#kyoraku smut

[muzansfangs]

How they eat you out.

Starring: Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader; Unohana Retsu x f!reader; Zaraki Kenpachi × f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dom!unohana, dom! shunsui, dom!zaraki, sub!reader, switch!shunsui, oral sex (f!reader receiving), oral sex (unohana receiving), vaginal fingering, praise kink, overstimulation, male masturbation, size kink, creampie, dirty talk, vaginal sex;

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

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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Shunsui Kyoraku.

A master of seduction and the seven deadly sins, he would spend hours eating you out for hearing the sweet chant of moans and whimpers you sang for him. There is not a position you have not tried before, but his unrestrained thirst for you and his untainted desire to make you climax on his tongue made him opt for one that granted him the chance to palm himself and jerk off while exploring the depths of your core, coating his fingers and lips into his personal favorite nectar.

Kneeling in front of you, with your back flattened against the wall, Shunsui grasped one of your legs and draped it over his shoulder, his eye flicking up to check on you as he pushed the soaked fabric of your underwear to the side. Sex with him was intense, but never rough. He took care of you, led you safely towards the apex of pleasure.

"Let me taste you, please" he hoarsely pleaded you, your fingers threading the soft strands of his dark chocolate hair in anticipation.

You sighed, his hot breath fanning your wet folds making goosebumps raise on your thighs. Your reaction did not escape his eye, his mouth latching onto your skin and leaving a trail of wet kisses all the way up to your pussy. Yet, he did not dare to touch you directly, not until you gave him your explicit consent. He needed to hear it from him.

"Please, please, darling, please... Just say the word and I will lavish that pussy until you have no more strength to stand without me supporting you" he purred, teasingly kissing your bundle of nerves.

Electricity coursed through your veins, a shaky breath leaving your lips as you delicately pushed his head back towards your pussy "Feast on me. I'm all yours" you whispered, watching in awe as the Captain Commander grinned mischieviously up at you and proceeded in running his tongue flatly down your folds, before wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit.

Your knees buckled, a throaty moan ripping from your chest as you closed your eyes and lolled your head back against the wall. You knew that practice had made him this good, an ounce of jealousy always seeping into your mind whenever he masterly brought you to Heaven and back on Earth, now he was doing this to you, he was down on his knees to worship your body.

"Fuck! — you whined out, when a soft grunt erupted from his throat — Did I mention your eye-patch is hot?" you breathed out, enjoying the sight of your man spreading your labia with the fingers of his free hand while the other was wrapped around his shaft, busy relieving himself from the aching bulge driving him insane.

Shunsui delved his tongue into you, your fingers pulling on his hair a little tighter to brace yourself.

"Stop it or I will come in my hand..." he groaned, teasingly tugging with his teeth at your slippery folds. He perfectly knew what he was doing, but the sight of his dick in his hand was making you yearn for more.

You did not care if the act could be labeled as rude, demanding, or as a deliberate selfish way to assure yourself your climax, but you pulled his head back by his hair. Panting, quivering legs and a lustful gleam in your eyes you removed your leg from the top of his shoulder and motioned for him to stand up. The Captain Commander stood tall, his large frame a blanket of warmness enveloping you into his arms.

His hands rested flatly on the wall at your sides, caging you between it and his massive body. His stubble glistened in the dim light provided by the lamp on the nightstand and you cupped hos cheek in your hand, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

"Shunsui, I need more. Now" you murmured, your lips nipping on his earlobe as he glided his hands underneath your thighs and picked you up.

He did not say much, he simply rubbed the tip of his cock down your slick to collect your juices and he gradually, smoothly sheathed himself into you with a guttural groan. Your legs were tightly wrapped around his hips, once he began to thrust into you at a sensual pace, your moans sending him on Cloud Nine.

"I love you" he hoarsely said, gritting his teeth as he felt your walls clamping down onto him.

Your mind was fuzzy, but you had enough energy to cling onto him for dear life. Oral sex always led you two to want more and scream each others name at the top of your lungs. Because after all, when have you ever let him come in his hand? Never. He always busted his load into you.

Unohana Retsu.

Calm and collected, radiating a loving aura, she only showed her true colors to you. Not everyone knew about her past. If the stories about how she used to wield her sword to lead the Eleventh Division with pride and unadulterated cruelty had not come straight out of her mouth, you would have probably not believed them. It was hard for you to depict your girlfriend as a blood-thirsted woman who sat on a pile of corpses, crowning herself the queen of a despicable crew of professional assassins. Now, however, as you began to explore your intimacy, you could see some glimpses of her dark side.

The ferocity of such a beautiful and majestic woman claiming her place on the top of the food chain always left you speechless.

She was an attentive lover, overall. Albeit she never forced you to submit, she was pleased by the way you obediently obliged to her requests and never ceased to praise your natural predisposition to feed her inner cravings. Not selfish in the slightest, though, when it came down to oral she was so dedicated to the cause of bringing you joy and satisfaction that she did not hesitate to ask you to lay down on your back and let her give you an extrasensorial experience.

How? A passionate sixty-nine, naturally. Giving and receiving, according to her, allowed you the chance to focus on both your lover and on the warming feeling she provided you by swirling her tongue around your bundle of nerves meticulously. The remains of her former cold personality tended to resurface, whenever you engaged sexual intercourses. She rarely let you top, therefore she was the one to sit on your face during the sixty-nine.

She smiled softly against your dripping heat, the moment your thighs began to quiver. She knew exactly which spots to stimulate, when and how.

"You are doing such a good job. Your body is always so responsive" Unohana chimed, her breath slightly labored as she tried to restrain herself from moaning out your name at the way you sucked on her clit.

You did not answer, instead, you bucked up your hips to let her know how needy you were and how much you craved her touch. Sex with her was always so sensual it barely allowed you the chance to think straight.

She hummed at your shameless display of eagerness,  her hands gripping the plush of your thighs as she buried her mouth back into the warm cave of your pussy. Her tongue lapped at your folds viciously, leisurely when she flicked your clit, and she enjoyed how you started whimpering, neglecting the task at hand to give her pleasure as well.

"Oh my gosh! Babe, wait, if you keep on doing it like that I'll end up—" you piped out, your breath erratic as you tried to get her attention by squeezing her ass warningly.

But the First Kenpachi was not going to stop. Gently lowering her pussy onto your mouth once again, muffling your moans and whimpers. There it was, her real self, the wild woman she used to be.

"Coming?" she cooed, smiling against your pubes as you shut your eyes as nibbled at the glistening, puffy lips plastered over your mouth.

You could not take it anymore. Delving your tongue deep into her, you let it go. Waves of pleasure engulfed your nether regions and you released onto her tongue, as she let out a small whimper herself. Your juices dripped from her chin, her eyes fluttering opened while she straightened herself up, glancing at you from up above. Her braid undone, long and raven long hair draped over her smooth back. She looked dashing like that.

"My pretty girl is so good for me. — Unohana crooned, rotating her hips to create some more friction with your parted lips — Now, why don't you focus a little more and make me come too?" she asked you in a slightly darker tone.

Anything. You would have done anything for her.

Zaraki Kenpachi.

He does not eat you out, he devours you. You are his woman, for God’s sake, you deserve the best. Along with protecting you no matter what, this man would do literally anything to make you happy. Even though he does not waste any given chance to have you underneath him, so perfect and small compared to his large frame, Zaraki can somehow sense when you need some good treatment. What does it consist in? Having you sprawled over the bed, folded in half, your pussy ready for him to lavish and suck dry.

“It’s lunch time” he croaked out, as he pushed your legs to your chest and shot you a knowing look, prompting you to keep them up for him as he glided his index down your slick to tease you.

You two had such a chemistry in bed it was hard not to read each others minds. His fingers mapped out all the right spots your body with expertise, they explored you until you were left writhing and shaking under him. Although he was not known around for being a gentleman, he was far from being rough with you.

You trembled, when he slowly plunged his digit into you, the stretch already leaving you breathless, but it did not last for two much. He pumped it a few times into you, eliciting soft whimpers and whines from you that made his chuckle in amusement.

“Look at you. So small to even take my fingers, yet so wet you are dripping…” he noted, your cheeks heating up at his unfiltered remark.

You loved him.

When he removed his fingers, the man quickly shoved it into his mouth and made sure to savour your taste. His visible eye boring into yours as he grinned and buried his face down onto your cunt, his tongue lapping and sucking on your clitoris hungrily, air knocked out of your lungs temporary. Recovering from his assault was almost impossible for you, everytime was like the first.

“K–Kenny! O my God… Don’t stop” you whispered, your legs quivering as you struggled to keep them up from his to enjoy his feast.

“Keep them up” he groaned, delving his tongue into your core and causing you to gasp and grip the back of your thighs a little tighter to push them more towards your chest. But he knew you were struggling, he knew you needed help and he wanted you to focus on your pleasure above anything else.

Keeping his mouth busy on your pussy, messily licking and nibbling, he swatted your hands away and gripped your thighs roughly. Moaning loudly, as he kept your folded in half, you felt a familiar pressure coiling on your lower abdomen, your mind going blank as your orgasm washed over you violently, like a wave crashing over you.

Kenpachi truly had his own special way to kill you softly.

Author note.

Hello there! I’m so glad I managed to post this second part to ‘how they eat you out’. A third and, probably,last one is coming and it will include Shinji, Isshin and Grimmjow. I hope you have enjoyed this one! As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Until next,

X O X O

TAGS: @kr0wu @electronicwitchcollection @brittscafe @stygianoir @bleach-your-panties I dedicate this piece to you 💜

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KINKTOBER DAY 1 - Grooming: Shunsui Kyoraku x Reader

Summary: Paperwork, paperwork, and more paperwork. A surefire way for Shunsui's headache to appear. But before it grabs a hold of him, maybe visiting you, a hair stylist in the World of the Living, would give him a much needed reprieve. Also, his hair was in need of a trim anyways.

TW: MDNI! NSFW. Shinigami Shunsui Kyoraku (Post TYBW) with human Reader. I tried to make Reader a bit of a tsundere. Oral sex (fem receiving).

Word count: 2030

Read on AO3 here.

This is a two-parter, with the second part falling under Face Sitting.

Head Captain Kyoraku hung his head and sighed. Paperwork was so cumbersome, there was too many on his desk, too many to read and too many to sign. Damn… how does Nanao do all of this, he thought to himself, slightly regretting giving her time off.

Another sigh echoed the room as he tried to concentrate at the task at hand. Paper after paper, sighs followed by grumbles and muttering from reading strange contracts and requests. Shunsui recognized the familiar pain that was flaring in his skull.

He leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes to try and minimize the approaching headache. It was then, it hit him like a strike of lightning, a brilliant idea on how to get this headache to go away.

Not one to be too irresponsible, he left a message with Lieutenant Okikiba that he’d back shortly.

To see Mr. Kyoraku at your salon was certainly a surprise. You didn’t quite know the man, but he enjoyed your company after you first gave his curly brown hair a simple trim. He came in one day, as you were closing, then would randomly visit you. Sometimes this was when you were already busy with a client, waiting around until you were free, other times it was right when you were closing. The relationship you had was… interesting. You couldn’t deny the immediate attraction to him as he was so handsome, but he also came across as silly that you couldn’t help but laugh at some of his antics and comments.

At the same time, the randomness annoyed you to a degree, so you gave him your number. What shocked you was that it was almost as if he had never heard of a cellphone number before. He stared at the slip of paper with confusion across his face. You remembered that night as you had burst into laughter, and he followed up with, “you have a beautiful laugh” and a dashing smile.

And now, here he was again, showing up when you had just finished with a client, making his way to a seat.

“Mr. Kyoraku! It’s nice to see you, but you need to remember to book an appointment with me.” You laughed as you brushed any remaining cut pieces of hair off your client, paying no mind to him. You attended to your client, as Mr. Kyoraku sat in his seat, his head down.

Once the client left, you were alone in your shop. You had been visited by Mr. Kyoraku several times now, and he would pay a hefty amount for being alone. It startled you the first time, but he said he wanted your complete and undivided attention, and he would pay extra for that.

Which was why he was here, again. How many years has it been since this came to be? But this visit was a bit different, the air was a bit tense. You proceeded to close up shop as Mr. Kyoraku asked you about your day. You focused on sweeping the floor, then looked at him from the mirror in front of you.

“Mr. Kyoraku! What happened?” You gasped, turning around to face him. He wore an eye patch, and an evident scar ran behind it to his ear.

“Oh this? You should have seen the other guy.” He laughed, trying to ease your worry, but without thinking, you held his face as you lightly traced the scar. The worry never faded from your face.

“You’ve always been so sweet to me, my dear.” Mr. Kyoraku said, cupping your hand to his face. He looked at you with his one eye and gave you a tender smile. “I’m alright, you really shouldn’t worry about an old man like me.” You frowned and knew he wouldn’t say much about himself, so you clicked your tongue and pulled him out of his seat.

“So can I assume you’re here for the usual?” You asked, preparing your tools to cut his hair.

He hummed in appreciation, as you draped the hair cutting cape over him. He undid his ponytail, and you began to lightly tussle his locks, “well your hair is super healthy! I hope it wasn’t a hassle to take care of as you recovered from your eye injury, sir.” You asked, politely.

“My dear, you can call me Shunsui.” He smiled at you through the mirror. You blushed at the lack of formality but nodded along. You could sense he was a bit self-conscious, but he had no reason to be. For some reason though, you felt that even if you said that to him, it wouldn’t detract from his insecurity.

You proceeded to trim the ends of his hairs to the shape he preferred. You were no nonsense in your approach, which he had told you before was what he preferred. He could sense your methodical approach, and as he had to move his head up and down, saw how focused you were on him and his hair.

It was… nice being cared for this way.

Then you quickly brushed him and led him to the sinks to wash his hair. “Could you… give me a longer massage today?” Shunsui asked, with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Oh of course, let me just clean your hair first, and I promise to give you the best scalp massage ever!” You exclaimed, wanting to make him feel better.

You carefully lathered and rinsed his hair. The long, brown tresses flowed softly along the sink, your nimble fingers gently detangling his hair. Your fingers made his way to his scalp, and you softly massaged his scalp. Shunsui sank deeper into his chair and let out a content sigh, “that’s great, just what I needed.” He murmured, a large smile gracing his face.

“If you want Mr. Kyo- I mean Shunsui, after I dry your hair, I can give you a back massage. I can see your back muscles are quite tense too.” You asked, noticing the way he was still tense in his chair. He gave you a sincere smile, “I’d love that.”

Once Shunsui’s hair had dried, and he placed his hair in a ponytail again, you led him to one of your spare esthetician rooms where you would give skincare treatments to a few of your clients. The bed doubled as a massage bed, so you instructed him to lay down on it.

Shunsui proceeded to take off his dress shirt, earning a flustered noise from you, “hold on! Let me leave the room.” Shunsui laughed, “it’s alright. We don’t have to be so modest with each other.” Giving you a wink.

“You just like teasing me.” You pouted, as you pushed him on to the bed. It did startle you to see how muscular he was, with mattering of chest hair, but you tried to be professional.

Tried being the operative word.

You placed the cover on top of him and began to feel out his back, noticing where tension was placed across his muscles. You also noticed the faint, timeworn scars across his back.

“You know, Shunsui, we’ve known each other for years… but you never told me what you do.”

“Is that so?” Shunsui replied, with a slight air of indifference, “why don’t you take a guess as to what I do?”

You hummed to yourself, trying to piece together what you knew about him coupled with the scars across his body and eye injury.

“An archery teacher?” You asked, thinking it was a bit of an odd job, but one you could see him do.

Shunsui gave a low chuckle, “no, bows aren’t my weapon of choice.”

Interesting you thought to yourself.

“A kendo teacher perhaps?” As you kneaded a particularly tense muscle of his. Shunsui inhaled sharply from the instant pain, but then relaxed.

“No, but you’re getting slightly warmer.”

Slightly warmer? You questioned. “Have you been working this job for long time?”

Shunsui let out another deep, muffled laugh, “you have no idea.”

“Something to do with the military?” You stopped, peering down at him. Shunsui looked up at you and gave you a lazy smile.

“Close enough.”

Confusion ran through your face, but you were done with his massage. Shunsui sat up on the table, rolling his shoulders and flexing his neck. He let out a loud groan of satisfaction from the relief he felt, “you had no idea how much I needed that.”

But you stared at him with a puzzled look on his face, trying to still figure out his career. Shunsui couldn’t help but laugh at your expression. “You look cute with that look on your face” he chuckled, poking your face.

This earned him another pout from you, “I’m not cute! I’m a grown woman.” This earned another laugh from him.

“You’re both cute and beautiful, how about that?” Shunsui explained, calling your name.

You crossed your arms, pretending to be hurt and mad at what he said, “you have to apologize, you know.” You huffed. Shunsui stared and then gave you a sly smile, cupping your face in his large hand.

“I think I know what to do so you can accept my apology.” Shunsui said, his face hovering close to yours. You closed your eyes as you felt his lips on yours, his hand holding your chin. You could feel the familiar tingles flowing through your body, as the kiss deepened.

He pulled away from you, a lazy, yet satisfied smile crossing his lips. Without a word, he lifted you with ease, putting you back on to the massage table.

“I think you need to take somethings off, if I’m supposed to give you a proper massage.” Shunsui said, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. You quickly shimmied off your bottoms and underwear, then spread your legs wide for him.

“See what I mean, you truly are both cute and beautiful.” Shunsui said in his teasing tone. Your pussy was bare for him to see, not quite wet enough to his liking, but it was a start. He kissed you again, as one of his hands traveled down, cupping your pussy. His large thumb gently rubbed against your clit, earning a gasp from you.

“That’s it,” Shunsui said, pulling his face away from you. He felt the growing slickness from you and kissed his way down your body, giving your nipples some quick bites and sucks. Soon he was hunched over the table, with your legs on his shoulders, as he was face-to-face with your wet pussy.

Shunsui let a long swipe against your wet folds. He groaned at your taste, suckling on your clit as one of his fingers entered you.

You were seeing stars, loudly moaning at how intense Shunsui was with your pussy. His thick finger was already so full for you, then he added two more, earning a deep groan from you. Your orgasm was approaching, as you threaded your fingers in Shunsui’s curls. His large nose rubbed along your slick pussy as he lapped away, savouring your taste.

You shrieked as your orgasm came, your pussy drenching his face with your wetness. Your face was flushed as you laid on the massage bed, watching Shunsui sit up and straighten himself out. A lazy, smug smile appeared on Shunsui face as he watched you in satisfaction, trying to ride out the remnants of your orgasm.

Shunsui pulled you up, kissing your forehead as your body began to calm down. Your pussy throbbed from what had just happened, but you wanted more of it, and more of him.

“If you’re free the rest of the evening, why don’t you come back to my place, Shunsui?” You asked, spreading your bare legs again as if to entice him.

Another lazy grin graced Shunsui’s face, “I thought you’d never ask.”

As he helped you finish the remaining tasks to close your salon, the headache he had and the boring paperwork, were a distant memory to him. A memory soon to be replaced by the sounds of your moans, the feel of your pussy and mouth around his cock, and your flushed body next to his.

TBC in face sitting.

Thanks for reading!!

[pin-k-ink]

matters of the heart // ukitake jushiro & kyoraku shunsui (pt. 1)

tw ⇢ suggestive content, implied threesome, love triangle but not really, strong sexual tension, alcohol consumption, unrequited love, mild angst

wc ⇢ 2.3k

part one | part two | part three

"Ukitake, you really need to get a handle on yourself," Kyōraku chuckled, sauntering into the room. "Your spiritual pressure is all over the place, I could feel it down the hall."

He shot a pointed look at you where you sat perched on the edge of Ukitake's bed, one hand resting gently on the sickly captain's arm. Despite your casual closeness, Ukitake's face was adorably flushed, eyes widening at Kyōraku's teasing observation.

"Wh-What are you implying, Shunsui?" Ukitake managed, attempting to gather his dignity despite his deepening blush. "We were just talking about the upcoming training schedules."

"Mmhmm, I'm sure," Kyōraku laughed easily, waving away the excuse as he ambled closer. "And I'm sure it had nothing to do with our dear friend leaning over you in that delightfully distracting way."

You arched an eyebrow at the two men, decidedly unoffended by the banter. As someone who practically grew up with them over the centuries, you were quite accustomed to their cheekiness. If anything, you enjoyed leaning into their flirtations on occasion.

"Why Shunsui, are you jealous?" you purred teasingly. "I assure you, I'm more than happy to come lean over you as well if you're feeling left out."

You punctuated the words with a sultry wink. Ukitake immediately dissolved into a fit of embarrassed sputtering while Kyōraku let out a rich belly laugh.

"My, my! At last, the delightfully bold honesty I've come to expect from you, my dear," the gregarious captain chuckled deeply. "Though I'm afraid leaning may not be enough to satisfy an old dog like me."

"Kyōraku!" Ukitake managed, tone somewhere between scolding and pleading as the flush crept down his neck. You simply grinned, reveling in flustering the usually unflappable captains.

With an effortless playfulness born from centuries of camaraderie, you rose from the bed and sauntered over to Kyōraku. You reached up to blatantly straighten the fall of his shirt, letting your hands linger a beat too long while holding his gaze brazenly.

"Perhaps another time then, Captain," you murmured in a voice meant to carry. "Wouldn't want poor Ukitake's heart to give out from overexertion, after all."

You threw a wink over your shoulder at the sputtering white-haired captain as you sashayed from the room, leaving the two men in a state of cheerfully ruffled bemusement in your wake.

Kyōraku watched you depart with an appreciative chuckle, eyes twinkling mischievously as he turned back towards Ukitake. The pale-haired captain was still blushing furiously, mouth working soundlessly as he struggled to reassemble his frazzled composure.

"You know Ukitake," Kyōraku began conversationally, a teasing lilt entering his rich tone. "One of these days you're going to have to stop looking like a lovestruck schoolboy every time our ravishing friend graces you with that wickedly delicious attention."

Ukitake shot him a halfhearted glower, finally finding his voice. "And just what is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh come now, don't play coy!" Kyōraku tsked, settling himself comfortably at Ukitake's bedside with a lazy grin. "It's painfully obvious you're still carrying that self-same hopeless torch you've been nursing since our Academy days."

A fleeting look of mingled fondness and melancholy flickered across the worldly captain's expression. "Why, I can still vividly picture that first time you completely lost your words after taking one look at our lovely friend. A new student positively radiant with promise...who somehow instantly rendered the Regent Genius himself into a speechless sapling."

Ukitake's flush now had shifted into more rueful territories, his expression softening with the warmth of nostalgia. "Yes, well...she did make quite the striking first impression, I'll admit."

"That she did," Kyōraku agreed with an indulgent smile. "Almost incomprehensible grace and elegance housed in such a tiny slip of a thing. Utterly captivating in a way none of us young bucks could resist."

A weighted pause stretched between them as memories of those long-gone Academy days resurfaced - hazy recollections of playful flirtations and burgeoning attractions flickering in the spaces between words. Ukitake's throat worked minutely before he dragged his gaze up to meet Kyōraku's knowingly.

"You weren't immune to her charms either, old friend," he murmured, holding the other captain's stare levelly. "If I recall, you became quite the shameless flatterer whenever she was around."

Kyōraku's wolfish grin returned full force as he reclined back with a careless shrug. "Well of course I did! I may have been young and foolish, but I wasn't blind." His expression softened slightly as he let nostalgia bleed into his words once more. "Though we both know where your focus truly lied even then, Ukitake. It was painfully, endearingly obvious you were a gone cause from that very first moment."

Ukitake's only response was a soft huff of laughter as he settled back into his pillows, expression distant as the decades and centuries blurred together into an endless tapestry of affectionate longing. Kyōraku watched him descend into those bittersweet recollections for a long moment before continuing in a quieter tone.

"And that same hopeless ardor has only bloomed more magnificently with each passing era, hasn't it?" His dark eyes glinted with a strange melancholic intensity. "Even now, after becoming captains, growing into the full bloom of our power...you've never wavered from that steadfast yearning for something more with our dazzling companion."

Ukitake was quiet for a heartbeat, digesting the profundity of Kyōraku's observation. When he spoke again, his voice was little more than a rasping whisper edged with deeply buried embers of profound emotion.

"There are some affections that transcend the temporal constraints of a single life, Kyoraku." He lifted his gaze to lock with his old friend's, a universe of unspoken longing and tender fealty burning behind the banked jade fires there. "She is...and always has been...the lodestar of my devotion. My truest reason for persevering through each waning era, always burning brilliantly on the horizon of the next."

Kyōraku held that blazing regard for an endless, weighted moment. Then he twisted his expression into a small, rueful smile and inclined his head in a subtle nod of understanding and acceptance.

"Well then," he murmured at last. "I supposed that settles matters rather definitively."

With an inscrutable look flickering behind his eyes, Kyōraku rose fluidly and started towards the door, pausing briefly with one hand resting on the frame.

"For what it's worth, my friend...I don't believe anyone could have hoped for a worthier recipient of such profound fealty than our dear Captain. She has always represented the very soul of the Gotei's honor and nobility, after all."

Then, with a final indulgent smile cast back over his shoulder, Kyōraku took his leave - surrendering the still silence of the chamber to the blazing truth of Ukitake's interminable yearning.

You sauntered into the dimly lit officers' club, eyes instantly landing on Kyōraku's unmistakable silhouette slouched in a corner booth. A lazy grin tugged at your lips as you made your way over, the lingering stress of the day's duties already dissipating.

"Well, well, getting started without me I see," you drawled, sliding into the booth opposite the shameless layabout of a captain. "Though I can't say I'm surprised."

Kyōraku's eyes danced with mirth as he pushed an already filled sake cup across the table in your direction. "You know me, my dear - I simply couldn't resist getting a head start on this week's well-earned debauchery."

"Mmm, debauchery indeed," you hummed in agreement, scooping up the proffered drink and firing off a saucy wink. "Does that mean I should expect a reprisal of the good old Academy days tonight, Shunsui?"

You punctuated the teasing lilt with a meaningful pause, watching realization slowly dawning across Kyōraku's roguish features. His grin stretched wider as an undisguised heat flared to life in his dark gaze, dragging appreciatively over your lithe form.

"Well now...I'd almost forgotten what a deliciously incorrigible tease you can be when properly motivated," he purred, voice taking on a silken rasp. "Tell me - are we talking about those drunken nights when a few too many drinks inevitably led to wandering hands and sloppy kisses galore?"

You barked out a bright laugh, knocking back the sake as flashes of tangled limbs and swapped caresses flitted through your mind's eye. "Don't play coy, you insatiable lech. We both know it went well beyond just kissing by the time the three of us got sufficiently inebriated and curious."

Kyōraku made an indulgent rumble of agreement low in his throat. "So it did, so it did. Do you suppose poor, sweet Ukitake even remembers just how thoroughly we indulged our baser urges with one another back then?"

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, practically leering at you over the rim of his cup. You scoffed, though you couldn't deny the frisson of heat uncurling low in your belly at the blatantly salacious turn in conversation.

"Are you kidding? With how easily Jūshiro blushes even at the mildest insinuation these days?" You snorted inelegantly, reaching for the sake decanter to refill your cup. "I'd bet my haori that prim and proper act is just a front to cover up how vividly he recalls every scorching caress and indecent proposal from those wild nights."

A wicked gleam entered Kyōraku's eye as he leaned across the table with wolfish relish. "Is that so? Well then...perhaps it's high time we endeavor to pry those delectable memories from our sweet Ukitake's repressed subconscious once more."

You matched his lascivious grin with one of your own, anticipation curling hot and insistent in your core.

"I'll drink to that," you murmured throatily, clinking your cups together as fresh sparks of delight danced between your heated stares.

After all, if anyone could tempt that dishearteningly innocent veneer from Ukitake and resurrect glimpses of his Academy self's wild indulgences...it would surely be the two of you.

The drinks flowed freely as you and Kyōraku descended into increasingly risqué reminiscing about the wild indulgences of your days together. With each cup emptied, the heat between you seemed to ratchet higher - burning glances, lingering touches, and blatantly suggestive remarks growing more and more brazen.

By the time you finally stumbled out into the cool night air, thoroughly buzzed and flushed with residual desire, the atmosphere had taken on an unmistakable charge. Kyōraku's arm was slung low around your waist, thumb tracing idle circles against the jut of your hipbone in a way that made your breath hitch.

"You know..." he rumbled as you meandered aimlessly down the path towards your quarters. "We never did quite get around to recreating some of those more...intimate recollections in explicit detail tonight."

His voice was a smoky rasp against the curve of your ear, one calloused palm drifting with clear intent along the swell of your hip. You shivered at the naked suggestion, unconsciously leaning into his solid heat.

"Is that so?" you purred back, tipping your head to graze your lips in a featherlight tease along the sharp line of his jaw. "What a terrible oversight on our part, Shunsui. We really ought to rectify that..."

A low groan reverberated through Kyōraku's broad chest as you pressed closer still. His hand slid purposefully lower to cup your backside, pulling your bodies flush in a way that left no ambiguity to his interest. You could feel the rigid line of his arousal through the layers of clothing and felt a molten thrill zip down your spine.

But even as heat flooded your veins with liquid desire, a small, persistent voice in the back of your mind rang with gentle warning. Reminding you that however intoxicatingly tempting Kyōraku's familiar body and lascivious attentions were in that hazy moment...he wasn't the one you truly longed for on the deepest level.

Before you could fully process that prickling sense of reluctance, Kyōraku stiffened almost imperceptibly against you. Then, with what seemed like a monumental force of will, he drew back slightly - leaving a hairsbreadth of cooler air between you that managed to clear some of the lust-fogged haze.

"We should stop," he rasped out in a strained tone, features taut as he visibly fought to rein himself back under control. "As much as my baser urges are screaming otherwise... I know your heart lies elsewhere, my dear."

You blinked up at him owlishly, thrown by both his words and the abrupt check on the thick undercurrents of desire that had been steadily spiraling higher between you all night. Kyōraku's gaze smoldered into yours, rich brown irises blazing with veiled emotions that had your breath catching somewhere low in your belly.

"There are...certain lines that perhaps shouldn't be crossed, no matter how alluring the indulgence," he continued gruffly, calloused thumb tracing a maddeningly slow path along the line of your hipbone. "Especially not when affairs of the heart are involved."

You felt your expression slacken in stunned realization as the implication of Kyōraku's murmured confession sank in like a lead weight. Of course...this was about Ukitake and whatever profoundly tangled yearnings your oldest friend harbored for you.

Something hot and bittersweet twisted in your chest as you studied the naked vulnerability flickering in Kyōraku's gaze. Your throat worked convulsively as you attempted to process the magnitude of what he was trying to convey without words.

You opened your mouth, not quite sure if you meant to protest, question, or simply surrender to the pregnant silence stretching between you. But no articulation seemed adequate - or necessary - in that fraught instant.

Because Kyōraku was already moving again, ducking his head to claim your lips in a scorching, openmouthed caress flooded with infinite regret and unspoken apologies. You inhaled sharply, feeling your body bow against his as the clash of tongues robbed you of breath.

As abruptly as the devastatingly intimate kiss began, it was over. Kyōraku drew back, taking the scant inches of distance between you like a physical blow. His gaze searched yours with a blazing intensity one final time before he turned on his heel and strode away without another word.

You were left standing there, chest heaving and skin still tingling from the brand of his kiss, feeling as though the world had tilted irreversibly off its axis. Because in that singular moment of connection and unequivocal rejection...

...you realized that Kyōraku's resolute fealty to Ukitake's yearning desire for you may ultimately prove the more exquisite and lancing intimacy of all.

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 5: PREGNANCY Kyoraku Shunsui 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: @the-witch-of-one-piece ➡ Hello my beautiful soul sister!!! Ahh I’m so excited for this kinktober! I raced into your inbox trying to calm down my feral kink coming out of me 😂😂 if it’s okay to request Shunsui with a fem reader for day 5 pregnancy! This man would be the best soon to be daddy 🥺💜🛐 thank you so much my beautiful soul sister!!! TE AMO MUCHO !!!!!!! ➡ también te amo mucho my soul sister! 💖 tw: mdni. pregnancy kink. reader IS pregnant. nipple play. semi public sex. humping. vag sex. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The outcome of so many nights of passion showed beautiful in your body. The little bump growing strong and healthy, your anatomy changing, your mood somethings swinging.

You were preparing yourself, and the house, for the new life that would be there in some months. And while you did, the general captain of the Gotei 13 couldn’t help but praise you.

Sitting comfortably in the garden of the Shunsui manor, the soon to be dad enjoys a sip of his beloved sake. While you, comfortably enjoy gardening under a soft spring breeze. It was calmer than ever before, after all that had happened with the invasion none of you had time to be at peace for a long time.

“You are a goddess, my love” Kyoraku chimes, leaving the cup on a little table next to him.

“Shut up, you! I am getting fat, look…” you joke, you love more than anyone how beautiful your belly looks.

Shunsui stands up, sighing. He can’t let a queen think that way of herself. Walking a few steps towards you, he takes his hat in between his hands and bends over to where you are.

“I am not trying to be rude, so I will ask you to please excuse my language… but fat is how I get down there when I see you, miss” he murmurs, acting innocent despite saying such thing.

You leave the little gardening tool in your hand to look at him with your mouth open.

“Kyoraku Shunsui, would you mind watching your mouth in front of your baby?” you scold him, sweetly, while acting incensed at his words and caressing your belly.

He takes his hat to his naked chest in signs of being sorry, but all of a sudden he snatches in arms as if you where less heavy than a feather.

“Honey- what? What are you doing?!” you protest, while safe resting in his embrace.

“Listen here, the eyes you just gave me… you being pregnant, everything about you… ugh- believe me that the baby won’t tell for now” he says, walking calmly to the wooden swing you have in your garden.

Shunsui sits back, with you still in his arms. Despite your pregnancy he is way bigger than you in every sense.

He grunts and comfortably sits you over his lap. “Com’ere” he purrs, opening your yukata with absolutely no worries.

You are silent, but with a huge smirk on your face. You know what’s next and you want it so bad…

Shunsui seems to be gloating at how full your breasts are looking; pregnancy is making your body an experience he doesn’t want to miss; he wants to love you in every single stage of yourself.

“Allow me, before this belongs to someone else ~” he scoffs, while his hands cups one of your breasts and takes it to his lips.

You moan instantly after he plants the first kiss over your hard nipples. Everything has been feeling a lot more sensitive.

He sucks, slowly. He nibbles, kindly. He doesn’t want to hurt her precious wife nor coming baby.

Your back curls as he keeps playing, changing from breast to breast and sometimes burying his head in between them. His huge hand, lies on your warm back flesh, holding you for you to lie as comfortably as you please while he gives you pleasure.

You can’t help but begin to move back and forth, humping on his hardening crotch. You can feel his growth hitting against your core and in both cases getting wetter and needier. The motions of the swing also accompany yours, edging you two a state very close to climax.

“I…” you whine, urging your husband to fuck you. “Already? But what if I hurt you…?” he asks, knowing too well he won’t. Kyoraku Shunsui enjoys your begging for his dick. He wants you to plead to be penetrated and pleased.

Panting, reaching his lips with yours, needy… “please, fuck me… do it…”

“How do you ask properly, doll?” he asks back, already lifting your hip enough for his hakama pants to slide down.

You swallow. You have always called him “daddy” and now, it won’t be the exception; this time Shunsui deserves more than ever to be called that way.   

“Daddy, fuck me… please ~” you purr, letting your yukata to fall to the ground to show him in full display your beautiful “mommy” body.

He smirks, pleased. His hands first reach for your swollen belly, up and down and around your waist.

“Now, if I may… let daddy fuck you the way you deserve my sweet, beautiful mommy” “Nghh… deeper… go- deeper, daddy!” ~

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[brittscafe]

hiii i absolutely love the work you're putting out for the whole bleach fandom it's insane 🫡🫡 could you please write some fluffy smut with shunsui where he or the reader does something stupid (be it an accident or not) during sex? i just feel like silly giggly sex would be such a common occurrence with him i froth at the mouth at the thought of it uahaghahaug thank you!!!! <333

Hiii!!! aw thank you too much! <3 I love Shunsui, of course 😭🫶🏻🫶🏻

Shunsui's hands are gripping onto your hips, guiding you as you slide back and forth on his cock. Soft moans are leaving your lips as Shunsui admires you and the way that your breasts are bouncing with each movement.

"Do you think I look like a pirate with his eyepatch on?" Shunsui blurts out and you scoff quietly. You chuckle and stop moving back and forth on his thick cock.

"Now, why the hell are you asking me that right now?" you ask, squeezing his shoulders.

"Why? Is now not a good time? Argh!!" Shunsui chuckles out, licking his lips.

Your hand strikes his shoulder and the slap fills the room. You cannot believe Shunsui just made a pirate sound while you are trying to ride him.

"Ouch!" Shunsui exclaims, eyes widening and a grin tugging on his face.

"What the hell was that?" you scoff out, sinking down onto Shunsui's length and stopping all your movements.

"What do you mean?" Shunsui asks with an innocent facial expression and you huff out.

"You're lucky that I didn't slap you in your face, Shunsui! I can't believe you made that stupid sound!" you gasp out and his lips curl up into a tiny smirk.

"Damn, you're such a pillow princess," Shunsui chuckles out, flipping you onto your back. You rest your head on the pillow and giggle as Shunsui positions himself in between your thighs, sliding inside of your soaking cunt.

"And you love it," you smile warmly, cupping his cheek. Shunsui watches as his cock slides in and out of your gushing pussy, precum forming along the base of his dick.

"Such a pretty petal. This booty is all mine," Shunsui explains, a smirk growing along his face as he reaches down, squeezing the fat flesh of your ass.

"Shunsui, you've got to stop with the pirate thing," you chuckle out, shaking your head with denial. Shunsui laughs loudly, leaning his head down into the warmth of your neck and presses wet kisses there.

"Why? Do you not like it?" he teases you, nibbling on your earlobe, his hips meeting yours. You open your mouth to say, but instead a moan leaves.

"Shut up. I'm never having sex with you again," you roll your eyes and Shunsui gasps loudly, pulling away from your neck. His large, warm hands cup your face and he scrunches up his nose.

"Liar," he mumbles out, diving his dick deep inside of you. You gasp as the pleasure ripples through your body and your thighs burn with immense pleasure.

Yeah, he's right.

[mulberrysilk]

play date

Shunsui Kyoraku x f!Reader

synopsis : You and Shunsui have a little thing going on under the wraps. He invites you to his office to discuss work...or so he says. 

author’s note : Just a little something because Shunsui is one fine ass man. He’s so hot like I cannot. I am in my Bleach era and will write more fics for keyboard. 

cw: oral sex (female receiving), slight angst? , Shunsui teases you to no end, unestablished relationship, there’s feelings but reader isn’t sure and Shunsui isn’t saying anything but he’s in love with her too, Ukitake makes an appearance, Special Extra at the end of the fic, just for laughs :> 

 also if you’re feeling generous, you can tip me on ko-fi!

How on earth did you get into this predicament?

Well, you knew how. You just didn’t expect it to go this way. When you answered your fellow Captain's call to come to his office to discuss matters on the special ops squad being sent to investigate the world of the living, you believed it was just that.

Not this.

“Oh, dear. Have you finally run out of things to say?” His baritone voice teased as you squirmed on his desk, your thighs over his broad shoulders with his arms locked around each leg to keep you in the position you were. Anybody could walk in. You knew the 13th division Captain was on his way too.

“S-shunsui.” You glared at him, breathless and painfully aching with arousal. He only pouted his full lips in mock pity and rubbed gentle circles with his thumbs on your skin.

“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. It’s only going to egg me on.” He smirked devilishly and if only you weren’t in his secure hold, you would’ve kicked him away. Now was not the right time nor place to be doing this. It was a hidden fact that you and the Captain had been warming each other's beds for months now with no strings attached, and were undoubtedly physically attracted to each other. The other captains assumed that you were just a victim to his harmless flirting and that was it.

“You know I like it when you play hard to get,” he kissed your inner thigh, stubble tickling your skin. “I like it even more when you make those cute lewd faces though.” He hummed with a smile, keeping his eyes on you as he leaned closer to lick a strip along your slit, from your aching core to your sensitive clit. Your thighs shook, feeding his ego at how he had one of the most revered Captains putty in his hands.

“Shunsui, someone could walk in. S-sto—ah!” Your attempt at protest was feeble and your restraint staggered when he kissed your sensitive nub and had begun to suckle on it. Pleasure shot through your body, your core tightening and shaking from the warmth of his tongue and the way he moved his head to provide the friction and pressure that he knew had you whimpering and panting in seconds.

Shunshui moaned against your mound when he felt your fingers thread through his hair and began to tug and grip it in the way that sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. He kept his gaze on you. His view provided him with the debauched state you were in. Shihakuso undone, it revealed the smooth skin of your stomach and the soft peaks of your breasts, that bounced and jerked with every movement of your body.  But his favorite of all was his view of your face. Your pretty lips that would purse and speak threats at him, were parted in sweet bliss and moaning his name.  Your eyes that would glare at him with a heat that excited him, were shut in bliss, struggling to flutter open with the pleasure he made you feel.  Ah, this must be what a goddess looks like. Shunsui thought.

He halted his ministrations eliciting a whimper of disappointment from you.

"For someone afraid to get caught, you are being rather loud, my dear. Not that I'm complaining." He smirked up at you and before you could snap at him, he continued his assault on your aching pussy that had only continued to drip with more and more slick.

Your mind was hazy with need. His hot tongue swirled sinfully good, you cursed at how good he was at pleasuring you with his mouth. And those lips, those stupidly plump lips, wrapped around and sucked at your clit sinfully good. You’d never admit it out loud but despite his affinity to chase women, he was irresistibly charming when you looked past it. He was strong, and muscular and had such broad shoulders that your legs hung perfectly over. You hated how much you liked him. How good he made you feel. How he truly made your heart skip a beat so many times when he gets doting and sweet on you.

You didn’t want to give in so easily and the arrangement between the two of you as time went on, made your heart grow fonder of him.

Meanwhile, the man who believed heaven was between your thighs, was drunk on the sweet musky taste of the honey that dripped from your pussy. He couldn’t get enough of you, can you blame him? You were cuter than you let on and when it was just you and him in the privacy of his Captain's quarters, you were sweet, shy even. In your shared colleagues' eyes, you were his beautiful and revered Captain who could take down her enemies without a scratch.

But only he knew you. Really knew you.

He made mental notes of the things you liked, things that made you smile or made you scrunch your nose up in disgust, and most importantly what he does that makes you blush, what made you feel good and would have you glowing from pleasure.

Keeping his lips on your clit, he teased the dripping hole of your entrance. It was easy to collect your slick and slowly push in his two fingers. He felt his cock throb at how warm and soft your walls were, and how it squeezed him.

You moaned out his name so sweetly again and the further he plunged his digits and played with your clit, the more he could feel your velvety walls pulse around him. He curled his fingers. Your back arched. Your thighs trembled on his shoulders and the grip you had on his hair tightened.

“S-shun…” you tried your best to speak, propping yourself up on your elbows to have a good look at him. You shouldn’t have been so turned on at the sight of him like this, and yet when he curled those fingers again, your head threw back in bliss. God. He was going to kill you.

He detached from your pink heat briefly. “I can tell you’re close, darling. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

Without hesitation or a look of stubbornness, you nodded. Your eyes were soft yet pleading. Your pretty lips were caught between your teeth, Shunsui unaware of how consumed you were with the idea of kissing him.

Before he could latch on again, he felt your soft delicate fingers touching his bigger, rougher ones. He raised his gaze to you, brows arched in question. He paused and curiously let you do what you wanted. Your fingers moved to intertwine with his and once both your hands held his, you shyly looked away. Shunsui felt as if he could die right there. You were just so— he couldn’t even find the right words to encompass the entirety of you that has bewitched him. He gave your little hands a gentle squeeze, the action being something so intimately different between the two of you before he delved his tongue into your walls, nose bridge pressed against your sensitive pearl. Your melodious whimpers and moans commenced once more.

Tethering on the edge of your climax, your stomach coiled and your hips visibly shook. It was getting all too much. There was no way you were going to be able to hold back from cumming. The vibration from his ravenous groans and the pressure of his nose against your clit, moving with the way his tongue tensed and swirled inside of you, tipped you over.

Your hands clenched his tightly as your back arched and convulsed with the orgasm that shot through your body. Shunsui didn’t stop kissing and lapping at your folds, wanting to taste the honey that spilled from your climax. Not wanting to overstimulate you further, his lips left your pulsing core and he swiped his tongue over them to not let it go to waste. He opted to lean his head on your tummy, watching your chest rise and fall. He held your hands still, softly playing with your twined fingers, lazily looking up at you with a satisfied grin on his face.

“That’s my pretty girl.“ He cooed, pressing a kiss on your hip bone.

When you were able to catch your breath, your legs still dangled over his shoulders. You slid them off, letting them fall to the side, and slipped one of your hands from his to prop yourself up on his desk. Your body still tingled with the waves of pleasure that bounced within your body and he lifted his head off your tummy, to let you sit up fully.

“Hey.” Half-lidded, deep-set eyes met yours. Your left hand was still intertwined with his and you scooted closer, tugging at his collar so that he could sit properly on his captain’s chair and that his face was leveled with yours which lined up perfectly due to how tall he was. “Am I going to get a good review—

You cut off his deep smooth baritone voice with your lips. Shunsui’s brows raised slightly with surprise but immediately melted into the kiss. You could taste yourself on them. When he felt your little tongue swipe on his bottom lip, he parted his lips to let you have a better taste. He hummed deeply at your sweet kiss, your arms draped over his shoulders and he couldn’t help but pull you from the edge of the desk, and into his lap. Your lips parted in a gasp when your sensitive heat was pressed right against his closed erection, his hakama confining him. He took that opportunity to slot his tongue into your cute little mouth, finding so much bliss in kissing you. It was different, this kiss. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was that made it different other than you were the one who initiated it.

Breaking apart to get air, he was met with this hazy look in your eyes that made him melt. His hand came to your cheek and he was taken aback when, like a cat, you leaned into his touch.

"Oh, dear..." he drawled out with a teasing smile that softened the more he stared at you, all flushed and glowing from pleasure. "When did you get so sweet like this? Hm? Have I finally made you fall for me?"

You batted your lashes at him, silent. He was trying to goad you. Just when you were being all nice and affectionate. He waited for your response while you gave him a chance to say something, anything, that wasn't teasing or goading.

He stroked your cheek with his knuckles, his thumb tracing your plump lower lips. His own lips parted and your heart sped up a little. You didn't know what you wanted to hear from the brunette before you but you wanted something more, and you hoped he knew what that was.

"Will you..." his voice lowered as he leaned close as if to kiss you again. "Return the favor?"

The atmosphere the two of you had created, cracked.  Sighing, you pulled away from his touch and slipped from his lap, the man left speechless at the sudden absence of your warmth.

"Y/N-channnn." He whined, brows furrowing as he watched you bend over to slip your underwear on, followed by your hakama. "Come back, sweetheart. Did I say something wrong?"

You rolled your eyes, fastening your shihakusho to conceal any exposed skin and with every movement the fabric made to cover your skin, the man was getting more and more desperate. Fixing your hair, you went to grab your zanpakuto that was leaning against the wall.

"You're leaving? Y/N-chan, you can't just leave." You turned to face him, to see pleading confused brown eyes. "Not like this." He gestured to his lap, to his hard-on that was begging for your touch and that had ached with every moan that slipped from your lips earlier.

"Yes, I can." You huffed. You would have relieved him if he wasn't just...just...ugh. You didn't even know. It's not like the sex was terrible. Far from it. Maybe...just maybe you were tired of playing this game you two started. You wanted more and you didn't feel safe enough to admit it to him out loud yet when he's not showing any signs of wanting more too.

A knock on the door was your cue to leave.

"Oh, hello, Y/N!" Ukitake's gentle, handsome voice sounded and you politely smiled at his greeting on your way out.

"Aren't you going to stay for the discussion?" His brows furrowed, confused as to why you were leaving already, glancing at Shunsui who shifted in his seat and had his gaze set on you. Did you two fight again?

"I'm all caught up, Ukitake-taichou. Kyoraku-taichou, will inform you of the preparations and shinigami who will be in the special ops squad. I have some other important matters to deal with." You replied, bowing your head slightly with respect.

"Y/N-chan." Shunsui's voice called out, masking his need and disappointment. It was as if he was telling you with his eyes that he wanted to speak with you after. You can't promise him that.

"I'll see you when I see you." You huffed with a cute pout that was foreign to Ukitake and a little familiar to Shunsui. It was the cute almost heart-fluttering, kind of pout women made when they're upset over their significant other or the kind of pout an annoyed child makes when someone steals their toy.

"Perverted old man." You narrowed your eyes at him, the outspoken aura of your being a Captain cracked, your head hot with annoyance and your body still all fuzzy and soft from the orgasm Shunsui's stupid, stupid, stupid, mouth gave you. You stomped away, the sight a little adorable to the two captains as very rarely do you act so endearingly and far from the repose you had as their fellow captain.

Shunsui sighed as you disappeared down the hall in a quick flash step and Ukitake clicked his tongue. With hands on his hips, he shook his head and looked at his friend.

"What did you do now, Shunsui?"

Special Extra

“Reporting live in the Seireitei! I am Matsumoto Rangiku, your gorgeous host! Just this week, Captain L/N was spotted in Captain Kyouraku’s office TWICE!”

She holds out the mic to her first victim, flinching as it was shoved towards his face.

“What are your thoughts on THAT Captain Ukitake seeing that its YOUR best friend?”

Ukitake, trying his best to defend shunsui but being a bad liar, “I’m…….. not sure”

*cue comical sparkly segue *

Nanao: he’s just being a pervert. I’m sure someone as strong, smart and beautiful as  Captain L/N has a different type

Yachiru, smelling mischief: but yesterday, I saw Y/N head to Captain Kyouraku’s quarters at night

Kenpachi: Who’s [beep]ing who?

Rangiku: AH, please censor yourself for the sake of this interview, we stream to under 18 users too

Kenpachi: Oh *censored* sorry, my bad, *censored* *censored*, but yeah they’re definitely *censored*

Hisagi : Kyoraku did smell like Captain L/N’s  perfume

Rangiku, Kira, Ikkaku, Yumichika: 😐 how do u know what she smells like

Hisagi : 👁️👄👁️

Captain Komamura: hes right though

Rangiku: *gasps*

Hisagi, the hole he dug getting bigger: y-yeah

Rangiku; what about you Captain Unohana?

Unohana: oh? I guess if the rumours are true. I’ll think they’ll have very cute children 🥰

Rangiku: Captain Komamura how would you like to put your abilities to use and do some detective work with us????

Tosen, imagines Komamura sniffing around like a dog: no, don’t

Byakuya: It is unprofessional to fornicate in the workplace.

Cut to the 6th division barracks. Members of the squad are seen cleaning floors and every surface meticulously.

Byakuya, a couple of feet away from them and in range of the camera shot : You can never be too careful.

Nemu, on the side: But according to the data we collected recently from our security footage regarding pigeon flight patterns, we also collected the common paths that the Captains of the Gotei 13 undertake and concluded that Captain L/N and Captain Kyouraku do spend an inordinate amount of time together

Rangiku: why….why are you collecting that data

Gin: oh? You guys only found out about this now? I’ve been spotting them go at it like rabbits for a while now

Rangiku: !?!??!?!?!!?

Gin: Im kidding

Everyone else: ……

Aizen, trying to be a pacifist and hide his taylor swift reputation era mode: They do make a lovely couple

Rangiku: As part of the onmitsukido, surely you might have seen something

Soi fong ,turning red: the lives of other captains matter not to me

Yoruichi: come on soi fong drop the tea

Soi fong: i-i-i m-may have seen them…………

Urahara: Captain L/N? No way *gasps then lights up* Did you know she was my first?

Rangiku: First??????

Urahara : 😌✨ it’s up for interpretation ✨.

Turns to the camera. Backdrop changed to a crayon coloured art piece, advertising candy.

Urahara: If you wanna spy more efficiently on the captains, might i suggest my latest invention, Mars-hollows!

Rangiku: Seeing as how youre the subject of all this gossip and that Captain L/N refuses to make a comment, what say you Captain Kyouraku??

Shunsui: Oh? Yeah, we’re fucking.

Captain Y/N : please take not that Captain Kyouraku has been demoted from fuck buddy to no buddy

Hitsugaya : Rangiku this is what youve been doing instead of your job????!???

fin

[lillianrennifer]

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🌸Byakuya

Nothing So Far

🎩Urahara

Nothing So Far

❄️Toshiro

Nothing So Far

🍶Kyoraku

Nothing So Far

☺️Ukitake

Nothing So Far

⛓️Shuhei Hisagi

Nothing So Far

😁Shinji

Nothing So Far

🐍Gin

Nothing So Far

🤓Aizen

Nothing So Far

🐺Starrk

Nothing So Far

🦇Ulquiorra

Nothing So Far

🌙Nnoitra

Nothing So Far

🐈‍⬛Grimmjow

Nothing So Far

[wxxpingangxls]

big men with hefty muscles who purposely don't hold you still when you're having sex together - particularly when he's eating you out - purely because he wants you to think you have a chance at escaping his overstimulating grasp. no no no, he wants you to run away. he wants you to run away so he can yank you back to your place by your ankle, before giving you a knowing look. he loves seeing the sudden shock and fear over come your face before it contorts into pleasure once again. and instead of fear coming on your face, you come on his. he truly loves his life and more importantly he loves you.

Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Kishibe, Kenpachi, Shuhei, Shunsui, Reiner, Choso, Sae, anyone else 🤗

[or0ch1maru]

18+, this is so self indulgent I’m sorry. I’m a whore, a pervert whatever you wanna call it. Warnings: talk of balls, m oral receiving. Fem reader. Reader being called a perv. Reader being obsessed with her bf’s nuts

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You love his balls. The sheer size, the weight. You always wondered how he could ever sit comfortably with them between his legs. You love the way they barely fit in your palm, or how you can just manage to fit them inside your pretty little mouth. The feeling when he’s deep in your ass, his heavy breeder balls smacking against your clit with each rough thrust, the rhythm causing you to reach your peak multiple times. When he’s feeling extra nasty, he’ll have you sitting pretty on your knees, patting your cheek with his tip before placing his nuts on your face. Looking down at you with that signature wolfy grin of his as he watches his dirty girl, knowing that your panties are soaked because of this filthy act. But your absolute favorite, is hearing his moans turn into whines(no matter how hard he tries holding back) Your small hand wrapped around his shaft, moving up and down as your tongue swirls around his base before popping a nut into your mouth. Especially when your tongue hits that one spot, causing your boyfriend to let out a whimper before his thoughts turn feral. Thinking of all the ways he’s gonna ruin you once you’re done. The times his cock is buried deep in your throat, the feeling of his balls pressed against your chin and upper neck is something you never wanna forget. It’s something you’ve engraved in your mind.

“So fuckin’ nasty, look atcha’. Pussy soaking wet, all cuz of these.”

Your boyfriend taunts, his hands cupping his nuts as he stands over you. Watching as your pupils blow out with lust, the way they glaze over as your mind is only on one thing.

“Want em so bad, here.”

He smirks as he plops them down on your face. Letting out a chuckle as your face almost disappears under his cock and nuts.

“Never knew my girl was such a pervert.”

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TOJI, SUKUNA, KENPACHI, KAKUZU, HIDAN, KISAME, Satoru, Suguru, Grimmjow, Shunsui, OBITO, Itachi, dom Choso, Todo, Naobito, Nanami

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[muzansfangs]

hello, may I request bleach male characters reaction to F! reader breaking up with them in a modern au?

You break up with them.

Starring: Kyoraku Shunsui x f!reader; Jugram Haschwalth x f!reader; Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; mention to Jushiro Ukitake, Ulquiorra Cifer, Yoruichi Shihoin and Sosuke Aizen;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: sfw, angst, modern au, breaking-up, alcohol consumption, toxic relationship, self-deprecating behavior, mental struggle, anxiety, psychological abuse, inferiority complex, suggestive themes, mutual pining, power imbalance, family problems, trust issues, infedelity, violence, gore;

Plot: Once upon a time, you were happy by their side. Things changed, though. Their flaws, their behaviors hurt you to the point of no return. You left them, they are now coping with the absence of the only woman they had ever claimed to love, whilst you try to build yourself up again.

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Kyoraku Shunsui.

Lumpish, unsteady steps approched your bedroom. He probably figured you were already asleep. After all, it was three in the morning. However, you were wide-awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, a luggage at your feet and a livid expression plastered over your face. You had spared him the fatigue of moving cautiously in the room not to startle you. The last act of magnanimity you had ultimately decided to grant him.

“What are you doing awake, sweetheart?” Shunsui slurred, a frown on his face, droopy eyes boring into yours as he sauntered towards you confidently.

You scoffed, even jumping on your feet to catch him in your arms, when he tripped over the carpet. He was blind drunk, the stench of saké wafting over your face making your skin crawl and your heart shatter in your chest. It was already broken, for what could matter, hence your decision to leave. On the other hand, you cared way too much about him.

Shunsui sighed, slumping down onto the bed, weary from the lack of sleep and hours spent chugging down enough alcohol to slip you, or anyone else, into an ethylic coma. Dark circles under his eyes, disheveled hair and a feminine perfume that was not yours had given him away that night, like the privious ones. This relationship was toxic and you were not going to spend the best years of your youth attempting to save the life of a lothario who had a tendency of loving self-destructive activities.

“I’m leaving, Shunsui. We’re done. I can’t do this anymore” you simply explained, watching him sulk, obviously expecting you to give up on him, sooner or later.

“Is there anything I can do to make you stay?”.

You felt tears prickle at your eyes, jaw clenching as you shook your head and picked up your trolley. You were devastated.

“Don’t make it harder than it already is. — you admonished him, swallowing the lump in your throat as he stood up and tried to reach for your hand, but you stepped away — No, Shunsui. I tried really hard to show you how much I cared about you, about us. All you did was choosing bottles of liquors over me”.

“Honey, wait, I care about you, let’s go to sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow—” he rambled, his grey eyes shimmering in the dimly illuminated bedroom. They always seemed sincere, even his tone was softer and somehow more serious than it usually was. Yet, you knew better than falling for his sugarcoated promises to work on himself.

“There’s no tomorrow for us. We’ve been there before, Shunsui. I’m tired of being the only one invested into this relationship! It’s one-sided and, frankly, I don’t deserve it” you declared, watching him slick back one of his unruly cowlick constantly tickling his nose. You were going to miss him, of course you were.

No one fell out of love in one single night. Naturally, you were not an exception. You could not stop the tears rolling down your cheeks, not even a sob escaping your quivering lips, but you could run away to save your heart from being buried underneath a pile of ashes and dust, shambles of the wildfire consuming what remained of your love. Shunsui knew he had lost you. He fell onto his knees the moment you turned your back at him and walked out the room. He was in no condition to chase after you, not right now. He cussed and fell onto his knees, hands planted onto the carpet, fisting the fabric in his huge hands out of frustration and despair. It was all his fault and he knew you were right.

The sound of the front door slamming close made his heart sink into his chest as he punched the floor in anger. He was worried sick about you. Disappearing from his life in the dead of the night, alone, in a city as big as that. He felt miserable. He wanted you back. He wanted you safe in his arms, not alone at the bus station looking for a place to spend the night at.

You were right to leave him. He had no right to stop you. Shunsui knew he did not deserve you. But he could try to change and, hopefully, win you back. The last thing he did before laying down onto the floor was sending a message to you.

“Please, send me a text, when you’re somewhere safe”.

Obviously, you did not text him back, but your mutual friend Jushiro did. At least, Shunsui thought, you were in good hands. Better than his ones, undoubtedly.

Haschwalth Jugram.

It happened after the umpteenth dinner at the Royal Palace. Your relationship with him was balanced. He treated you with so much care, stared at you from across the rooms in adoration and reverence, gave you more than you could have ever asked for. The real problem was who he was: a Prince, the scion of a Royal family that had never truly accepted you and the class you came from.

His father’s glacial stare spoke volumes, it made you feel so out of place you often ended up having panic attacks during balls and dinners. The spotlight was perpetually on you. Snippy remarks from his mother and the uptight members of the upper class hanging around the royal family poisoned you to no end. Restless nights and a sudden incapacity to concentrate on easy tasks, such as walking down aisles alone, or dancing with your beloved boyfriend under their attentive eyes, were the results of their ferocious tongues.

The worst part of it was that you had no one to talk to about the stressful situation you were experiencing. You had been forced to move to the castle with your boyfriend, determining your connections outside to keep their distance from you. Your old flat had been abandoned along with your ordinary life. Nights out in a pub with your friends had become a taboo and even the necessary visits to your parents had been drastically reduced to mere lunches with bodyguards roaming through their house.

Talking to Haschwalth about your uneasiness and discomfort had led to arguments between the two of you and you had not failed to notice how his mother seemed uncharacteristically gregarious the day after your altercations with her son. Maids talked a lot, unfortunately. However, you were not going to tolerate this situation any longer. Collecting your clothes and belongings into a bag, you had asked Haschwalth to meet you at the train station, after escaping the bodyguards’ watch, while shopping at the mall.

When he found you, alone, piercing blue eyes pinning you on the spot, he realized it was the end of the road for you two. You were distraught, hands wiping away the tears from your face, whilst you attempted to talk.

“I love you. I really do. But that’s not the life I expected to live with you. It’s never the two of us. They hate me, Haschwalth” you started, your boyfriend’s jaw clenching.

“I am expected to become the King of this Country. If you wish for me to turn my back at my family, you are clearly mistaken” he replied lowly, twisting the blade in your heart already making you bleed out before his magnificent eyes.

You shook your head “That’s why I have to leave, Haschwalth. I don’t want you to give up on the throne, or go against your family. I just… I needed you to stand by my side, when they denigrated me publicly” you punctuated, but even this was not enough to make him flinch.

They had taught him how to suppress his emotions well. Stolid, impassive, detached from sentimental matters. Maybe way too much for him to build a strong, intimate connection in a healthy relationship.

He did not look away, instead he took a single step closer to you “You do understand that’s not affordable for the future heir of the throne? It’s something beyond my willpower. — he replied, voice firm and devoid of any affection he had usually opted for in your regards — I would never ask you to disrepect your parents, if their antics offended me. Insofar as possible, I’ll make sure you can rely on me. Don’t make a scene”.

“No, Haschwalth. I refuse to be mistreated by the band of lackeys your mother surrounds herself with and pretend everything’s fine! — you blurted out, drawing the attention of some people waiting for their train on the platform — I should have known I meant less than a noble title” you choked out, right before turning around and heading straight to the coach assigned to you.

His eyes followed you, a turmoil of contrasting feelings making their way in his mind. This was far from the life he wanted to share with you. Only when he saw the train departing, he realized he had lost you forever and how severe the emotional damage his parents had inflicted to him really was. He felt kind of dehumanized, an empty shell even in private matters.

Your absence affected him more than you could have ever imagined. He watched you from afar for months, making sure you were fine without him. And you were. It hurt him immensely and, even though he wanted to contact you, he did not. You needed space and time and it was probably for the better. He had watched your lovable smile fade from your face through the time you had spent at the Royal Palace. Now, watching you eat a pizza with your friends, he witnessed to you blossoming again into the radiant girl he had met a long time ago.

Maybe, one day, if you still wanted him, he would have come knocking at your door again, offering his heart to you on a silver tray.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

From the moment you had seen him getting off of his motorbike outside a bar, black leather jacket and cheeky grin modeling the wondrous eyes of the girls sipping on their drinks into glossy hearts, hoping vainly for him to choose them, you knew he was troubles. The wise ones turned their heads away from him, reminding themselves of who he was, where he came from and what kind of a player he was. You had tried to do the same, but you were a little more adventurous and naive back then.

He bought you a drink, rizzed you up and you decided to stay by his side for more than a one-night stand. Boy, how delighted you were to find out he actually had decided to stop collecting broken hearts anywhere he went. You dated for a while, then you settled down and your life turned upside down. You met his friends, learned a little more about the place he came from and you had the confirmation he was part of a gang called ‘The Espada’.

You thought you could handle the situation. You even stitched up his friends for free, when they dropped by your house wounded, collecting scars from the violent fights with cops, or members of other gangs. It took a while to realize Grimmjow did not want to change his lifestyle. According to him, he already had made a lot of progresses since you two had become a couple. You would have been a liar not to agree with him on that: after all, he had even dressed up in a nice clean white shirt and attended a dinner with your parents. He behaved that night, you felt on cloud nine.

But things changed abruptly a couple of weeks later.

He began to come home later than usual, battered, nervous. The news an emerging gang was raising and had declared war to ‘The Espada’ began to spread.

It was your best friend’s birthday and Grimmjow had been invited too. He was busy patrolling a zone, hence he had let you know he would have met up with you later. When hours began to pass and most of the guests had left the party, you sensed something had gone wrong. You hopped into your car, driving to what you had grown to learn was his gang’s den. Of course they tried to keep you out of the situation, but how could you not fight your way inside, when you heard someone screaming at the top of his lungs. The scene welcoming you into that barrelhouse made your stomach churn. A man, battered, tethered like an animal to a chair. His face was a bloody mess, but so was your boyfriend’s one.

When your eyes met, he cussed and punched that man one last time before marching towards you. For the first time ever you feared he was going to harm you too and, when his hand gripped your forearm with far less grace than you expected, you began to wriggle in terror.

“Let me go! Grimmjow, hands off, now!” you squealed, your protests falling to deaf ears as he led you out of the pub.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”.

“Is that even important?! Look at yourself, Grimmjow! That’s blood! There’s blood on your clothes, on your face! What the Hell was that?” you questioned him, hands trying to reach for his face to check on him for any injuries.

He groaned and turned his head to the side scornfully “It’s not mine, alright? Mind your damn business, princess. That’s not a place for you. What is it, don’t you like this anymore?”.

His words blinded you, the sound of your hand colliding against his cheek made you flinch as well. You had hit him. You really had. Despite that, the one sobbing before his eyes were you. He sighed, glaring down at your smaller frame like a caged animal. He was restraining himself.

You took a step back, swallowing thickly “I can’t stand there and watch you ruin your life and… And kill people” you stated then, hands shaking.

Grimmjow shoved his hands into his pockets, eyeing you contemptuously “I was like that before I met you, sweet cheeks. — he gruffly said — If you want to stick around, suck it up. Otherwise, go hook up with a Prince. One of those fuckers whose hands smell like money, not of gasoline and blood”.

The world seemed to shake under your feet, your hand clasped over your mouth as you realized how stupid you had been to fall for him. To believe he could actually change. He was toxic for you. He was a monster. This was not your boyfriend.

“Fuck you” you muttered, jogging towards your car with a blurry vision and stomach cramps. You drove away into the night, miraculously making it back home safe and sound. Clueless, among other things, that Grimmjow had sent Ulquiorra after you to make sure you were fine.

Deep down he knew he had screwed up and, every single time he drove by your house, he remembered all those summer evenings spent on your rooftop with your fingers running through his soft blue hair and how much loved he had felt for the first time ever in his life. It was not just sex. It was not just about the way he fucked you. You were not a random girl. He loved you.

Urahara Kisuke.

A brilliant, laidback engineer who had easily whisked you off to live a colourful life travelling the world by his side. It was easy loving Kisuke Urahara. He never missed a chance to make you laugh and tell you to pack your stuff for your next tropical destination, a trip organized specifically for a project he was working on. He was also a party person, very popular among important people and, unfortunately, with the ladies.

Kisuke would have never broken your heart. This was what he had promised you so many times, espacially while you were tangled into the bedsheets of your bedroom. Panting, sweating, he swore to love you through breathy groans. You believed him, of course you did. Maybe, you should have kept an eye on him and his best friend, the eclectic artist Yoruichi Shihoin. Maybe you should have not let her hang around with him so often. Still, you did not like being controlling. You had no apparent reason to be resentful to her, or to put a leash on your boyfriend.

Staring in horror at the two of them, naked, into the bed where Kisuke had told you so many times you were the only woman he loved, felt like someone had kicked you in your guts. They had played you like a complete idiot. It pained you to find out your boyfriend’s rival was right. He had tried to warn you about Kisuke’s habit of enchanting people with words and hide his second nature masterly.

“I can explain!” Kisuke breathed out, reaching for his sweatpants in a hurry to chase after you.

Yoruichi, on the other hand, sat comfortably on your side of the bed. Her topaz yellow eyes bored into yours, a mocking grin gracing her lips. She could keep him, for all you cared. A man who cheated would have done it again and again.

You scoffed and stormed out of the bedroom hastily “I don’t need a goddamn oculist, Kisuke. Go to Hell” you snapped, hellbent to leave that house as soon as possible.

He ran after you, quick to block your path “Baby, please, I know I fucked up. I’m sorry, I’m terribly sorry! Just… Just let me explain” he pleaded you, the vulnerability in his eyes almost making you faltering. But it was enough. You were fed up. He had cheated on you, you had wasted opportunities and chances to support him in his work. All for what?

Where did it get you? To be disrespected in your own house, under your nose.

“No, thank you, I don’t want to hear another word coming out of your mouth. Congrats for having reduced our relationship to a huge pile of shit. That’s the best construction you’ve ever made” you spitefully hissed at his face, your throat constricting with each hateful word leaving your mouth as you pushed past him and ran off to your car.

Kisuke fell onto his knees, hands fisting his sandy hair, while he realized what he had done. He felt lost without you. Yoruichi made her getaway almost immediately, leaving him alone and with a shattered heart in his chest. The bitter taste of your break-up indulged on his tongue for a long time, culminating in a terrible phase of regrets when he saw you walking by Sosuke Aizen’s side. A gleeful smile on your lips, you let that bastard loop his arm around your waist.

You seemed happy. You truly were. The problem was you were happy without him. This was something he could have never done a damn thing about.

Kisuke knew he had lost you forever.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! Angst, yes, a lot of angst. If any of the above shit happen to you, RUN FROM THAT MAN. Those are not red flags, those are RED BLANKETS. Love you all! Let me know what you think about this!

As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Love,

Luce

[my-my-my]

KINKTOBER DAY 10 - Face Sitting: Shunsui Kyoraku x Female Reader

This is a slight continuation from Day 1 (grooming). Requested by @milapurr.

Summary: All work and no play make Shunsui... something something. Nanao kicks him out of the Seretei for 10 days and 10 nights, and what is poor Shunsui to do?

TW: MDNI! Alcohol consumption mention, exhausted Shunsui, face sitting (fem receiving), sixty-nine.

Word count: 2703

Read on AO3 here.

“How was your vacation, Nanao-chan?” Head Captain Kyoraku asked, a lazy smile on his face as he lounged in his seat, “you certainly look a bit different.” Kyoraku chuckled at Nanao’s growing red face.

“It was fine!” Nanao huffed, “Lieutenant Matsumoto chose a particularly warm place.” Nanao grumbled, as she slammed her gift bag on Kyoraku’s desk. Kyoraku peeped into the bag and saw some novelty items, and a particularly large bottle of alcohol.

“What’s this?” Kyoraku said, inspecting the bottle.

“Rum.” Nanao said, confidently. “It’s a specialty of the region we went to.”

Kyoraku hummed as he opened the bottle and took in the alcohol’s scent. “Maybe I should visit this place too.” He grinned, earning a glare from Nanao.

“No you don’t, sir! You need to finish all these documents before you even think about taking a vacation.” She said in a pointed tone, leaving no room for argument.

Sighing into his seat, Kyoraku grumbled and put the bottle of rum away. Page after page, Kyoraku distracted himself by dreaming of sunny skies and warm breezes.

Kyoraku poured himself the remaining drops of the rum Nanao had bought him months ago, sitting next to Ukitake’s gravestone. He sighed as he stared into the now empty bottle, it’s sweet, yet alcoholic scent lingering in the air.

“You would’ve liked this drink, Jushiro.” Kyoraku said, sighing again. He stared at the sky, there was a slight chill in the air, and the crisp breeze didn’t help but add to the forlorn mood Kyoraku was in. He drank his glass of rum, savouring its taste.

“Maybe I should go on vacation…” he muttered, staring wistfully into the sky. He was Head Commander after all, wasn’t he allowed to have a break too?

He headed back to his office, where Nanao and Okikiba were handling paperwork and other bureaucratic nonsense Kyoraku avoided to do. He looked at the stack of paper on his desk, his eyes glazing over as he skimmed through the inane notes left by Central 46.

Without even realizing, Kyoraku let out another loud sigh, surprising Nanao. It was rare for her to see her captain in a despondent mood like this. She took a hard look at him. He looked… exhausted. There was a slight dark circle and bag under his eye, and his facial hair was beginning to look unkept.

“Captain,” Nanao asked, looking at him directly in the face, “are you alright?”

Kyoraku was startled by the question, but gave a half smile, “it could be worse.” Then went back to skimming documents.

“When was the last time you went on vacation?”

Kyoraku stopped and leaned into his seat. He thought deeply but couldn’t recall an immediate answer. Since the defeat of Yhwach, the shuffling of captains and lieutenants in the Gotei 13, as well as tracking Yhwach’s residual reiatsu…

He hadn’t taken a break since more than a century ago, he realized.

Nanao gave him a sad smile, “sir, let’s finish up for today. I think we can continue these documents tomorrow.” She said, taking his completed documents off his desk. “Also, I think you need a bit of a shave.” She commented, scrutinizing his face.

Kyoraku gave her a blank stare then let out a laugh, shocking Nanao and Okikiba. Maybe he’s alright after all Nanao thought, as she continued to stare at Kyoraku. As everything was put away, Kyoraku bid his two lieutenants good night and walked to his private quarters.

Kyoraku’s alcohol collection was substantial. Sake, upon sake, wine, after wine. He had a drink for every occasion, but… nothing called to him other than the rum from Nanao. His personal servants had prepared him a meal, which was delicious, but it wasn’t fulfilling his craving. He stared at the empty bottle on his shelf as he pondered about what to do.

What Kyoraku didn’t expect the next day was Nanao pushing him out of the office and into a Senkaimon she had created. What Kyoraku also didn’t expect, was a calm sea breeze, sunny skies and Nanao casting a clothing spell on him. Instead of his Shinigami attire, Nanao had swapped his straw hat for a sun hat, and his robes for a loose-fitting button-up shirt and floral swim trunks reminiscent of his robe.

Kyoraku hummed as he inspected his surroundings, adjusting his hat to get a better view of the landscape. White sand meeting the aqua-hued ocean, with sea gulls soaring high in the sky. He wasn’t completely alone though, as he saw a few people lounging on the beach. He turned around and saw the resort in full view.

As he walked through the entrance, concierge immediately greeted him, “thank you for staying at the Grand Wailea, Mr. Kyoraku! Your assistant, Ms. Ise, had requested us to give you this.” The clerk handed Kyoraku a bottle of the rum he had been thinking about.

“My, my, she’s full of surprises, isn’t she.” He laughed, thanking them. Another staff attendant escorted Kyoraku to his suite, that had an immaculate view of the ocean, and his own private infinity pool. As if on cue, his phone linking to Soul Society, rang.

“Hello” Kyoraku answered in a chipper tone.

“Captain, I’m assuming you made it to your suite without any problems?” Nanao asked.

“Yes, yes, Nanao-chan. I—”

But before he could get a word in, Nanao interjected, “I booked your suite for 10 days and 10 nights. Please enjoy yourself sir. Also, the suite I booked you in has spa and massage services. I request you use them.” She said in a pointed tone.

Kyoraku let out a sheepish chuckle, “of course, Nanao-chan. But thank you for preparing this.”

Nanao was silent on the other end, “… you’re welcome. Enjoy your trip, sir.” And she disconnected the call.

Throwing his phone on the bed, Kyoraku looked around his suite and noticed that there was a suitcase in the corner already. Knowing Nanao, she had packed away suitable attire for him, enough for his entire stay and then some. He walked over to window in the bedroom and opened, the sea breeze filling the room.

A loud yawn escaped Kyoraku, as he plopped himself on his bed, letting the breeze and ocean waves lull him to sleep.

Kyoraku was thoroughly enjoying his stay at the resort. Nanao had booked him a rum-tasting tour, suggest a visit to the nearby casino, and other activities to fill his time. But currently, as he lounged under his umbrella on the beach, he was appreciating the view.

But not of the beautiful beach and ocean, but one that called to his baser instincts, the beautiful women in swimsuits. His eyes peered over everyone, before placing his hat on his face. With the heat of the sun, the lulling sound of the ocean waves and the sea breeze, Kyoraku fell asleep on his towel.

Until he heard a familiar laugh. His face twitched at the sound, then he heard familiar voice. He lifted his hat and looked around the beach, where he saw you.

You were with your friends, laughing, smiling and enjoying yourselves at the beach. Kyoraku smiled to himself as he looked over your swimsuit, it complimented your body beautifully. You wore a wide-brim sun hat and sunglasses as you and your friends chatted away. Your smile was as radiant as ever, Kyoraku couldn’t help but smile when he saw it.

But he didn’t want to intrude on your own vacation, so he fell back asleep.

Kyoraku jolted up, unsure of how long he napped for. Was it for a few hours? A few minutes? He couldn’t tell, the sun was still shining as bright as ever, but he looked around and saw you alone, reading something.

Kyoraku cranked out the kinks in his neck and back as he walked over to you. You didn’t notice him at all.

“What are you reading, dear?” Kyoraku inquired, smiling as he saw you jump at his voice.

“Oh Shunsui! You scared me!” You looked at him in surprise. “Come, sit with me! My friends went back to their rooms.” You smiled at him, patting down a spot next to you. Shunsui lowered himself and you gave a slight blush, remembering how much larger he was compared to you. “What brings you here?” You inquire, hoping to distract yourself.

Shunsui gave you a lazy smile, “my assistants thought I needed a vacation, so to my surprise, they booked me here.”

“That’s very kind of them to do that! It’s not easy to book a room here.” You said, a pout forming on your lips.

“Is that envy I hear in your voice, my dove.” Shunsui teased. He snickered as he brought his face close to yours.

You huffed, “no! I’m just saying, you have kind assistants, that’s all.”

“Whatever you say, dear.” Shunsui laughed, kissing you on the lips.

You kissed him back, much to your surprise. It had been months since you last saw each other, and as frustrating as it was for you, you were relieved to see him. You felt the familiar ache growing between your thighs as Shunsui pulled away.

“How long are staying for?” Shunsui asked, brushing his lips on your forehead. He pulled you closer to his side.

“I leave in 2 days.” You sigh, looking back to the ocean. “How about you?”

“Another week.”

You frowned again, “that must be nice.” You huffed again.

“How long were you on vacation for?” Shunsui asked, stealing another kiss from your lips.

“I’m only here for four days…” you sigh, leaning into his body.

“Then why don’t you stay with me?” He asked, grinning as he saw your face drop with shock.

“Oh, I couldn’t!” You gasped, “I’d have to rebook my flight and everything, and I wouldn’t be able to cover my share of your room.”

“It’s on me, petal.” Shunsui said, cupping your chin, forcing you to look at him as he gave you a lazy smile. “I haven’t seen you in a while, and my suite is too big for just one person,” he chuckled. “And I’ll cover your flight. It’s the least I can do.”

You bit your cheek, he has a whole suite? You thought to yourself. Now you were trying to find a reason to say no. It’s not like you and your friends were flying out together… they were leaving tomorrow anyways.

“I also have a few tours and sight-seeing activities planned. But I do better with some company.” Shunsui teased, as if to sway you to stay. “Well… in that case, I guess it can’t be helped!” You said sarcastically, “someone has to make sure you attend your tours” you said, before kissing him again.

You fell on to Shunsui’s, well now your, bed, letting out a loud sigh after a busy day. You and Shunsui had swam and enjoyed the ocean waves, before you invited him to dinner with your friends. Your friends took him in stride, as you introduced him as a client, and surprisingly, Shunsui toned down his flirting in front of them. Your friends didn’t question anything, and as a token of his gratitude, Shunsui paid for the entire group’s meal.

But once dinner was over, you pretended to say goodbye to him and head back to your room… then sneaked away and move some of your things into Shunsui’s suite.

“I’m jealous, Shunsui! This suite is beautiful.” You said out loud, staring out the window. The moon was full and bright, shining into his infinity pool.

“Thank you,” Shunsui laughed, unbuttoning his dress shirt, “but that goes to my assistant. She planned my entire trip.”

“I see, she knows you very well.” You said, curiosity filling your voice.

“I suppose she does, she’s known me for most of her life.” Shunsui said calmly, entering the bedroom. “She is my niece after all. But enough about her, what have you been up to, petal? Did you miss me?” Shunsui said, standing over you.

Your heart skipped a beat as he stared down at you. His hair was down, covering the faded scar of his mysterious injury. His eyepatch was also gone, as his one eye leered at you. His muscular chest, covered with the familiar thatch of chest hair trailing down to his unfastened pants, his belt gone. Without realizing, you licked your lips as you saw a faint hint of a bulge under his trousers.

You looked at his face, lifting the skirt of your dress up. Shunsui’s eye widened at the sight. You weren’t wearing anything under your skirt. “Naughty girl, where are your manners?” Shunsui teased, as he nestled himself between your legs.

You stuck out your tongue and made a face, “I was hoping me and you could sneak out during dinner.” You teased, rubbing your already wet pussy.

Shunsui clicked his tongue, “I’m sorry to disappoint you, petal. I have something to make up for it.” He answered, giving you a devious smirk. He laid down next to you, “take off your dress and come here.” He said, pointing to his face. Your eyes widened, but you didn’t hesitate at all.

Your thighs straddled the sides of Shunsui’s head as he grabbed on to your hips. He lifted you with easy as you felt his nose brush against your clit, earning a loud moan from you. Then you felt his expert tongue swipe at your folds, lapping up your juices from your dripping cunt.

You didn’t hide your voice, letting your moans and cries out freely as Shunsui continued  his feast on you. You were grateful for his strength; his hands were a vice grip on your hips as you thrashed above him.

“Shunsui, I’m- I’m” you shrieked, as your hips bucked above him. Your legs tensed up and you let out the loudest scream you could recall, your vision turning white from the pleasure Shunsui had given you. Your body then slumped in his hands, before you were pulled away from Shunsui’s face.

“My, my,” Shunsui drawled. You whined from the sudden loss, before staring at his face, clear liquid covering him.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “I’m so sorry, Shunsui!” You yelped.

Shunsui laughed, “oh no apologies, kitten. Is this the first time you’ve squirted?”

You felt your face grow hot, but you nodded your head.

Shunsui gave a lazy smirk, before kissing your inner thighs, “it’s better than any dessert I could ask for.”

“Do you want seconds?” You teased, as you snuck your hand between your thighs, feeling how wet you were. You trembled at the sensation, but Shunsui was staring at you intensely.

“I’d love seconds, but face the other way this time, dear.” Shunsui asked, as you maneuvered yourself in the opposite side.

You were facing his legs, and saw his erection under his pants. But before you could grab his cock, you felt Shunsui slip his tongue between your folds again, wrapping his lips on your clit. You arched your back from the feeling, but were determined to make him feel good too.

Without hesitation, you pulled out his thick shaft, dribbling with precum. Shunsui repositioned himself to make it easier for you to swallow his cock. You groaned at the sensation of having your pussy licked, with your mouth stuffed with his cock. Shunsui’s hand left your hip and threaded itself in your hair, as he guided you against him.

The two of you were ravenous for each other, as if trying to see who would cum first. You moaned around his cock as Shunsui’s nose bumped into your clit, his tongue greedily licking the juices off your lips.

You pulled your mouth off his cock and turned your head. Shunsui pulled himself away from you and slapped your ass, “good girl.” He smiled as you ran your tongue over his cock, wanting more of him. He watched you bob your head up and down his shaft, your moans sending wonderful sensations to his cock. He then buried his face back into your pussy. This was the vacation I needed, he thought, smiling into you, thinking of all the ways he would find himself between your legs for the rest of the trip. Maybe she should try some of that rum... he thought, as you twitched above him, another orgasm rolling through your body.

The title of this on AO3 is "The Slang Word P(*)ssy Rolls Off The Tongue With Far Better Ease Than The Proper Word Vagina. Do You Agree?" by André 3000. I felt it was super fitting for Shunsui and this theme haha! I'll admit, this was a bit of a struggle to write (I didn't have an idea of where I wanted to go with this one), but I ended up finding something to work with. I hope you guys enjoy it, thanks for reading! :)

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matters of the heart // ukitake jushiro & kyoraku shunsui (pt. 2)

tw ⇢ highly suggestive content, strong sexual tension, making out, slight nipple play, just a hint of ukitake x kyoraku, lots and lots of complicated feelings

wc ⇢ 3.4k

part one | part two | part three

You found yourself absentmindedly running your fingers along the spines of the ancient tomes lining Ukitake's chamber walls - a nervous habit born from too many silent visitations attempting to soothe his latest spells of ill health.

Even now, after centuries of close companionship, there was something about being alone with the sickly captain that made your pulse skip erratically. A burgeoning sense of anticipation you didn't quite understand fluttering low in your belly.

"You seem distracted today, my dear," Ukitake's mild tenor cut through the heavy stillness, instantly commanding your attention. "Is something weighing on your mind?"

You glanced over to find him watching you with those lambent green eyes, expression etched into thoughtful lines as he studied your momentary lapse in composure. A tremulous smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you turned to face him fully.

"As perceptive as always, Jūshirō," you acknowledged with a rueful dip of your chin. "Though I can't seem to put my finger on what precisely is causing my...distraction this time."

It wasn't quite a lie. While flashes of your heated encounter with Kyōraku continued swirling through your psyche, it was the undercurrent of ineffable yearning in his eyes that wouldn't quite leave you be. As if he'd purposefully laid bare some fundamental truth about your long-intertwined existences that you'd been studiously ignoring until now.

Ukitake made a soft noise of contemplation, seemingly unaware of the direction your chaotic thoughts had taken. "I see. Well, you needn't suffer under its weight alone. I'm happy to lend an ear, if you think unburdening yourself may help..."

He trailed off meaningfully, the achingly sincere invitation settling around your shoulders with gentle insistence. You felt your breath catch minutely, rooted to the spot as you simply drank in the sight of him - hale and vibrant in a stolen moment of relatively robust health.

The tender sincerity bleeding from his every pore acted like a tonic upon your psyche. You felt the tangled knots of tension slowly being massaged loose as the endless expanse of your decades upon decades of close friendship blanketed you like a soothing balm.

How many times had you simply existed in these suspended heartbeats of abject intimacy with Ukitake over the course of your entwined lives? Drawn solace from his quiet steadfastness like a parched traveler at an oasis in the endless wastes of Soul Society's eternal churning?

Too many to count. Just as the number of times you had effortlessly gravitated into his vital orbit without a second thought threatened to blur together into a singular, unbroken spiral of cherished recollections and fevered devotions.

It was this bone-deep certainty of what existed between you that suddenly allowed the chaos of your thoughts to settle into soothing stillness. For all that Kyōraku's burning stare and wrenching confessions had shattered your tranquility, upending your composure onto uncertain new tides...here, with Ukitake, you felt the indistinct pull of a different sort of sublime gravity reasserting itself.

"Actually..." you murmured at last, crossing the space between you with unhurried grace to resettle yourself at Ukitake's bedside. "I think perhaps you're the only one who can help put my mind at ease on this matter, Jūshirō."

Ukitake cocked his head slightly in that endearingly quizzical way of his, patiently waiting for you to elaborate. You inhaled a steadying breath, feeling the treacherous flutter of courage sparking to life as you allowed the words to spill forth in an earnest, unvarnished tide:

"Tell me...do you ever look at someone and realize in a single, dawning moment that they are an inextricable part of your existence? That no matter how far your paths have strayed or how deeply separated your fates have become over the eras...there's some transcendent tether anchoring you together in a way that defies reckoning or separation?"

You watched Ukitake's expression shift into something unnameable and visceral as you spoke, felt an imperceptible current of spiritual energy begin to thrum between your interwoven existences. For several breaths, he simply absorbed your softly murmured epiphany with rapt attentiveness.

Then, slowly, he shifted until you found yourselves a mere hairsbreadth apart - separated only by the gossamer partition of realities as he gentled his larger hand over yours and peered down at you with an achingly tender intensity that robbed you of breath.

"Yes," Ukitake rasped out fervently, each infinitesimal consonant seeming to sear itself into the fabric of your spiritual essence. "I've found...I do know precisely what you speak of."

The look he leveled into you then was a devastatingly radiant testament of truths brought to searing awakening. For in that moment, it felt as though every lingering gossamer shroud between your essences was rendered to smoke and char, leaving only the sublime inevitability of an infinite, soulful conjunction smoldering in the aftermath.

A heavy, electrically charged silence descended as Ukitake's words seemed to resonate through the space between you with a profound weight. You felt the delicate hairs along your nape prickling as an unmistakable frisson of anticipation began thrumming through your spiritual signature.

Almost unconsciously, you found yourself shifting nearer until the sides of your bodies were flush - heedless of propriety or restraint. Ukitake's intense jade regard didn't waver an inch, burning straight through to your deepest core as if he could perceive the molten truths roiling just beneath the surface of your composure.

You parted your lips, intending to respond, but the simple inhale felt thick and heady - as though the atmosphere itself had transformed into something molten and viscous. Charged with undercurrents too primal and indefinable to put into mere words.

Ukitake seemed to recognize the weight of the moment as well. His free hand drifted up in an unhurried, reverent glide until calloused fingertips ghosted along the line of your jaw with maddening delicacy. You couldn't quite smother the full-body shiver that lanced through you at the featherlight caress, suddenly hyper-aware of every molecule of air displacing against your heated skin.

"Tell me..." Ukitake rasped out, the low timbre of his voice seeming to reverberate straight into your marrow. "What finally allowed you to perceive the truth of this...inextricable bond between us?"

He emphasized the last few words with an achingly poignant lilt, thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip with tortuous leisure. You shuddered again at the sensation, feeling your composure rapidly splintering into a thousand incandescent shards as his spiritual pressure seemed to enfold you in a palpably smoldering embrace.

"I...Shunsui..." You managed to stammer out, feeling the brand of Ukitake's touch searing away any semblance of coherence. "He tried to..."

An infinitesimal furrow creased Ukitake's brow at the mention of your other oldest friend and confidant. His expression settled into one of rapt contemplation as he parsed the implications of what you were struggling and failing to articulate directly.

Then, with a subtle shift of weight, he was bridging the final scant inches between your bodies - close enough for you to feel the scorching thrum of his spiritual pressure like an electrical storm resonating in your bones. Ukitake pinned you with his piercing stare, the hand cupping your jaw flexing with undisguised possession. When he spoke again, each word dripped with smoldering intensity.

"Go on..." he commanded in that low, reverent rasp that seemed to ignite lancing trails of heat across every inch of your tingling flesh. "Tell me how our dearest friend finally revealed the depth of what this has always been between us. What inevitability we have only been deluding ourselves against embracing fully until now..."

You could only whimper softly at the blatant undercurrents of challenge and promise threaded through Ukitake's murmured intimations. He held you completely transfixed, helpless against the intoxicating sensory onslaught of his proximity and burning spiritual magnitude.

It would be so easy to finally surrender entirely in that moment - to arch into the delicious friction of your bodies pressed infinitesimally nearer and close the remaining distance into oblivion. To seal your existences into the sort of rapturous coalescence you now realized was the inevitable culmination of this fraught, eternal dance you and Ukitake had been engaged in since the dawn of your earliest recollections.

But the flickering remnants of propriety and self-restraint wouldn't permit such an absolute dissolution...not yet. So you clung to every fraying thread of composure and managed to drag coherency back into your words in trembling, breathless fragments.

"He...Shunsui tried to seduce me after reliving heated memories of our promiscuous Academy days," you rasped out in a confessional rush. "He held me and kissed me... But then pulled back, reminding me that you were the one whose yearnings deserved to be honored."

A muscle ticked in Ukitake's chiseled jaw as he absorbed your staggered recounting. His thumb traced a scorching path along your kiss-swollen lips before sinking lower to languidly follow the thrumming pulse at the base of your throat.

"I see..." he rumbled at last, the words seeming to reverberate straight into your hollow marrow with bass intensity. "So it took our dear friend openly showing his desire for you to finally break the fragile delusions that were hiding this unchangeable truth?"

Ukitake shifted again infinitesimally, until his nose was a searing brand against the vulnerable juncture behind your ear. You felt his lips ghost a searing whisper of contact against your flushed skin as he continued in an even deeper, grittier rasp:

"Good...then I suppose I should show you precisely how much more fierce and inextricable my own yearnings burn, hmm?"

The unspoken promise in his richly intoned words washed over you in a searing tsunami, effectively scouring away what miniscule reservations still flickered. In that suspended breath, you simply nodded in a tiny, helpless motion and surrendered utterly - finally embracing the inevitability of Ukitake's rapturous possession without resistance or restraint.

Ukitake's lips curved into the barest hint of a smirk as he absorbed your silent acquiescence, emerald gaze blazing with the first inklings of unholy intent. Without preamble, he slanted his mouth over the scorching pulse point beneath your jaw in a featherlight graze of contact.

You couldn't stifle the trembling whimper that spilled free at the exquisite brand of his mouth against your hypersensitized flesh. Ukitake simply hummed out a low rumble of approval, apparently taking immense satisfaction in reducing you to such delirious disarray.

His questing lips trailed higher in a string of searing, gossamer kisses along the elegant column of your throat. Each maddening point of contact seemed to sizzle straight through to your very core, stoking embers of rapture you'd been determinedly smothering for far too long.

At the same time, you felt the slow, torturous drift of Ukitake's thumb skating up from where it had been branding patterns into the pliant flesh of your inner wrist. Higher and higher it inched in a molten glide until finally brushing the pebbled peak of your nipple in a devastatingly casual caress through the thin material of your kosode.

You bucked helplessly into the white-hot frisson of sensation with a strangled keen of need. But Ukitake was utterly merciless, maintaining that same infinite leisure as he scattered scorching whispers of intimacy across your bared throat and scissored his thumb and forefinger around the sensitive bud of your breast in an expert pinch.

Just when you felt on the precipice of shattering completely beneath the banked intensity of his onslaught, Ukitake stilled. You blinked up at him in a haze of frantic bewilderment, only to find his burning stare fixed over your shoulder towards the distant doorway. A heartbeat later, you sensed the subtle displacement in the atmosphere signaling another spiritual signature rapidly encroaching.

Kyōraku...of course. As if the universe itself had decreed to slam you back into harsh reality before you fully surrendered to oblivion.

Ukitake exhaled a soft, rueful huff even as he withdrew from your intimate tangle with maddening nonchalance. Though his eyes still blazed like emerald suns gone supernova, the inscrutable mask of composure had clicked firmly back into place.

By the time Kyōraku came ambling into view, there was no outward indication of the seismic undercurrents still roiling between you and Ukitake - save for the fine sheen of perspiration beading your brow and the slightly dazed look you couldn't quite banish.

Kyōraku's gaze tracked between the two of you with palpably weighting intensity. And in that pause-laden moment, you realized with searing clarity that he perceived the shift, the unmistakable blaze fueled to rapturous awakening between his two closest companions.

Yet his expression remained jovial and easy, the facade of their easygoing dynamic reasserting itself smoothly as he quipped a suggestive joke about interrupting an intimate moment. You couldn't quite restrain the flare of heat that rose in your cheeks, but Ukitake's answering chortle and breezy deflection was flawlessly executed.

The atmosphere was thick with unspoken undercurrents as Kyōraku settled himself next to Ukitake's bedside. You could practically feel the weighted stares he kept cutting between you and the pale-haired captain, clearly sensing the charged shift that had occurred.

"Well now, what sort of private moment did I intrude upon?" Kyōraku remarked lightly, though his perceptive gaze revealed he knew there was more than idle chatter at play.

Ukitake's responding chuckle seemed almost too casual as he waved a dismissive hand. "Nothing untoward, I assure you. We were simply...catching up as old friends are wont to do."

The meaningful look he cut your way made your pulse spike treacherously. You fought to keep your expression impassive, though Kyōraku's knowing smirk said he missed nothing.

"Is that so?" he drawled, taking an indolent sip from the sake dish never far from his side. "My, it seems I may need to loosen up a bit in my twilight years. Such innocuous 'catching up' shouldn't leave lovely faces so delightfully flushed."

You couldn't stop the telltale flush from warming your cheeks further at his blatant insinuation. Ukitake simply made a soft noise of mild reproval in the back of his throat, though the gleam in his green eyes spoke volumes.

The three of you settled into familiar, easy banter after that - trading jokes and gossiping about the latest Seireitei happenings. But the undercurrent of charged tension wouldn't dissipate so easily.

You were hyperaware of every weighted look and pregnant pause between Ukitake and Kyōraku, the two men communicating entire paragraphs of subtext with the slightest arched brow or quirked smirk. Meanwhile, the lingering imprint of Ukitake's callused fingers continued branding itself into your flesh like a searing brand any time your gazes met and held.

The depths of desire he'd allowed to flare so blazingly between you before Kyōraku's interruption seemed to smolder in the heated jade of the captain's stare. As if he was simply biding his time until you were alone once more to pick up where the rapturous awakening had been halted.

For his part, Kyōraku played the fool with his usual masterful grace and nonchalance. But you caught the occasional shadowed look he shot Ukitake when he thought you weren't observing - weighted with knowledge and unspoken admissions that raised the fine hairs along your nape.

Whatever had finally catalyzed the tectonic shift in dynamics between the three of you, it was clear the former boundaries and easygoing affections would never again be tenable. You had crossed firmly into new intimate territory - one thick with inexorable gravities and the heady promise of profoundly intertwined fates finally being embraced without restraint.

As Kyōraku's boisterous stories and Ukitake's mild rejoinders washed over you, you couldn't shake the sense that you were teetering on the brink of rapturous surrender. That inevitable moment when the last vaporous veils would finally part...and the truth of what existed between your entwined existences would blaze into searing transcendence at last.

You spent the next little while basking in the comfortable camaraderie and familiar rapport shared between the three lifelong friends. The easy jokes and gentle ribbing flowed as naturally as breathing, helping to soothe away the last lingering wisps of charged tension thrumming beneath the surface.

At least for the moment. You caught Ukitake's gaze straying to you with unmistakable hunger more than once, only for him to quickly shutter it behind that placid mask of mild pleasantries whenever Kyōraku's sharp stare flickered his way.

Finally, you decided to take your leave before the fragile veil of propriety surrounding the intimate undercurrents could disintegrate entirely. Rising fluidly, you fired off one final teasing wink at the two captains.

"Well, this has been a delightful interlude as always, gentlemen. But I really must be going before poor Jushiro combusts from any more wicked teasing."

Kyōraku barked out a rich laugh at that, eyes dancing impishly. "Our dear friend makes a fair point, Ukitake. Wouldn't want you overtaxing that stubborn health with any overindulgences this evening."

Ukitake made a show of rolling his eyes long sufferingly, though the subtle uptick at the corners of his mouth revealed his amusement. You simply shook your head with a fondly exasperated smile and swept from the room, conscious of both men's weighted stares trailing after you.

The moment the door slid shut, cutting off your exit, you could have sworn you felt the atmosphere in Ukitake's chamber thicken perceptibly once more. You paused briefly, suddenly curious if either would breach the lingering tension now that you were out of sight. But their voices remained pitched too low to discern anything distinct, so you finally continued on your way.

Behind that closed door, Ukitake watched you depart with a hungry longing he didn't bother trying to disguise in front of Kyōraku. The other captain's deep chuckle rumbled through the stillness.

"Careful now, Ukitake. You're practically panting after our dear friend like a man half your age," he teased, amber eyes dancing with mirth.

Ukitake felt his cheeks warm slightly but didn't look away. "As if you were being the perfect example of subtlety earlier with all your crude insinuations."

Kyōraku's grin widened wolfishly. "Who, me? I was simply having a bit of fun reminiscing about old times, my friend. Though I must admit, the prospect of reliving certain...intimacies from our Academy days does hold some appeal still."

The suggestive arch of his eyebrow made Ukitake chuckle despite himself. Leave it to Kyōraku to steer any conversation into salacious territories without preamble.

"Is that what you'd call your drunken groping and slobbering kisses the other night?" he rejoined dryly. "Reliving old intimacies?"

Rather than looking abashed, Kyōraku simply laughed again - rich and full-bellied. "Ah, so she did fill you in on those details! I wondered if she'd confess to our heated indiscretions."

"She mentioned your antics, yes," Ukitake confirmed, unable to keep a slight edge from sharpening his tone as he recalled the pain he'd glimpsed lurking behind your eyes that evening. "Among other revelations that reordered certain...inevitabilities between us, it seems."

The meaningful weight he let linger on those last few words didn't go unmissed by Kyōraku. The older captain's expression sobered somewhat as he studied his closest friend's earnest countenance searchingly.

"I see," he murmured at last. "So you've finally allowed yourself to embrace the yearning you've carried for our friend all these long centuries, have you?"

Ukitake didn't look away from the other man's knowing stare, movements unhurried as he shifted closer until their spiritual signatures mingled with intimate proximity.

"I have," he rasped out simply. "Though I suspect you already discerned that awakening earlier, despite your teasing deflections."

Kyōraku's answering smile held no guile whatsoever as he reached out to clap Ukitake's shoulder warmly. There was only unvarnished approval shining in his russet eyes as he gave his oldest friend's arm a meaningful squeeze.

"You know I'll accept whatever path your heart has drawn you towards, Ukitake. Especially if it finally allows you to find happiness with the one whose radiance you've orbited since we were all young and reckless."

He let the weighted sincerity of his words linger meaningfully in the stillness for a beat, allowing Ukitake to parse his steadfast blessing of the profound intimacies now reordered between them and their third companion. Then his smile turned wolfish once more as he slanted the pale-haired captain a sly look.

"Though I do hope that path will still allow room for myself to...indulge in life's finer pleasures from time to time. I shudder to think of being wholly bereft of our dear friend's delectable company."

Ukitake surprised himself with a rich laugh at the shameless proposal, shaking his head ruefully even as he reached out to grasp Kyōraku's shoulder in a warrior's grip of profound understanding and fealty between them.

"As if anything could ever truly keep you from her, Kyoraku..."

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Can we get a part 2 of “asking for pics” with some other guys? Some of the captains, Shinji in particular 🥺 Thank you in advance if you do it!

Part 2: Asking Bleach Men for pics.

Captains!

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hello ! May I request a sleep sex scenario with a pinch of body worship for either toshiro or shunsui ?

Perhaps they had a rough day at work and desperately need a release and are willing to do what they need to do to get it ? I just feel like this scenario could work for either one ^^

hiiii! omggg of course!!!

Toshiro: He steps into the bedroom and his eyes gaze over at you, peacefully sprawled out in your shared bed. He carefully sets down his sword on the top of the dresser and takes off his captain cloak, setting it over a chair.

The darkness has consumed the room, the only light is the lamp on your nightstand. It creates shadows along your face as Toshiro walks over and sinks down into the mattress.

You feel the mattress sink a little as he presses his weight onto it. You roll over in the bed and toss an arm over Toshiro's chest. You toss your leg over his lap and Toshiro's breath hitches in his throat.

Your bare pussy is exposed underneath your nightgown that has now ridden up. Toshiro can't help it as his cock grows hard inside of his pants.

"That's interesting," you comment, feeling his erection pressing against your thigh.

"F-fuck, y/n. Damn it, I'm sorry," Toshiro hisses out, his cheeks turning red as he's embarrassed and ashamed of his actions.

"Aw, there's no need to be ashamed, Shiro. We all have our needs," you explain, your hand traveling down inside of his pants and slipping into his boxers.

Toshiro gasps as you wrap your fingers around his hard cock, stroking it. His hand grabs onto your thigh and squeezes it.

You soon start to wake up enough to straddle Toshiro's lap and tug down his pants and boxers. You gaze at his hard member, throbbing for you.

You're already wet in between your thighs as you sink down on his cock. Toshiro whimpers and his fingers dig into your hips.

"You're so pretty," Toshiro comments as you sway your hips back and forth. Your pussy is swallowing his cock, squeezing it with your walls ever so often.

You giggle and roll your eyes with amusement. "Are you just saying that so I'll keep going?" you ask, rolling your hips forward. Toshiro's breath hitches in his throat and he shakes his head.

"No, i mean it. You're the prettiest girl ever," Toshiro groans out, his breathing becoming heavier. He watches steadily as his cock disappears in and out of your pussy.

His member throbs inside of you and Toshiro clutches onto you, panting heavily. He starts to thrust his hips up, hitting that sweet spot of yours.

He grabs onto your hand and squeezes it harshly. He whimpers and squirms underneath you.

"Oh my God, please keep going," he begs you as you clench around his cock. He groans loudly and a knot forms in between his eyebrows.

Toshiro leans his head back, his jaw gaping open as hot ropes of cum shoot out from the head of his cock. He sighs heavily as you continue to roll your hips back and forth.

You become a whimpering mess, desperate and chasing after your own release. Toshiro grabs onto your hip and presses you down. The head of his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you and you cry out, thighs shaking.

He feels your cum dripping down to the hairy base of his cock and he cups your cheek as you come down from your high.

"I'm sorry, my pretty girl. Let's go to sleep now," Toshiro suggests, grabbing onto you and rolling you over onto your back. He slides out of your sore cunt and presses kisses all your face, arms circling around you.

Shunsui: Being the captain of the Soul Society has Shunsui under a lot of stress. He feels like he's got dumbbells pressing down on his chest and shoulders everyday. This weight only goes away when Shunsui comes home late at night to you.

He slowly creeps inside the room, shutting the door behind him as quietly as he can. The moonlight is shining in through the window, glimmering along your body as you're curled up in the bed.

Shunsui smiles to himself as you're fast asleep wearing his oversized shirt as your pink panties peak out. He groans quietly, feeling himself grow hard inside of his boxers.

Since Shunsui's been so busy, he hasn't really had any time to pleasure you or himself. Shunsui strips himself of his uniform and is left only in his boxers.

The bed shifts as Shunsui climbs into it, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. Your back is pressed against his bare chest and Shunsui presses his erection into the curve of your ass.

Your legs are spread enough that Shunsui is able to reach his hand down and start rubbing circles on your clothed clit. You squirm in your sleep and your eyelids slowly open, sleep still consuming you.

Shunsui's cold hand tugs your underwear down to your knees and his fingers start to rub your wet folds.

"My petal, you're so wet," Shunsui whispers, inching closer and grinding into your ass. You just start to finally wake up, feeling Shunsui's bulge pressed against your bare ass.

"Shunsui, it's so late," you moan quietly as his finger slides inside of your wet pussy.

"I know, my petal. I'm sorry, but I can't it help, seeing you here looking so pretty. It makes me so hard," Shunsui admits, pressing into you harshly.

At this point, Shunsui's already turned you on and made you soaking wet.

"Fuck, ok, but I'm not moving an inch," you warn him, waving your finger in his face. Shunsui chuckles and nods his head.

"Ok, my love. Let me make love to you then," he whispers into your ear, his lips tickling your earlobe. Shunsui grabs his aching cock and slides it in between your ass.

His tip finally finds the hole in between your folds and he dives right in, earning a loud moan from you. He wastes no time in rocking his hips back and forth into your ass, his cock thrusting in and out of your tight cunt.

"So pretty. Your body fits against mine like a glove," Shunsui comments, groaning as your walls clench around his cock. He hisses slightly and pressing his fingertips into your bare stomach.

"Mhmm, you know how much I hate you for waking me up so early," you mumble out, suppressing your moans and whines as his cock is hitting all the right places inside of your aching pussy.

Shunsui places soft, wet kisses along your neck and hums quietly.

"Hmm, I'm sure you won't hate me after this," he groans with a deep voice, balls deep inside of your soaking cunt.

"Shut up," you hiss out, suppressing a moan as he snaps his hips forward and drives his cock deeper inside of you.

Soon the room becomes a hot heavy mess full of panting, skin slapping, and your loud moans.

Shunsui rests his chin on your shoulder, his beard scratching and irritating your skin a little. His heavy breathing is filling your eardrum and his lips are grazing your earlobe. His arm is snugged around your waist, pulling you closer as you clutch onto his wrist.

"Shun...it feels too good," you whimper out, your thighs burning.

"I know my sweet petal," Shunsui groans out, roughly thrusting in and out of your cunt. It only takes a few more thrusts before you're crying and gushing out from your hole.

The sound of you climaxing only makes Shunsui closer to his much needed release. His thrusts are rentless and very sloppy. His groans are becoming louder as his cock twitches inside of you.

A heavy groan mixed with a gasp leaves his lips as he fills up your cunt with his seed. His grip on your body is strong, bound to leave bruises in the morning.

He slides out and lets out a tiny groan, his soft cock sensitive still.

"Thank you, my petal," Shunsui coos out, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. He wraps his arms around your body and pulls your back into his chest.

"Shunsui...my thighs are all sticky," you groan out with annoyance and Shunsui chuckles.

"Let's worry about that in the morning, my love," Shunsui hums out, grinning widely.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Mornings Like This

Shunsui Kyoraku x Fem! Reader

***This fic is rated R, if you are not 18 or older, please select a different novel, thank you***

Warnings: Penetrative sex (p in v), cockwarming(?), creampie, soft morning sex with Shunsui been eating my brain alive o.O

Word Count: 1.1k

Author's Note: Ok yeah this man...this MAN holy shit I just think he's hot okay? Lazy morning sex just FITS HIM too well, he's so attractive, I love him. I would let him do unspeakable things to me. Also if this man called me sweetheart I think I'd die on the spot

ANYWHO Enjoy <3

The rising sun is what wakes you, the warmth of its rays penetrating the exposed skin on your back. It’s a lovely morning, the breeze that flows through the barracks is cool and gentle and crisp. Every morning is a good morning though, when you wake up in Shunsui’s arms. He’s still snoring away, the rise and fall of his chest lifting your head with every breath. He’s so handsome like this. He’s handsome always, but especially on mornings like these, where he’s naked beneath you and his hair is loose over his pillows. You can’t help it when you allow your fingers to trace shapes into his chest, and move your hand up behind his neck to lean up and leave a sweet kiss on his lips. That wakes him up and he immediately leans into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips and feeling your skin give beneath his fingers. It’s meant to be a chaste kiss, a sweet and innocent press of your lips to his. But it isn’t long before you can feel something poking at your thigh.

“Shunsui, you’re hard love.” His chuckle is deep and full, makes your body warm from the inside out. 

“Yeah, I guess I am. You gonna do anything about it?” That voice could make you melt any day, and today is no exception. You don’t bother with the banter, you’re more than ready for him, even though you can feel the soreness settling in from your escapades last night. This man was going to drain you of all your energy and then some. It’s lazy, the way you move to straddle your legs over him, and only just barely lift yourself up enough to slip him right inside you. The both of you groan, surely still sensitive even after so many hours of rest. His hands clamp down harder on your hips when you fully seat yourself on his cock and grind your hips down onto it. 

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” You hum, wait for his grip to loosen and lie back down on top of him. His arms come around you and he flips the two of you on your side, curling his entire body around yours and wrapping your legs around his waist. He can’t be comfortable, with your leg beneath his side as he lays on it, but he seems unbothered when his arms tighten around you and he thrusts his hips up slowly. You can feel him deep inside you, rocking sweetly back and forth, hitting every little soft spot that makes you tremble in his hold. 

“Oh my pretty girl, already shaking? Hmm I must be doing something right.” You nod into his shoulder, arms tight around his neck. He turns his head to kiss your temple, pairing it with an especially hard thrust up into you. It’s enough to make you gasp and your cunt clenches down tight. 

“Ya gotta loosen up, sweetheart. I can’t move with you gripping so hard.” He lays another sweet kiss on your temple, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and massaging your hips to get you to relax. He’s always been good with his words of praise, lacing everything in a deep, honeyed tone.

“So good for me, my beautiful wife. Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? So pretty I could stare at you forever.” When you finally do relax he’s pulling you down onto his cock while he throws his hips up, hitting deeper and harder. Your head is spinning, the pleasure pulsing through your body along with the beat of your heart. Your orgasm sneaks up on you, and you’re shaking like a leaf in the wind while Shunsui holds you tight and keeps fucking into you, pushing you into a field of pleasure you’re only familiar with when he’s desperate to cum deep inside you. His teeth grab the tip of your ear, then graze at your neck, and finally he bites at your lip as you both pant in the morning sun. A thin sheen of sweat has formed over the both of you, hot bodies interlocked and moving in tandem for pleasure. You kiss him then, deep and slow and tongues dancing together, and with one final thrust he’s cumming deep inside you, warmth filling the pit of your belly. 

“Thank you for that, sweetheart.” He untangles your limbs and rolls onto his back once more, lying you in the same position you’d woken up in, only this time he’s left his softening cock to plug up your poor pussy. It’s a mistake when you lean up to kiss him once again, an ‘of course, my love’ easily slipping through your lips. Just from the kiss, you can feel his dick jump to life, making him groan deep in his throat.

“Didn’t expect you to be ready so soon, Shunsui. And from a kiss no less.” He laughs at that.

“Obviously it’s because a beautiful girl like you just kissed me. I can’t believe such a gorgeous woman is my wife.” You have to giggle at that, the little flatterer he is.

“Shunsui, we’ve been married for 152 years. You can’t keep not believing I’m your wife.” He leans down and kisses you, rocking his hips up to make you gasp, taking the opportunity to invade your mouth with his tongue. You’re gasping when he pulls away, a devious grin on that handsome face of his.

“Maybe not, but I can surely appreciate every minute of it.” He stills his hips, relaxing all the way and holding you close. 

“152 years and I’m still madly in love with you. You do things to me, woman. Wonderful, devilish things.” You press a kiss into his chest, allowing your body to go limp in his grasp. 

“It’s a good thing I’m still in love with you too, then. We might have a problem otherwise.” He smiles down at you, and you return it, his hand brushing back the hair that had fallen in your face.

“It’s a good thing we don’t have a problem.” You nod, then lie your head down on his chest and listen to his heart beating. You feel all of him, his cock filling you, his strong arms wrapped tight around you, his fingers where they trace lines on your back, his breath on the crown of your head. You feel his chest rise and fall with every breath. You feel the love he pours into every action he takes with you, even an action so small as saying your name.

Nothing beats mornings like these.

[electronicwitchcollection]

accidentally deleted so gunna re post 😅 here’s what I’ve come up with for a request I had for shunsui Kyoraku and Nanaos mother. Hope y’all enjoy 😊

Shunsui Kyoraku hated his brother

The usual serine gardens of the kyoraku manor were filled with people adorning dark colours. Mourning colours. The hushed buzz of chatter caught in the gentle breeze as it weaved between the crowd. Shunsui leaned heavily against one of the trees bordering the garden, sighing deeply.

Arms crossed over his wide chest, hidden by the black kimono he had been forced to wear. Shunsuis grey eyes scanned lazily over the mourners, dutiful Nobelmen coming to pay their respects to the deceased first son of the Nobel clan Kyoraku

Shunsui scoffed at the thought. Half of these stuffy old suits didn't even know my brother. The other half certainly didn't like him 

Shunsui was firmly in the second half of that statement

His brother had been unbearable growing up. His big brother loathed Shunsuis laid back attitude and playful nature. A fact he didn't fail to mention every time they crossed paths. As Shunsui grew older, mean words turned into rough shoving and painful hits. When shunsui grew bigger, stronger and no longer willing to accept the rough handling, a fight was often the result of their paths crossing.

Things got better when Shunsui was forced to attend the academy, the separation had allowed Shunsui to flourish into the young man he had become. His brother had mellowed somewhat only due to the fact of Hakaris presence.

Hakari

The woman had captivated young Shunsui from the moment he laid eyes on her. A petite woman, with the kindest heart he had ever encountered. As shunsui got older he began to notice her appearance more. The Creamy white complexion of her skin, how it would turn the most beautiful dusky pink when Shunsui complimented her with his trademark grin on his face.

Her bright eyes, the colour of melted chocolate magnified behind her elegant glasses. Her dark hair was a stark contrast to her complexion. Usually done up in an elegant updo, silky looking bangs framing her face. On the rare times Shunsui had seen it left down, he had fantasised about running his fingers through it. He wondered if it was as soft as it looked

Her full kissable lips, stretched out over her white teeth in the most beautiful smile. A smile Shunsui tried to pull from her every time he saw her. Shunsui loved her laughs, the polite, quiet laugh she gave when around company. The musical giggle that Shunsui could hear from behind the closed door of his brothers bedroom.

The laugh he loved the most though, was the one he brought out of her. With a dirty joke or an unexpected flirty comment Hakari would laugh loud and unashamed. Her hand, which was so much smaller than Shunsuis, would come up to brush her lips as if to trap the sudden bubble of laugher. Her eyes would close, eyelashes brushed against her blushing cheeks as her shoulders shook with laughter.

"oh shunsui, what are you like" she would giggle breathlessly, tapping him on the chest playfully

Shunsui lived for that laugh

He hadn't realised when he had fallen in love with his brothers wife. Maybe it was from the first moment he had laid eyes on her, too young to give a name to the feelings he had. In the academy, Shunsui had gained a reputation of being a Notorious flirt and skirt chaser. His lecherous flirting and cheeky remarks had gotten him more than a few smacks across the face. Most of which he deserved. Aside from a few fumbled kisses, however, Shunsui wasn't as experienced as the rumours told.

Sure, some of the girls in the academy were pretty. They were fun to tease and chase about. None however, came close to the woman he had fallen completely and undeniably in love with. The girls were like candles, pretty but fleeting. Lit up the space for a short while, offering a warm glow before extinguishing, never to be reborn.

Hakari was the sun. Beautiful and radiant. Dazzling and healing. The sun that offered warmth and light for a millennium, illuminating Shunsuis world, chasing out each and every dark space. She is the sun in the centre of Shunsuis universe.

Shunsuis heart beat rapidly in his chest when he caught sight her among the mourners, as it usually did when he saw her. She was talking to someone Shunsui didn't recognise, no doubt receiving more condolences. Even from his hiding spot way across the garden, he could tell her smile wasn't real.

His keen eyes caught the slight tremor in the corner of her lips. The moisture forming on her eyelashes. How her slender fingers gently gripped the sides of her own kimono. Hakari was hurting, all the emotions she has had to keep pushed down to fulfil her duty today threatened to finally burst and consume her

Shunsui wouldn't let her do that alone. Hakari bowed politely to the man she had been conversing before turning to enter the Kyoraku manor. Shunsui wasted no time pushing off from the tree to quickly follow her, easily sidestepping anyone who had looked to stop him for conversation

Entering the home he grew up in, Shunsui looked around the empty foyer for any sign of where Hakari disappeared to. The soft closing of a door up the grand staircase told him where to go. Taking the steps two at a time, Shunsui practically flew up the staircase to the second floor, coming to a stop outside his brothers wooden bedroom door.

Hand held up in the air, Shunsui was about to knock when he heard a muffled sob from the other side. Foregoing a knock, he opened the door quietly, slipping in unnoticed before closing it softly.

Hakari had her back to him, facing the window as she cried softly into her hands. Shunsui took a tentative step towards her. He wanted nothing more than to lift her into his arms as she buried her face into his neck taking any comfort she needed from him.

"Hakari?" He called out to her softly, grey eyes softening as she spun around startled. He hated the tears on her face, hated his brother for being the cause of her pain

"shunsui! You started me" she said with a breathy voice that sent a shiver down Shunsuis spine. Quickly wiping her tears away, Hakari put on a small smile "I should put a bell on you" 

"Hakari..are you ok?" Shunsui asked her, refraining from rolling his eyes at himself as he moved closer

of course she's not ok, idiot. She's crying 

Hakari looked up at Shunsui towering over her, about to ease his concern when her eyes betrayed her, fresh tears started streamed down her face. Shunsui took the last step between them and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Hakari cried into his chest, her hands fisting Shunsuis kimono between them. Desperate to hold onto something. A source of strength, of salvation in the sorrow she was drowning in

Shunsui sighed deeply, closing his eyes to savour the feeling of the woman he loved in his arms. The smell of her shampoo lingered on her hair, filling his nose.

almonds 

Shunsui kissed her hair, leaving his stubbled chin on top her head. He began to gently rock them side to side, muttering sweet words of comfort

"it's ok, Hakari. I'm here. I've got you"

Shunsui started to rub her back soothingly with his thumb, as her cries quietened down. He could feel the moisture of her tears as it seeped through his kimono onto his chest. Her warm breath tickling at his exposed skin.

All too soon Hakari lifted herself from his chest, sighing deeply before looking up to meet his eyes. Keeping one arm wrapped around her, shunsui brought the other up to cup her face. Using his thumb to chase away the tears staining her cheek.

The pair kept eye contact for a moment, the pain shimmering in her eyes felt like a kick to the chest for him. Leaning in, shunsui kissed her forehead gently

"im here" he huskily whispered, praying his voice held the strength he needed to share with her. Shunsui dipped his head lower to kiss her damp cheek. He could taste the salty tears.

"I won't leave you" he promised, their noses brushed. Their breath mingled between them, ghosting over their lips as the air around them thickened with electricity.

"I'll take care of you" Shunsui whispered, ignoring the slight tremble as he slanted his lips over hers in a lingering kiss. Light exploded behind his closed eye lids as their lips touched. His heart threatened to beat right out of his chest as he felt her lips tentatively begin to kiss him back. Feeling Hakaris hands grab hold of the front of his kimono, Shunsui tightened the hold he had on her, pushing her flush against his body.

Hakari gasped softly, her hands flattened against his chest as she gently pushed them apart, creating distance. Shunsui was breathing heavily, the sound was deafening to his ears. His cheeks pinked subtly, embarrassed about his inexperienced reactions.

"shunsui" Hakari panted, shaking her head and closed her eyes tightly. "Shunsui, we can't.."

"why can't we?" He asked lowly, using the hand cupping her face to tilt her head up. Hakari still had her eyes closed, seemingly battling with herself internally. Shunsui wished she would open them, her eyes were so expressive, showing each and every emotion she was feeling. He needed to know what she was thinking

"I ... you're" she stammered, her eyebrows furrowed slightly

"look at me" shunsui begged her quietly, unwilling to break the spell around them with loudness. Hakari eyes flickered open, meeting his gaze once more. Shunsui watched the emotions swim in her eyes, pulling out the ones he recognised

hurt..guilt..confusion...lust

lust. Shunsui inhaled sharply as he recognised the emotion. Lust. Hakari lusted for him, the realisation made his knees weak. The woman he loved, wanted him too. Now he just had to ease the other emotions stopping her from letting him love her freely.

"I love you" he told her honestly and unashamed. Hearing her small gasp shunsui ran his thumb over her plump bottom lip. "Let me take care of you" 

"shunsui" Hakari almost whined "your brother.."

"is dead."  Shunsui said, instantly regretting his bluntness at the sad look on her face. "I'm here, I won't leave you"

"you can't promise that". Hakari turned her head to look into the room "you're so young, not even out of the academy yet. You can't know what you'll want.."

"you. All I've ever wanted is you" shunsui guided her face back to his, standing to his full height "Im not a child anymore Hakari." His lips curled up into a small smile as he lifted one of her hands to brush her knuckles against his stubbled cheek "I can grow a beard and everything" 

Hakari huffed amused, her lips twinged at the side, threatening to smile. Laying her hand flat on Shunsuis cheek, Hakari thumbed his slightly patchy beard gently.

"you're starting to look like him"

shunsui laid his hand over hers on his cheek "im not my brother Hakari" he said softly "I will treat you with all the love and respect you deserve. Our days would be filled with laugher and joy. Your heart will be cherished. There is nothing I would not provide for you. If you ask for the moon, I will spend the rest of my existence working to get you what you desire. I'll train until I can no longer stand just so I can pluck the moon from the sky and see the smile on your face as I lay it at your feet" 

Shunsui pulled her hand from his face, bringing it to his lips to kiss. "Let me take care of you Hakari, let me love you" 

Shunsui could see in her eyes the moment Hakari let go of all her worries right before she leaned in and kissed him . Shunsui felt the power she had over him wrap itself tightly around him, pulling him in with the strength of the suns gravity. One hand gripped her hip, pulling her into him as he eagerly returned her kiss. His other hand flew to Hakaris hair, gently pulling the clip free and throwing it carelessly behind him. His fingers teased through her hair now freely tumbling down her back, marvelling at the silky softness. It was better than he had imagined.

Twisting his fingers in the hair at the back of her head, Shunsui pulled gently, manipulating her head to tilt back as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. Slowly caressing her tongue with his own, shunsui groaned into her mouth at her taste. She tasted like summer, fresh and sweet. It was intoxicating.

Hakari moaned softly into his kiss, the sound made him shiver as a jolt of arousal shocked through him. His member was hardening beneath his clothes. Shunsui didn't know who pulled away from the kiss first. He panted heartily as his body vibrated with nerves and excitement.

Untangling his hand from her hair. Shunsui wrapped his hands around Hakaris Shapley thighs and lifted her effortlessly. With practiced ease, Hakari wrapped her legs around his waist, hands settled on his wide shoulders. Shunsui turned to walk to the bed, when Hakari kissed his neck, stopping him short. A gravely groan left him involuntarily, his eyes widened at the sensation

fuck shunsui thought as Hakari teasingly licked up the side of his neck, kissing him just below his ear. Hakaris face came back level with his, small smile on her face. Shunsui surged forward eagerly, crashing his lips back to hers in a desperate, hungry kiss. Senses coming back to himself, shunsui walked quickly to the bed, eagerness evident in his haste.

Carefully he laid down the love of his existence, her midnight hair fanned over the pillow under her. Shunsui supported himself above her, hands pressed into the bed either side of her shoulders, caging her in. Hakari smiled up at him softly, his eyes were almost comically wide, light blush sat atop of his dark facial hair.

The hell am I supposed to do now?  He frantically wondered. He knew what to do, he was a young male with a healthy imagination. He had fantasised countless times about this very moment, what he would do, where he would touch, what he would say. Now that his wildest fantasies have suddenly become his reality, Shunsui cursed his embarrassing lack of experience as his mind abandoned him completely.

Hakaris smile widened as she reached up to caress his face "you ok?" She mimicked his earlier words. Shunsuis eyes snapped to hers, a relieved smile on his face for the distraction

"yeah. I'm just... I've not.." 

"shh" Hakari soothed his stuttering, gliding her fingers up and down the sides of his body " we can go slow,  there's no rush"

"I just want to be good for you" he admitted sheepishly "I don't want to do it wrong" 

Hakari giggled at his flushed appearance. Never before had she seen Shunsui look so uncertain. Shunsui was always so confident, border lining cocky. Always so brazen in his flirting and teasing, it was sweet seeing him look so innocent

"you won't get it wrong" she smiled at his grumpy huff from being laughed at "you promised you would take care of me, I believe you" 

Shunsuis eyes softened at her words. Nerves simmering down, he raised himself up to sit back on his legs and pulled his kimono over his head. His chest left bare, only wearing his underwear low on his hips. Dropping it to the floor, Shunsui reached back over to kiss Hakari sweetly. Peppering small kisses across her cheek, Hakari tilted her head to the side exposing her neck subtly to Shunsui.

Easily picking up the hint, Shunsui mouthed at her elegant neck, nipping at it gently with his teeth. The soft moan leaving her lips encouraged him to continue, shunsui ravished attention to her sensitive neck as one of his hands snaked down her body, tugging at the bow securing her own kimono. Feeling the bow come loose, shunsui kissed once more before sitting back up

ignoring the slight tremble in his hands, Shunsui unraveled her kimono, pushing it easily away to reveal her naked body. Shunsui stared mesmerised at the glorious womanly figure. Her breasts were perfect. Not to small or too big. Shunsui trailed a finger down the side of one, watching as the nipple hardened under his lustful gaze.

Her flat stomach clenched at the feeling of him at her breast, drawing his eyes lower. Waist dipped in only to curve back out at her shapely hips. Nestled at the top of her thighs was a smattering of dark hair. Shunsui had seen pornographic photos before, all the woman he had seen had been shaved completely. He much preferred this, it seemed more feminine for some reason.

"you're so beautiful " shunsui whispered, pulling his eyes away from between her legs to meet her eyes

Hakari squirmed under his gaze, blush rushing to her cheeks. Shunsui smiled at the sight, leaning up to kiss her, tongue caressing itself around her own lovingly. Pulling away, shunsui dipped his head lower, swiping his tongue over her pebbled nipple, his hand squeezed the other as Hakari arched her back with a small moan. Lavishing attention to her lovely breasts, shunsui listened to all the noises he pulled from Hakari. Each and every one making his head swim with arousal.

Painfully aware of his own throbbing erection protesting being confined, shunsui trailed his hand from Hakaris heaving breast, down the smooth skin of her stomach and through the dark patch of hair sat atop of her pussy.

Shunsui ran his finger up the folds of her sex, smirking around the nipple in his mouth at Hakaris gasp. Shunsui grazed his teeth along her hardened nipple as he pulled off, choosing to watch her face as he slipped a finger into her core.

Hakaris eyes slammed shut, mouth parted prettily as she panted in pleasure. Her back arched as she fisted the sheets under her, a breathy moan escaped her. Slowly teasing his finger in and out of her, shunsui watched fascinated at the Ecstasy on her face.

"shunsui" Hakari moaned "please, more"

shunsui obliged, easing a second finger into the impossibly tight, wet heat. Her inner walls felt differently than he had imagined, silkier, hotter. A Lewd wet noises pulled his attention further south. He watched as his fingers disappeared within her, only to emerge wetter before disappearing once more. Shunsui increased his speed, eyes glued to the space between her thighs. His fingers twitched inside her, brushing against a more spongy feeling part of her womanhood. Hakari moaned loudly, her hand shot down to grip hold of Shunsuis wrist.

Taking it as a good sign, shunsui did it again and was rewarded with a pleasure filled shout. Remembering a useful hint from an older student bragging about their latest sexual conquest, shunsui used his other hand to slightly part her dampened folds, seeing what he assumed to be the clit, he pressed his thumb to it and rubbed it in small circles

Hakari shouted out at the stimulus, her thighs clamped tightly around Shunsuis side as she tumbled into her orgasm. Shunsui felt her walls tighten around his fingers, a gush of liquid coated his fingers, wetting his hand.

As Hakari panted on the bed, coming down from her incredible high, shunsui withdrew his hand, bringing it up to his mouth to curiously taste. It was musky and almost sweet. Nothing like he had ever tasted before. Sucking on his fingers as his chest swelled with pride at making his love cum, shunsui caught eyes with Hakari, grinning at being caught sampling her nectar

"shunsui, I want to feel you" she grinned back at him, gaze darting down to his still underwear clad erection.

"yeah, ok" shunsui nodded, ridding himself of his underwear before leaning over Hakari once more. Kissing her happily, the taste of her essence still on his tongue. Shunsui closed his eyes briefly, taking a moment to calm himself

im about to loose my virginity he thought excited  I'm about to loose my virginity with Hakari

shunsui used his hand to guide himself into Hakaris waiting core, slowly easing himself in inch by inch, a look of wonder graced his features as he bottomed out

"oh, wow" he breathed, staring wide eyed at Hakari as she rubbed her hands over his chest soothingly. It was indescribable. It was too hot. Too wet. Too tight. And so so good. Shunsui slowly pulled back until just the head was nestled inside before he snapped his hips forward, groaning loudly at the overwhelming pleasure.

Hakari wrapped her legs around his own, Encouraging him deeper. Shunsui chased the feeling again, increasing his speed as he thrusted into her desperately. Hakaris nailed dug into the flesh on his shoulders, wantonly moaning at each snap of his hips.

"oh fuck" shunsui barked out, as his eyes tightly closed. Panting hard shunsui tried to think of anything other than the painfully pleasurable feeling encasing his cock. Shunsui didn't want to cum too quickly. He wanted to make Hakari cum again before he did. First time or not, shunsui wanted to pleasure the woman writing under him.

Shunsui braced his weight on his forearm so not to crush Hakari as he lowered himself. One hand went between them to circle her clit again. His rythem faltered for a moment before he timed his thrusts with the movement of his thumb. Shunsui buried his head into Hakaris neck, panting heavily against her skin as she moaned loudly into the room

shunsui sloppily kissed at her neck, grazing the skin with his teeth as Hakari wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"ah, shunsui ... I" Hakari moaned loudly as her bodily bucked under him, second orgasm ripping through her

"FUCK" shunsui roared into her neck as her pussy clamped down on him, the tightening too much for him to handle as he exploded his seed in her. Thrusting erratically through his orgasm, a wave of euphoria washed over him as his body released endorphins.

Feeling overly sensitive, shunsui carefully pulled himself out, flopping heavily to the bed to lay next to Hakari. Breathing hard, shunsui stared at ceiling in amazement. Sex was so much better than he had imagined. There were no words powerful enough to describe the toe curling pleasure he had just felt. Shunsui closed his eyes contently, relishing in the post orgasmic glow

a small sniff snapped his eyes open. Turning to see Hakari, Shunsui immediately noted the silent tear tricking down the side of her face.

"Hakari!" Shunsui gasped turning bodily to face her "what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He asked panicked, hand hovering over her waist, too worried to actually touch her

Hakari turned to look at him sadly, her eyes screaming with raw emotions

hurt..guilt..confusion

shunsui sighed deeply, laying back down he gathered Hakari into his arms, letting her cry on his chest as he soothingly rubbed her back. He kissed the top of her head. Muttered sweet comforting words.

Shunsui hated his brother for hurting her. Shunsui hated his brother for dying and taking a piece of her heart with him.

Shunsui hated knowing that she would never fully love him, not having her whole heart.

Knowing that he would never love anyone with his whole heart as he did her, since she had taken a piece of his