kisuke urahara, fem!reader ♡ beating the heat his own way
when your genius hunk of a man had suggested a remedy to combat the heat, you weren't expecting to be laid flat across the futon stripped down to your panties.
"i don't see how this is— nn... kisuke!" you whined in protest, rudely interrupted by the flat of his tongue gliding from the ridge of your collarbone n' up the column of your neck.
he'd been doing this for what felt like hours, kissing and laving his tongue across your soft body. the air hit coolly in the wake of the wet muscle. it was semi-effective to say the least.
kisuke huffed a breathy chuckle against the junction where your ear met the curve of your jaw, palms encasing your jittering hips, "don't think about it too much, okay, sweets?" as the wet muscle responsible for your dishevelment traced down the lining of your trapezius, dragging an involuntary shiver from your frame.
you could feel the way his stubble scratched in tandem with his tongue, sucking in a breath as he mouthed down to the curve of your breast.
he lingered. leered up at you before running the pink muscle arooound the supple flesh, not quite grazing the pink of your nipple yet.
one of his hands left your hip, dragging the calloused palm up until his fingers cupped the spilling mound of your other boob. only then did he take your pebbled peak into his warm mouth, tonguing at the tip, circling it, flattening the muscle against it, pulling the sweetest of gasps from you.
with an embarrassingly loud pop, he let go. the breeze gusting through the open window was cold against your damp tit, goosebumps rising across the valley of your saliva-sticky skin.
urahara merely watched, cheek pressed to your currently unlicked boob, his finger circling the nipple of it absentmindedly as if it were a fidget-toy.
"see? beats the heat nice n' easy."
you would have clubbed him over the head, wiped that smug, almost drunk little smirk off his face if you weren't somehow falling apart at the bare minimum of touches. "whatever."
the man lounging against you could only hum dreamily, hand moving from the breast it occupied itself with to instead replace it with his mouth. that hand moved back down to your hip, baton-passing to the other hand that now toyed with your spit-slick globe.
your back arched further into his busy mouth, nails clawing at the blankets by your head.
god, were you really going to crumble from some run of the mill titty sucking?
the answer was yes, regrettably.
he pushed both of your tits together, flashing you a mean grin before taking both nipples in. he kissed, nipped, sucked the pinky buds until they were many shades redder than they had started.
every time his teeth tugged at both bundles of nerves, you felt electricity shoot straight to your clit. it had you practically keening.
kisuke was in love with the way you were on the precipice of ruin, "you'll cum from this, won't you?"
you didn't want to admit it to him, but you were. you could feel your untouched hole leaking, fluttering around nothing every time his lips moved just right. the build up was lighter, and yet just as promising.
and then your hips bucked up, a long, drawn-out whine choking up from the back of your throat filtering through the room as your orgasm crashed into you suddenly.
it took you wholly by surprise, an awkward warmth spilling from your crying pussy that only served to feed into your scientist's ego.
"that's what i thought," that smirk you wanted to wipe clean off his face again. you didn't even want to think about it, head falling back against the futon with arms blocking your peripherals.
at least you weren't dying from the blazing heat anymore.
it's actually winter here, but i thought it was fitting
sorry if it gets repetitive!! its 2am and im half asleep
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