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α§πͺα§ π±ππ¬ π―π. ββ Shunsui Kyoraku, Byakuya Kuchiki, Kisuke Urahara, & Uryu Ishida!
i. ππ ππππππ // 1/3 part of the animal s/o series!
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β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ'ππ been married to Shunsui for years and the man absolutely adores your cat ears and tail! He thinks itβs the cutest thing heβs ever seen. He tends to have a hard time keeping his hands off your tail because it was so soft to touch and your reaction when he tugged on it was priceless.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππππ watched as your tail swayed back and forth, the man was trying his best not to pet it. He watched as you continued to snore peacefully on his chest. "Ehβ¦they wonβt notice." He spoke to himself while his hand reached for your f/c tail that was wrapped around your waist. Your silky fur making contact with his rough hands caused you to purr into his chest. Shunsui dragged his fingers down slowly until he wrapped his entire hand around the tail and gave it a light tug. After tugging on the fur your head immediately shot up along with your ears and tail as your fierce οΏΌe/c eyes started to glare into his soul. "Sorry sweets, I didnβt know." He put his hands up in a surrendering manner, which caused you to hiss and use your sharp nails to rip the sleeve off his captainβs coat. "IβI said sorry!"
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππππ with him were the best! You and he would always get into trouble from the constant napping and slacking off from work. There would be times when Nanao would have to split you both up so Shunsui could get his work done. Which didnβt work but was worth a try.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππ cuddling, he likes to run his hands through your hair and brush them against your ear, which causes you to let out a faint purring sound. Every time you purr, his heart never fails to swell up.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ goes through hell and back to cut your nails. By the time heβs done, he already has multiple scratches across his face and chest. But you make it up to him by patching the countless scratches he had. After that, youβll nuzzle your head into his neck as he holds you; he couldnβt be angry with you even if he tried.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ has plenty of marks on his neck from when you bite him when you get jealous. The number of times youβve hissed at women for staring at your husband was mind-boggling. Whenever one disappears, you add a new one, you disregard sharing, no one can have him.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππ you become bored easily, he would take you out to the garden and let you play around in there until he was done with his work. After that, heβll find you asleep in the grass with a flower in your mouth and a bird in your hand.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππππ would be lying if he said he didnβt find your behavior interesting. He thought it was cute when your knuckles kneaded into his back, he believed that you were giving him a massage but it turns out you were showing your love and contentment to him. <3 He also found it cute when you bump your head against his or rub your cheeks against his to show affection. Not to mention how you wait at the door for him to come back when he sent on tasks.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππππ sighed and made his way back to his office. "Iβm so tired." He muttered as he opened the door, and without paying attention, he tripped over somethingβno, someone. As he rubbed his head, he looked over his shoulder to see you curled into a ball in front of the door. "Were they waiting for me?" He scratched his cheek as he crawled towards your sleeping body. His eyes soften at your sleeping state. Every time he leaves, you always take a nap to make time go by faster. "Kitty, I'm back." His hand petted your hair as you opened one of your eyes, which dilated at the sight of your husband. "Shu!" You jumped into his arms as he fell back from his sudden actions. "Were you waiting for me?" He sat up with you on his lap. You nodded your head quickly and bumped your head against his cheek affectionately, saying, "Mhmm, I didnβt know you were going to be gone for that long." Your ears flattened, and you kissed his lips. Shunsui felt an arrow strike him through the heart at your ears. "Iβm sorry! I didnβt know either! I love you so much, kitty!" Crocodile tears left his eyes as he held onto you tightly, not letting go any time soon.
πππππππ πππππππ.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππππ had a love and hate relationship with your catβlike behavior, made because it reminded him of someone familiar. But he loves you either way; you make him so happy that words canβt explain it.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ loves when you visit him during captain's duties. He couldnβt count how many times you fell asleep on his chest without him noticing. He always tried to move you, but the sound of your light purring made it hard for him.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ would get the best chefs to cook your favorite fish-based meals. Oh, he loved it when your eyes lit up at the sight of the delicious food the chefs made for you.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "πππ! I canβt believe all of this is for me!" Your eyes sparkled at the sight of the buffet. Byakyua's eyes softened when you wrapped your arms around his neck to give him multiple kisses. "The best for you only, dear." He reached his hand out to pet your f/c ears, which caused you nuzzle you cheek into his even more. "Ah! I love you Byakyua!" You grinned at your husband who chuckled silently and picked up the chopsticks for you. This was the most excited heβs ever seen you. "I love you as well."
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππ man also spoils you to the point of no return. Is that what you want? He'll buy it before you know it. If anything reminds him of you then better believe he's going to buy it! When you tell him that he doesn't have to buy all the things for you, he will immediately ignore you and go to buy something else for you.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ and he would spend most of your nights discussing the most randomized things. Like do you prefer to be a snail or worm? (Byakyua says snail). However, some of the questions you have asked him have put him into a deep reflection.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "πππππ you rather spend the rest of your life with no legs or no arms?" "Simple, no arms." "Butβ" "Never-mind, I need my arms to use my sword. So no legs." "But then againβ¦"
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ enjoys playing hide and seek with you! The sound of your laughter brings him happiness as he pretended not to see you hiding in plain sight.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "π wonder where could they be?" Byakyua spoke out and began to scratch his chin. You watched as the man continued to look around the room for you as you hid under the table and held your hand over your mouth so you wouldnβt give up your hiding space. "I guess theyβre in the next room? I need to take a look." He spoke again, then walked to the door. Once you heard the door open and close you slowly peeked your head from under the table, before you could make a move a hand grabbed the back of your shirt. Your husband's familiar scent caused you to sink into his grip. "Byakyua?! How did you find me?" You cried at your husband as he smiled at your behaviour. "I overheard you the moment I opened the door. It seems like you donβt have the ability to withhold your laughter." He laughed at how you were sulking, with your ears were flatting. "Not fair! Letβs play another round!"
ππππππ πππππππ.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππ guy is the ultimate cat lover, so imagine his reaction when he sees someone with cat ears and a tail! He couldnβt keep his hands off you even if he tried, just the sight of your f/c ears perking up and your tail swaying can make him swoon in an instant.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππβπ extremely clingy and loving once it came to you. Once he wrap his arms around you for some cuddle time it was hard for him to let go, not that you mind or anything.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "πππππ they are." Yoruichi sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose at the couple snoozing on the couch. She knew something wasn't right when you didn't show up at practice like you said. Once she found you, she found you lying on the couch with your lover. "Huh? Yoruichi! What are you doing here?" Kisuke rubbed his eyes as the brown-skinned woman tried her hardest not to punch the shit out of him. This wasnβt his first time holding you back from training because he wanted to βcuddleβ. "Iβve come to see Y/n, only to find out theyβre here. With you." She glared at him as he scratched the back of his neck.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ spends his free time building cardboard forts for you. The amount of time he spends on the fort is amazing, and by the time heβs done itβs the same size as a castle.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππ this man was a bit of a pervert then, so he would often buy revealing clothes for his eyes solely. οΏΌAnd when you try them on heβll get you to do a spin, which makes him a bit aroused. The way the fabric hugged your body and the bell around your neck makes him want to pounce on you.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ an obsession with your thighs! When he sees you from a distance, his eyes are immediately directed at your thighs. It's one of his favorite places to put his head, and he wouldn't mind if you smothered it. As long as he died between your thighs.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ loves to laugh at you with the help of a laser pointer. He thinks it's the funniest thing in the world when you leap from wall to wall to grab the red dot. He also owns these feather toys so you can concentrate on him when you're not paying attention to him.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππ you kitten constantly, there would times where he forgot your name because of the constant usage of the pet name. Youβve seemed to earn the name because you could shrink and turn into a kitten. Which causes Kisuke to carry your little body around all day in his pocket. <3 Often checks his pocket to see if youβre still in there.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "πππ you okay in there, kitten?" Kisuke checked his pocket once more to see if his lover was still in there, he didnβt want to drop and lose you again. Your sharp e/c eyes opened and meowed loudly while using your paw to cover your eyes from the sunlight making its way in. "Ah, Iβm sorry kitten." Kisuke chuckled at your adorable behavior you couldnβt talk in your cat form so he learned how to read your gestures and meows. Right now you were telling him to close his pocket and stop letting the sunlight in. You meowed once more as Kisuke scratched his cheek, "No need to curse now!"
ππππ ππππππ.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππ was the sweetest when it came to you. He thought you were the most valuable thing he ever had. Just thinking of you, his heart can melt in a few seconds. Every morning, he called you so you could prepare for school on the phone. He just wanted you to shrink so he could carry you for the whole day <3.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ couldn't count on his fingers or his toes the many times he lost you because you went to take a nap somewhere. He remembered vividly how he panicked when he realized you werenβt by his side anymore, it felt like he lost a pair of diamond earrings in the ocean when he lost you. But with help from Ichigo, Orihime and Chad, they found you lying in a tree near his home.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "ππππ down Uryu! Weβre going to find them." Ichigo deadpanned at the teenager who checked under every pebble in the park while mumbling curses under his breath. "Shut up!" He snapped at the orange-haired male who glared at him before rolling his eyes. Heβs never saw Uryu so upset over something before. "Where was the last time you saw them?" Chad watched as Uryu climb tree to tree looking for you. "When we were walking back from school! I looked away for one minute and they were gone!" Uryu exclaimed as Orihime helped check tree after tree. Orihime tilted her head at the foot hanging out of the tree, she walked closer and closer only to see you snoozing in the tree while wearing your boyfriendβs jacket. "I found them!" Orihime pointed to the tree as Uryu traveled quicker than the speed of light. "How did they even get up there?" Ichigo gazed into the tree at your sleeping body. "Itβs not important! Now help me get them down."
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ the weekends he does nothing but spend the day snuggling up in bed with you, with a book in one hand while the other scratching your ears continuously. But once you crawl on top of him he would quickly put the book to the side so he can cuddle you properly. οΏΌ
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππ didnβt want you to lift a finger, which explained why he did almost everything for you. From tying your shoes to carrying you around the building. Plenty of people found your relationship adorable, considering they never thought of seeing someone like Uryu carrying someone around school the entire day!
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππ Byakyua, heβll spoil you endlessly. Since youβve became his lover he made you his number one priority and brought you everything you wanted. Did you want that new scratching post? Heβll buy it with no thoughts behind it. Seeing you happy was more important than anything in the world.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππ heβs busy with hollows and what not he leaves your favorite toys around and plays your favorite music that puts you to sleep in an instant. Once he comes come heβll see you sleeping with a pillow against your chest, wishing it was him instead.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ makes the cutest clothes for you! Not to mention he loves making cute matching hats for you during winter, the look on his face when he sees you wearing his designs always made you laugh. Almost everything in your closet was made by Uryu, when people asked where it was from you always said your boyfriend made it for you. <3
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "πππ they . . . matching?" Ichigo poimted at the couple who wore the same hat along with the same jacket. Orihime eyes sparkled at the sight, she considered you and Uryu to be the cutest couple in the school. "Ah! Look at L/nβsanβs ears! Do you see them?" Orihime pointed at your ears poking from the hat because your ears Uryu cut two holes in the fabric so your hair wouldn't have to struggle and be kept away. "Here you go, my love." Uryu passed the hot chocolate to you with your eyes lighting up. Uryu eyes softened at your lovable behavior, "Thank you Uryu!" You took a sip of the warm chocolate drink as Uryuβs cheeks heated up slightly. "Itβs no big deal, I only get the best for you."
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Kisuke Urahara & Satoru Gojo
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TW: angst, mentions of smut, addiction
Kisuke and the reader have a friends with benefits type of deal going on
You never slept well in someone else's bed. Especially not Kisuke's. He always kept his room freezing, making it all the harder for you to sleep through the night. You woke up again and again, shivering, pulling his sheets tighter around yourself, though it was futile.
The sun had just begun to rise when you woke again, still trembling, aches rattling in your hips and core. You shuffled and tossed as gently and quietly as possible, trying to find a more comfortable position to see if you could squeeze in just a little more sleep.
Kisuke stirred next to you, causing you to tense up and freeze. With your back turned, you couldn't see him, but sensed his movement, heard his tired sigh as he sat up and fumbled around for something. Then, there was more weight, more warmth, added to your body as he pulled another layer of blanket over your shivering form.
He breathed another sleepy sigh before stilling once more, so easily whisked back into his slumber. You pulled the new blanket up a little higher, shutting your eyes more contentedly, though you still couldn't drift off so easily, not with your mind already planning out your escape, calculating where your various clothes were scattered and how you were going to put them on and gather your keys as quietly as possible, how you were going to slip out without having to face him, without having to see what he looked like with the early light pouring in through his window.
You could hardly sleep again, not with how loud your mind was and how you wished for the safety of your own bed. You creeped out from under the covers, wincing and freezing when the bed creaked under you. After confirming that Kisuke was still sleeping, you kept moving, tip toeing along the floor as you pulled your panties back up, clipped your bra on, threw your clothes back over your drained figure. You clenched your keys tightly off of his bedside desk, careful not to let them jingle.
It was about to be a success as you headed for the door, ready to slip out into the morning without a trace.
But then he called your name, his voice hoarse with exhaustion, not asking for you, demanding you. You reluctantly turned to face him, laying on his back with his chest exposed, staring at you with an intensity that made your chest burn.
"Why are you always running from me?" Kisuke asked, keeping his voice level, no hint of what emotion hid behind his question.
"I'm not running." You stood like a deer in headlights. You were running, just not fast enough, and now you were going to get hit.
"You're sneaking out," he observed, tucking his hands behind his head. "You always do."
You never expected him to say anything about it. It wasn't the first time you'd been caught, but it was the first time he was calling you out. It made your cheeks burn with embarrassment, to be seen by him in this way. Why now?
"Sorry," was all you could manage.
"I was inside you last night," he reminded you.
"What is this?" You asked him, clutching your keys tighter.
"I'm just curious," he said, his lips pulling into a grin. Just like that, his wall was back up, the easygoing, nonchalant facade. "Go on. I won't hold you up any longer."
Your mind, body, and heart were at war. A sudden wave of sadness pummeled you, and you knew you had to get out quickly. You weren't going to cry in front of him, especially not when he had that stupidly handsome grin on his face.
So you ran without looking back, an emptiness rapidly expanding in your chest. You knew what this was - an addiction, a poison, like any other drug, a bad habit you couldn't quit. You clung to the little joys and pleasures - the names he called you when he was inside of you, the innocent kisses he peppered along your nose and forehead, the demand that you look him in the eye when you took him in your mouth or when he took you in his, the promise, when you came, that you were his. My girl. Mine. You replayed those moments in your head over and over again until they weren't enough, until you needed more again, another dose. And then, like any high, there was always the crash - like right now. Anxiety, sadness, numbness, and the cold. It was always so cold.
When you were in the confines of your car, you sobbed, clutching at your chest, wishing you were anybody but yourself. Maybe if you had just a little more love for yourself, a little more backbone, a little more respect, you wouldn't run. You'd demand affection, you'd demand warmth, and if you didn't receive it, you'd leave and never come back. You'd ask for more blankets instead of shivering violently to the point where you couldn't sleep. Maybe you'd even curl up against him. You'd touch him and let him touch you without it having to be sexual because yes, you were inside me.
I was inside you last night. It was incomplete. Where was the rest of what he wanted to say? I was inside you last night, and now you can hardly look at me? You can't stay longer? You can't even wake me up to tell me goodbye?
It made you cry angry tears now, cycling through the stages of grief all in one morning. How could he expect you not to run? He always noticed how cold you were too late. If only he had pulled you into his embrace instead of turning away, or give you clothing of his to stay warm. If only he had just made it clear that he wanted you to stay, that you weren't a burden or just a body taking up extra space in his bed. You may have been running, but he sure as hell wasn't doing much of anything to chase after you.
You had your own sentence to complete. You were inside me, and now you can't even hold me?! You can't even ask if I'm warm enough?! If I'm okay?!
Alone again, you piled on as many blankets as you wanted. You dried your tears and you caught up on the sleep you missed when you were too afraid of how big your heart was and too afraid that he would hear it beat for him. You ignored the biggest fear of all, that you'd never stop running, that it would always end in this way, with you, alone.
A/N: woke up cold, sore, and not in my own bed this morning + can't stop thinking about Kisuke, and what do ya know, it inspired me to write this !!! i'm a BIG irish exit girly, for better or worse :') (probs worse). i'm also extremely passive and avoidant, all this to say, this is definitely a personal piece. i promise im fine !! im much happier than i used to be, but alas, healing isn't linear and sometimes those bad habits like to creep back in.
to anyone who feels like they're alone, who feels like their heart's too big for this world and their passion too loud, i promise you, you're not alone, and please don't ever stop being the beacon of love and light that you are. take care of yourself. set boundaries. be vulnerable. be LOVE
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Food for Thought - Chapter 3: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Dessert After Midnight)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Summary: You often wonder why you feel so alone even when you spend time with other people. An outsider even in a packed room. But a chance work project with Urahara Kisuke provides a strange comfort... so strange that you continue to spend time with him after your project is over.
CW: self-esteem issues, kissing, alcohol consumption, embarassment
Read on AO3 here.
Monday scaries were very real to you. As your alarm rang, you rushed through your apartment trying to get ready. Thankfully your commute wasnβt long, and you were at your desk in no time.
You werenβt the first one in the office, but as others trickled in, you nodded to them as you began to focus on your work for today.
βHow was your weekend?β Hanatarou asked innocuously.
βMy weekend,β your brain flashed at the thought of you making out with Kisuke yesterday, your face heating up in the process. βUm, well, it was fine! Nothing new or excitingβ you laughed nervously.
Hantarou nodded, βsometimes you need those weekends. I had the same as well.β You thanked the heavens that Hanatarou minded his own business, as he got into his own work for the day.
The two of you, and the rest of your unit, were so engrossed in work. You were absorbed with your analyses and debugging that you didnβt realize it was lunchtime already. You glanced at your phone and saw a text from Kisuke. Sighing deeply, you closed your phone; you werenβt ready to face him.
But your stomach growled as you went back to your work. It was no use working on an empty stomach. You peered over your cubicle and whispered, βHanatarou, why donβt we have lunch together?β To which he nodded. The two of you went to a place he preferred to eat at.
Kisuke frowned as he saw that you didnβt read his message. Lunch was ticking away, and you didnβt respond.
You were ignoring him.
As Kisuke left his office, he wandered through the halls to the balcony overseeing some of the other units, where he noticed you and another employee. He narrowed his eyes as you were laughing at something your companion had said.
Kisuke didnβt like the relaxed look on the manβs face. Or the way you were at ease around the man. Kisuke walked back to his office, his computer screen mirroring yours as he looked through your files. He set an alarm on his phone for a few hours from now, as he went back to his project.
You got out of your seat and stretched your back, sighing as you saw the time, 2:30β¦ still have some ways to go. You wondered about getting a coffee to stretch out your legs.
βThere you are,β your body tensed as you turned around, Kisuke at the entrance to your unit, βI texted you, but you didnβt respond.β He sheepishly laughed.
You could see some of your coworkersβ gaze curiously at him and then back at you.
No, no, no! I donβt want this attention. You began to panic. βI didnβt see it, sorry β I had lunch with Hanatarou today.β Hanatarou nodded his head politely at Kisuke, before returning to his work, his headphones blasting music.
βI didnβt text about lunch,β Kisuke smiled, playing it cool. Your face got warmer as you fished for your phone. His text to you was sincere, βI hope you have a good day today. Yesterday was fun. Hope we can talk sometime later in the day.β
And now you feel guilty. Why am I avoiding him?
βI came by asking if you wanted some coffee?β
Without saying a word, you grabbed your things and pushed him out into the hallway. Kisuke grinned as he held your hand. You shook his hand from yours as the two of you made your way towards the elevators. You were frazzled by his appearance, but didnβt say anything, looking at the ground away from him. Your face felt hot again as memories of yesterday flooded your mind.
But the ding of the elevator snapped you back to reality. You were on autopilot as you pushed the down button β Kisuke was talking, but you werenβt registering what he was saying.
βYou didnβt answer my question,β he laughed.
βHuh? Sorry, what was it?β You asked, confused.
βLetβs date.β He gave a sly smile, leaning down. Your heart raced as you tried to comprehend what he just said. Date? Me?! No way. Nope. Nope.
βThatβs not a question.β You blurted out. But before he could respond, the elevator pinged opened, and you quickly jumped in.
Unfortunately for Kisuke, but fortunately for you, other people had the same idea of leaving the building for a break. People were chatting away as the elevator dinged along, while you and Kisuke stood next to each other in silence.
Once the elevator reached ground level, you immediately rushed through and quickly walked as Kisuke tried to catch up to you. He frowned that you werenβt looking at him β he had to change his plan.
βI have another recipe I want to try.β
βI donβt believe you.β You remarked, still refusing to look at him. You bolted into the coffee shop, with Kisuke fast behind you.
As you stood in line, you felt guilt welling up inside you. Kisuke was trying to talk to you, and for all intents and purposes, he probably was as flustered as you. Shouldnβt you give him a chance?
You took a deep breath, the line slowly moving in front of you. You turned to Kisuke, βletβs talk more once we grab our drinks, ok?β
βAlright, but Iβm paying.β
You couldnβt say no to that.
The two of you walked to a parkette near the office. It was a big enough space that people can pass freely through, and it gave you enough space to talk freely in private. You sipped your drink as Kisuke drank his. No words spoken between you two as you stared at the small fountain in the centre of the park.
βSoβ¦ whatβs this recipe you wanna try this time?β You asked, giving him a glance.
βHow do you feel about oyakodon?β Kisuke asked, taking another sip.
Your eyes immediately lit up, βitβs one of my favourites!β
Kisuke gave a small smile as he saw your reaction, βitβs mine too, actually.β He lied.
βIβm more than happy to teach you then.β You gave a shy smile, βjust noβ¦ funny business, ok?β
βFunny business? What do you mean?β He teased, inching closer towards you. Your body felt warm again, as you struggled with the different thoughts racing through your mind.
Heβs just being a jerk.
But what if he isnβt lying?
No one really likes me.
And with that thought, you didnβt notice you gave a sad smile. Kisuke frowned.
Your mind raced and drifted between your insecurity and hope. βDo you want to come over Saturday or Sunday next weekend?β You asked.
βLetβs do Saturday, Iβll bring the groceries again.β Kisuke gave a small smile.
βYou can just buy the chicken, I already have the other ingredients.β You said, making a note in your phone β this time you wonβt be surprised.
You knew you should head back to the office, but you wanted to stay with him some more. βI canβt stay for long, so Iβm gonna go back up.β
Kisuke nodded, a lazy smile on his face, βdonβt keep me waiting tomorrowβ he teased.
What happened next surprised him β you gave him a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek and dashed back inside. He lightly touched the spot where your lips were, a blush growing across his face. For once he was shocked, surprised even β what a curious woman he thought.
You felt flushed and anxious as you went back to your cubicle. You chugged your coffee as you quickly skimmed your emails and work messages. No, you totally didnβt kiss Kisuke goodbye, nope. It was just you slipping forward and your lips coincided with his cheek.
Your face got hotter after realizing what you had done. You quickly reached for your phone, typing an apology to him, but you stopped typing as you saw him typing something.
βNext time, you can greet me with a kiss tooβ he texted, a laughing emoji followed.
Your face had never felt this hot before. You decided to turn off your phone and go back to work.
After work, you agreed to grab drinks with Rangiku and whoever she could wrangle to join for a Monday night bar run. With what had transpired during your afternoon break, you wanted a drink to ease your nerves. You sat with her in a booth, a few glasses between you two, as the two of you watched Izuru and Shuhei from the Legal and Compliance division play a drinking game.
Maybe I should ask Rangiku about what I should do you thought to yourself.
You took a large sip of your drink, the alcohol burning your throat.
βWoah, not like you to drink that much that quickly!β Rangiku commented.
βI have a question ββ you felt a bit lightheaded, but kept going, βand if itβs personal, donβt answer it.β You took another large gulp of your drink.
Rangikuβs eyes widened, and then she gave a sly smile, βwhat do you wanna know?β
βHow long did it take for you and your partner to have your first kiss.β
Rangiku blinked at the question, then gave a hearty laugh.
βIβm serious!β
βI know, I know!β She said, fanning herself, βitβs just a cute question.β
You remained silent, waiting for her to answer.
βI think it justβ¦ happened?β She shrugged her shoulders. βThere wasnβt a particular thing we were doing, there wasnβt anything special we had doneβ she said, her eyes softening. βWe were just in my apartment watching a movie and I thought how lucky I was to have someone who made me so happyβ Rangiku giggled, βand it didnβt help that heβs so handsome.β She lowered her voice, a gentle smile on her face as she reminisced, βI just gave him a big kiss then.β
βHow long did it take you to kiss him?β
βMy, my, is there someone you want to kiss?β Rangiku teased.
βNO!β You shouted, getting the attention of Izuru and Shuhei, you gave a nervous laugh.
Rangiku raised her eyebrows, but was too curious to stop, βyou can tell meβ¦β
You downed the remaining alcohol in your glass, coughing from the burn, all the alcohol you consumed was finally hitting you at full force, βyes β I like kissing him a lot.β You mumbled, mishearing her question.
βWho?β
But the alcohol was too much for you at this point. You couldnβt focus on Rangiku or her question, the room felt like it was spinning. Rangiku frowned and immediately called a ride home for you.
Rangiku was surprised you held in your alcohol for the duration of the ride. You seemed, content, staring off out the window of the car. She didnβt press further about who your crush was, but she also couldnβt hold back her curiosity.
Thankfully your home wasnβt far from the bar. She kept you close, worried you would stumble around.
βDoes he know you like kissing him?β Rangiku asked as the two of you approached your unit.
βNoβ¦ he probably thinks I donβt like him.β You mumbled; your eyes began to water.
βWhy donβt you tell him you like him?β She asked, helping you take off your shoes.
ββs too hardβ¦β you muttered, βHe probably doesnβt like meβ¦β
Rangiku sighed loudly, βI wish you saw yourself the way me, and this lucky guy, sees you.β She gave you a tight hug, petting your hair. βSometimes youβre your own worst enemy.β She scolded, dragging you to your bedroom.
βFineβ¦ fine,β you grumbled as you reached for your phone.
Your eyes were getting heavy and tired, but luckily Kisuke was still at the top of your messages. Rangiku could only watch as you mumbled and typed something into your phone, then fall over into your bed.
Rangiku gently smiled as she tucked you in, βI hope you dream of your lover boy.β
You woke up to the sound of birds chirping and an incredibly dry mouth. You jolted out of bed, feeling the immediate rush of pain.
You remembered drinking with Rangiku, and her helping you home. You grabbed your phone to thank her for last night.
But the colour of your face drained when you saw what you had texted last night.
βI really, really like kissing you.β
βA LOT.β
Kisuke Urahara had read your messages.
Thanks for your patience and to @worldsetfree for beta-reading this chapter! I hope you guys enjoy this :D.
Food for Thought - Chapter 1: Blini with caviar and crème fraiche
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Summary: You often wonder why you feel so alone even when you spend time with other people. An outsider even in a packed room. But a chance work project with Urahara Kisuke provides a strange comfort... so strange that you continue to spend time with him after your project is over.
Content warning: Reader is written with self-esteem issues/insecure thoughts, food is a large part of this story. Kisuke will become a yandere in this, he is also promiscuous. This chapter has no smut, but it will become very NSFW soon.
Read on AO3 here.
Chapter 1: Blini with caviar and crème fraiche
βYouβre still up for karaoke tonight, right?β Your co-worker Hanatarou asked, as he peered over your cubicle.
You smiled brightly at him, eyes filled with mirth, βof course! I donβt back down from a challenge, especially one from Madarameβ you snickered. Hanatarou laughed as he thanked you again for agreeing to come with him to a singing showdown. You knew Hanatarou since you started working at the Senjumaru & Hikifune Diagnostics Company. While you and Hanatarou were new in your roles, you sensed that there was an ongoing rivalry between your department and Madarame Ikkakuβs - the marketing team.
But before you could figure out your song list for the night, your manager, Sarugaki Hiyori shouted for you, βOi! Cβmere quick. I got a new project for you, newbie.β
It had been over two years since you started your job here, but you couldnβt help but laugh at Sarugaki still calling you βnewbieβ, but the casual behaviour you two shared was something you appreciated in your role.
βI got a new project for you.β Hiyori explained, walking you towards the meeting room. βThe higher ups were impressed with how you dealt with the immune checkpoint inhibitors assessment.β
βThank you, but it was a team effort after all.β You explained, which was true to a degree, but you were the lead analyst on the project.
βDonβt be so modest,β Hiyori scoffed, βanyways they want you to do a review on the prefectureβs medical imaging inventory.β
βI see, but thatβs not my area of expertise, wouldnβt Akon or Nemu be better fits?β You asked, knowing that their team, led by Kurotsuchi Mayuri, were the health technology team.
βIn all other cases, yes, but they turned down this project.β Hiyori huffed, entering the empty meeting room. βThey said some bullshit about other projects of theirs being of higher priority.β
Well, thatβs fair you thought, but Hiyoriβs face looked like she didnβt buy it. βFrom the look on your face, you donβt think itβs true.β You laughed as she clenched her notebook.
βItβs because they donβt want to work with the consultant tied to the project.β Hiyori explained, her scowl growing deeper. βNot like I want him to work with you either.β
βIβve worked with frustrating consultants in the past, Sarugaki-san.β
βI know, I knowβ Hiyori sighed, looking dejectedly at the window. βThis guyβs annoying, and frankly, just plain weird.β She admitted. βI worked with him for a short while, he wasnβt completely a bad guy then. He just gets on my nerves.β She explained, honestly.
βWell, if you were able to tolerate him, then it should be fine.β You said, wondering what type of person would not only upset Hiyori (who was already quick to anger) and Kurotsuchi-san (who was already easy to annoy). You figured this person must have been normal to some degree, since the two people who have worked with him were a bit odd in their own ways.
Your manager explained in more detail the work youβd be doing and the finer technical details of the expectations senior management had for you. βThe consultant is an expert in this field, which is why heβll be assisting you on this. Apparently, he used to work for the national health board way back when.β Hiyori explained, as you diligently took notes.
βAnyways, thatβs about it. I sent him a meeting invite to this board room in 5 minutes. Iβll email you everything we shared for your records. I gotta bounce, but send me a message if anything comes up.β Hiyori waved you goodbye as you sat alone in the room.
You checked your phone, scrolling through your calendar for the week. You were relatively social at work, with colleagues sending you invites to things to see, do and eat. You didnβt see the harm in participating, and you werenβt much for drinking to begin with, so you made sure your colleagues got home safe. Either way, you were appreciative of them inviting you out.
Five minutes turned to ten, and still no show of this infamous consultant.
You continued scrolling through your phone, going through your social media accounts. Acquaintances from school and previous jobs, were sharing engagements, wedding photos and many other milestones. You couldnβt help but smile sadly, with cold, belittling words ringing through your head.
This stuff isnβt meant for me anyways. You thought, as you continued to scroll through your feed.
It wasnβt until you saw the time, that almost half an hour had passed. You began to type a message to Hiyori about the no-show consultant, until he barged through the door.
Pale, disheveled blonde hair, and what you assume a white button down and a poorly tied dark green tie around his neck under a brown sweater, paired with dark grey slacks.
He immediately grabbed your hand and gave you an intense handshake. The suddenness threw you off and confusion was evident across your face.
βAh, sorry about that! Iβm Urahara Kisuke the technology consultant, and I suppose youβre the analyst Iβm working with?β Urahara-san asked.
You nodded your head, while you flexed your poor hand that was caught off guard by his tight handshake. You introduced yourself and offered him a seat next to you. The two of you went over the technical details and scheduled to meet again tomorrow before your lunch break. Your phone began to buzz as your coworkers and friends began to barrage you with texts.
βMy my, you really are popular.β Urahara teased, as he stared at your phone with curious eyes.
You couldnβt help but feel embarrassed from his comment, βno, not reallyβ you explained, βI agreed to karaoke tonight, thatβs all!β
Urahara gave you a soft smile, βthat must be nice. Karaoke sounds wonderful. Have a great time.β You thanked him for his time today and rushed off to your coworkers.
He wasnβt so bad. You thought, as your coworkers waved at you near the elevators. You told them to wait for you in the lobby as you grabbed your belongings, unaware that Urahara was watching you from the hallway.
The karaoke bar was lively. Drinks were ordered, snacks were shared and laughter erupting from your private booth. You smiled at your friends who sung along badly to old pop hits, and laughed as they sang dramatic renditions of tearful ballads. You sang along, clapping with them, until you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder.
βI heard you met Urahara Kisuke today.β Rukia quietly whispered.
You stopped clapping and turned to face her as the rest of the room kept singing along.
βOh yes I did Kuchiki-san! He was quite polite and knowledgeable. He really knows his stuff.β
Rukia gave you a puzzled expression, βreally? I heard heβs kind of shady.β
βItβs funny you say that, my manager said that as well, and she mentioned Kurotsuchi-san saying something similar.β Rukiaβs face turned to one of concern, βbut Iβm going to be meeting with him for the rest of the month, so Iβll tell you if anything interesting comes up.β You laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
βOk, but just be careful. I heard from Rangiku at Payroll that they werenβt able to fire him because he has deep connections to some of the executives.β
That surprised you. The company itself was old, nearing 50 years (or so they say). You didnβt know much about Urahara Kisuke as his field of work was different from yours. You made a mental note to look into him later tonight. βWhat was it that made them consider firing him?β You were curious to know why everyone youβve spoken to about him, had such poor opinions of the man.
βIβm not sure, I heard he was doing insider trading?β
βReally!?β You exclaimed, βwouldnβt the cops be involved then?β Pointing out the discrepancy within the rumour.
βOhβ¦ yeah..β Rukia was stumped, βIβll ask Rangiku next time I see her then. Maybe she doesnβt know either.β
βOr maybe itβs just a baseless rumour?β
Rukia gave you a look of uncertainty, βjust be careful around him, ok? Rumours start from somewhere you knowβ¦β
You laughed her comment off and treated her to favourite snack. You were left with an uncomfortable feeling the rest of the night and excused yourself to leave early.
At home, you looked into Urahara Kisuke. Several of his papers came up, all of them focused on some aspect of biomedical engineering. You saw a Kurotsuchi-sanβs name come up frequently as a collaborating author, and another person, βAizen Sosukeβ come up. You ran a quick search on him and saw he was working as a professor in the top university in the country. Nothing else came up in your search though, which left you more questions than answers.
You always tried to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, and Urahara-san was no different, maybe itβs just a baseless rumour after all. Whatever the case may be, work was work, and you resigned yourself to be professional and complete the project to the best of your abilities.
You had meal prepped your lunch for tomorrow then prepared for bed. You still couldnβt shake off everyoneβs comments today, so you hoped sleep would wash the thoughts away.
It had been several weeks now of meeting with Urahara-san. Your time with him made you doubt the comments made by your colleagues and friends when you first started the project. Now it was nearing the end of it, and if anything, if someone were to ask you to describe βUrahara Kisukeβ, you would say he was a βcurious, yet brilliant man who tries to be funny.β You laughed at yourself when you remembered the terrible βjokesβ Urahara-san made, but he was certainly an interesting person.
Today was your last meeting with him though, and a small part of you was sad. You liked spending time with him. You watched him skim your report on the laptop screen with an intense focus, typing in tracked changes sparsely in between.
βIβm impressed!β Urahara said to you, βyou really nailed this review. I know the execs will love it.β
You smiled at his compliment, βIβm flattered, Urahara-san, but itβs your vast knowledge that really helped me. I wouldnβt have even known to look in the formulary database and disability policies!β You said, shaking your head.
βThey really are right about you.β Urahara remarked in a serious tone.
You looked at him with curiosity.
Urahara chuckled and in a teasing tone, βthat youβre incredibly studious and hardworking! I barely did anything.β
βWell I have to say people are wrong about you.β You beamed at him, βpeople were telling me all sorts of rumours about you, and to be cautious.β
Urahara raised his eyebrows, but let you continue on.
βBut youβre actually quite friendly and diligent.β You give an awkward laugh, βand Iβll miss working with you.β
Urahara looked surprised. He had never heard that before. Most people found him, in some ways, too difficult to work with. His unorthodox approach to analyzing and finding results, and dubious ethics, made finding people to work with slim to none. Yet here you are.
They really are right about you. He thought to himself. It bothered him, to some degree. Initially he wondered what angle you would be playing at while working with him. Would you fish him for gossip? Would you be a bother and ask about his past research? An annoyance who wanted access to his connections, his work?
No, none of that came up. You approached him with sincerity and kindness, something he wasnβt dealt with in his years of working as a researcher.
βUrahara-san, if you have some time,β you ask, your face growing warm, βwould you care to join me for lunch?β To say he was startled was an understatement, but he accepted.
βIs that all youβre going to eat, Urahara-san?β You ask, noticing his canned coffee and prepackaged rice ball.
βOh this,β Urahara laughed, βI had a hearty breakfast, so I wanted a light lunch.β He lied to you, while wearing a large grin on his face.
βIf you want, you can have some of my food.β You offered to him. βI donβt think thatβll last you through the afternoon.β You gave him a sheepish smile.
Uraharaβs eyes widened, but he chuckled, waving you off. But you were full of surprises, you pushed forward your lunch to him, βwhy donβt you have some of mine?β Your face grew hot as you began to ramble, βI know I may not look it, but Iβm a pretty decent cook.β
He was hesitant, but the earnest tone in your voice, and the way you avoided his eyes told him enough. He picked up the utensil and took some food for himself.
Uraharaβs eyes widened but quickly shifted. βMy, you certainly know your way around the kitchen!β He joked, a slight smile on his face as he noticed the way your eyes avoided him, but the pleased smile on your face.
It felt unusual to him, to enjoy someoneβs company like this, it put him on guard. He would listen to you talk, watch your reactions, and try to rationalize what you wanted out of him. But before he could make a definitive conclusion, your lunch break was over.
βThank you for spending your lunch break with me, Urahara-san.β You said softly, βif youβre free the rest of the week, Iβd like to do this again.β
His mind raced, maybe you were interested in something more personal from him, his under-the-table work, maybe you were sent by Kurotsuchi or the higher ups to investigate him.
But a small part of his brain knew that wasnβt right, heβd have to get to the bottom of this. βYes, Iβd love that.β He gave you a smile.
Two weeks had gone by where, for the most part, you and Urahara had lunch together at work. You were dismayed by his lack of lunches some days. He would say he was too busy to prepare something, or having a larger breakfast made his appetite quite small. But you had your suspicions.
βUrahara-san, whatβs your favourite meal to cook?β
Urahara made an exaggerated sigh and cupped his chin, βwhy lately, itβs been what youβve shared with me at lunch.β
You couldnβt help but laugh, βIβm serious! Iβd love to know what you make. I want to try new recipes.β You gave him a sincere smile.
Itβs what bothered Urahara about you, you were too sincere, too earnest with someone like him. He suspected you didnβt know the actual rumours surrounding him, and a part of him hopes you never do. His heart, much to his dismay, would flutter seeing you smile, seeing your eyes light up. He would watch, as he wandered around the companyβs different units, how you interacted with other coworkers and colleagues. You were polite and friendly. Soβ¦ disarming.
Urahara let out a sigh, it would be so easy to let you go if you were only spending time with him for nefarious reasons. He wouldnβt have had any qualms about leaving you high and dry. But even on the weekends, he would send you a short text, something about how your weekend was going.
A small part of him was growing jealous at how you would hang out with some of your coworkers after work. Your social circle seemed so large compared to him⦠but he wanted to be at the centre.
βI donβt have one. I canβt say Iβve cooked much for myself.β Urahara murmured, scratching his head.
You looked at him with shocked eyes, βno way! Not even scrambled eggs?β
Urahara let out a laugh, βok, maybe one.β He looked at your now empty bento that he had nibbled on, βif you have the timeβ¦β
You looked at him with such an eager expression, the knot in his stomach tightened, as he tried to ignore the thudding of his heart. He wouldnβt act on feelings; this was a plan to let you slip up what your real reasons were to spend time with him.
βWould you teach me how to cook?β
And as he suspected as much, and denying his own relief from your words, you agreed. βWhy donβt you pick a recipe you want to try and you can come over to my house on Sunday?β
βSure,β Urahara said, his brain already laying down plans to ensnare you, βbut wonβt your boyfriend mind if I come over?β He asked, with a hesitant look on his face.
βIf I did have one, maybe!β You laughed, βYou donβt have to worry about that, trust me.β You looked away from him, a sad look on your face. Urahara narrowed his eyes, but before he could ask more, your smile was back, βjust let me know what ingredients to buy.β
βDonβt worry about that.β Urahara said, βIβll bring the ingredients. Itβs the least I can do since youβre offering your kitchen.β
βOh alright! Thank you for going through the trouble.β You smiled, βlet me know how much it is and we can split the bill.β Urahara laughed at your comment, you really were so honest.
βNo, itβs on me. Especially after feeding me lunch these past few weeks.β
You let an awkward laugh, before avoiding his gaze. βMy only request is that,β Urahara lowered his voice, bring his face close to yours, βdonβt invite anyone else β I want your undivided attention.β
THANKS FOR READING MY FIRST CHAPTER!!
I've already have drafted over 5 chapters for this story and I have an ending in mind for it too. As a personal goal, I want to complete this, so I hope you join me along for this ride!
π Kisuke Urahara Headcanons π
warning: smut, explicit content & language, 18+mdni
also an appreciation post for him cause heβs too underrated imo. My face just lightβs up as soon as he appears on screen. Comfort character π«Άπ»
@darthwhorecrux as promised so you wouldnβt miss itπ«Άπ»
Kisuke treats you like an complete Goddess. You want your back or feet massaged? He massages you. You want that dress? He getβs it for you. You want a fucking castle?? Hell he even getβs that for you. Everything you desire in this world.
Kisuke loves receiving oral from you. Donβt get me wrong, he is also good at giving oral but he loves seeing how you make a mess of yourself. The sloppier & filthier the Blowjob, the better. He also loves if you deepthroat him & use a lot of saliva.
Kisuke is a pervert needy man. Heβll fucks you everywhere he can if heβs horny. Even if that means fucking you behind an apartment building in the pure daylight. He has no boundaries at all & probably wouldnβt even notice if youβll get catched to loss in the pleasure.
Kisuke is sooo funny & silly. Thatβs why you fell in love with him in first place. He never fails to make you laugh even if you are in a bad mood or had a rough day. But he can get serious as well if the situation requires it.
Kisuke his dick is not too big but not too small. Just the perfect size of about 19 cm. Not to thin but also not to thick but really firm. Slightly crooked & extremely veiny. Stubbles like on his face are apparent.
Kisuke is really kinky. Breeding Kink, Choking Kink, Exhibitionism Kink⦠you name it. He wants to try everything with you as long as you are comfortable with it of course and if not? He makes you comfortable with it.
Kisuke has like i said a Breeding Kink. But that doesnβt implies only your pussy but every hole he can possibly fuck. Stuffing your mouth full with his cum, your pussy or even your assβ¦ he loves seeing how you drip & leak everywhere and it turns him on even more seeing you completely knocked up.
Kisuke is such an affectionate lover. Hugging you all day, giving you kisses.. telling you how much he loves & adores you.. heβll do anything to make you smile.
Kisuke knows what heβs doing when he fucks you. He knows how to use his cock to make you see stars. He will make sure you cum all the time and not even once. His biggest pleasure is when he sees how good heβs making you feel, that is his top priority.
Kisuke loves sloppy, wet, messy sex. He loves to oil all your body up, giving you a sensual massage before he then pounds your pussy all night. Plus point when you squirt for him, like i said the messier the better. He would be that kind of guy who would slap your pussy, to make you squirt even more on him.
Kisuke is not afraid to be vocal. In fact he moans so loud, that they are even overpowering your own moans & whimpers. Growling, grunting and prepare for a switch between deep & high pitched moans when heβs about to climax.
Kenpachissluut π«Άπ»
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Kisuke x Reader : New Dress?
Hi!!!! So I tried to write a little blurb/oneshot for first time!!!! I hope yβall enjoy! Feel free to leave feedback! I had my friend choose the character cuz I couldnβt decide and she said Kisuke just looked like he served so !!!
Only warning is slightly suggestive?
W/c: 400
The sun was gleaming on Karakura town. The weather was finally nice enough to where your new sundress that had been hung up awaiting the day it finally saw light. It had a fitted top with a deep sweetheart neckline and a lace lined skirt, that perfectly swayed at each rock of your hips.
When Kisuke had scene you open up the door to his shop, he was not prepared for the sight before him; the sun beaming across your side shining along your hair in the soft breeze and guiding his eye down your figure in the dress. He was almost happy his face was covered with his fan as his jaw dropped upon seeing you. His eyes lingered on the plunging neckline as well as the bare legs that were exposed to him, and he so wished to see the remainder that hid underneath that skirt.
βGood morning Kisuke!β Sheβd said almost too sweetly for him. He replied in his usually bubbly manner as she strided up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek unbeknownst to him, leaving a stain in her wake as she giggled at the sight. The bold color against his pale skin making quite the statement.
βThatβs a new dress isnβt it?β Asked Kisuke still a little shocked at the unknown outfit before him, as he was usually the reviewer for the try-on haul after shopping.
βYes! I got it as a little present due to working so much back during the holidays, and since the weather is finally nice enough, I thought itβd be perfect for today! What do you think?β Her eyes flickered up inquisitively with dashes of excitement about the item as he pondered looking her up and down for another few moments.
βIt looks quite good on you. But I know how it would look better. . .β He slowly puts his hands on her waist giving a slight squeeze.
Knowing full well of the thoughts of this perverted businessman she leans over towards him, giving quite the teasing view to him, making him look her in the eyes for a moment before looking back. βAnd how would it look better hmmm??β
He opts to lean forward and stand having her over his shoulder and striding to the bedroom while shouting to Tessai, βClose shop for today. Itβs such a nice day might as well enjoy it!β
The only man Iβd let manipulate me πββοΈ
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soft Kisuke you have my heart <3
I love my lonely, silly, manipulative king πββοΈ
A sad little Kisuke WIP, his puppy eyes make me wanna RIP MY SKIN OFFFFFFF URGH
TW: smut, we all know Kisuke a freak :P
Kisuke's shy s/o who he'd been pleading with to sit on his face for some time now, you thought tonight may be the the night that you've worked up enough courage to agree to it.
"Kisuke?" You approached him timidly.
"Hm?" He was only half paying attention, busy at work on something in his shop.
Here it goes. Fear caught the words in your throat, but you forced it down, swallowing hard. "Would you want to try that thing you've been mentioning?" Hesitation, and then, "you know, sit - sitting on your face?"
At the sound of that, he perked up, nearly letting what he was doing clatter to the ground. After almost dropping a handful of gadgets, he carelessly tossed them aside, turning his body square with yours. "Right now? You're serious?"
You took a step back. "If you're too busy-"
He grabbed your waist, pulling you back in. "Never too busy for you, sweet cheeks." He grinned. "Especially if it's for that. I'm just a little surprised. What made you finally come around to the idea?" He was swaying you in his hold, his tone flirtatious, setting butterflies loose in your stomach (and pussy).
You shrugged. "It makes me nervous, but I want to try it. I can't be a scaredy cat forever, can I?"
"Cutie," Kisuke mused, dipping his head to nuzzle his nose against yours, his hat poking your head. He took it off and held it to his chest earnestly. "You have nothing to fear. I'm gonna make it worth your while. You know I will, yeah?"
"Mhm." You nodded, reminiscing on your previous escapades with him. He never fell short of satisfying you, that's for sure. You simply worried you weren't going to be enough for him. Or too much.
But to be so insecure with your goofy, eccentric, open-minded boyfriend, it was nonsense. You weren't going to let it dictate your experiences, especially when there were so many delicious ones to be had.
"Let's quit wasting time hangin' around here then." He whisked you inside, headed for the bedroom, unable to contain his eagerness.
This wasn't your first tango with Kisuke. You comfortably got undressed with him, ending up bare in his lap, drooling into his mouth at the feeling of your flesh against his, your curves soft amongst his chiseled figure. Everything was going fine, and you were dripping without even needing him to touch you down there. Everything was going fine until he was pulling away from your lips and laying back, getting into position.
Your mind immediately started to conjure worst case scenarios; suffocating him, injuring his neck, anything and everything that absolutely wouldn't happened but that still held so much power over you. It made you want to back out, to change your mind. Seeing him look up at you with that lazy smile that was so different from the panic settling into your features, panic that was quickly dissolving your pleasure, made you climb out of his lap and kneel at his side, covering your chest.
"Uh oh." He raised his eyebrows. "What's going on?"
"You're sure it won't be too much?" You fretted, arms curling tighter around yourself. "I won't be too heavy?"
"Don't worry about me." He laid a hand on your thigh, giving it an affectionate squeeze. "I think I'm definitely more excited for this than you are," he chuckled, gesturing to his hardening cock.
It was enough to make you giggle for a moment, but as soon as you were looking back at his handsome face, worrying about being on top of it, you couldn't budge.
"I can handle it just fine, angel," he continued to talk you down from your anxiety gently, though you could sense his patience was running thin with the way he groped your thigh. "Don't look so worried. Just relax and enjoy it. Can you do that for me?"
You sighed, too quiet for him to hear. "I'll do my best."
"As will I. I don't think you'll have an issue once we get into it." He smirked suggestively.
You still didn't move, brows crinkled and mouth pulled into a frown.
In his expectant stare, you could see the gears turning in his head. Kisuke thought back to the first few times you laid with him, how you were just as shy and reluctant. He'd gotten you out of your comfort zone before, and he could do it again. "Want me to get the lights?"
You nodded eagerly. A little darkness could definitely help. That way you wouldn't have to see clearly how vulgar your thighs looked around his head.
"You got it, pretty." He shot up and gave you a rushed kiss on the cheek before bouncing off of the bed, hitting the lights and plunging the room into darkness, nothing but the moonlight to guide the way.
You dropped your arms back to your sides, breathing a little easier as Kisuke got back into bed, resuming his position. There was a peacefulness, a safety that came with the darkness at a time like this. Your racing heart was slowing. You climbed back over him, straddling his lap, stealing some more kisses before it came time to place another pair of lips on his.
He was groaning impatiently, trying to keep his hips down from grinding up into yours. You lifted your head and started to crawl upwards, attempting to smoothly transition into the deed. You dared a glimpse down at Kisuke, who was smiling like a kid in a candy store.
"Ready?" You giggled at him.
"So fucking ready baby." He snaked his hands around your thighs.
You inhaled sharply, closing the distance and lowering yourself down.
You hadn't put your full weight down yet. His nuzzling into you from below, warm, wet tongue delving into your folds, was a shocking jolt to your system. You gasped and twitched, subconsciously lifting away slightly, running from his tongue.
"All the way down," he ordered from beneath you, his deep voice vibrating through your core.
"But-!"
His fingers dug into your thighs, a silent warning. He wasn't a punishing lover by any means, but he made it known that he didn't like to be disobeyed.
You worried for him, but orders were orders. You sank down, finally fully sitting on his face. He hummed contentedly below you, going back to making out with your soaking cunt.
Your nerves were quickly replaced by your pleasure, and sitting atop him now, it felt silly to ever be afraid of doing such a thing. This was Kisuke. Where you were now felt like where you were always meant to be with him. You had thought it unnatural, but with his tongue diving in and out of you, you felt closer to nature than ever, an animalistic desire springing to life from within.
He devoured you with that same wild energy, a predator sucking the life from its prey. Your whimpers and pants fueled him to suck your clit and tongue-fuck you hungrily. It was his personal heaven to have you on top, but still his little plaything, making a mess on his face, but still a mess yourself, losing control when you normally held onto such a thing with a vise grip. He liked to be able to take care of you in this way. It was everything he imagined and more.
Your own mind was blown, waves of pleasure racking through your body. Without meaning to, you caught yourself rolling your hips against his face, stopping and stilling out of decency. But Kisuke didn't want you to be decent. He was blindly fumbling for your hip, pulling on you to encourage you to keep riding his face, to use him to seek out your own pleasure. With his permission, you continued to hump his mouth, white-knuckling the headboard for support. He was humming and groaning against you, sending new waves scattering through your torso.
Your thighs were trembling around his head, upper body falling forward as you struggled to keep upright. The longer he relentlessly carried on, the more desperate you became, tugging on his blonde locks, dragging your slick against his lips with fervor. He never once let up, even as you drenched the entirety of his mouth, chin, his stubble, everywhere. If he was struggling, he didn't let it show in the slightest, taking it like a man.
Heat and pressure churned in your abdomen, making you sweat and taking the sense out of you. You had been reborn, an entirely different person from the one you were earlier. The shy girl had been replaced by one who was crying loudly and shamelessly, fucking her boyfriend's face with a longing to cum. It made Kisuke's own private area twitch, his tip swollen and leaky, imagining the feel of your sopping cunt around it. His hips were lifting on their own accord, flinching each time you sobbed out a moan. It was agony and ecstasy at the same time, feeling your pussy throb against his tongue, hearing you approaching your climax, but denying his cock the experience.
Your body shuddered and weakened with your orgasm, arms hanging like jelly against the headboard. So as not to suffocate him completely by falling over him, you dismounted from your position atop his head, unceremoniously collapsing at his side with a mess between your legs. His face was even worse, glistening with your essence as he gasped for air, but he was smiling stupidly, triumphantly, drunk off of your pussy.
"My cutie scaredy cat," he said huskily with labored breaths. "You did so good."
You melted at his praise, snuggling into him and whining shyly into his neck. "Felt so good, Kisuke," you mumbled. "Thank you for taking such good care of me. It wasn't too difficult for you?"
"Difficult? You kiddin' me?" He chuckled smugly. "That's my new happy place, so I hope you're not pretending that you enjoyed it. We'll be having a lot more of that now that you're acquainted with it."
"Oh, I think I'm more than acquainted." You laughed elatedly. "Maybe next time I'll let you leave the lights on."
"Good. Want to get a good view of my pretty lady and her pretty pussy." He winked.
The way he said it with such casualness, it made you want to give him that view right now. Your eyes drifted down to his dick, still somewhat hard and neglected.
"Have energy for round two?" You were surprised to hear yourself say. It was your pussy talking for sure. "I can turn the lights on and get back on top," you suggested. "But this time, I can give you some help with that." You nodded towards his length.
Kisuke easily picked up what you were putting down, eyes widening, he couldn't be more excited that he was going to have you sitting on his face twice in one night and once in the 69 position. He groaned and cursed under his breath. "You're killin' me. Of course I've got energy for round two. Just don't be surprised if I cum quick. He's been through a lot already." He gestured between his thighs.
"We can make it a fun little game." You grinned deviously. "Who can make the other cum first?"
"Oh, you're on, sweets. You'd better be careful what you wish for, though."
βBeer is supposed to be shared between friends~β
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A quickie inspired by a fanfic I couldnβt get out of my head :P
@whitefoxfiction sent this fic to me (THANK YOU FOR BLESSING MY EYES) and itβs by @electronicwitchcollection (Bleachbabe23 on Ao3). Itβs a NSFW oneshot and itβs SO GOOD. Iβll try and link it in the comments CAUSE YβALL NEED TO READ IT.
All these amazing fics are killing me, so many ideas from them to draw, so little time :β)
Pssst...there's smut down there ππ»
"I don't get jealous," Shinji claimed.
You believed him. After being together for quite some time, he never showed the slightest hint of jealousy. Men approached you, mistaking you for being single, asked for your number, complimented you, asked you out, etc. etc, and all the while, Shinji would grin and laugh each time you told him or even when he was there. He never minded the affection you received from others, and if anything was proud that he was dating such a bombshell. That was all until you were tossing your head back in laughter at something Kisuke Urahara said, clapping your hand over your mouth, eyes crinkled and him smirking satisfactorily as he watched your reaction, side-eyeing Shinji as if to say, "you seeing this? She thinks I'm funnier than you!"
Shinji didn't get jealous, but now watching you laugh at Kisuke's goofy remark, he had nothing but murder on his mind, narrowing his eyes at the green-eyed, blonde-haired shopkeeper and silently daring him to tell another joke. If he got you laughing again, he swore he'd kill him. Who did he think he was, making his girl laugh when that was his job?
You hadn't noticed how mad it got Shinji, not until later that night when he was pounding into you ruthlessly, pinning you down to the mattress and grunting angrily into your ear from behind, "you think he's funnier than me? Think he could fuck this sweet little pussy as good as I do, huh?"
"No, no!" You promised Shinji, crying out as his pelvis snapped against your ass, drilling into you deep and hard. "No one makes me as happy as you do! And no - no one fucks me as good as - fuck - you do!"
It was music to Shinji's ears, having you reassure him in this way. Truthfully, you didn't know he was capable of getting so worked up over the way another guy interacted with you or vice versa. Your laughter was mostly forced. No one made you giggle as hard as Shinji did, and no one certainly fucked you as good as he did.
But if making him jealous meant you were going to get manhandled in this way more often, you may have had to find more ways to bring his jealousy out of him.
He was so cruel to you, slapping your ass shoving his fingers down your throat, pinching your nipples, and it had you cumming around him harder than ever, singing out praises and promises that he was the only man for you. It had him cumming hard too, collapsing over you and pulling you tight against him as he rubbed your sore bottom and peppered kisses all along your face and head.
"I really mean it when I say that no one makes me happy as you do," you told him, drawing invisible hearts onto his chest. "I hope you know that."
"I know," he murmured against your temple. "It just pissed me off - watching that bastard make you laugh so hard. You have the prettiest laugh. I was feeling protective over it, I guess."
"You're sweet, but my laugh sounds like a foghorn," you giggled gently.
"I'm super into foghorns then," he remarked. "Makes my dick hard."
"Kisuke is too," you teased.
"Oh," Shinji said sharply. "You're trying to get your ass spanked again."
"Perhaps," you grinned deviously.
"Bad girl," were the last words he uttered before pulling you into an equally viscous and soft round two, intimately reminding you that you were his and his only.
He still would never admit that he did in fact get jealous from time to time, but you didn't mind. You were grateful to have someone who was as protective and caring as Shinji, and to have someone who made love to you with as much intensity as him. If only he could be you for a day and know how in love with him you were, you were sure he would never feel jealous ever again.
P.S. I love my silly man Kisuke too don't come for me π
TW: FLASHES
my legs are wide open