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Kisuke sure had a car crash after taking this picture

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 wasn’t long, and you were at your desk in no time.

You weren’t 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.

“How was your weekend?” Hanatarou asked innocuously.

“My weekend,” your brain flashed at the thought of you making out with Kisuke yesterday, your face heating up in the process. “Um, well, it was fine! Nothing new or exciting” you laughed nervously.

Hantarou nodded, “sometimes you need those weekends. I had the same as well.” 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 didn’t realize it was lunchtime already. You glanced at your phone and saw a text from Kisuke. Sighing deeply, you closed your phone; you weren’t 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, “Hanatarou, why don’t we have lunch together?” To which he nodded. The two of you went to a place he preferred to eat at.

Kisuke frowned as he saw that you didn’t read his message. Lunch was ticking away, and you didn’t 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 didn’t like the relaxed look on the man’s 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, 2:30… still have some ways to go. You wondered about getting a coffee to stretch out your legs.

“There you are,” your body tensed as you turned around, Kisuke at the entrance to your unit, “I texted you, but you didn’t respond.” He sheepishly laughed.

You could see some of your coworkers’ gaze curiously at him and then back at you.

No, no, no! I don’t want this attention. You began to panic. “I didn’t see it, sorry – I had lunch with Hanatarou today.” Hanatarou nodded his head politely at Kisuke, before returning to his work, his headphones blasting music.

“I didn’t text about lunch,” Kisuke smiled, playing it cool. Your face got warmer as you fished for your phone. His text to you was sincere, “I hope you have a good day today. Yesterday was fun. Hope we can talk sometime later in the day.”

And now you feel guilty. Why am I avoiding him?

“I came by asking if you wanted some coffee?”

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 didn’t 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 – Kisuke was talking, but you weren’t registering what he was saying.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he laughed.

“Huh? Sorry, what was it?” You asked, confused.

“Let’s date.” 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.

“That’s not a question.” 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 weren’t looking at him – he had to change his plan.

“I have another recipe I want to try.”

“I don’t believe you.” 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. Shouldn’t you give him a chance?

You took a deep breath, the line slowly moving in front of you. You turned to Kisuke, “let’s talk more once we grab our drinks, ok?”

“Alright, but I’m paying.”

You couldn’t 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.

“So… what’s this recipe you wanna try this time?” You asked, giving him a glance.

“How do you feel about oyakodon?” Kisuke asked, taking another sip.

Your eyes immediately lit up, “it’s one of my favourites!”

Kisuke gave a small smile as he saw your reaction, “it’s mine too, actually.” He lied.

“I’m more than happy to teach you then.” You gave a shy smile, “just no… funny business, ok?”

“Funny business? What do you mean?” He teased, inching closer towards you. Your body felt warm again, as you struggled with the different thoughts racing through your mind.

He’s just being a jerk.

But what if he isn’t lying?

No one really likes me.

And with that thought, you didn’t notice you gave a sad smile. Kisuke frowned.

Your mind raced and drifted between your insecurity and hope. “Do you want to come over Saturday or Sunday next weekend?” You asked.

“Let’s do Saturday, I’ll bring the groceries again.” Kisuke gave a small smile.

“You can just buy the chicken, I already have the other ingredients.” You said, making a note in your phone – this time you won’t be surprised.

You knew you should head back to the office, but you wanted to stay with him some more. “I can’t stay for long, so I’m gonna go back up.”

Kisuke nodded, a lazy smile on his face, “don’t keep me waiting tomorrow” he teased.

What happened next surprised him – 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 – 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 didn’t 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.

“Next time, you can greet me with a kiss too” 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.

“Woah, not like you to drink that much that quickly!” Rangiku commented.

“I have a question –“ you felt a bit lightheaded, but kept going, “and if it’s personal, don’t answer it.” You took another large gulp of your drink.

Rangiku’s eyes widened, and then she gave a sly smile, “what do you wanna know?”

“How long did it take for you and your partner to have your first kiss.”

Rangiku blinked at the question, then gave a hearty laugh.

“I’m serious!”

“I know, I know!” She said, fanning herself, “it’s just a cute question.”

You remained silent, waiting for her to answer.

“I think it just… happened?” She shrugged her shoulders. “There wasn’t a particular thing we were doing, there wasn’t anything special we had done” she said, her eyes softening. “We were just in my apartment watching a movie and I thought how lucky I was to have someone who made me so happy” Rangiku giggled, “and it didn’t help that he’s so handsome.” She lowered her voice, a gentle smile on her face as she reminisced, “I just gave him a big kiss then.”

“How long did it take you to kiss him?”

“My, my, is there someone you want to kiss?” Rangiku teased.

“NO!” You shouted, getting the attention of Izuru and Shuhei, you gave a nervous laugh.

Rangiku raised her eyebrows, but was too curious to stop, “you can tell me…”

You downed the remaining alcohol in your glass, coughing from the burn, all the alcohol you consumed was finally hitting you at full force, “yes – I like kissing him a lot.” You mumbled, mishearing her question.

“Who?”

But the alcohol was too much for you at this point. You couldn’t 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 didn’t press further about who your crush was, but she also couldn’t hold back her curiosity.

Thankfully your home wasn’t far from the bar. She kept you close, worried you would stumble around.

“Does he know you like kissing him?” Rangiku asked as the two of you approached your unit.

“No… he probably thinks I don’t like him.” You mumbled; your eyes began to water.

“Why don’t you tell him you like him?” She asked, helping you take off your shoes.

“’s too hard…” you muttered, “He probably doesn’t like me…”

Rangiku sighed loudly, “I wish you saw yourself the way me, and this lucky guy, sees you.” She gave you a tight hug, petting your hair. “Sometimes you’re your own worst enemy.” She scolded, dragging you to your bedroom.

“Fine… fine,” 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, “I hope you dream of your lover boy.”

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.

“I really, really like kissing you.”

“A LOT.”

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.

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."