They made you squirt while mercilessly & roughly pounding your poor cunt in a mean matting press, almost on the verge on passing out. Hitting your most sensitive spot, until out of sudden your juices gushed all over their big cock. Seeing your shy flustered state, hiding yourself under the pillow spurs them on even more. Letting out an low rough turned on growl, eyes darkening as they fuck you even harder & deeper while gripping your chin forcing to look at them.
„Come on Baby, don’t be ashamed. Show me how good my cock makes your pussy feel and squirt on me again.“
Urahara, Shinji, Shunsui, Ukitake ༯
Making you bounce up and down on their hard slick length while they guide your movements, rocking your hips back and forth on them. Suddenly thrusting their cock deep up into your pussy while circling your clit, your release spraying all over their abdomen and dick. A smug grin plastered on their panting face as they lick their fingers clean. You hide your face in embarrassment in your hands whining, while they gently stroke your thighs in a comforting manner.
„Now that was amazing princess. How about you ride my face now to let me get a taste, will ya?“
Byakuya, Ryuken, Jugram, Coyote ༯
Thrusting slow but sensually deep into your cunt in the missionary position while holding intense eye contact with you. Feeling your pussy clenching around them, signaling that you are about to cum. They didn’t expected your orgasm to be so intense, that your release even hit their thighs and coated their cock in your slick juices. Quick raise of an eyebrow and a cocky smile flashing their face, looking down at your reddened cheeks.
„Who knew that my pretty girl could do that? But not gonna lie, why won’t you do it again?“
Mayuri, Nnoitra, Szayel ༯
Fingering your wet aching pussy with their slender fingers, tongue teasing your sensitive clit. A sudden wave of ecstasy hits you as they curled their digits inside of you and spat onto your pussy. Just to make you shoot your release all over their face, coating them with your sticky cum. Bashfully looking up at your embarrassed excused face and letting out a low chuckle, while patting your puffy cunt in a mocking way.
„My my… did my fingers make you feel this good doll? Why don’t we try if you could do this again while i fuck you?“
⤷ shower sex with your very horny and in love boyfriend ichigo <3
“c’mere” ichigo says in that low, rough tone the second the bathroom door clicked shut behind you two.
water is spraying over the both of you and he’s got you backed against the cool tile wall, his broad chest pressed to yours, the waters washing over the hard lines of his body.
his mouth quickly finds yours, tongue hot and insistent, one big hand cradling the back of your head so you don’t bump it on the wall. the other hand is already sliding down your wet skin, gripping your hip hard.
“fuck, baby, i missed you,” he mutters against your lips, voice thick. he’s half-hard already, thick length brushing your thigh as he rocks forward, needy little thrusts that show exactly how badly he wants to be inside you. “couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.”
he drops to his knees right there in the shower. the water cascading over his orange hair, sticking it to his forehead as he looks up at you with those dark eyes. so hungry and completely devoted to you.
his hands grip your thighs and he throws one of your legs over his shoulder, spreading you open just enough for his mouth to find your pussy. the first slow drag of his tongue has your head tipping back against the wall with a soft moan.
ichigo eats you out like a starving man. he’s sloppy with it, water and spit mixing as he groans into you, the vibrations making your legs shake. two thick fingers slide in deep, curling just right while his tongue works your clit in tight, relentless circles.
he keeps glancing up through his lashes, watching every twitch and gasp you make, like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen. “you taste so fucking good… such pretty noises you’re making baby,” he growls, voice muffled.
he’s rutting against nothing, cock flushed and leaking, so turned on from pleasuring you that he’s practically shaking. when you finally cum on his tongue, he moans as if he’s the one getting off, slowly riding out your orgasm.
he surges up and spins you around so your chest is pressed to the wall, and lines his cock up to your entrance. one deep thrust and he’s buried inside you, stretching you out perfectly.
ichigo’s forehead drops to your shoulder as he starts fucking you with quick, powerful strokes, water flowing over both of you.
“love you,” he pants, over and over. “love you so much—fuck—you feel so good.. mine. all mine.”
one hand is gripping your hip hard, the other reaching around to rub your clit because he needs you to cum on his cock this time.
he’s so deep it’s almost too much, “that okay? tell me if it’s too much, baby,” he murmurs.
his rhythm turns rougher, hips snapping hard, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groans your name.
a broken, desperate sound comes out of his mouth as he fills you up, holding you tight through the aftershocks, still rocking his hips slowly like he can’t bear to pull out.
he’s pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck and your shoulders. his gentle hands washing you clean, he’s still a little hard, already nuzzling your neck again.
“round two after we actually get clean… or you wanna go again right now?” he says with that cocky little smirk in his face, but his eyes are soft and full of so much love for you.
starring: nerd uryuu, alt renji, frat boy grimmjow, jock chad, campus golden boy ichigo.
⸝⸝ dear y/n, we are pleased to inform you that your application at shinigami university has been accepted. welcome to our institution! ⸝⸝
to say you were excited would be an understatement -- your dream university, in your dream degree, but more importantly your dream of being surrounded by unbelievably attractive men has come true. you see, shinigami unviersity was #1 in the state for academics, and also good-looking people. anytime a new achievement would break out about the unviversity performing well in any academics, the discourse on the internet would be about how goodlooking their principal aizen was or the cute smiles of the students in lab coats.
you accept the invite link for the group chat, to familairse yourself with the people in your cohort, and boy were you pleased. you scroll, and scroll, and scroll -- looking at the faces, the accolades, the background of all the people going.
there were a couple names which stood out...
hottie one: uryuu ishida, the nerd
uryuu ishida has deep blue eyes, square glasses that look a bit outdated, and hair that always sits perfectly even when he’s rushing between classes. he got into shinigami university on a full scholarship without needing any help. in high school he was the dux, the school leader, and the student teachers used as an example when they wanted everyone else to try harder.
at uni he hasn’t slowed down. he’s the manager of three societies, the top student in pre‑medicine, and the person everyone goes to when they need clarification on lecture content. he never brags about any of it. he just does the work and moves on.
no one talks about his dating history because there’s nothing to talk about. he keeps to himself and doesn’t get involved in drama. the only thing people mention is that he studies too much and never misses a deadline.
you eventually learn more about him than most people do. after scrolling through his instagram, which is mostly photos of textbooks and neat notes, you find a few old posts of sewing projects and crochet pieces. they’re simple, but you can tell he put effort into them. it’s the most personal thing he’s shared online, and it makes you curious about what else he does when he’s not buried in coursework.
hottie two: renji abarai, the alternative boy
renji abarai stands out on campus without trying. he has bright red hair, tattoos that run down his arms, and a collection of guitars he rotates through depending on his mood. most people know him as the alternative guy in engineering who somehow passes every unit even though he skips half the lectures because he's unbelievably talented.
he got into shinigami university through a mix of decent marks, a strong practical portfolio, and a reference from a teacher who believed he’d do well if he actually applied himself. he’s not top of the cohort, but he’s the one everyone wants in their group because he can build anything and fix anything.
he’s loud in tutorials, laughs at his own jokes, and always has a guitar pick in his pocket. he plays at small gigs around campus and sometimes at bars near the uni. people recognise him before he recognises them.
there are plenty of rumours about him. some say he’s dated half the arts faculty, others say he’s too focused on band practice to bother with relationships. no one really knows the truth because he doesn’t talk about it.
you find out more by accident. his instagram is full of photos of guitars, band posters, and half-finished engineering projects. buried between them are a few older posts of him practising chords in his bedroom, long before the tattoos and the confidence. it makes him feel more real, less like the loud guy everyone assumes he is.
hottie three: grimmjow jaegerjaquez, the frat boy
grimjow jaegerjaquez is one of the most popular people at shinigami university. everyone knows him, even if they’ve never spoken to him. he’s loud, confident, and always in the middle of whatever is happening on campus. he’s majoring in international business, mostly because it sounds impressive and he likes the idea of travelling for work later.
he’s a key member of his frat. he’s not the president, but people treat him like he runs the place. he’s the one who gets everyone to show up to events, the one who talks his way out of trouble with campus security, and the one who somehow convinces lecturers to give extensions when the whole group needs them.
his tattoos are impossible to miss. they cover his arms and back, and he adds new ones whenever he feels like it. he doesn’t explain them. he just says they look good, and no one argues.
he skateboards everywhere. to class, to the shops, through the courtyard, even inside the frat house. he’s good at it too. he jumps stairs, grinds rails, and never seems to fall. people film him all the time, and the clips end up on uni meme pages. some say he’s dated half the business faculty. others say he’s impossible to keep up with. he doesn’t confirm anything. he just laughs and keeps moving.
his instagram is full of party photos, gym shots, and videos of him skating. if you scroll far enough, you find older posts from before he joined the frat. he looks less polished, less intense. it’s the only sign that he wasn’t always the centre of attention.
hottie four: chad [yasutora sado], the jock
yasutora “chad” sado is known across shinigami university for one thing before anything else: his size. he’s tall, built, and famous for his strength. he’s a boxer with an impressive record, and the sports faculty treats him like their unofficial mascot. even people who don’t follow boxing know who he is.
he’s majoring in sports science, because it lines up with his training and he actually enjoys learning how the body works. he’s not loud in class, but he pays attention and hands in every assignment on time. tutors like him because he’s respectful and doesn’t cause trouble.
he’s part of the uni boxing club and trains almost every afternoon. the gym staff know him by name. he helps new members without being asked, and he never shows off even though he could. he’s the type who lifts heavy weights without making a scene.
people say he’s too focused on training to date, or that he’s impossible to read because he doesn’t talk much. he doesn’t correct anyone. he just keeps to himself and looks after the people he cares about.
hottie five: ichigo kurosaki, the campus golden boy
ichigo kurosaki is the campus golden boy. he gets good grades, plays basketball for the uni team, and somehow manages to stay on top of everything even with a packed schedule. people know him as the guy who always shows up, works hard, and doesn’t make a big deal about it.
he’s majoring in psychology. he picked it because he wants to understand people better and because it felt right. he’s not the type to brag about marks, but he consistently sits near the top of his classes. tutors like him because he participates without taking over the room.
on the court he’s fast, sharp, and competitive. the basketball team relies on him during big games, and he handles the pressure without acting like he’s above anyone else. he trains early in the morning, goes to class, then trains again in the afternoon. it’s a routine he sticks to without complaint.
he dresses simply, usually in hoodies and team gear, but he still stands out. he has bright hair that makes him easy to spot in any crowd. people greet him everywhere he goes, and he always gives a quick nod back even if he’s in a rush.
Characters: Ichigo, Ishida, Aizen, Shinji, Urahara, Shunsui, Ukitake, Toshiro, Mayuri, Renji, Byakuya & Hisagi
Tw: Fluffy in general but includes: Emotional vulnerability, Mild references to parental neglect or isolation, Implied manipulative behavior, Cold emotional detachment, Chronic illness, Self-worth issues
Summary: This set of prompts explores each Bleach male character's primary love languages, based on their canon personality traits
A/n: I just want to say that I was very surprised with the amount of likes and feedback I've gotten and I just want to say thank you for the support because it really makes my day as my days have been really bad as of late. From the bottom of my heart I just want to say thank you and hopefully you guys will stay and continue to read my small drabbles, oneshots and fics.
1. Ichigo Kurosaki – Acts of Service & Words of Affirmation
Why: Ichigo is deeply protective and action-oriented. He doesn’t always say how he feels, but he shows it through what he does—rushing to save you, helping with something without being asked.
How it looks: He walks you home even if it’s out of his way, fixes things before you even notice they’re broken, and occasionally stumbles through a heartfelt compliment.
Hidden Side: If you ever affirm him—say you're proud or grateful—he’ll get flustered but secretly treasure it.
2. Uryū Ishida – Quality Time & Gift Giving
Why: Uryū is precise and meticulous. He expresses love through thoughtful gestures, often in the form of handmade gifts or curated experiences.
How it looks: He’ll remember your favorite tea, embroider a handkerchief for you, or research a quiet place to read together. When you have his attention, you have all of it.
Hidden Side: He’s awkward with physical affection at first, but once comfortable, he becomes soft and extremely devoted.
3. Aizen Sōsuke – Words of Affirmation & Physical Touch (in private)
Why: Aizen is intelligent and highly composed. His love language is subtle—he carefully chooses his words to make you feel seen and admired, but his touch becomes intimate when he lets down his guard.
How it looks: A whispered compliment at just the right moment, a steady hand on the small of your back when no one’s watching.
Hidden Side: The more he falls, the more tactile he becomes. Long fingers tracing your skin slowly, like he's memorizing you.
4. Kisuke Urahara – Physical Touch & Quality Time
Why: Kisuke is playful but observant. He uses humor and closeness to deflect seriousness, but he’s most himself when he can spend quiet, meaningful time with you.
How it looks: Constant casual touching—tugging your sleeve, brushing your hair away, pulling you into his side during a nap. Also, quirky dates and surprise visits just to “see your face.”
Hidden Side: When he’s serious, he holds your hand tightly. That’s when you know something’s real.
5. Shinji Hirako – Words of Affirmation & Physical Touch
Why: Shinji’s flirtatious, witty, and smooth—but he deeply values verbal connection. He’s a talker, and if he’s in love, he’ll tell you with poetic teases, cheeky lines, and the occasional slip of sincerity.
How it looks: Long conversations where he really listens. His hand casually resting on your thigh during a movie. A sly “you’re the only one I let this close, y’know.”
Hidden Side: When he’s vulnerable, he’ll quietly say things like “don’t leave,” or “you mean more than you think.”
6. Shunsui Kyōraku – Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation
Why: Shunsui is sensual and openly affectionate. He’ll wrap an arm around you in public, whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and compliment you endlessly. But when he’s serious, his words cut deep in the best way.
How it looks: Slow, warm hugs. Gentle kisses on your hand. Saying, “You look beautiful, as always,” even when you’ve just woken up.
Hidden Side: Beneath his carefree charm, he’s terrified of loss. When he loves you, he makes sure you know it, always.
7. Jūshirō Ukitake – Acts of Service & Quality Time
Why: Gentle and selfless, Ukitake expresses love through caretaking. Even when sick, he’ll find ways to make your life easier, often at the expense of himself.
How it looks: He cooks for you, even if it makes him tired. He asks about your day and really listens. Sitting with him in peaceful silence feels like a warm embrace.
Hidden Side: He fears being a burden, so he rarely asks for help. If you serve him, it makes him emotional.
8. Tōshirō Hitsugaya (aged up) – Acts of Service & (Reluctant) Physical Touch
Why: Tōshirō is guarded and serious, especially about feelings. He’ll protect you and help you with anything—but he struggles with openly expressing emotion, especially in public.
How it looks: Carrying your bags without a word. Showing up when you're sick with medicine. Letting you rest against him awkwardly, but he doesn’t pull away.
Hidden Side: He blushes easily when touched but melts if you persist. His touch becomes fiercely protective and grounding.
9. Mayuri Kurotsuchi – (Extremely Conditional) Acts of Service???
Why: Mayuri doesn’t do love traditionally. But if he cares, it manifests in him using his genius to keep you safe or enhance your life—whether you asked for it or not.
How it looks: He invents bizarre tech to make your life “more efficient.” He acts like it’s all for research, but there’s always an oddly specific function tailored to your habits.
Hidden Side: You may never get traditional affection, but if you’re the only person he makes time for—or protects with his own hands—that’s his love language.
10. Renji Abarai – Acts of Service & Physical Touch
Why: Renji isn't always the best with words, but he's fiercely loyal and protective. He shows love by doing things for you, and once comfortable, becomes very physically affectionate.
How it looks:
Carries your bags without asking.
Wraps an arm around your shoulder in public proudly.
Stays up fixing something you mentioned was broken a week ago.
Hidden Side: Gets very shy when complimented but thrives on touch. Will lean into you silently after a long day just to feel close.
11. Byakuya Kuchiki – Acts of Service & Quality Time
Why: Byakuya isn’t good at showing affection openly, but he acts on love through loyalty, protection, and presence. Words fail him, but his actions never lie.
How it looks:
Makes sure your needs are met without ever asking.
Attends important events quietly, always present but dignified.
Offers you his scarf on a cold day without comment.
Hidden Side: When he sits beside you in silence and lets the mask slip—no noble posture, just Byakuya—that’s when you know he’s letting you in.
12. Shuhei Hisagi – Words of Affirmation & Physical Touch
Why: Shūhei wears his heart on his sleeve more than he realizes. He finds deep emotional connection through honest communication and quiet intimacy.
How it looks:
Encourages you with genuine, vulnerable compliments.
Holds you close when words fail him.
Writes you little notes when he's away for missions.
Hidden Side: Struggles with self-worth, so praise from you means everything. He holds your words like they’re sacred.
Snippets of getting interrupted during ahem...freaky times with different characters because I was bored and it made me giggle writing it. Might do a part two of this, lemme know if there're any characters y'all wanna see/torture in this 💀
Part 2 here: https://www.tumblr.com/izuruswife69/807032219945271296/mayuri?source=share
Featuring :
Izuru, Renji, Shinji, Kenpachi, Yumichika and Shuhei
Mentions of Ikkaku, Momo, Lisa, Byakuya, Rangiku
Izuru
Izuru lays back and you follow, you're both naked at this point. Both of you could hardly wait, you'd been away on a mission for several weeks now. Pent up was an understatement.
“Come here.” He coos while you smile down at him. You line your entrance up with him, holding onto his leaking cock as you push him inside. That's when you hear it, you both freeze as the door is pulled open and Momo is walking into the room. She isn't even looking in your direction
“Izuru, can you help me with my paperwork? You're so-” then she freezes when she sees the two of you. If it was anybody else you might've raced to cover yourself but Momo was a girl's girl and she wasn't a gossip either. You looked over your shoulder at her and Izuru cleared his throat. He tried to remain nonchalant but his cheeks were bright red.
“Oh my God!” Momo exclaims as she covers her eyes with her hands
“So, maybe another time?” Izuru suggests
“I'm so sorry.” She squealed before disappearing back out the door. She slammed it shut and you heard her little footsteps disappearing down the hall.
“Why doesn't anybody knock anymore?” He asked with a sigh.
Renji
Renji has you bent over in front of him and leads with several hard smacks on your ass. You just know he's left hand prints on your skin.
“Been waiting for this all day, babe.” He mutters before pushing into you. You gasp and moan loudly as you feel yourself being stretched open when suddenly the door is peeled open. Renji swears under his breath before throwing his uniform over the top of you and pulling himself out of you. Byakuya stared there as motionless as always.
“I see you're occupied. Please finish up and meet me in my office.” Byakuya said without breaking eye contact with Renji.
“Yes, sir.” Renji said with slight hesitation in his voice. When he left you couldn't help but laugh
“Great, so captain Kuchiki has seen me naked now.” You groaned and hugged yourself in his uniform. Renji grinned
“Yeah, well. I thought I locked the door.” Renji said with a frown.
Shinji
Shinji had both your hands tied up behind your back as he happily lapped away at your pussy. He was showing off that stupid piercing of his and using it in all the best ways.
“Shinji!” It was Lisa's feminine voice on the other side of the door. You were quick to force your legs closed but you couldn't do much else due to your hands being bound. Lisa barged in and then she was standing there with her hands on her hips.
“Lunch is ready, oh. I see you're already eating.” She said and Shinji made no effort to remove himself from in between your legs. He was still mercilessly licking and sucking your swollen clit despite you clamping your thighs around his head.
“Shinji, stop.” You uttered but Lisa just shrugged and left. Your arms were going numb under your own weight and if you had your way you would be covering your face with your hands.
“What's wrong with you!” You exclaimed
“I was in the zone, look, your little pussy’s thanking me.” He said with that shit eating grin he often wore. All you could do was roll your eyes in disgust at your own words but you weren't about to stop him now.
Kenpachi
Kenpachi has you bent into a mating press and is pounding you so ruthlessly your legs have turned to jelly. You're a moaning, drooling mess and he's smirking down at you while he goes at it. You're surprised when you hear voices on the other side of the door.
“Don't worry, they wouldn't dare come in right now.” He growls so low that it makes your toes curl. You're surprised when the door is peeled open and Ikkaku is standing there.
“Sir, we need- Crap, I didn't…” Ikkaku stammers and he looks away
“You couldn't hear us from out there? The fuck do you want?” Kenpachi asks but he doesn't stop, he doesn't even slow down. You have to cover your mouth to quieten your own moans.
“It doesn't matter sir, I just thought you were training.” Ikkaku says without looking at either of you.
“Training includes my woman moaning like a fucking whore? Get out you idiot. Unless you wanna watch me break her.” Kenpachi growls and Ikkaku nods his head
“I'm going.” Ikkaku says and his gaze flickers to you for just a moment before he disappears.
“Close the door you bald idiot.” Kenpachi shouts and then the door is slammed shut.
“Damn idiots, can't even fuck my woman in peace.” Kenpachi says before pressing a surprisingly delicate kiss on the outside of your leg.
Yumichika
You're on your knees looking up at him, he's got your arms tied up behind you and he's looking at you like all you are is dirt underneath his shoes. Your mouth is around his cock, it's a beautiful cock, perfect just like the rest of him. He clicks his tongue
“Look at you.” He snarls
“So filthy, drooling all over me.” He adds with a grin. He's combing his long fingers through your hair and loving the whines coming from your mouth. Ikkaku walks in without warning, no knocking, no announcing his presence. He's just there. Yumi stares down at you
“Don't you dare stop.” He growls before practically snarling at Ikkaku
“Seriously? You don't even knock now?” He narrows his eyes and Ikkaku just shrugs
“What? You can't share?” Ikkaku asks
“You're a barbarian, no way. You'll ruin them.” Yumi snaps but the way his hand grips onto your hair makes you think he's going to ruin you.
“I'll be gentle.” Ikkaku purrs and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Yumi looks at you, silently asking for permission. Your eyes are watering from his cock hitting the back of your throat but you nod.
“Alright, but don't do anything to permanently mark them. That's my job.” Yumi warns and Ikkaku has a wild grin on his face.
“Yeah, yeah. I know your stupid rules.” He replies and you wonder, how many times have they shared sexual partners before?
Shuhei
You're deep in a lotus position with mr 69 himself and he's actually biting onto your shoulder. He's whining and desperate for anything you have to give him. His cock is plunging so deep into you that you're gasping for air. Nails taking down his back you know you're going to leave marks.
“Shuhei!” You hear a clearly drunk Rangiku sing from the other side of the door. He doesn't seem to hear, he's too engrossed in his own pleasure.
“Shuhei..” You mutter but he clearly mistakes this sound as one of pleasure. He grunts in return and shamelessly moans into your shoulder. The door to his bedroom slides open and Rangiku slinks into the room. Her cheeks are flushed as she looks down at the sight before you.
“Shit.” You gasp and Shuhei is so quick in the way he covers you up with the blankets. He holds them over the top of you, leaving just your head poking out.
“Rangiku! What…Can it wait?” He asks and Rangiku giggles musically
“I guess it can. You kids have fun! I've forgotten why I was here now anyway.” She said with another giggle. She turns on her heel, stumbling out the door and then she's gone. Shuhei groans
“Close the door, please!” He shouts after her but it's too late. She's already stumbled down the hall.
“Dammit.” He sighs and you can only laugh
“Wonder how much she heard?” You ask and he chuckles
“She won't remember.” He replies before removing himself from you. You clench around the emptiness as he walks over to close the door. This time, he makes sure to lock it.
a very important thought that i can't get out of my head and means so much to me and hits home. thank you @stqrdvstmp4 for implanting this angst seed in my head, i've been infected by you😈
tw- self-harm, hurt/comfort
---------------------------
《 renji 》 starts crying. he finds them and is heartbroken you didn't tell him. he's awkward and unsure and he's in physical pain for you. he just wants to be there for you whatever way he can. he wants to know why and when you tell him he cries harder and holds you. "you're not alone anymore. you never have to be alone again. talk to me, whenever you need it."
《ichigo》 somehow blames himself. even if it happened before you knew each other. he feels responsible and swears up and down he won't EVER let you do it again. he has to protect you, from others, from yourself. he has a fierce look and brushes his fingers against the scars. "never again. you don't have to feel that way ever again, not with me around."
《kisuke》 stares at you when you tell him. he's quiet for a long moment before he just pulls you into his arms and rubs your back. "you're worth so much more than that." he understands what it's like, although he doesn't talk about it. he wants to be there for you and care for you. brushes against your scars and smiles in that tired way he does. "my beautiful baby."
《shuhei》 is almost flustered, you told him. he stares at you and holds out his arms a bit awkwardly before burying his face in your neck and holding you. he's not sure what to say, too worried he'll mess it up, so he'll just be there for you, not speaking much. you can tell him if you want, or don't, but he hopes youre in a space with him where you don't feel the need to do that. where you can be open and honest with him and ask for his help when you need it. "whatever you need, i'll be here..."
《shunsui》 he's wondering why you hid them for so long. stares at you with a small smile. "you've been all alone, huh?" he brushes his fingers against them before kissing them gently. he's very physical, and if you don't like that, he'll respect it, and ask you to share if you'd like. listens intently and brushes your cheek. he's gentle and soft, your his precious thing. "come talk to me , sweetheart, whenever you need me."
《byakuya》 initially finds it unbecoming. isn't sure why ypu would do something like that, but when he sees your face when he discovers them, he frowns. he'll look you in the eyes before pulling you into a hug. it's softer than normal and he says almost nothing, just feels you in his arms. "the world is better with you in it."
《grimmjow 》 his initial reaction would be bad. he'd yell at you and ask why and be annoyed but once he sees you crying he feels bad. he holds you and let's you cry into him. he asks you to tell you why and whatever your answer he's silent and just holds you because he knows what its like to wonder aimlessly alone.
《kenpachi》 if you relapse, his cleaning it up with his tongue. it's odd, but the only way he knows how to treat you. "i'll be here to clean you up every time, pretty." sees the scars as your own demons, and believes youre stronger than that. you're his partner, after all.
CAST: Shunsui Kyōraku, Jūshirō Ukitake and Honorable Reader
in Jealousy overload pt II or The one where they might actually kill someone if they don't leave You alone
Authors note:
I know one of the Honorable Readers asked for Shinji but in my excuse HE wasn't cooperative at all. I wrote three different versions, one more angsty, one just full of crack and one balanced and all of them were shit. He was a diva who wouldn't want to work with me on a script basically so you gotta excuse the lack of Hirako Shinji in Jealousy overload pt II.
While captain Shinji was not treating me well captain Ukitake basically wrote himself on his own so I hope you will enjoy his story.
Oh, this one is smutty at the end of each scenario, hope you don't mind.
I should have Ryūken oneshot ready by the end of the week, it takes time bc I enjoy myself writing it and keep having new ideas, haha.
P.S I LOVE READING YOUR COMMENTS AND SUGGESTIONS
Enjoy (hopefully)!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. All rights belong to Tite Kubo and his respective publishers. This stories are purely for entertainment.
CHECK OUT PT I (SFW)
The mid-afternoon sun baked the polished walkways of the 8th Division barracks, sending the rich, sweet scent of blooming cherry trees drifting across the stone-paved courtyard. It was the sort of quiet day that practically invited the lower-seated officers to slack off, but the true master of avoiding duty was already hard at work near the primary gates. You stood a few paces back, half-hidden in the deep, shifting shadows of a massive cherry blossom tree. Your arms were tightly crossed over the crisp fabric of your uniform, your fingers tapping a slow, rhythmic cadence against your forearm. As a highly competent, deeply independent officer within the squad, you were used to maintaining an aura of professionalism. But right now, a small, distinctly sharp line was carved between your brows, eyes locked onto your captain, and secret lover, with a look that was a dangerous mixture of genuine annoyance and cold calculation. Shunsui Kyōraku was currently leaning his massive frame against a heavy wooden structural pillar, looking like a living portrait of insufferable, lazy charm. His straw hat was tilted over one eye, and his pink floral haori practically billowed in the warm breeze as he deliberately blocked the path of two young, 4th Division girls who were struggling under the weight of heavy wooden crates filled with medical supplies through your division's grounds.
"My, my, young ladies…" Shunsui purred, his deep baritone echoing clearly down the corridor. He held a single, slightly wilted wild orchid he had plucked from the grass, offering it with a theatrical, low bow. "The midday sun absolutely pales in comparison to the radiance of your smiles. Surely carrying such heavy, unglamorous burdens in this heat is a sin against the Gotei 13? Why don't you leave those dusty crates right here on the porch and allow an old man to escort you through our gardens? I hear our lotuses are blooming beautifully today, and the shade is exceptionally sweet."
Both girls stopped dead in their tracks. They didn't blush. They didn't swoon. Instead, the girl on the left let out a heavy, thoroughly exhausted sigh that sounded like she had been dealing with this exact routine for a century. The girl on the right didn't even bother to lift her eyes from the crate.
"Captain Kyōraku." The first girl said, her voice entirely flat and dry as chalk. "Captain Unohana explicitly warned us before we left the 4th Division barracks that if you tried to corner us to avoid your afternoon paperwork, we were to remind you that lieutenant Ise is currently searching the grounds with a very thick audit ledger and a wooden kendo sword."
Shunsui’s theatrical smile faltered for a fraction of a second, his wide shoulders dropping in an exaggerated pout. "Ah, Nanao-chan is always so terribly strict... but surely a brief, innocent respite…"
"And your haori is dragging in the dirt again, sir." The second girl interrupted bluntly, shifting the heavy crate in her arms with a sharp, pointed movement. "We have to deliver these stabilizers to your division's infirmary immediately. Please excuse us."
With two perfectly synchronized, incredibly stiff bows, the girls marched right past the captain, leaving him holding out a wilted flower to the empty air. Shunsui stood frozen for a moment, letting out a dramatic, pouting groan as he tossed the orchid over his shoulder. "Ah... youth is entirely too cruel to an old man these days." He muttered to himself, adjusting the brim of his hat. But as he turned around, his dark eyes instantly zeroed in on the shadow of the cherry blossom tree. The moment he caught sight of you standing there, fully aware that you had witnessed the entire pathetic display, his dramatic pout vanished, replaced by a warm, soft, and intensely focused gaze. He abandoned his slouching posture and crossed the dirt with long strides, a sweetness taking over his rugged features as he chased down the only person he actually cared about. Before you could utter a single syllable of the blistering critique forming in your mind, Shunsui’s large, calloused hand clamped securely around your wrist. With a fluid, silent burst of movement he guided you down the private residential hallway of the 8th Division barracks. He pushed open the heavy sliding doors to his personal quarters, pulling you inside the spacious, cedar-scented room before kicking the panel shut behind him with a solid thud. The moment the doors locked you away from the rest of the Seireitei, Shunsui dropped the public persona entirely. He didn't waste time with words. Instead, his massive, powerful arms immediately wound around your waist, his large palms sliding down the small of your back to anchor you flush against his broad chest. He leaned down, fully intending to bury his face into the crook of your neck and dissolve the tension with his usual warmth. Except this time, your hands laid flat and firm against his chest. You braced your weight, reinforcing a boundary between your bodies that successfully halted his advance. It was agonizingly difficult to keep that wall up. You loved this man, and under normal circumstances, the mere scent of his aura was enough to turn you into an absolute putty in his hands. Your skin was already burning where he touched you, and your body practically screamed to surrender, to mold itself perfectly into the familiar, safe contour of his massive frame. You had to physically dig your wooden sandals into the tatami mats just to stay upright. Shunsui paused, his dark, heavy-lidded eyes blinking down at you from beneath the shadow of his hat. A faint, amused twitch played at the corner of his lips, clearly assuming this was just a playful bit of resistance before you succumbed to his touch. He shifted his grip, his large fingers digging slightly into the fabric of your uniform at your hips, trying to draw you into his space.
"My sweet…" He murmured, his voice dropping into a low, syrupy register. "If you're still brooding over those poor 4th Division girls, I assure you, it was merely an old man being polite..."
"It wasn't just the 4th Division girls today, Shunsui." You interrupted, your voice cool, and forcing a distance that required every ounce of your willpower. You didn't soften your posture a single even a single bit, keeping your hands rigid against his chest. "Have you already forgotten the joint-squad assembly this morning? You spent ten minutes leaning over the execution ledgers just to whisper scandalous nonsense into Rangiku’s ear right in front of her captain Hitsugaya, and then you somehow found it necessary to 'personally inspect' the grip technique of every single female recruit in the training yard before lunch." You fixed him with a calm, deadpan look, fighting the heavy, intoxicating urge to just let him kiss you. Right now, a small, stubborn spark of jealousy, combined with a deep conviction that this man was entirely too smug and comfortable for his own good, were convincing you he absolutely did not deserve the intimacy he was hoping for. Shunsui’s easy smile faltered. A soft, exaggeratedly tragic expression taking over his features. He leaned his weight forward anyway, trying to melt your defenses by sliding his face into the side of your neck, his rough stubble lightly scraping your sensitive skin as his lips brushed against your collarbone.
"Are you angry, my love? My sweet?" He murmured against your skin.
"No." You replied instantly, though your voice lacked the steel you were hoping to achieve, dropping into a slightly breathless, clipped tone as you fought the shiver running down your spine.
He let out a low, vibrating chuckle against your throat, entirely unconvinced by your denial. "Good." He whispered, his lips tracing a slow, agonizing path up toward your jawline. "Because this old man’s heart couldn't bear it if you were truly upset with him." Believing he had successfully bypassed the minor storm, Shunsui became thoroughly handsy again. His fingers tightened around your waist, anchoring your lower body securely against his as his lips slid along the sensitive curve below your ear, pressing a sequence of hot, lingering, and deliberate kisses that made your head spin. He expected you to sigh. He expected you to soften, to wrap your arms around his neck and melt into his heat. Instead, you forced yourself to maintain a distance. Your arms remained braced against his chest, resisting the gravity of his pull. Slowly, the kisses trailed off. Shunsui pulled his head back, his brow furrowing as he finally registered the absolute vacuum of response. He stared down at your face, noting the slight, tight line of your lips and the coolness in your eyes. His smug confidence fractured slightly, replaced by a subtle tint of frustration. He reached up, his large thumb rising to gently trace the line of your jaw.
"A frown really doesn't suit such a beautiful woman, my dear." He murmured, his tone a mix of lazy charm and quiet, brewing irritation at his inability to rouse you. "You're punishing me over a few harmless words. You know none of them matter to me. I only have eyes for you."
You looked up at him, your gaze narrowing as you prepared to drop the hammer on his insufferable security. "Is that so? Well... what if I decided to stop rejecting the men who approach me in the barracks? What if I flirted with other officers the exact same way you do? There are plenty of handsome, high-seated men in the Gotei 13 who don't spend their afternoons chasing squad girls."
Shunsui froze for a microsecond, the hypothetical words hanging heavily in the quiet room. Then, a loud, deep rumble of genuine amusement erupted from his chest. He shook his head, his fingers tightening around you with arrogance. He knew exactly how fiercely loyal you were, and he was completely blinded by the security of your secret relationship. He truly believed he was entirely immune to jealousy, completely untouchable. He leaned down, pressing his forehead firmly against yours, his eyes sparkling with a smug warmth. He kept his hands firmly on you, pressing your back flat against the wall as his lips brushed against yours with every single, self-assured word. "Oh, let them look, my sweet. Let them buy you drinks… I know whose arms you fall into at the end of the night. You could flirt with half the Gotei 13 and I'd just sit back and smile, because I know your heart belongs entirely to me."
Hearing those exact words, the trap he had just laid for himself, you decided to give in your own desires. The cold facade melted instantly. You let out a soft, breathy sigh, your walls crumbling entirely as you finally gave into his touch. Your arms tightening securely around his neck as you pulled him down into a deep kiss. Shunsui let out a satisfied hum against your mouth as he hoisted you slightly against the wall, entirely convinced that his words had conquered your resistance. You melted against him, matching his fervor kiss for kiss, but beneath the heavy fog of passion, your mind was sharp, locking in the terms of the challenge. You would give him exactly what he asked for.
The first phase of his lesson began the very next morning in the central courtyard of the 1st Division, where a grueling joint-squad tactical briefing had just concluded. The dirt clearing was crowded with high-ranking officers stretching their legs, including an exceptionally handsome, polite lieutenant from the 3rd Division. You stepped out of the shadow of the briefing hall. Under normal circumstances, you would walk past the other squads with a professional focus, ignoring the lingering looks. Today, however, you deliberately changed your course, stepping directly into Kira’s path.
"Good morning lieutenant." You said, your voice carrying a soft, melodic clarity that turned his head instantly.
He turned, blinking in surprise, his posture straightening. "Ah, Y/N-san. Good morning. I didn't expect to see you here today."
Instead of the brief, formal nod you usually offered, you took a step closer. You looked up at him through your lashes, letting a beautifully sweet, dazzling smile slowly take over your features, a smile Shunsui fondly and stubbornly believed belonged exclusively to him behind closed doors.
"I was hoping I would run into you." You said, tilting your head slightly, letting your eyes linger on his face. "The logistical reports you filed for our shared sector were remarkably thorough. It made my afternoon duties entirely too easy."
Kira’s cheeks instantly flushed a beautiful, deep pink. He cleared his throat, his hand coming up to scratch his cheek as he felt himself completely held by your gaze. "I—well, I merely wanted to ensure everything was perfect for your division. If you ever need assistance with the remaining logs, I am always entirely at your disposal."
"I might just take you up on that." You said, delivering one final sweet smile before turning on your heel.
Across the courtyard, standing on the wide stone steps of the assembly hall, Shunsui was mid-conversation with Jūshirō Ukitake. He had been laughing at his own joke about the length of the meeting. But the moment his gaze caught that specific, dazzling smile rewriting your features for another man, the lazy chuckle died instantly in his throat. His heavy-lidded eyes narrowed into sharp, dark slits beneath the shadow of his straw hat, a sudden, unfamiliar prickle of raw, cold unease tightening across his massive chest. Ukitake, who had been listening patiently, noticed the sudden, violent break in his friend's demeanor. He blinked, turning his head to follow Shunsui’s rigid, unblinking stare across the dirt clearing. The moment the 13th captain saw you standing entirely too close to the blushing Kira, a faint, deeply knowing smile touched his pale lips. He let out a soft, amused sigh.
"Shunsui?" He murmured, his voice dripping with mild, good-natured irony. "Did Nanao just find your hidden sake stash again, or did you suddenly forget how to breathe? Your spiritual pressure is leaking, my friend."
Captain Kyōraku didn't look at him. His jaw was clenched so tightly a muscle jumped in his stubbled cheek. "Jūshirō... look over there. Do you see what she's doing?"
Ukitake adjusted his white haori, his eyes twinkling with absolute delight. "Ah, Y/N-san. She looks exceptionally lovely today. And she's giving young Izuru a very charming smile. Good for her. It’s nice to see her socializing."
"Good for her?" Shunsui echoed, his deep baritone rising high in bewilderment. "Jūshirō, that is MY smile. She doesn't give that smile to anyone else. It's a completely illegal smile."
His best friend let out a quiet, breathy chuckle, coughing slightly into his sleeve before fixing him with deeply amused look. "If I recall correctly, Shunsui, you were the one bragging to me over a jug of premium alcohol last night about how 'utterly secure' you are in your secret arrangement. What was it you called it? An open invitation?"
Shunsui groaned softly, dropping his forehead into his free hand. "I might have... overcalculated my tolerances. I told her she could flirt with half the Gotei 13 and I'd just sit back and smile."
Ukitake stared at him for a beat, his eyebrows climbing toward his hairline, before a genuine, rich laugh broke from his chest. "You told her what? Shunsui, for a man who prides himself on being a master tactician, you are remarkably foolish when it comes to your own heart. Did you honestly think she wouldn't call your bluff?"
"She's usually so fiercely professional!" Shunsui hissed defensively, his eyes darkening as he watched the lieutenant lean in just a fraction closer to you. "Look at him, Jūshirō. The boy is turning as red as a fresh pomegranate. He’s asking her out, I can read it in his shoulder blades. This is madness."
Ukitake patted Shunsui’s broad shoulder with a firm fondness. "Then stop acting like an immature academy cadet, my friend. If you're going to spend your afternoons batting your eyelashes and throwing wilted flowers at every female officer who walks past your porch, you have absolutely no right to throw a tantrum when she decides to hold up a mirror. It's beneath you."
"I am not throwing a tantrum." He muttered stubbornly, his gaze tracking you as you finally walked away from the blonde.
"Right." Ukitake smiled, turning back toward the assembly doors. "Just stop the games, Shunsui. Tell the Seireitei you two are together and give the poor girl the public devotion she deserves, instead of hiding behind your rules. Otherwise, I hear the lieutenant of the 9th Division is an exceptionally good listener, and he’s been looking for a partner to join him at the teahouses."
Shunsui’s smile vanished completely, his dark eyes flashing with a sudden, lethal intensity that made Ukitake chuckle again as he walked away. Left alone on the steps, he pulled his hat low, his heart hammering against his ribs with a wild, possessive panic. You had won the first round in a matter of minutes, and as he watched you disappear around the corner of the corridor, he realized with terrifying clarity that his sanity was not going to survive the week.
…
By the second afternoon, the unease had turned into a sharp, clawing torment that Kyōraku was desperately trying to hide. You were sitting out on the edge of the 8th Division’s wooden veranda, a stack of inventory logs resting in your lap, when a bold, handsome upper-seat officer from your own squad approached you. In his hand, he held a beautifully vibrant, pristine cluster of purple wisteria blossoms, freshly plucked from the division’s residential gardens.
"For you, Y/N-san." The officer said, stepping onto the wooden deck and offering the flowers with a confident, deeply respectful bow. "I noticed you staring at them earlier today during duties. A woman of your grace and strength shouldn't have to admire them from a distance."
You looked at the flowers, then up at him, letting your eyes linger warmly. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Shunsui sitting at his low desk inside the office directly across the narrow courtyard garden. He was pretending to review budget files, which he usually wouldn’t even touch with one finger. He hadn't turned a single page in twenty minutes. Sitting adjacent to him, her glasses catching the afternoon light, was Nanao Ise. She was one of the incredibly select few who knew about your private relationship, and she was currently observing her captain's agonizing descent into jealousy with satisfaction.
"They are absolutely beautiful." You said aloud, your voice carrying flawlessly across the open courtyard and straight through the open screens of the office. You didn't reject them. Instead, you reached out, your fingers slow and deliberate as they brushed against the officer's hand to accept the blossoms. You raised them to your face, inhaling the sweet scent. Then, with a fluid, agonizingly graceful motion (at least to Shunsui), you teared off one of the vibrant purple blossoms and slipped it behind your ear. "Thank you." You murmured to the officer, offering him a soft gaze. "That was incredibly thoughtful of you."
Inside the office, a sudden, violent crack fractured the quiet. Kyōraku had laid his large hand flat against his desk, his knuckles turning white as his large fingers gripped the delicate ceramic of his favorite pink sake cup with such sudden, immense pressure that the clay completely shattered into jagged shards, spilling clear liquid all over his unread paperwork.
"My." Nanao spoke up, her voice flat, and dripping with a savage irony as she adjusted her glasses. She didn't look up from her ledger, but her tone was a direct, targeted arrow. "That is the second premium ceramic vessel you have destroyed since lunch, captain. If your hands are shaking so severely from old age, perhaps I should request a medical evaluation from the 4th Division. Or maybe it’s the air out in the courtyard. Is the scent from outside too floral today?"
Shunsui let out a low, pained groan, dropping his chin into his palm, his hat tilting forward to hide his eyes. "How crue Nanao-chan... Please be a good girl and slide the shoji screens shut. The sunlight is... giving me a terrible headache."
"Absolutely not.” Nanao replied instantly, her voice merciless as she turned a page with a sharp, crisp snap. "Barracks regulations strictly dictate that the office must remain properly ventilated during the summer months. Furthermore, I believe transparency is highly beneficial for leadership. It is good for you to see exactly how efficiently the members of your squad are building rapport and… camaraderie."
His eyes flashed with a wild, possessive heat beneath his brim as he watched the officer outside lean closer to you, pointing toward the secondary gardens. "He's asking her out." Shunsui muttered under his breath.
"If I recall the exact text of the conversation you so proudly recounted to captain Ukitake last time you met in the evening..." Nanao chimed in, her pen scratching against the paper with ruthless efficiency. "You told her, and I quote: 'You could flirt with half the Gotei 13 and I'd just sit back and smile.' Where is the smile, captain? Right now, your facial expression closely resembles a hollow undergoing a highly painful purification."
Shunsui closed his eyes, a genuine, desperate sigh escaping his chest as he felt the agonizing weight of his own overconfidence crushing his pride. Outside, you offered the officer another soft smile, letting your fingers lightly touch the wisteria behind your ear. "She's doing it on purpose." Shunsui whispered, his heart hammering against his ribs with a wild, panicking jealousy.
"Of course she is." Nanao remarked deadpan, finally lifting her eyes to fix him with a judgmental look. "She is an intelligent, independent woman who gave you her heart, and you chose to treat it like a casual gaming token to boost your own ego. Frankly, I hope she accepts his invitation, sir."
Shunsui snapped his mouth shut, unable to find a single defensive retort. He stared down at the puddle of spilled sake on his desk, his massive shoulders tense beneath his haori, entirely at the mercy of the trap he had set for himself.
…
The third evening brought the annual joint-division social gathering, transforming the central courtyard into a sea of glowing paper lanterns, overflowing sake barrels, and lively music. The atmosphere was celebratory, the air thick with the scent of roasted meat and alcohol. Your presence attracted a swarm of suitors the moment you stepped into the light. You stood there engaging in light, playful banter with several high-seated men who were thoroughly charmed by your bold, fierce intellect. Across the courtyard, sitting on the elevated wooden platform, Shunsui sat with Jūshirō Ukitake, Rangiku Matsumoto, and a small cluster of unseated female officers. Ostentatiously, Shunsui was trying to act as though he was the life of the party, pouring drinks and offering lazy, charming smiles to the women surrounding the bench.
"Oh, Captain Kyōraku, you always say the sweetest things!" One of the squad girls giggled, leaning in.
"Is that so, my dear?" Shunsui replied smoothly, though his eyes didn't even track her movement. His gaze was entirely fixed across the clearing, locked onto you like a vice.
Rangiku Matsumoto let out a loud laugh, pouring herself another massive cup of alcohol. "Oh, give it up, captain! You haven't heard a single word she’s said. You've been glaring across the courtyard so hard your eyes are going to burn holes through that poor girl's haori."
Ukitake, sitting comfortably at the end of the bench with a warm cup of tea, let out a soft, thoroughly entertained chuckle. He took a slow sip, his eyes twinkling under the lantern light as he observed his friend's rigid posture. "Let him be, Matsumoto-san. Shunsui is currently undergoing a very profound, very necessary philosophical crisis regarding the nature of boundaries."
The music shifted into a lively, traditional festival rhythm, a dance that required partners to step into a circle, their bodies touching as they spun through the lantern light. A flashy, exceptionally confident upper-seat officer from another division stepped into your space, offering his hand with a sweeping bow. "A beautiful woman like you shouldn't be standing on the sidelines, Y/N-san. Allow me the honor of this dance."
You looked across the courtyard, meeting your lover’s burning gaze for a split second, before sliding your small hand directly into the stranger's palm. "The honor is mine, officer."
You stepped into the circle. The officer’s hand came down to rest firmly against your waist to guide your steps, his fingers gripping your hip as he spun you through the firelight. You let out a bright laugh, perfectly matching his momentum. Watching the man's hand anchor itself to your hip, Shunsui felt a catastrophic, overwhelming surge of raw jealousy slam into his chest. For a split second, he completely lost his grip on his restraint. A sudden, suffocating flare of his massive reiryoku leaked out into the courtyard, causing the paper lanterns to wildly shudder and the stone tiles beneath his bench to hairline crack. The squad girls around the bench gasped, suddenly shivering as the air turned thick as lead. Rangiku grinned, while Ukitake merely placed a gentle, calming hand on Kyōraku’s shoulder, his expression full of a quiet, knowing warmth.
"Easy, Shunsui." Ukitake murmured softly, his voice a steady anchor. "You brought this entirely upon yourself. Don't ruin the festival over your own pride."
Shunsui breathed out slowly. He was not a violent or unhinged man. Within a fraction of a heartbeat, the dark-haired man reined his spiritual pressure back in, burying the raw beast beneath his signature layer of irresistible charm. He turned to the women around him, a perfectly smooth, slightly sheepish smile returning to his rugged features as he set his cup down.
"If you'll excuse me, ladies." Shunsui murmured, his deep voice carrying a quiet, unmistakable weight as he adjusted his straw hat. "I think it's high time I learned my lesson."
Ukitake let out a loud, deeply amused chuckle, shaking his head as Shunsui stood up. "Go on, then. And don't come back until you've apologized properly."
His long, pink floral haori billowed behind him as he crossed the dirt courtyard with slow, deliberate strides. He didn't use a disruptive flash-step, rather he simply walked right into the dancing circle, cutting through the crowd. Before your partner could even complete the next turn, Shunsui stepped directly into your space. With a movement that was flawlessly smooth, polite, and unyielding, his hand came down over the officer's wrist, gently but firmly lifting it away from your waist. In the same breath, Shunsui’s other arm slid seamlessly around your waist, pulling you flush against his broad chest.
"Mind if I cut in, officer?" He asked, his voice dripping with a terrifyingly polite sweetness that left absolutely no room for a refusal. The rival blinked, completely stunned, and instinctively took a step back, bowing frantically as he realized exactly who had just intercepted his dance. Shunsui ignored him entirely, his heavy-lidded eyes looking down at you with a captivated gaze. He kept you anchored tightly against his hips, his hand resting possessively on the small of your back as he began to slowly sway with you to the rhythm of the music.
"You were right, my sweet." He whispered near your ear, his breath warm against your skin, a faint, self-deprecating smile on his lips. "You were entirely, completely right. And I am a fool." Before you could even tease him, Shunsui stopped dancing, keeping his arm securely locked around your waist as he turned to face the entire crowded courtyard. He cleared his throat - his deep, resonant voice easily carrying over the festival music, commanding the attention of every single soul present.
"My sincerest apologies to everyone tonight." Shunsui announced, his lips curved into a charming smile as he tightened his grip on your hip, pulling you so close there wasn't a breath of space left between you. "But I'm afraid we will be leaving the festival early. It seems I have some rather significant wrongs to do right, and a great many apologies to give to my partner." A collective gasp and a sudden, roaring wave of whispers erupted across the courtyard. Rangiku let out a loud, triumphant cheer from the benches, raising her jug of sake in victory, while Ukitake simply smiled into his tea, chuckling warmly at his friend's public surrender. By explicitly naming you his partner in front of the entire Gotei 13, Shunsui had just permanently marked you before the entire world. Without waiting for the shock to settle, he guided you away from the lights, moving with urgency as he led you straight toward the private sanctuary of his quarters. The wooden doors of his room slid shut with a soft, definitive click, instantly enveloping the two of you in the quiet, cedar-scented dark. The public, charming facade dropped the moment the latch caught. He didn't waste a single second. He spun you around, but there was no brute force in his movements. His large frame completely collapsed over yours, his arms wrapping around you with a frantic, breathless desperation as he buried his face deeply into your neck. He was sighing, the heavy, ragged breaths of a man who had been holding out his best for three agonizing days running through his chest.
You stayed perfectly still, your heart hammering against your ribs, a brilliant, triumphant smirk taking over your face as you reached up to pull his hat off, tossing it onto the tatami mats. You lightly ran your fingers through his thick, dark hair. "What happened to letting half the Gotei 13 buy me drinks? I thought you were just going to sit back and smile."
Shunsui let out a low, deeply pained groan against your skin. Moving with a sudden, utter lack of pride, he slowly sank down onto his knees right there on the floorboards before you. He wrapped his massive arms securely around your waist from below, pressing his face directly against your stomach, his hands gripping the fabric of your uniform as if he was begging for mercy.
"Don't, my sweet... please, don't tease me anymore." He pleaded. His deep voice cracking with a raw, needy vulnerability that sent a thrilling shiver straight down your spine. He tilted his head up from your lap, looking up at you in the dim light. His dark eyes were wide, entirely stripped of their usual lazy confidence, brimming with adoration. "I was an arrogant, blind fool. I thought I could handle it, but watching you smile at them... watching that man put his hands on your waist... I love you. I love you like crazy, Y/N. I don't ever want to see another man breathe your air again. I am entirely yours. Just... tell me I'm the only one. Please, my love. Tell me you're only mine."
Your breath hitched, the sheer, intoxicating depth of his surrender completely dissolving the last of your playful resistance. You wanted to completely melt into him now, your body burning with the desire to touch him without any more walls between you. Instead of remaining standing, you placed your hands firmly against his massive, broad shoulders. With a sudden, deliberate surge of your own momentum, you pushed him. Shunsui, caught off guard and submissive to your will, let out a soft, breathless gasp as he allowed himself to be tipped backward, falling flat onto his back against the sprawling pile of silk floor cushions and tatami mats. Before he could even adjust to the shift, you stepped over him and straddled his lap smoothly. You pinned his hips beneath yours, leaning over his massive chest as your uniform pooled around his haori. You reached down, your hands cradling his stubble-lined jawline with tenderness, your fingers tangling deeply into his brown hair as you stared down into his wide, burning eyes.
"You are a complete and total idiot, Shunsui Kyōraku." You murmured, your voice turning thick and heavy with emotion, a stunning, fierce smile rewriting your face. "I am only yours. I have always been only yours."
Shunsui let out a long, ragged sigh of pure relief, a breathless, desperate laugh escaping his lips as his large hands immediately flew up to lock around your waist, anchoring you to his hips with a possessive grip. "Thank God... my sweet, my love... you nearly drove me completely mad."
As you settled deeper into his lap, shifting your weight deliberately against his thighs, you could already feel the unmistakable, heavy heat of his arousal pressing hard and rigid against you beneath the tangled layers of your uniforms. The sudden proof of just how well your game had unraveled his legendary composure sent a thrilling jolt of pure warmth straight to your core. You didn't let him speak another word. Leaning down, you captured his mouth once more, drawing him into a deeply indulgent makeout session that completely banished the outside world. The kisses were slow, thick, and devastatingly wet, your tongues sliding together in a heavy rhythm that left both of you breathless. As you consumed his mouth, you began to move your hips. Slowly, deliberately, you rolled your pelvis forward, grinding your weight down against him. Even through the thick, restrictive layers of your uniforms, the rigid shape of his manhood was massive and impossible to ignore. You pressed down harder, constantly rubbing yourself against him, your movements torturously slow and precise. Every slide of your hips generated a scorching, building friction through the fabric of your trousers, sending waves of intense heat straight to your center. Shunsui let out a deep, guttural groan directly into your mouth, his entire massive frame shuddering beneath you. His large, calloused hands anchored themselves to your waist, his fingers digging fiercely into your skin to guide your movements, pulling you down even harder against his groin. He couldn't help but arch his hips upward, instinctively seeking the friction as you completely dismantled his sanity. You pulled back only a bit, your lips parting with a breathless, wet gasp as the friction began to make your own head spin. You looked down at him in the dim, golden shadows of the room. His dark hair was disheveled against the silk, and his heavy-lidded eyes were dark, glassy, and completely consumed by a desperate, needy lust.
"Ah... God, my sweet..." Shunsui rasped, his voice completely wrecked. He swallowed hard, his chest heaving aggressively under your palms as you shifted your weight again, deliberately rubbing your core over him. A breathless, ragged sigh escaped him, his hands sliding up from your waist to grip your hips, his thumbs tracing your hipbone with a trembling desperation. "You're killing me. You're completely driving me out of my mind..."
You offered him a slow, stunning smile, completely in control, before leaning down to slick your tongue along his lower lip, teasing him with another deep, open-mouthed kiss while your hips kept up their relentless, agonizing rub against his heat. Shunsui groaned again, his hips bucking up into your core, completely undone by the torment of the fabric separating your bodies. He couldn't take it anymore. He pulled his head back slightly, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked up at you from his back, his gaze pleading. "Please, my love... let me get rid of these clothes…" He whispered, his voice a low, begging tone that resonated straight through your chest. His hands slid down the sides of your uniform, his fingers urgently finding the ties of your garment. "I need to feel you. All of you. Let me strip this away. Please."
You nodded softly, your own breath hitching with a matching, desperate hunger as you finally allowed him the release he was begging for. The friction between your bodies intensified, the restrictive layers of heavy fabric finally becoming too much to bear. His hands worked with an urgent, practiced grace, untying and parting the layers of your uniform until you were completely bared to him in the dim warmth of the room. His eyes trailed down your form with an unholy adoration that made your breath catch in your throat. He quickly stripped out of his own floral clothes, his broad, scarred chest rising and falling in uneven patterns. As he moved back over you, the rigid, pulsing length of his member pressed directly against your inner thigh, radiating a scorching heat that sent a violent shiver straight down your spine.
"You are entirely too beautiful, my sweet." He whispered, his deep baritone completely wrecked as he leaned down to slick his tongue along your jawline, trailing wet, heavy kisses down to the hollow of your throat. His fingers slid lower, parting your thighs to find the slick, aching warmth of your pussy. You let out a soft, breathless gasp as his long fingers gently caressed the sensitive entrance, finding you already weeping for him, completely drenched from the intoxicating tension of the last few days. He smoothed the slippery, wet moisture over your sensitive skin, his thumb tracing slow, torturous circles that had your hips tilting upward instinctively, desperately seeking the full weight of him. When his large hands anchored your hips securely against the silk cushions, he positioned the heavy tip of his cock against your opening. He paused for a heartbeat, his eyes locking onto yours with pleading intensity that begged for absolution.
"Only mine." He murmured softly against your mouth.
"Only yours." You agreed, your voice breaking.
With a slow, agonizingly deep push, he buried his full length inside you. A loud, ragged groan ripped from his chest, swallowed instantly as his mouth crashed back onto yours in a deeply indulgent, wet kiss. The sensation of being entirely filled by him, of his thick heat stretching your sensitive walls, was so overwhelming that your toes curled into the silk mats, your arms locking tightly around his neck to pull his massive body even closer. He began to move, establishing an agonizingly sensual rhythm. Every deep, sliding plunge of his dick against the sensitive depths of your pussy echoed in the quiet room with a slick friction. Soon Shunsui completely lost his composure, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps against your neck as he rocked into you. He pulled his head back slightly, his eyes shone with a raw adoration as he looked down at you. His hands slid up from your waist, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears of pleasure gathering at the corners of your eyes.
"Look at me, my sweet... Please, look at this foolish man." He rasped, his deep voice completely wrecked. His entire body trembled as his cock withdrew slowly, only to sink all the way back into the gripping warmth of your cunt. You looked up at him, your breath hitching as your hips instinctively lifted to meet the heavy, slow stroke. "I love you." He whispered, the declaration bleeding from his lips like a prayer as he pressed a tender, soft kiss to your forehead, then to each of your eyelids. "God, I love you so much… It completely breaks me. I adore you, Y/N. Every single thing about you... the way you hold yourself, the way you look at me... I adore every inch of your soul." He paused deep inside you, his hips pressing hard against yours, letting you feel the full, pulsing magnitude of his manhood stretching you wide, filling you to the absolute limit. He leaned down, his lips brushing softly, damply against the shell of your ear as his voice dropped into rumble.
"No more secrets." He murmured, his grip on your hips turning fiercely possessive as he began to move again, a slow, heavy, and deeply indulgent rhythm that had you whimpering into the dark room. "I want everyone to know, my sweet. I want the entire Seireitei, every single captain, every single soul in the Gotei 13 to see us together and know that you belong to me. I want them to know we belong to each other. Permanently."
"Shunsui..." You gasped, your fingers digging into the muscle of his broad shoulders as another deep, sliding thrust sent a violent wave of pleasure through your body.
"Tell me." He pleaded softly, his mouth coming back to yours, his tongue sliding deeply between your lips in a slow, intoxicatingly wet kiss that tasted of him and desire. He rocked his pelvis against yours, the tension turning completely unbearable, pushing you right to the absolute edge of a blinding crescendo. "Tell me you want it too, my sweet."
"Yes." You breathed against his lips, your voice completely broken with love and pleasure as you arched into him, your pussy tightening convulsively around the throbbing heat of his dick. "Only yours... I want them to know… God Shunsui. I’m yours. Shunsui.."
He let out a dark, utterly satisfied growl into your mouth, his pace turning slightly heavier, more desperate as he poured every ounce of his love, his worship, and his complete surrender into you, the friction of your bodies filling the quiet sanctuary of his room until the world outside vanished entirely.
The steam in the women’s onsen was thick enough to obscure the tiled walls, turning the cedar-lined bath into a private, hazy sanctuary. Water trickled soothingly from a bamboo spout, but the tranquil atmosphere was completely dominated by Rangiku Matsumoto, who was currently floating on her back, splashing her legs, and letting out a dramatic sigh.
"I swear, the men in this Gotei 13 are either emotionally stunted, entirely married to their paperwork, or just plain exhausting." She groaned, flipping over to rest her arms on the smooth stone edge of the bath. She looked across at Isane, who was submerged up to her nose to hide her blushing face, and Rukia, who sat on a submerged stone step, sipping a cup of barley tea. Rangiku’s bright eyes then locked onto you, a wicked, knowing grin spreading across her face. "But enough about my complaining. Come on, Y/N, give us the details. How are things going with the sweetest captain of the Seireitei? We rarely get to hear about what goes on behind the closed doors of the 13th Division, Rukia never shares gossip with me."
A warmth that had nothing to do with the hot spring water bloomed in your cheeks. You leaned back against the smooth rocks, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "Jūshirō is... well, he’s incredible. He’s a perfect gentleman."
"Oh, don't just leave it at that!" Rangiku nudged your shoulder with her foot beneath the water. "Give us the romantic stuff!"
"He really is a true romantic." You said, the memory making your heart flutter. "Last week, I mentioned in passing that I was having trouble sleeping. The very next morning, he left a small, hand-wrapped bundle of lavender and chamomile on my desk, along with a note written in beautiful calligraphy, telling me he hoped my day would be as bright as my smile. And whenever we walk through the gardens, he always makes sure he's walking on the side closest to the dirt path so my sandals don't get muddy. He is just so patient, so attentive... entirely perfect."
Beside you, Isane let out a soft, dreamy sigh, her hands clasping together beneath the water. "Oh... that is so sweet. A handwritten note? That’s like something out of an old poetry anthology. You are so incredibly lucky, Y/N."
Rukia nodded firmly, her expression a mix of pride and genuine fondness. "Captain Ukitake has always possessed a remarkably noble and gentle soul. To hear that he treats you with such profound respect and devotion... It is truly wonderful."
Rangiku, however, wasn't done. She slid closer through the water, her eyes flashing with pure mischief as she wiggled her eyebrows. "Okay, okay, the hand-wrapped lavender is sweet, Y/N. But come on, give us the real stuff. What about the steamy time? Is he just as proper and reserved when the doors are shut, or does he know how to take charge?"
A sudden, scorching heat flooded your face, turning you a brighter shade of red than the hot spring waters could ever manage. You froze, your mind instantly betraying you as it flashed back to the quiet, breathless nights spent hidden away in his private quarters. They weren't rough or hurried, but they carried a deep, melting sensuality that made your heart ache just remembering them. You recalled the way his large, warm hands would slowly slip beneath your robes, his fingers tracing the sensitive curve of your waist with an almost reverent slowness. He would pull you into his lap, his long white hair falling around the two of you like a silver silk curtain, shielding you completely from the rest of the world. And his kisses... they weren't the chaste forehead presses he gave you in public. They were deep, slow, and devastatingly soft. His lips parting yours gently, making your entire body feel heavy and warm, his chest rumbling with a low hum of absolute devotion against your skin.
Seeing your total, wide-eyed meltdown, Rangiku burst into a delighted, ringing laugh, loudly clapping her hands. "Oh, look at that blush! Oho, so Captain Ukitake is like that behind closed doors, huh? Hehe, I knew it! The quiet ones are always the secret wolves!"
Isane squeaked, burying her face completely underwater to hide her secondary embarrassment, while Rukia cleared her throat loudly, coughing into her fist as a faint pink dusted her own cheeks. "M-Matsumoto-san! Please do not interrogate her like that!"
You also tried to save face, your voice squeaking in embarrassment when you protested. “He is a perfect gentleman!”
But across the tub, Rangiku went back to swirling her hand through the water, her expression shifting to something more thoughtful. "Alright, alright. Don't get me wrong, he sounds like an absolute dream…" Rangiku said, tilting her head. "But honestly? For me personally? I need a little more... bite in a man."
You blinked, trying to clear the vivid memories and embarrassment from your head. "Bite?"
"Yes, exactly!" Rangiku sat up, her eyes gleaming. "I mean, a perfect gentleman is nice, but there is nothing better than when a man completely loses that polite, composed little mask. When he gets just a tiny bit territorial because someone else is looking at you? God, it’s thrilling. I want to see a man’s eyes darken. I want to know that underneath all that proper etiquette, he’s secretly a wolf who wants to snap at anyone who steps too close to what's his. That kind of fierce jealousy... it makes your toes curl."
You sat perfectly still. The hot water suddenly felt secondary to the cold, sinking realization washing over you. Jūshirō. You had been together for months, and he had never, not once, lost his composure. He smiled at every unseated officer who brought you documents. He gracefully stepped back to let other captains chat with you. He accommodated everyone with the same gentle, flawless courtesy. Did he even have a possessive bone in his body? Or was he simply too detached, too saintly, to feel that kind of fierce, burning hunger for you? By the time you slipped out of the onsen and made your way back to the Thirteenth Division quarters, the question was a gnawing ache right beneath your ribs, demanding an answer.
…
Jūshirō was sitting by the engawa when you arrived, a soft evening breeze catching his long, snow-white hair. He was reading a scroll, looking so perfectly serene and angelic, that a sudden spike of mischievous frustration flared in your chest.
"Darling?" You called out softly, sliding the door shut.
"Ah, welcome back, my love." He murmured, his green eyes crinkling with that trademark warmth as he looked up. "Did you enjoy the baths?"
"I did." You said, casually sitting beside him and pulling your knees to your chest. You took a breath, preparing the lie. "Though... It was a bit hectic on the way back. A seated officer from another division stopped me. He was being very persistent. Kept insisting on taking me out to dinner tonight, even after I told him I was busy."
You watched his face almost like a hawk, searching for a sudden twitch of his brows, a sharp tightening of that elegantly sculpted jawline, or a single crack in his facade. But there was absolutely nothing. He didn't miss a beat. Close up, his features were frustratingly, breathtakingly handsome, the soft evening light catching the high, refined angles of his cheekbones and warming the deep, striking green of his eyes. His smile remained perfectly intact, smooth, serene, and so effortlessly beautiful it made your stomach twist with a mix of awe and sheer annoyance.
"Well, I can hardly blame him." Jūshirō said, his voice gentle. He reached out, his thumb tenderly brushing your cheek. "You are absolutely radiant. He would have to be blind not to try." He leaned in, planting a soft, chaste kiss on your forehead. "I just remembered I have some extra paperwork to attend to. I'll be back shortly, alright?"
"Oh. Okay." You muttered, completely deflated.
The moment the shoji screen clicked shut behind him, Jūshirō’s gentle smile dissolved into a quiet, rigid stillness. He didn't let his spiritual pressure flare. He was far too disciplined, far too protective of the unseated officers and lower-ranked shinigami bustling through the nearby corridors, to let a reckless wave of his heavy reiatsu give him away. Instead, the sudden spike of heat turned entirely inward, a tightly wound coil of fierce jealousy locking behind his ribs. He forced his posture to relax, and the smile back as he turned the corner into the main hallway, stepping into the path of his division members.
"Ah! Captain Ukitake!" A young, unseated officer paused, bowing deeply as he held a stack of inventory ledgers. "Good evening, sir. We’ve just finished updating the patrol schedules for the third district, and we were thinking of…"
The words drifted right past Jūshirō’s ears, entirely empty of meaning. His smile was on complete, practiced autopilot, a flawless curve of his lips that required absolutely no conscious effort. Internally, he wasn't listening to a single word. The officer’s voice was utterly drowned out by the echoing playback of your voice in his mind: A seated officer... very persistent... trying to take me to dinner. He watched the young man’s mouth move, his mind registering only a couple of disconnected keywords - patrol, finished, and allowed centuries of captain-level muscle memory to dictate his response.
"Splendid work." Jūshirō murmured, his tone carrying its usual warmth, flawlessly executing the expected script. "Thank you for staying late to see it through. Please make sure the rest of the squad gets some rest tonight, alright?"
"Yes, sir! Thank you, Captain!" The officer beamed, completely oblivious to the fact that his captain hadn't absorbed a single syllable of his report, and hurried along. As soon as the hallway cleared, Jūshirō continued walking, his hands sliding deep into his wide white sleeves, his fingers curling into tight, unseen fists.
A seated officer. Persisting even after you said no.
The thought sent a cold, sharp spike of irritation straight through him. He nodded kindly to two more subordinates who bowed as they passed, his voice smooth and steady as he automatically exchanged pleasantries, but internally, his mind was racing.
Who was it? Which division? Who had the unbridled audacity to stand in her presence, to look at you and think he had the right to pursue? Did he make you uncomfortable? Did he try to touch your hand?
The contrast between his warm outer shell and the possessive frustration churning in his chest was dizzying. He didn't want to be a man ruled by petty jealousy, but even the thought of another man trying to slide into your life, trying to take what was privately his, made his jaw ache from how hard he was grinding his teeth. He wanted to march right back into that room, pull you against him, and gently coax a name out of you. Not to cause a scene, but so he could personally find the fool and quietly remind him exactly where the boundaries lay. He didn't, however. You deserved a sanctuary, a gentleman, not a man consumed by a toxic, primitive emotion. He stopped at the edge of the courtyard, taking a slow, deep breath of the cool night air, forcing the tight knot in his chest to loosen before he dared walk back to you.
…
The total lack of reaction from your first attempt only drove you further. The following afternoon, you sought out your friend, Shūhei Hisagi. You caught him just as he was finishing up a patrol, dragging him away to a secluded corner behind the unmapped stone walls near the Ninth Division archives.
"Are you completely out of your mind, Y/N?!" Shūhei hissed, his eyes wide with genuine panic as he rubbed the back of his neck. "You want me to do what?"
"Just a little bit of harmless flirting, Shūhei! Please!" You pleaded, leaning closer to him, your hands clumsily clasped together in desperate supplication. "I just need to see a reaction from him. Just a single crack in that perfect gentleman routine."
"Absolutely not! No way!" Hisagi stammered, stepping back slightly, his face flushing with secondary nerves. "Captain Ukitake is a literal saint, but he is still a senior captain. If he catches me pulling a stunt like that, his disappointed look alone will dissolve my soul into spiritual particles! Ask captain Kyōraku! Ask someone who isn't afraid of dying!"
"Captain Kyōraku would make it a whole theatrical production." You argued, stepping back into his space to keep his attention, looking up at him with the most pathetic, pleading expression you could muster. "Come on, Shūhei, we've been friends for years. I promise I'll protect you. And I'll buy you that rare, aged bottle of Karakura sake you've been eyeing for months."
Shūhei groaned loudly, throwing his head back. "You're evil. You know that, right? A rare bottle of sake is not worth my life... but fine. Fine! Just no touching. If I touch you, I’m pretty sure the universe will implode, or my intestines will explode from your boyfriend’s blade."
What neither of you realized was that Jūshirō was currently walking back from a meeting, a stack of administrative reports cradled in his arm. As he stepped along the upper walkway overlooking the archive courtyard, his green eyes naturally caught sight of you. He stopped dead in his tracks. From his vantage point, he couldn't hear a single word of your hushed, urgent conversation. All he could see was you, tucked away in a shadowed, private corner, standing entirely too close to the 9th Division Lieutenant. He watched as you leaned in toward Hisagi, talking with a desperate, intense animation. He saw the dark-haired man looking incredibly flustered, rubbing his neck, his cheeks dusted with a dark flush as he looked down at you. Jūshirō’s breath caught in his throat. A cold, heavy weight dropped squarely into his stomach, a vicious coil of possessive jealousy instantly wrapping around his lungs. Why is she alone with him? The thought pierced his mind, sharp and venomous. Why is she looking at him like that? What could they possibly be speaking about in secret that requires her to stand so close to him? His grip on the paperwork tightened, the thick parchment crinkling under the unseen pressure of his fingers. He had to force his eyes away, you were a free woman. You could have friends, male or not, even if he wanted to drive Sōgyo no Kotowari through him. His chest heaved as he compelled himself to walk away. He trusted you with his entire life, but the primitive, dark beast locked inside his chest didn't care about trust, it only cared that another man was sharing a private, intimate moment with the only person he loved.
…
The next morning, the trap was sprung. You were standing in the middle of the open, sunlit courtyard of the 13th Division barracks when you spotted Jūshirō approaching from across the grounds. Right on cue, Shūhei stepped into the courtyard from the opposite side, taking a deep, fortifying breath before marching over to you.
"Remember, no touching." Shūhei muttered under his breath before instantly shifting his face into what he hoped was a suave smile. He took a deliberate, heavy step forward, intentionally invading your personal space. You saw Jūshirō slow his pace out of the corner of your eye. Sensing your opening, you gave your friend the cue, tilting your head back and letting out a soft, melodious laugh that echoed across the quiet courtyard. You deliberately leaned your upper body slightly toward him, looking up at him from beneath your eyelashes, your eyes bright and completely focused on his face.
Shūhei swallowed hard, playing his part as loud as he dared. "You know Y/N, I was just thinking about how incredible you looked during training the other day. I swear, I haven't been able to get the image out of my head all morning."
You stepped even closer, narrowing the gap. You smiled warmly, resting your hands behind your back, tilting your chin up as if hanging on his every word. "Is that so, Shūhei? I didn't think you were paying such close attention to me."
Shūhei leaned down slightly, bringing his face closer to yours to lock eyes, trying his absolute best to look captivated while internally praying for his life. To anyone else it looked like poorly done theatre, not to captain Ukitake though. "How could I not? We really should spend more time together. Just the two of us. Away from the barracks."
Jūshirō stopped a few paces away. Internally, his mind was a violent, raging storm. The memory of seeing you two alone the previous afternoon collided with this blatant, public display of affection, and it took every single drop of his centuries-matured willpower to keep his spiritual pressure from completely flattening the courtyard. His blood burned. A primal roar of possessive rage screamed in his head, demanding he yanked you against his chest, and drew his blade on the lieutenant standing entirely too close to what belonged to him. Yet, once again, his outer facade was nothing short of a masterpiece. His face shifted into a flawless, radiant, and entirely pleasant smile. His voice, when he spoke, was light, smooth, and carried the airy warmth.
"Ah, lieutenant Hisagi." Jūshirō interrupted effortlessly, stepping forward with an impeccable grace that shattered the false intimacy of the moment. "Good morning. Thank you so much for keeping Y/N company. I know how exceptionally busy the 9th Division's editing and patrol schedules are these days. I certainly won't keep you from your pressing duties any longer."
The smile on Jūshirō’s face was beautiful, but the sheer, unyielding weight of his polite captain's authority radiated off him so heavily that Shūhei’s survival instincts instantly screamed.
"Right! Yes, sir! Absolutely! Excuse me!" He scrambled, offering a frantic bow before practically sprinting out of the courtyard.
As Shūhei fled, Jūshirō turned his warm, crinkling eyes back to you, his smile never wavering for a fraction of a second. "Shall we head inside, dear? I believe the tea should be ready."
Your shoulders slumped entirely. You felt a heavy lump form in your throat as you walked beside him. He’s just too good, too pure, for something as ugly as jealousy. You thought bitterly, completely blind to the agonizing internal restraint he was exercising.
Later that evening, Jūshirō sat across from Kyōraku in a quiet, dimly lit tavern buried deep within the Seireitei. His best friend took a slow sip of his sake, his sharp eyes tracking his oldest friend. Jūshirō hadn't touched his tea. His jaw was clamped so tight a muscle was visibly twitching in his cheek, and his large hand was wrapped around his porcelain cup with terrifying intensity.
"You've barely touched your tea, Jūshirō." He noted casually, setting his sake down. "And if you grip that porcelain any harder, the owner is going to charge us for the damage."
"I'm fine." His voice was clipped, devoid of its usual melodic warmth.
Shunsui raised an eyebrow, adjusting his straw hat. "Right. And I'm sober. Is the lung condition flaring up again?"
"No." Another terse, one-word response.
"Trouble with Central 46? Budget constraints from the Seireitei gates?" Shunsui pressed, tilting his head.
"Everything is handled, Shunsui." Jūshirō’s knuckles turned white against the ceramic.
"Ah. I see…" Shunsui murmured, a knowing gleam entering eyes. He leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. "Then it must be a matter of the heart. Did you and Y/N have a disagreement?"
"We are perfectly fine." Jūshirō countered, his tone sharp enough to cut glass.
The dark haired captain let the silence stretch for a moment, letting his mind wander back to the gossip he’d picked up earlier in the day. A lazy, wicked grin began to tug at the corner of his mouth. "Funny. I ran into Tōsen earlier this afternoon. He mentioned his lieutenant, looked like he’d seen a ghost after returning from the 13th Division courtyard today. Something happened with the 9th?"
At the mere mention of Hisagi, the tight thread of Jūshirō’s control snapped. The porcelain teacup in his hand shattered with a sharp crack, pieces of ceramic slicing into his palm as the hot liquid spilled over his knuckles. He didn't even flinch at the pain. Shunsui didn't look shocked. Having known Jūshirō for centuries, he was one of the very few souls in the Soul Society who knew exactly what lurked beneath that serene, saintly exterior. He had always known his best friend possessed a deeply possessive, intensely territorial streak when it came to people he claimed as his own. But as he looked at the shattered porcelain and the raw, bleeding frustration in Jūshirō’s eyes, Shunsui threw his head back and absolutely lost it. He laughed so hard that his shoulders shook.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me! Hisagi? You are ready to murder a lieutenant over a conversation in a courtyard?" Shunsui wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye.
"It wasn't just a conversation." Jūshirō growled, plucking a cloth from the table to slowly wipe the tea and blood from his hand, his voice dropping into a low register. "He was leaning entirely too close to her. He was breathing the same air. He was looking at her like he had a right to be there."
Shunsui stopped laughing, thoroughly fascinated by the raw possessiveness bleeding out of the usually placid man. It was the first time in hundreds of years he had ever seen his best friend struggling this hard to keep the beast chained.
"And it's not just him." Jūshirō leaned forward, his eyes boring into his friend’s. "It's anyone. It's every single unseated officer who brings her paperwork and lingers a second too long. It's every captain who steps into her personal space during a meeting. Even you. I tell myself every single day that Y/N deserves a gentleman, a partner who isn't suffocating or backward. I force myself to smile and step aside. But the truth is, I am utterly consumed by it. It takes every ounce of my strength not to pick her up, carry her back to my quarters, and lock the doors so another living soul can never even look her way again."
Shunsui let out a low whistle, a slow, deeply amused grin spreading across his face. He leaned back, adjusting his straw hat. "Incredible. I always knew you were a fiercely jealous man under all that white hair, but I have never, in all our centuries together, seen you sweating this much just to keep the mask from cracking. You’re practically vibrating, my old friend." Jūshirō only sighed in response, already hunting down with his eyes the tavern owner to apologise for the mess.
…
The next afternoon, the unresolved tension culminated in a meeting. You, Jūshirō, Shunsui, and Nanao met at a private tea house tucked away in the scenic outer rings of the Rukongai. The establishment featured a beautiful, wide wooden veranda jutting out over a rushing garden stream, surrounded by blooming cherry blossoms. The party naturally split into two distinct areas on the deck. Jūshirō and Nanao were seated at a low wooden table closer to the indoor sliding doors, deeply engrossed in a stack of logistical documents and division budget reports that Nanao had insistently brought along, captain Kyōraku never did his work and when she could she would ask your love for help, he didn’t mind helping out where he could. To give them space to work, you had walked a bit further away, standing at the far end of the long veranda. You leaned heavily against the wooden railing, staring down at the swirling water of the stream below. You swirled your cup of cold tea, letting out a heavy, defeated sigh. Shunsui saw his opening. Setting his sake cup down at the main table, he casually strolled across the deck, his sandals clicking softly until he came to a stop right beside you at the railing, tipping his straw hat up with a single finger.
"You look like you're carrying the weight of the entire Soul Society on those pretty shoulders, Y/N." Shunsui murmured, his voice low enough that it wouldn't carry over the rushing sounds of the stream back to the main table. "What's wrong?"
You didn't look up from the water. "It's nothing. You will laugh at me.”
“Try me.” He insisted with this disarming smile and you sighed before giving in.
“It's just... I tried to make Jūshirō jealous. Twice now. And he didn't even blink. He's such a gentleman, Shunsui, but... maybe he just doesn't feel as fiercely about me as I do about him. Maybe… Ugh, I know it’s stupid but I just wanted to see it once.”
Shunsui froze. He glanced over his shoulder at his friend, who was politely nodding along to something Nanao was pointing out on a budget sheet, before looking back at you, utterly baffled. A wicked, thoroughly chaotic grin slowly spread across his weathered face. "I cannot believe it." He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "He actually managed to fool you that completely? Y/N, listen to me. Jūshirō is, without a single doubt, the most intensely, dangerously jealous man I have ever known in my entire life."
You rolled your eyes, completely disbelieving him. "Right. And I'm the Head Captain."
"You don't believe me?" Shunsui’s eyes gleamed with pure, unadulterated mischief. He stepped away from the railing, moving smoothly into your space. "Okay. Watch this. But you have to promise to patch me up or at least take me to 4th Division barracks afterward..." Before you could even process his words, let alone ask what on earth he meant, Shunsui moved. He hooked a firm, heavy arm around your waist, pulling you forcefully away from the railing and close against his chest. His other hand dropped, resting entirely too low on your hip, gripping you tight. He leaned down and planted a very deliberate, lingering, loud kiss right on your cheek. You didn't even have time to gasp. The distance between the two ends of the veranda just disappeared. It was like the entire atmosphere shattered. There was no audible sound of a shunpo step. There was only an instantaneous, violent blur of snow-white hair crossing the deck and a sudden, suffocating pressure that drove the oxygen right out of your lungs. In a fraction of a second, Jūshirō closed the gap. His face was entirely unrecognizable. Gone was the gentle, smiling captain, replaced by a cold, lethal fury. His large hand clamped onto Shunsui’s collar with a vice-like grip while his other hand seized his forearm. Pivoting with terrifying, silent violence, Jūshirō leveraged his entire frame and effortlessly hoisted his oldest friend completely over his shoulder, throwing him with a powerful force that launched him into the air. The 8th captain went flying across the veranda, crashing straight through a low wooden decorative table that sat between the two areas. Wood splintered into pieces, tea cups shattered into ceramic dust, and Shunsui landed hard against the far wall of the tea house, clutching his bruised ribs. But despite the pain, he was cackling. He looked up from the debris, a massive, bloody smirk on his face. "Told... told you so." he wheezed out.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Kyōraku?" Jūshirō’s voice wasn't loud. It was low, dark, and carried a lethal promise that made every single hair on the back of your neck stand straight up. He hadn't drawn Sōgyo no Kotowari, but his hand was resting heavily on the hilt.
Nanao stood up by the documents, her jaw dropped, completely stunned into silence. You were in absolute shock, staring across the distance of the deck. Your lover’s eyes were practically glowing, his gaze locked onto Shunsui like a predator waiting to tear its prey apart. Realizing that a captain-level bloodbath was about to occur in a public tea house, you scrambled over the splinters, grabbing his rigid wrist. "Jūshirō! Stop! Please, let's just go!" The touch of your hand snapped a fraction of his control back. He didn't look at Shunsui again. He grabbed your hand, his grip tight enough to border on bruising, and dragged you out of the ruined shop and back toward the 13th Division barracks at a grueling, breathless pace.
The moment the heavy wooden doors to his private quarters slammed shut, the heavy silence of the room crashed over you like a physical wave. He stood perfectly still, his back turned entirely to you, his broad shoulders rigid beneath his haori. He didn't move. He didn't speak. The silence stretched between you, thick, icy, and completely suffocating. Your heart dropped directly into your stomach, a cold dread twisting inside your chest. Looking at his unmoving frame, a sudden, overwhelming wave of panic hit you. I blew it. You thought frantically, your vision already swimming with tears. My childish, immature stupidity just completely destroyed our entire relationship. The anxiety cracked inside you, and before you could stop yourself, you started rambling, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a desperate, panicked rush.
"Jūshirō, I am so, so sorry! That was so dumb of me!" Your voice cracking as you took a frantic step toward him. "It was a completely stupid, childish setup! I wanted to see you jealous and made Shūhei do it the other day, and Shunsui only did all of that on the veranda because... because I didn't believe him! He told me that you were the most jealous man in the entire Gotei 13, and I didn't believe a single word of it because you are always so perfect, so noble, such a gentleman to everyone! To me. I just wanted to see you jealous. I wanted to know and now I ruined everything and destroyed our relationship and God, I’m so childish, and I'm so sorr…"
Mid-sentence, Jūshirō turned. He didn't let you finish. In two swift, terrifyingly powerful strides, he closed the distance between you. Before you could even draw a breath to continue your apology, his large hands came up, forcefully slamming into the wood of the door on either side of your head, caging you completely against the solid surface. He silenced you instantly by crushing his mouth against yours. Your eyes widened in sheer shock. This was a kiss you had never experienced from him before. There was absolutely no gentlemanly hesitation, no soft, reverent slowness. It was a searingly hot, deeply demanding, and utterly possessive assault. His tongue parted your lips with hunger, claiming your mouth completely and drinking in your startled gasps. He pulled back by a mere fraction of an inch, his chest heaving violently, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. His green eyes burned down into yours with a raw intensity that made your knees instantly weaken.
"I wanted to rip Hisagi to shreds." Jūshirō admitted rawly, his voice a low, terrifyingly dark tone that vibrated straight through your chest. "Seeing him stand that close to you... hearing him talk to you like that... I wanted to completely dismantle him."
Your breath caught in your throat, your heart hammering frantically as you stammered out, "J-Jūshirō, he is just a frien…"
"Friends are problems for me as well." Jūshirō interrupted seamlessly, his hand sliding roughly from the door to cup your jawline, his thumb digging firmly into your chin to tilt your face up. "That is how possessive I actually am of you. Anyone who shares a moment with you, anyone who gets a piece of your attention... it tears at me. That is why I have to keep it all locked in." Before you could even process the shifting gravity, his large hands slid down the length of your back, moving beneath the fabric of your robes until they wrapped completely around the plush, bare curves of your ass. His fingers dug firmly into your skin, anchoring you with an absolute, unyielding grip. With a sudden, effortless lift he hoisted you up, lifting you completely off the ground. Your legs instinctively wrapped tightly around his waist to stay aloft as he pinned you securely against the door, his hands squeezing the flesh of your ass to bear your weight without a hint of strain. The movement pulled your hips flush against his, and your breath hitched sharply as you felt the unmistakable, thick, solid length of his arousal pressing hard and rigid against your sensitive core through the layers of your clothing. "Do you have any idea..." Jūshirō whispered. "How agonizing it is to control myself around you every single day? To act the proper, patient gentleman while I am internally losing my absolute mind? I am burning alive."
You were trembling, your core aching with a sudden, heavy warmth. You looked up into his fierce gaze, your voice small and breathless as reality tried to break through the fog of your arousal and his assault on your exposed skin. "J-Jūshirō... shouldn't we go back to the veranda? Nanao and Kyōraku... they are still waiting for us..."
His grip on your ass tightened instantly, his fingers digging in deeper, driving your hips directly against his rigid heat. "Don't mention another man's name right now." He commanded, his voice dropping into a possessive register that sent a delicious shiver straight down your spine. "Nanao will help him up and I will take care of our spat tomorrow. Tonight, we focus on us."
You looked down at him, your voice shaking as you cupped his cheek. "What about your illness? Shouldn't we take it easy? I don't want you to strain your lungs..."
Jūshirō looked up at you, his gaze burning with a lifetime of pent-up devotion and raw, untamed passion. A dark, breathtaking smile tugged at his lips. "I don't mind losing my breath entirely." He murmured, his hands firmly lifting your weight higher. "If it means you finally know exactly how you make me feel. Exactly what you do to me." He didn't wait for another word. With desperation that completely contradicted his usual elegance, his hands tore at the remaining fabric of your robes, parting the cloth until your skin was bare to the cool air of the room. His own captain's haori and shihakushō were cast aside onto the tatami mats, leaving his lean, powerful body exposed to your gaze.
His hands remained locked under the bare curves of your ass, squeezing firmly, lifting you so effortlessly that your weight felt like nothing to him against the solid wood of the door. The contrast between the cool air of the room hitting your bare skin and the blistering, radiating heat of his chest pressing flush against you made your head spin. You felt completely consumed, dizzy with an overwhelming wave of vulnerability and intense arousal. Under his dark, unblinking gaze, the sheer weight of his undivided attention made your chest heave. Jūshirō let out a ragged, low sound at the sight of you, his usual reservation completely incinerated. He dipped his head, his long white hair falling around your chest like a silken curtain, and buried his face in the soft contour of your breast. When his hot, wet tongue swiped flat across one aching peak, a loud, high-pitched whimper tore from your throat, your hips helplessly jerking forward against his waist. The sound of your voice drove him wild. He let out a deep growl against your skin and opened his mouth, drawing the entire hardened nipple past his lips, sucking with a fierce, heavy intensity that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight down between your thighs. Your back arched off the door, your fingers digging so hard into his shoulders that your nails threatened to tear his skin. Every time you let out a broken, breathless sob, Jūshirō reacted instantly, his mouth clamping down tighter, his tongue swirling roughly around the sensitive peak, pulling and teasing it until you were weeping from the sheer sensory overload. He loved the sounds you made. You could feel the vibration of his low chuckles against your ribs whenever a particularly loud moan escaped you. Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away, leaving the wet, swollen nipple exposed to the ambient chill of his quarters. The abrupt cold made you shiver, your breath hitching as it hardened even further. But before you could protest, Jūshirō leaned back in close. He didn't touch you with his lips; instead, he blew a slow, agonizingly hot breath directly onto the damp, hypersensitive flesh, immediately following it with a sharp, cool puff of air. The intense contrast made your entire body violently shudder. A desperate, fractured cry broke from your lips, your head tossing back against the wood as your core throbbed with an unbearable, dripping ache.
"Jūshirō...Jūshirō, please." You pleaded, completely unraveled, your legs clamping around his hips as you writhed in his iron grip. "Please... touch me... touch me.. I can't, Jūshirō, please!"
He stared up at you, a fierce, deeply satisfied smirk tugged at his lips at the sight of your desperation. "Yes, exactly…" Jūshirō murmured over your damp skin. He leaned back down, his hot breath brushing the very peak he had just tormented. "That's right... that's a good reaction. Let me hear you moan my name like that." He let you beg for a fraction of a second longer, clearly intoxicating himself with his total dominance over you, before his hand finally slid down from your ass, his fingers diving into the slick, overflowing warmth of your pussy to test your readiness. He groaned. Guided by an urge, he aligned his rigid, throbbing dick with your opening. With a quick, unyielding, and heavy thrust, he bared his weight and buried his entire length deep inside you. The sensation was overwhelming. Your breath hitched completely, a ragged gasp tearing from your throat as your fingers dug hard into the muscles of his back, your nails scratching his skin. He filled you entirely, stretching you with a rough, heavy fullness that made your vision blur. He kept his hands securely anchored on your ass, lifting and tilting your hips effortlessly against the door as he began to move, his hips driving into yours with a deep, rhythmic, and commanding friction. “I love you." Jūshirō gasped out against your neck, his voice breaking with a raw, breathless intensity as he drove deep into you. He pulled back only to thrust right back in, deeper than before. "God, Y/N, I love you so much. You're mine. Only mine." Hearing his desperate, fierce confession during the act completely shattered whatever sanity you had left. Every deep push of his dick into your dripping cunt accompanied another raw murmur of your name and a ragged "I love you," making the act feel overwhelmingly sacred despite the rough, territorial pace.
"Jūshirō… mmmm…. Jūshirō!" you cried out, your head tossing back against the wood as the intense waves of pleasure began to ripple violently through your body. The friction of his bare skin against yours, the heavy pressure of his large hands squeezing your ass, and the sheer power of his movements drove you over the edge. Hearing his name on your lips, and your pussy clamping around him completely broke him. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper, snapping the last of his control. His entire body shuddered violently as he came deep inside you.
…
When the storm finally subsided, Jūshirō refused to break the physical connection between you. He didn't want you leaving his sight even for a single second. Keeping his arms securely wrapped around you, he carried you effortlessly from the door straight over to the heavy futon, lowering both of you onto the soft blankets together. For the entire night, he held you in a fiercely protective, unyielding embrace. His large frame cocooned yours completely, his arms and legs tangling with your own as he pinned you securely against his chest, his face buried deep in the scent of your hair. Every time you made even the slightest movement in your sleep, his grip would instantly tighten, until he was certain you weren't pulling away.
The next morning, bright sunlight filtered through the paper shoji screens, illuminating the quiet room. You blinked awake, feeling the warm, comforting weight of his body draped entirely over yours. Smiling softly, you carefully tried to slip out from under his arm, intending to quietly get up, gather your discarded robes, and begin the day's duties.
You didn't even manage to move an inch.
Jūshirō didn't budge. Instead, his grip locked around your waist like iron bands, pulling you back down into the blankets and shifting his heavy frame until he was completely pinning you beneath him. He buried his face deep into the sensitive crook of your neck, his voice incredibly sleepy but layered with a heavy, undeniable finality.
"Mm... no." Jūshirō muttered against your skin, his breath warm and tickling your collarbone. "You're never leaving this room again."
You let out a soft, breathless laugh, reaching up to gently run your fingers through his long, tangled silver hair. "Jūshirō, come on. We both have duties. The division will be looking for us."
He didn't answer with words. He merely tightened his hold, trapping your legs with his own, rendering you entirely immobile beneath his warmth. You laughed again, trying to play it off as a joke, but as you laid there trapped beneath his massive, powerful frame, remembering the shattered porcelain, the splintered veranda table, and the raw, terrifyingly white wolf that had taken you against the door last night, a tiny, shivering part of you wasn't entirely sure if he was joking.
