#Shunsui had Jushiro for coping sex

[noodles114]

|| SPOILER || I feel like Shunsui's intense drinking habit definitely stems from when his brother died. Like after that he just took to the numb feeling of the bottle. Especially after Yamamoto and Jushiro 'die'

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

These Lonely Nights

ft Jushiro Ukitake

A/N: Well I felt a little called out today when I saw how many people were asking if I write for Bleach anymore. I get it, I've been on a JJK kick lately, but I have not, and WILL NOT, forget my first anime crush. So here's a piece for my beloved Ukitake taicho. This may look a little self-indulgent and it is, ngl, but the reader is still quite featureless.

Warnings: 18+, sex, vaginal fingering, oral, mentions of illness and losing a loved one

Pairing: Jushiro Ukitake x thick!fem!reader

Word Count: 2786

Jushiro Ukitake is a man who understands duty. Duty as a captain to his subordinates. Duty as a mentor to his students. Duty as a friend to those in need. But for the past few weeks, he felt like he had been inadequate in his duties as a husband. It was an insecurity he always felt whenever a sickness spell came over him and all he could do was rest and stay in bed.

As his wife, you knew what it meant to marry him. And there was never any regret there. Jushiro was many wonderful things; kind, considerate, and gentle. And oh so handsome, with his long beautiful hair framing his oval face and perceptive eyes. His commitment and dedication to squad 13, his craftsmanship with a sword, and a sharp sense of wit to top it all off. And he was in love with you. Some nights when you are getting ready for bed, all you can do is stare at his sleeping face, the ridiculously long eyelashes resting on his cheeks, hardly daring to believe that he is yours. 

You knew marrying him meant having to care for him, that sometimes, it meant you would find yourself doing things on your own, and learning to not be needy when he had to rest. You knew it would mean sometimes you would wake up at night because his breathing sounded off and it frightened you that something would happen to him if you dared fall asleep. It meant that sometimes, all you could do was spend time at home instead of going out and pursuing other forms of entertainment. 

But it also meant having a tight-knit circle of people who accepted and embraced you. Sentaro, Kiyone, and Shunsui were frequent visitors. His lieutenant Rukia became your best friend. People were always coming and going, and it made it easier to cope during his bad days. It meant having him, all to yourself. 

The past couple of weeks had been rough though. Some members from Squad 4 had practically lived in your house during this time. One of the aides had slept on a futon on your bedroom floor, and the thought of sleeping together with someone else in the room had made you uncomfortable. So you slept in one of the guest rooms that the large Ukitake household had. You missed him at night, missed his warm body spooning you, his soft breath on your neck. But you knew he needed the aide from Squad 4 more than you at the moment, and you couldn’t begrudge him for this. 

Once squad 4 had confirmed Jushiro’s health, they had moved out a few days ago. Jushiro seemed to be in good standing, and you were relieved that you could finally share a bed again. But you missed other things. You wished for physical intimacy but given that he had just started to recover, you settled for snuggles, and long talks while lying down together, looking deeply into each others’ eyes. You didn’t want to rush him or make him uncomfortable. 

Jushiro notices the shift in you. You talk to him normally, are as open as ever with your affection, and not ignoring him in any way. But he knows something is bothering you. And it makes him guilty. He knows you have never, nor ever will, hold his illness against him but he does wish he could do more for you. With his strength coming back now, he knows he must open the conversation. 

It’s night. You have just finished having a bath and stepped back into the bedroom from the attached bathroom. Jushiro is already in bed, finishing his cup of tea. As you enter, the towel wrapped around your body, his gaze wanders, looking at the beautiful curves of your body, the generous hips and thighs, and the long cascade of ebony hair coming down your back. Thoughtlessly, you let the towel fall and begin to rub lotion on yourself. The way things had been the past couple of weeks, Jushiro was already asleep, or too weak to really admire you, so stripping down in front of him had just become part of the process. You couldn't let your disappointment show, that he didn’t seem to take an interest in your body. That was a selfish thing to think, given what he had gone through.  

You hadn’t really thought about it since this had become your norm. But he was looking at you now. The fact that you did all of this so mechanically, not even glancing back to see if he was watching you, made his heart ache, made him see how lonely you had been during the last spell. 

“Y/n”, he said softly.

You turn around, eyes immediately widening in concern. Your breasts swing slightly with the motion, the lotion bottle clutched in your hands. 

“Are you all right?” Not even thinking about your nakedness, you hasten towards him, one hand reaching out to check his pulse, the other going to his forehead. 

“I am fine. Please stop fussing over me.” His warm hand gripped your wrist. Your face relaxed after hearing his words but a look of confusion took over. 

“I should finish getting ready for bed. Do you need anything else? More tea?”

“All I want right now is you.”

Your heart skips a beat and all you can do is stare at him. “Ok. Just give me a minute to get into my pajamas.”

“You’re fine the way you are.” Jushiro smiled at you and his grip on your wrist tightened. His eyes beckoned you to join him. 

There was no way you could refuse him. You allowed yourself to be pulled under the sheets. His loosely tied kosode was open and laid your head against his bare chest, your naked body pressed against him. Longing stirred in your chest but you didn’t want to initiate anything for fear that it might be too soon and you would cause him to over-exert himself. You breathed in the scent of his skin, a kind of musky, floral scent that you had become familiar with. 

His hand stroked your back, sending tingles down your whole body. Damn, the hold he had over you. Here you are, using all the strength you had to not do anything, and it seemed like he was trying his hardest to break you.

“Jushiro,” you say, looking up at him. He had a soft smile on his face. “I think I should-“

“Talk about how you are?” He asked, cutting you off mid-sentence. You stare at him, at a loss of words.

“How I am?” You ask incredulously. “You just recovered from a really nasty spell. I’m fine. It’s you that went through hell these past few weeks.”

“Ah. But it wasn’t just me, was it? You went through hell too.”

A knot formed itself in your chest. Truth be told, yes, the past few weeks had been hell for you too. The feeling of being helpless, of losing this man who took too long for you to find, the worry of how long you had between this spell and the next.

“I know you hide your feelings from me.” Jushiro pressed a kiss on the top of your head. “I know how much you’ve gone through. I know that you bore most of it alone.”

To hear it said out loud, the validation of your experience, almost brought you to tears. Instead, you shook your head. “I married you knowing everything. I do not mind bearing it alone. I just need you to be all right.”

“And I need you to be all right too.”

Your eyes met and unconsciously, the gap between both of you started to get smaller. At the very last minute, you hesitate. “Jushiro, I don’t want to do something and set you back. You just started getting better.”

“Didn’t I tell you to not fuss over me? I am better. But I know I will be even better if my wife kisses me.”

So you obliged, and the sweet meeting of your lips caused the tears you had been fighting to rush through. You missed him so much. His hands ran through your hair and he pulled you closer, molding your body to his.

“If everyone is taking care of my needs, then who takes care of yours, darling?” He whispered the words against your lips before kissing you deeply again. You open your mouth to receive his tongue and every soft movement triggers the want you had been shoving down. 

You break apart, his thumb softly wiping away your tears. Your foreheads touch. “I am your husband. Let me show you how much I missed you.”

He twisted his body so that you were pinned under him. Gracefully, he shrugged out of his kosode, his hard chest pressing against the softness of your breasts.

“You are so beautiful, love.” He leaned up on his elbows and gazed lovingly down at your face. “Let’s give you some attention.”

He kissed you again, and the kiss was full of longing. You are not fighting it anymore. Your hands comb his hair, running down his back, your nails lightly scratching him as you do so. You could feel his hardness pressing against your thigh.

He broke the kiss to nibble at your neck, your ear, your collarbone, each small bite sending delicious shivers down your body. His beautiful, large hands were stroking your shoulders, your breasts, coming down to your stomach. He took his time, placing small fluttering kisses all over your neck, coming back to your lips, and leisurely coming down to the valley between your breasts where your heart was beating like butterfly wings caught in a strong breeze. 

You shiver at the feel of his mouth, his lips, his hands, feel his reiatsu climbing as desire claims him. His slowly moves from the valley up to the curve of your breast, then you feel wetness gently playing with your nipple and a moan escapes you. Your hands tangled in his hair; it had been so long and his movements were making you needy. He stayed there for a minute, letting his tongue do the work, listening to your sighs, and the way your body wriggled under his. Deftly, his long fingers hold your other nipple captive, softly squeezing and pulling, until you feel yourself melting under the sensation of it all. 

“Jushiro…” You manage to gasp, and you feel his mouth curve into a smile against your breast. He keeps this up for a little while longer before moving his mouth back to your lips. His other hand takes over your abandoned nipple as he moves his tongue over yours, swallowing your sensual cries. The intimacy of everything after the time apart was unbearably sweet. You can’t hold back your greed as you curl your fingers around his neck, as though he’d slip away in between your fingers if you didn’t. 

Your body twitches under his as he runs his hands down your sides, mouth coming down to the softness of your belly, gripping the luscious flesh of your plushy thighs, lips kissing every inch of your sensitized skin. His hands part your legs, squeezing possessively, and licked up your inner thigh, fingers stroking the softness on the other. 

He seemed to have gotten his full strength back, because the hands that gripped your round ass were firm, the muscles in his body on display, his skin no longer having that pale, sickly quality to it. This was Ukitake taicho, leader of squad 13, your husband, showing you in whose possession you belonged. Your breath strangles in your throat as he nudges your sex with his nose, inhaling, remembering the sweet smell of your arousal, before licking a wet line up from your core to your clit. 

“Jushiro…!” His name tumbles from your lips like a prayer, and he lays his tongue over the perked bud, lapping softly between your slickened folds. For you, its the relief of knowing you get to experience him like this again. A cathartic release after the stress and tension of watching him struggle to recover his health. 

You moan, gripping the sheets, rocking your hips against the rhythm of his tongue, sweat slickening your body as he pleasures you. A wanton sound leaves you and he gently closes his lips around your clit, sucking devotedly, his green eyes never leaving your face as you sob with delight. Your entrance is moist and fluttering, desperate for something to help ease the throbbing need of being empty. Ukitake’s long, beautiful, fingers insert themselves and your moan turns into a loud whine, feeling stretched out as they make scissoring motions inside you before probing that sweet little patch inside you. 

The combined stimulation had you cumming instantly. There was no warning, just the gradual buildup before it felt like you were pushed off an edge. You cry out in pleasure, his name slipping from your lips in reverence as waves of gratification flood your system. Ukitake places a tender, final kiss on your clit before coming back up and closing his mouth over yours. 

You taste yourself on his lips, hands impatiently pulling down his underwear to free his leaking cock, tip dripping with precum, standing at attention, waiting for your direction. Your thumb swipes over the tip, hear him groan loudly before you grip his length and pump him softly. It’s been a while and he bucks into your hand, teeth gritted at how sensitive he is. You keep this up, lips unwavering as both of you move and adjust your bodies, the familiarity of each other not requiring the kiss to break. Your legs part, your fingers gently resting on the underside of his cock, and tip him into your wetness. He loves this gesture, the small push of your fingers like an invitation, giving non verbal consent, and he slips in, buried to the hilt, his breath tickling your neck as he gives himself a minute.

The soft, wet, velvet of your sex hugs him securely and he moves, the intimate touch stealing the breath from both your lungs. There was no need to rush. His subordinates had made sure to finish his reports, and he intended on making good use of their hard labor. His hips rut into you lazily as your fingers trace his face, his lips, his jaw, pushing back the long white curtains of hair from his face as soft sounds of pleasure escape you. His eyes are hazy as he looks at you, love drunk and amazed at how responsive you are to him, bringing your foreheads together, your breath exchanging in the air, as your breasts bounce with each passionate thrust. 

“I missed you,” he whispers as he leans up and arches his body into a perfect CAT missionary position, your legs wrapping automatically around his waist to enable the motions as the base of his cock rubs against your clit while the rest of his length strokes in and out of your pussy. It was all slow and romantic, losing yourself in those intense green eyes that reminded you of forest leaves.

As you feel your pussy start to spasm regularly, your grip tightens on his back, and he continues the slow, constant rhythm, friction hitting your clit. He was close too, and it was taking all his effort to not bury himself into you and fuck you for his own selfish pleasure. Your whimpers turn into mewls as you finally hit a peak, second climax of the night pulsing through you, almost lazily and leisurely, pussy fluttering as you cum around him. 

The little spasms around his cock make him lose control, need taking over sensuality and he chases his climax, primal instiinct taking over as his fingers dig into you body, leaving bruises and he allows himself to succumb. He makes a guttaral noise as his climax grips him, abdomen tensing and cock twitching as he cums, spilling into you. 

The night is filled with heartfelt catching up and several more rounds of lovemaking. As you see the faint sliver of the sunrise peeking in through the window you sigh and snuggle against him. 

“Better try to get some sleep, before those subordinates of yours come barging in for duty.”

He chuckles, pulling your naked body against his. “Oh don’t fret. Just tell them I’m still not up to resuming my duties just yet. Let’s use tomorrow for ourselves.”

“Oh?” Your eyes sparkle as he smiles mischeivously. “Why taicho how…unruly of you.”

You squeal as he flips you onto your back, ready to show you again how much he had missed you. 

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[inmensapotentia]

🍇 - Shuuhei 🍊 - Jushiro 🥝 - Shunsui 🍓 - Izuru

🍇 - Shuuhei - how would my muse describe their childhood?  how much has it impacted the person they are now,  or will become as an adult?  around what age did they or will they start to mature,  and why?  do they wish to go back to their days as a child,  or have they embraced adulthood?

Shuuhei did not have the easiest childhood. He doesn't remember his human life, but he was found in the Rukongai as a small child. While one would think that being 'adopted' by a small noble family would have improved things, instead it made his childhood worse as he was only taken in to take care of their young son. Which meant he was very happy when he was able to join the Academy. He matured early, at least as far as being able to mostly deal with whatever life throws at him, but he does have a playful side. It is just limited as to when it comes out. He is happier as an adult, feels more able to be himself. Even if he keeps a lot of things locked down even now.

🍊 - Jushiro - does my muse desire romance?  is it something they would actively seek out,  or prefer to happen more  ‘  naturally?  ’  what is their love life like?  do they have any exes or past flings,  or crushes?

Juushiro is 1000% a romantic at heart. He just hides it a little better than Shunsui does. For him its generally a 'oh, that's happened' thing where he's realized there is a space in his heart for the person. He doesn't limit himself to loving only one person, he and Shunsui have both realized they have far too much love to give for one person to take it all. There are several people within the Seireitei that could simply tell him they were interested and he would be happy to give them what it is they're interested in.

As for when he is actively involved with someone, they will get little letters left, food cooked, gentle touches, forehead kisses, cuddles and anything else they want. Especially post TYBW where Juushiro is more healthy, he is able to explore more things that had once been beyond him. At the same time, sex is not a required part of being involved with him either so long as there are other forms of intimacy.

🥝 - Shunsui -   does my muse have any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits,  interests,  and  /  or talents?  do they hide it,  or are they proud of it?

Being as old as he is, Shunsui really isn't sure what counts as unusual habits or interests. He knows he has a few silly rituals, things like needing to make his bed in such a way that it is ready for him to crawl in at a drop of a hat, or the way he'll lay on the porch next to the gardens just to listen to the water, the repetitive tapping is soothing to him. He doesn't hide much, but isn't exactly gonna brag about things either. They just are in his mind.

🍓 - Izuru -  how is my muse typically seen by others?  does it ring true to who they really are?  does their reputation matter to them?

Kira is well aware that most everyone sees him as weaker than most the Lieutenants. In a way, he agrees as he truly isn't the strongest physically. However, he knows that he is stronger than many when it comes to his ability to mentally cope with things. Everyone knows he should have pretty bad PTSD at this point, but as far as he's concerned, he's not traumatized. He's learned lessons he may not have been fond of learning, but he refuses to let them change who he is at the core. As far as what people have to say about him? That he could give very little effort into caring about.