aching need of a beast inside you. Your hands are sweaty, you are drowning in guilt but also in lust… if you move a single muscle more, it will be to kiss him.

“Why- I even bathe. Why I can’t sleep with my older sister??” he asks, and it seems to you that he knows exactly what he is doing. Urahara Kisuke is a genius, he probably knows… in fact, he always has.

“STOP CALLING ME OLDER SISTER. I AM NOT YOUR SISTER!” You snap, pushing him away and turning around. It’s either mistreating him or ruining your family. But when did Kisuke ever cared about morals?

He comes closer, this time spooning you. His hands so shamefully passing around your waist and landing down your belly button. The warmth of his breathe reaches your nape, while his nose buries in between your hair.

“You are my sister… and I don’t care…” the scientist whispers, torturing you with his lips lingering over your skin.

It all turns bumpy, and your muscles stiffen. You need him, you want him. Your body succumbs to the most depraved lust ever existing. Your back arches just enough for your buttocks to graze his now growing hardness.

“Kisuke… don’t do this” you beg, as his hands slide down your waist towards your hips. He pulls you against his crotch, this time with no absolute delicacy, to make sure you feel he is as horny as you are.

His hardness feels sinfully exquisite, and you can’t stop yourself from moving your ass from side to side; you want him desperate, so fucking needy. You want him to be even able to feel the wetness pulling in between your legs and perhaps even dampening your inner thighs.

And oh, he notices immediately after his pants are down. Enough of the smooth player, he can’t wait to taste you no more.

Your thighs receive his warm sex right in between them, closer to your now dripping panties but not enough to touch your labia. You squeeze your legs to trap him, as his hands now free your breasts from above your night gown. Kisuke’s fingers feel wonderfully pinching your nipples.

“Should I continue, my sweet sister ~?” he asks, rejoicing in the word sister because it is as sick and depraved, and it is also turning you on more than what you could ever expect.

Oh, the guilt, what a big kink.

“Fuck me… brother” “With great pleasure”

Kisuke immediately turns you around, topping you with no shame. His hand landing on your cheek, his lips approaching yours. Crossing any line ever traced, two mouths crashing in total concupiscence; two tongues dancing in pure sin.

Your step brother pulls your panties down, as both kiss with total passion. His fingers quickly reach for your wet flower, it even surprises that you are dripping so much.

“You are so incredible wet, how needy are you?” he asks, in between lip bites. “I need you inside of me, now. Now, please” you moan, leaving any reason behind, allowing your desires to take full control of your consciousness.

Kisuke doesn’t really need to finger you nor prepare your entrance, your walls are desperately hungry to feel stretch by him. He smirks, the strings of his precum that were forming on his tip and pooling on your belly button are the sweet show of how much he needs you too.

The blonde guides his hardness to your entrance, he doesn’t even need to move further as it slides so perfectly inside. He stays, for some seconds, right by your entrance making you curl your back and turn your eyes white from pleasure. He knows, he perfectly understands how your body works and how to make you pull from the bedsheets.

And right before he goes deep, with a ram than feels like breaking you in half, your eyes fix into each other’s.

His hips begin to move, but your eyes couldn’t. There was a feeling of deep connection and also intense regret in them. But most importantly, and despite all guilt, both felt like there wasn’t a safest place than each other’s embrace.

Kisuke goes deep as much as you buck up your hips, joining your cores almost inevitably willing to melt into one. He lets himself fall on top of you, while you hug his waist to keep him trapped inside of you. Kissing desperately, breathing moaning, drinking the other’s grunts and little “nhngs” and “fucks”.

Climax coming. Climax taking over. His flesh slapping yours, both sweating but never letting go. Your nails leaving the trace of their path engraved in his pale back.

Kisuke believes is not enough deepness and pulls you up to finally sit on his lap still penetrating you. Your legs around his waist, his nesting you around. His hands pressing on the small of your back and yours on his nape.

Explosively finishing in heaven, two sinful souls that have just condemned themselves to the infinite void of hell…  

“I wanted you since the day I met you” ; “I wanted you too… but this is wrong…” “Wrong would be not doing it, sister ~”

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ᥫ᭡ i. ᧔𐓪᧓ 𝐡𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐭 ━━ kenpachi zaraki, shūhei hisgai, ichigo kurosaki, & kisuke urahara.

ᥫ᭡ ii. ᧔𐓪᧓ trans [ ftm ] reader, fluff + comedy, modern era + everything takes in a non-soul society universe.

❨ KENPACHI ZARAKI. ❩

Kenpachi Zaraki . . . the brutal captain of the 11th Division had a passion for all things that revolve around fighting. But you know what else he has a passion for? You, his husband, and Yachiru, his daughter. He loves his little family and would protect you both till his final breath.

Kenpachi likes what he likes, and he loves you—so he didn’t understand why you were so scared of telling him that you were trans. He will always support you, no matter what the situation is or how bad it gets. When he found out about you being trans he just shrugged his shoulders and asked what was for dinner.

“Kenny? You aren’t mad at me . . . right?” You played with the hem of your kimono sleeves. Once you told your husband about your identity he just stood there . . . No reaction or anything. It was as if his system was rebooting. After what felt like years of silence he finally spoke, “Eh, not really. There’s nothing to be mad about, seriously.” He shrugged as he put his large hands on your shoulders before placing a sweet kiss against your sweaty forehead. “Now, what’s for dinner?”

“Also, I know I shouldn’t ask you this. But is that the reason why your chest was cut off?”

“Yes, Kenny.”

“Well I could’ve save us the money and did that myself!”

When Yachiru found out about the news she was so sweet and supportive. She understood the importance of the situation perfectly and even said you’ll forever be her dad, even if you didn’t give birth to her.

“Look dad! Look at the drawing me and papa made for you!” The little girl smiled sweetly as she held up a drawing that included blue, pink, and white—the trans flag colors. It was a drawing of her and Kenpachi wearing matching shirts that said “We love you Y/n” along while holding the little pride flags in their hands. You couldn’t help but smile brightly and place a little kiss against the girl’s cheek. “Thank you, Yachi. I’m gonna hang this up on the fridge, okay? You and Kenny’s art skills are amazing.”

❨ SHŪHEI HISAGI. ❩

Shūhei thinks of you as his safe space . . . one of the only few people he can be around without having to relax his shoulders every five seconds because he is feeling tense.

He didn’t care about the fact that you were trans, in fact, he thought you were brave. Since you didn’t hide yourself from the world, you weren’t too accepting of people like you. But that didn’t matter to him, he was going to protect you every step of the way, holding your hand without fear.

“I–I’ll still love you. No matter what, babe. Whatever you’re comfortable with, I’m comfortable with. You’re very handsome to me! Haha . . .” Hisagi laughed and nodded his head. He was so supportive in his own weird way, it was cute.

He loves snuggling into your chest like a little kitten after a long day of work. ♡ Each time he got home he would immediately throw his stuff on the ground without having a care in the world.

“Darling, I think your laptop was in there.” You spoke softly as you caressed the back of Shūhei’s head while he rested his cheek against your chest. The man had another stressful day at work and he threw his bag to the floor—you could’ve sworn you heard a slight crack. “It’ll be fine . . . it’s practically indestructible.” He muttered with his eyes closed and his breathing starting to slow down. Instead of aggravating him about it, you only smiled softly and ran your fingers through his hair.

It turns out that did end up breaking his computer and was charged on his tab at work for the incident.

“Damn it . . . (πーπ)”

❨ ICHIGO KUROSAKI. ❩

Ichigo was kinda known for taking certain subjects to heart—his family, friends, and most importantly, you. He knew about your identity since he was fifteen and he never judged you or discriminated against you for it. He would never use hurtful words or do hurtful things to you because he truly loves you with every last bone in his body.

When he’s around, he always makes sure that people use the correct pronouns on you and make sure you don’t feel uncomfortable in any shape or form. He doesn’t care who they are. They will respect you and your identity. When you would often speak up for yourself, you would always get turned down and ignored in the end. Which infuriated him to no end, he hated seeing you sad.

Ichigo's eyes glared holes into the back of the teacher’s head as she continued to refer to you as she and her. He noticed you tried to speak up for yourself but she only ignored you and continued to misgender you in the end—which made you go quiet for the rest of the class period. Once she referred to you as the wrong pronouns that’s when Ichigo decided to step in. “He said, his pronouns are he/him. Why do you keep referring to him as she and her? Did you not hear him the first time he corrected you?” Ichigo frowned while the teacher seemed a bit shocked at his words. “What the hell are you looking stupid for? Can you not hear?”

Since you’re his first boyfriend, he always tries his best to show you that he loves you—even though he can be a bit awkward at times. Good days or bad days, when he visits you, he always brings flowers and favorite snacks. He also has a habit of buying you merch of your favorite things because he just can’t help himself every time he walks by.

“Ichigo? Did you seriously buy me a set of these?” You chuckled at the sight of the jumbo plushie of your favorite animal. The plushie was so soft and fluffy that you couldn’t be upset with him that he spent so much money on it. “Yeah, when I saw it, I couldn’t help myself. It reminded me of you.” He smiled before he pulled out a cute little hairpin of your favorite animals and placed it in your head with a soft kiss to your cheek.

❨ KISUKE URAHARA. ❩

Kisuke wasn’t shocked at the news about your identity. Like Kenpachi, he knows what he likes and isn’t ashamed of it. Love is love, why should he be ashamed of being married to someone who isn’t afraid to express themselves? It didn’t make sense to him—but he didn’t care.

“Oh? Hehe, I guess we’re both husbands now, yeah?” The shop owner poked at your cheek with the end of his fan before covering his red cheeks with it. It was obvious he was flustered at his joke. Instead of getting upset at him about the joke you only smiled softly and playfully punched his shoulder.

Yoruichi is tired of you two deeply. She never saw Kisuke so deeply in love with someone, since he was a bit of a pervert. Every time she sees you both being lovey dovey she can’t help but let out a loud dramatic sigh. Kisuke would often joke around and call her jealous because she didn’t have anyone in her life. And it always resorted to her flipping him off or smacking him in the back of the head because of his smart-ass mouth.

“Why hello my most beautiful, precious, loving, and gorgeous husban—”

“Get a room you freaks!”

“I didn’t even finish my sentence!”

This man was your hype man—you want to show him your new outfit? Give him a show! Did you get a new haircut? He will give you compliments until you get sick of him! This man didn’t know how to stop once he had gotten started. Most of the time, you would never get sick of him and his compliments and pickup lines. Because, unlike most people, you genuinely found him funny. He would often talk like a high-school student just to get a smile on your face.

The moment he walked in on you trying on something new with a frown on your face he just couldn’t hold himself back. The man placed the fan up against his face as he began to speak. “Hey handsome, I guess there is a rainbow today as I just found the treasure I have been searching for.” He started to fan his face in a dramatic manner, which caused a series of laughter to leave your lips. “You like it? I think I got a size too small.” You tugged at the shirt and pants that were a little too tight in certain places. Kisuke, being the pervert he is only wolf-whistled while continuing to fan his pink cheeks. “My dear husband, do you mind doing a slight 360 for me? I would like to see something.”

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[m-ayo-o]

he wants your hands…

18+ explicit sex // oral // edging everybody 21+ female reader x bleach men

on his abs

Ichigo wants your hands all over his chiseled abs– he’s worked damn hard to get so ripped and you’re gonna show him how much you love his body! Working between those tight muscles and over his toned waist makes him sigh contentedly, feeling your hands going lower.

Your fingers trace over his waistband as your lips attach to his stomach, kissing and licking the hot, hard muscles.

You get his shorts off and continue kissing down, making him let out a surprised moan as you swallow his tip, enjoying feeling him get harder in your mouth.

“y/n!! fuck–” the blood rushes to his cock, some spared for his reddening cheeks, as you take him down.

You suck him, your hands never leaving the sides of his perfectly formed six pack.

bound

Kisuke loves pinning your wrists down or tying you to the bed frame, keeping your hands off him so he can let that pretty mouth of yours stroke his ego instead. He’ll tease and edge you for his amusement, like you’re some kind of toy, not stopping until you let out those beautiful whimpers of his name.

“You know what I need to hear, girl,” he utters, leaning over you as the vibrator attached to your clit buzzes relentlessly, while he slides in a dildo that’s just a little too small for your wet hole.

“Kisuke!!! I– I can’t– can't fucking cum anymoore, nnhhh–” you let out a long, needy moan.

His lips quirk up into a devious smile.

“pleeeeaase Kisukeee—” you squeeze your eyes shut and draw out his name till you’re interrupted by his hard length replacing the dildo, he swears you almost purr with satisfaction.

“all better now, hm?”

massaging him

Byakuya loves feeling your hands on his shoulders and back, preferably in the bath, with oils and lotions. He’s used to being pampered, and you enjoy giving him this luxury. You do it out of love, a selfless act, finding his relaxed and peaceful expression enough of a reward. However, whether you’re expecting it or not, he always returns your kind favours.

“Thank you, petal,” he pats himself dry then takes your hand, guiding you to the bed, “now lay down.” You feel the drip of massage oil over your back, his slender fingers massaging down your spine.

But his hands start to dip further, pushing between your legs, eagerly digging into your wet folds. He fingers you till you’re all wet and gushing, ready for his cock, then slowly slides in, taking you as you lay on your stomach, leaning right over and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he spreads you open.

in his hair

Renji hates to admit how much he loves your hands in his hair– but when you’re riding him you can tell he wants it. You take his hair down, bouncing on his lap as he sits up, making him sigh with relief. Your fingers rake through his fiery strands, gently at first. Until he starts rutting his hips up, letting you feel him harder, encouraging you to pull and tug, making him let out the hottest groans.

“Harder, y/n–” he moans out, making a wicked smile cross your face.

“Want me to ride you harder?” you ask, feigning confusion.

He grits his teeth, his eyes narrowing. You feel his hand gripping over yours to give his hair another tug.

“words, Abarai.” you mutter with a smirk, your hips grinding up and down.

He releases your hand, his grip returning to your waist, admitting defeat with a hiss.

“pull my fucking hair,” he glares back at you, “‘n say my first name.”

“so rude, baby,” you let out a little tsk, shaking your head, slowing your motions.

He would put up more of a fight, but he’s just getting so close and needy to feel exactly what he wants when he reaches his release.

“fuck, y/n!!” he lets out a shout, his cheeks flushing up nice and rosy, adding to your satisfaction, “please”

Your eyebrow arches.

“pull my hair…” he lets his head fall back, unable to maintain eye contact, “please– fuck–!!” he yells.

Needless to say, you give him what he wants, giving his locks a final teasing stroke before pulling hard, making him shoot his load.

serving him

Shunsui is another man who loves when you take care of him. In his opinion, your hands are best placed around a bottle of sake, serving up and handing him his next drink. He’ll pass you a cup too, so make sure you’ve got a steady hand when you’re pouring.

He’s likely to get handsy once he’s had a few– but you don’t mind. 

Even when he’s bending you over the table and giving your ass a little squeeze while he finishes his drink, you allow him.

He just loves good girls like you. So subservient, taking his cock from behind without batting an eyelid.

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Byakuya, Urahara, Renji, and Shunsui reacting to you kissing them and leaving lipstick over their faces

Byakuya Kuchiki

“What's this on my face” he rubs his cheek and looks at his fingers very carefully

He can't go out like that, it's a little embarrassing. What will everyone think of him? He has to maintain his cold mysterious appearance, as much as he can...

But he secretly likes it, a lot. Just, not for everyone to see, only for him

May act a little dismissive at first but you notice how he’s very careful not to mess them up when it's just the two of you

It makes him think of your lips a lot more than usual, so he'll find himself pondering quite oftentimes. Mostly when it's not a good moment.

He’ll mellow out and just let you do your own thing, but he has to wash them, not you.

Maybe because he wants to get one last glimpse of them until next time

You'll randomly find different shades in your room

Totally not because he thinks they'll suit you but you'll never know it's from him. (you know it's from him)

Kisuke Urahara

“Oh look, lipstick on my face. Interesting”

Doesn't mind it but will subtly point out that you should leave more (but you can't quite figure that he means that)

It's up to you if you wanna do it or not but you're a little unsure. That until you ask him and he says yes

He doesn't mind people seeing it but neither goes out and straight up screams “look at this”

But it does give him a tiny boost, though he'll act like nothing

Still, he likes wearing it because it reminds him of you, which is what matters

But the shade is a little off and the consistency not so good. The resistance wears off easily. He has to make them himself because there are no good products anyway

All these because you deserve the best quality

Renji Abarai

Shocked when he sees them.

You can see the flush on his face

“How do I get it off?????”, “you can just wash it off. Don't you like it...?” you give him puppy eyes, feeling a little bad but it's okay if he doesn't

He likes it but it's something new and he has to adapt

“I do but...” he can't really put into words that he likes it, it's a tiny bit overwhelming but right when he gathers his thoughts something happens

some acquaintance just so happens to pass by, visibly staring at his cheek and then at you

“What? You never had a girl kiss you?” he's agitated with the way that person is looking at him as if they never thought they'd see him with lipstick on his face

Calms down once it's just the two of you again, and will get used to it little by little. Actually realizing he likes it

He tries not to touch his face, just so it doesn't get ruined too much

“So you do like it” “Obviously, but go easy on me, kay?”

Shunsui Kyoraku

You can tell it's his favorite thing just by how happy he gets

Will probably tempt you to kiss him a few more times (a lot more than that) so everyone can see

Kind of a show off to be honest

Prideful he can wear your mark

“Hey I got the prettiest lips touching me, I need to show it to the world”

He will constantly pester you about next time you wear that lipstick

“Darling, I think you've missed a few spots” and an idiot smile that urges you to place a few more kisses, even if it's a little annoying at this point

Will get you a nice pink shade to match his kimono bc goddd, it would be a hell of a combination

Will stare at them for hours until you decide to wash them off yourself because it's been a while. But you have to promise you'll give him more next time

Every time he catches you wearing it, you won't get him out of your face with how much he wants to kiss you

Will probably smear all the lipstick over both your faces but loves it so much, not just on him, but on you too

It makes you look so hot and kissable and you can say the same thing about him