from the kink list thing... body worship & pussydrunk w kisuke urahara😳🤍
Body worship with a pussy drunk Kisuke Urahara! NSFW Below!
He loves all of you, and in these private, intimate moments, he gets to show you exactly how much he adores every last inch of you.
His hands never stop roaming your body, and no matter how much you protest his desire for a part of you that you hate, he always finds a reason he admires it.
"You're perfect, all of you."
His tone is sweet, carrying nothing but sincerity as he eyes your body, lingering more on areas you may consider problematic, but he finds them endearing.
His lips trail every last curve and mark, every blemish or scar you call ugly. Kisuke finds the beauty in your so-called imperfections.
"There's nothing about you that isn't gorgeous."
You squirm and whimper as calloused fingers travel the expanse of your body, slowly, deliberately, as if committing you to memory; he pays extra attention to the sensitive parts you try so hard to hide, but he uncovers every self-perceived flaw and turns it into a reason he loves you.
"So beautiful~"
The words are murmured as he dips between your thighs, kissing every last inch of your skin, warm breath ghosting over your eager, soaking pussy, another sensitive place you always felt insecure about; were you too hairy? Maybe you smelled weird, or what if he doesn't like how you taste?
Those thoughts vanish the moment he sets to work devouring you with the hunger of a starved man; it's been too long since he's tasted you, felt you, and he was going to make up for it tonight.
Wave after wave of pleasure cascades over you as he laps at you like he's never going to eat again, your hands fist in his hair, and tears prick your eyes from overstimulation. Still, your hips grind against his face as he takes you through another body-shaking orgasm, then he pulls away and greets your flushed, flustered face with a satisfied grin.
"So good~ What a sweet little treat you are~"
He purrs directly in your ear and you can't help the whine that escapes you when his breath tickles the sensitive skin on your neck, his lips crash into yours and you can taste yourself on his tongue when he slips into your mouth and you wince at the flavor that lingers; maybe you're your own acquired taste but Kisuke drinks it down like a fine wine.
From here, he takes his time with you, easing into your drenched cunt while it's still clenching around nothing as a side effect of your last climax you've yet to fully recover from. It's a familiar stretch that grew more bearable the more you two were together, and this time, a heated groan escapes his lips when he finally enters you to the hilt.
"Ooo fuck, baby, feel so good when you squeeze me like that~"
His whimpers and moans fill your ears as he moves, slow and steady at first, relishing in the warmth your walls surround him with as you clench tightly around him. He thrusts like he's savoring you, pulling out and pushing back in as deep as he can reach while your legs wrap around his waist.
"Looks like I'm not the only one who missed this~"
His words are carried through euphoric laughter as he lavishes your neck in hungry kisses, moans of relief fall from his lips and yours as you both rock your hips at a matching pace. You two move in tandem with each other; you chase him as if he's never coming back, and he follows you as if he never wants to leave.
"So good, so, so, so good~ Want you all night, pretty baby."
You moan approvingly in response, babbling words of praise as he rocks into that sweet spot deep inside you that makes your eyes roll into your head, and your brain go numb, your nails dig in and scratch down his back, which makes him hiss and laugh as he picks you up into his lap. The angle change makes you cry out as he sinks in even deeper than you thought possible.
Kisuke fucks you all night, slow, deliberate, savoring you as if getting high off how tight you are around him. He carries you through multiple orgasms, squirting all over him and coating him in your slick. You're nothing but a teary-eyed mess, muttering incoherently about how good he feels as his thrusts become more erratic and rough.
"S'close, taking me so well, sweet thing, came so much for me~"
He pounds into you relentlessly, never once letting you come down from the high he's had you on for hours now, your thighs shake and your body trembles, you're exhausted and now he's chasing his own end with you limp and hoarse voiced as your cries of pleasure filled the room to combine with the obscene noises of wet flesh slapping into each other, his thrusts conducting a symphony of licentiousness.
"One more, beautiful, g-gonna take you with me~"
You nod mindlessly. At this point, he's fucked you dumb; you can barely remember to breathe because your head is filled with nothing but the feeling of ecstasy, you've clawed his back so much it looks like he was attacked by a hollow. He'll wear the marks with pride, though, like a gift from you to him. His hips eventually still, and then you feel full as he unloads everything he's pent up since the last time you were in his bed.
You two remain connected as you both catch your breath, and he's smiling the biggest, dopiest grin you've ever seen. He smothers you in kisses as he eases out of your spent cunt, and you feel your combined release flood out of you. Kisuke pulls you into his arms and soothes your twitching body with a caress of your back. Once you two have come down, he carefully carries you into the bathroom, where he helps you clean up.
"My pretty baby, did so well for me, so beautiful, love you so much.~"
"Love you too~" Your words are mumbled through sleepiness as he carries you back to bed and pulls you into his arms, tucked safely against his chest. The sun barely peeks through the window as dawn approaches, but you two lie down and sleep as if night never ended.
cn: pre-established relationship, smut, overstimulation, edging, toys, light dom/ sub, kisuke is a little freak, 2k words
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You watched Kisuke with his terrible fascination as he ran his hands over the next toy, humming a casual sound as if he were preparing breakfast first thing in the morning.
Sometimes you have moments when you look at him and can't figure out who he really is, what he thinks, or what exactly his morals are anymore.
Face painted with tears, your body trembling on the table more comfortable than you expected, tied to extremities that have tired your muscles in the last few hours, you decided you couldn't take it anymore.
"Kisuke..."
"Hm?" Kisuke looked over his shoulder, blinking more often as if it was the first time he saw you. This asshole.
In his hand he was playing with some kegel balls, but seeing your anxious eyes, far from that delicious fear that blurs the limit of pleasure, Kisuke put the toy down, coming towards you with that wicked twitch of the mouth on his face.
"I can't."
Kisuke’s touch was fragile on your cheek, gently running his fingers across your body until they stopped between your legs on your thigh — admiring the uncricked vibration on your swollen clit from the stimulator that made the towel underneath you soaked with orgasms.
"Aw, you really can't anymore? But that's what you said every time, sweetheart. Should I trust that?”
You could feel your brains squeezing, your eyes rolling over as you moaned with the last of your strength as the vibration grew harder as the same time Kisuke began to touch every part of your skin softly
He squeeze your bite-filled breasts until he took your cheeks between his fingers to look at him, nodding approvingly as he observed your obscene, lustful face.
"Mhm, like this. You can give me this.”
“I-I hate you—“
He pout at your bitter words, untying you in the process. Not to let you go, but because he knew you are too weak to do anything else than what he want you to.
He lifted you up slightly, his hands supporting your body until you managed to get down on your knees on the table. With his head over your shoulder, whispering in your ear.
"Really? But I only listen to what you told me..."
Your voice was irritated, acusing.
"I just suggested to spice thing up a little, I wouldn't have thought you're such a freak..."
He hummed, making you gasp as his tongue licked your earlobe, sucking it gently at the same time his hands traveled on your body, heating it under his touch until it reached where your pussy start pulsing again.
"I just wanted to get to know your body better..." He pushed one finger in, pumping it slowly. "Let's see what limits you have." You whimper when his teeth grazed your earlobe, soothing with his tongue after. "How much can my beautiful woman take..." The second finger was much needed as you are already stretched out for more. "How much she can’t.."
His lover bites start feeling on your neck too, hands over his shoulder, grabbing for support as you moaned out a "F-fuck!" — starting to grind on the air, chasing more of his fingers.
Kisuke smiled, coming to rest his temple on yours as he praised you. "
“See? You still can take it, [Name]. My experiments are really insufficient…”
Kisuke's mouth parted as he looked down at you when your body convulsed, your head thrown back where he put his hand on the back of your neck to support you.
His dick leaked on his short so much the front of his pants could be proof on it, little by little he feel himself even cumming for just overstimulating you.
“Please, baby—Please!"
Your begging, half open eyes surprised Kisuke, after all he is used for you being a little aggresive in general with his usual shenanigans.
"Oh? Tell me, sweetheart."
His thankfullness was accompanied by the thrust of his fingers turning rougher, making your mind break, already on edge. But it's not enough, it's not enough.
"Please, fuck me. Need to feel you—"
Kisuke actually groaned at that, feeling himself twitch at the desperation in your voice. Your hands raised on his chest, sensually touching him up to the top of the weistband and instantly cupping him, feeling his hardness against your palm.
"Don't you want to? Don't you want to feel me? To be inside me?”
His chuckle was hoarse, the fingers in your pussy flattering in rythm as you touched him more through the clothes.
"Such a brave pretty woman. Ask for what she wants."
Rushing to touch more, to feel more of him, the unseal of his pants was rushed. You want him closer, with one hand now behind his head, his parted mouth reflected yours.
“Tell me, Kisuke…”
His moans urged you to continue, yet he stopped you with a soft chuckle, putting a hand over yours. Kisuke watched how your cheeks flush as he took his fingers out of your swollen cunt, liquid dripped on them.
“Open, love.”
You swirl your tongue over his fingers obscenely, sucking them off, and by the look in your eyes, Kisuke will no longer have the upper hand for too much time. It was always like this — torturing you with how much he wants until you can’t take it anymore and make him fuck you.
Mouth open, tongue out, he dragged his fingers slowly after your sloppy sucking until his hand rested on your throat. Kisuke brushed his lips over yours, licking them teasingly before lowering his head to let wet kisses on your neck, the other hand cupping and squeezing your tit, dragging the nubs sweet enough to pinch.
“Is my [Name] that desperate for me to have her, hmm? Does she always have her way of convincing her researcher that I should stop studying my favorite student?”
You only murmured an “Mhmm” trying to convince him by chasing his lips, yet this fucker stopped you by tightening the grip on your throat.
His smile could be felt against your ear, but he finally took mercy on you, leaning your kneeled body on the table over his shoulder like a doll. Not like you have energy to put in your wobbly legs to walk. One arm over your legs, hands on your ass, the other securely on the wrist.
Only in moments like this, when he drops you down on the bed and towers over you, Kisuke will reveal his love in his gaze, and you will do the same. After all, he cares about his women.
And every chance you give him to worship your body, he catches it. Especially when you became this sensitive to his touch.
Moaning at every inch of the skin cursed by his fingers, at every kiss he lets from the top to the bottom, until he’s resting between your quivering legs. Parting your folds so all that sweet arousal can pool out.
“So pretty.”
Clutching his hair when he starts kissing your clit, playing with a little only to suck it gently, making you once again beg.
“No, no—Fuck, stop, baby. I want your dick, Kisuke. Need your dick so much…”
He groaned, feeling himself leak more at your pleading voice once again. purposefullyKisuke fondled and hugged every curve of your body purposeful, from your waist down to your thighs. He kissed your pussy one more time, tormenting you a little more before lifting your legs, giving love bites here and there.
Honestly, he’s a man of honor, prioritizing your pleasure. Yet, he can reason without a necessary formula that he wouldn’t resist too much. Hell, he hopes he will not feel himself coming just by entering your tight walls — even without all the preparation beforehand.
Your rib cage heaved rapidly to get more air, gasping as you gazed into your lover’s emerald eyes, your longing evident as he grew impatient.
Lifting your thigh, Kisuke gripped his cock, dragging it to mix his pre-cum with your arousal, still teasing it. As you raise your hips, trying to get closer, he chuckled.
“Needy, aren’t we? Shall I be a good man and take care of it for you?”
Already out of breath, your words were cut off.
“Kisuke, I swear to—“
He pressed into your tight ring of muscles, as expected, he almost came from the fucking tip, slipping a little deeper as the stretch start burning, making you moan instantly.
But Kisuke was just as affected, leaning over you.
“Mhmm—Relax for me a little, sweetheart.”
His hair brushed your cheek as he exhaled heavily in your ear, whispering your name. Sinking his cock deeper, filling your pussy so full of him, inch by inch, each thrust makes you cling to his shoulder, making you gasp as he shoves in all the way.
He kissed your tear away, coaxing you to want him more, to enjoy him more.
“I know you’re capable, sweetheart. Such a devoted student for me. Mhm, like that, [Name].”
Your eyes roll back in your fucking skull now, lost in him, lost completely. So deeply unraveled under him, you wouldn’t remember your own name if he didn’t say it as his dick is stretching your slick, needy heat beyond it means.
“Yes, baby—Please, more, I missed your dick so fucking much—“ Kisuke filled you to the hilt at that, stretching you out so good you forget to breathe. “Fuck!”
He bite your earlobe, soothing it with his tongue, barely speaking between short breaths and deep thrust.
“Such a dirty mouth for a sweet woman like you.”
You can’t take it, his words urging you when he shoves his cock so deep, the tip bruising your cervix, making you scream as his groans fills the room, his hand raising your knee, pushing in ito your chest, just enough pressure to make your orgasm blinding, white hot. Yet, not until his fingers circle around your clit, making your eyes roll from the intense pleasure.
Kisuke swallowed your screams, kissing you eagerly as one hand slipping to his hair, the other over his shoulder while he’s got his heavy weight over you.
He hissed when your orgasm make your walls squeeze around it, locking your legs and make him almost impossible to don’t cum inside.
You’re barely able to cling to the earth, so much pleasure rushing through your body, you feel every vein and ridge of that huge cock as it fucks into you.
Kisuke slams into you again one more time, head falling back, giving you a view of his throat before he eyes you once more, shaking his head and slamming his cock harder.
He watches you shatter under him, so beautiful he can’t imagine its possible to feel like that from other woman. Just you, his wife.
His brows drawn together, that sweat making his skin glisten, his mouth open. Kisuke stops himself until is not too late, cursing and holding his slick cock at the base while you’re spasming around him, back arching from the overstimulation.
He pulled out finally, stroking himself as you catch your breath, warching him spurt white ropes all over your belly and below.
You cupped both of his cheeks when he rests his head on yours, breathing heavily the same as his. His eyes are wide open, hypnotized by yours.
“I love you, Kisuke.”
His usual twitch of his mouth formed, realizing your so cock drunk, you couldn’t control your words. He believes you, he is not a man that could be fooled. It was a concept hard to interpet at first when he meet you, hard to admit to himself that he finally have a grasp of what love means, but if he does know, it’s clearly for you.
“I love you too, dear.”
Like usually, both of you couldn’t stay this serious for too long. A small slap imprinted on his shoulder, making him had a playful sound escape his lips. “Ou!”
His smirk widened when your irritated furrow of your eyebrows appeared.
“Now get off me! You’re fucking heavy.”
Kisuke let out a soft chuckle, standing up and letting his eyes wander over your romantically painted body, even obscenely beneath him, before pulling you up by the hands to help you too, taking you in his arms in the middle of the bed and patting your back, his head on your shoulder as you respond weakly to his hug.
“Aww, is my wife too tired to move? I’m so sorry…What can this old man do to ease her stress? Maybe another round?”
You turned your head sharply, hissing.
“Don’t you dare!”
His laugh send a vibration next to your ear as he grapp your thights, raising both of you from the bed and going straight to the bathroom.
“Okay, okay! Don’t worry, your word is my command, majesty.”
You roll your eyes, yet you gripped his body tighter, leaning your own head over his chest and letting him care of you. Trusting him was hard at the beginning since his ambigues demanour drived you mad before, now you can only feel the calmess of your mind and body in moments like that.
just a silly little entry to @madamechrissy's jjk crossover event!
brief nsfw at the end // mdni // wc: 1.1k
It all started with a bouquet of flowers.
Well, that's not entirely true. It started from the very first time Satoru Gojo entered your husband's shop, searching for the eccentric liaison between the human sorcerers and the Shinigami of The Soul Society.
You and Kisuke decided to remain in The World of The Living after his name was cleared: Kisuke, because he wanted to continue his work freed from the iron thumb of the Central 46, and you, because you wanted Kisuke.
Life was peaceful … and fun, because Kisuke always knew how to draw the prettiest smile from your face, and took you on adventures, and came up with wacky (or, sometimes, downright dangerous) experiments that you'd dutifully help him execute.
But in those days where he lost himself in research … neglected everything — including himself — life could also get lonely.
Satoru reminded you of Kisuke when you were both young. Too smart that it sometimes made him stupid, a chatterbox through-and-through … sweet. Attentive. Always doing something ridiculous to impress you, transparent with his flirtatious remarks … lingered long after his purchase of sweets to help you clean or stock shelves.
You didn't mention you were married. You assumed he knew … but maybe he didn't. Because one day, he arrived with a big bouquet of roses and the prettiest puppy-dog eyes.
"Carnival's in town," he revealed, "lemme take ya."
Kisuke had been holed up in his study for two days. He hadn't touched you in far longer than that, mind too occupied by a new gigai design, with no room for intimacy or affection. He was a blur of manic ideas and drawings … and you were temporarily demoted from to 'wife' to 'personal assistant', forcing him to eat and interacting with visitors from both The Soul Society and the local faction of sorcerers on his behalf.
So maybe Satoru didn't know you were married … and if he did, he clearly didn't care. And it's not like you were agreeing to go fuck him in some love motel! It was a date to a carnival: incredibly innocent.
Did his body slot behind yours as he helped you aim a water gun at a target, chest pressing into your back?
Yes.
Did he proceed to gift you a corny teddy bear holding a heart — a prize for hitting said target with his assistance?
Yes.
Did he bring you onto the Ferris wheel and kiss you when you reached the top?
Shamefully … yes. He did. And you let him.
He kissed you again near the skee-ball stand, mouth sweet, lips stained blue from the popsicle you shared. And tongues were introduced behind the tilt-a-whirl.
Satoru came around a lot more often after that. He'd bring you little gifts … linger … help customers, because he was so familiar with the store, now, that he knew it like the back of his hand.
He dared to steal a kiss in the store room: and you let him. You let his hands roam for twenty minutes, lips swollen and clothing askew when you stumbled back into the light.
At time progressed, he grew bolder. More impatient. He'd slide behind the counter and grab your waist, nipping at your neck. His fingers would stuff themselves into your dripping cunt when the store was empty: you, a willing participant in these games.
You didn't think Kisuke noticed … but he did. The second he saw Satoru Gojo's eyes land on you for the first time, he knew the man would be trouble.
On some days, he heard your giggles when he'd leave his study to grab some food or tea, drawn out by the younger man's antics. On others, the store would be dead silent, and Kisuke knew you were out on a date with your new lover. Once or twice, he picked up on your moans through the thin walls. So audacious, so unlike you … and so, incredibly sexy.
If Kisuke were a smart(er) man, he would have intervened the very first time you blushed at one of Satoru's flirty provocations. But an unexpected excitement at the thought of seeing you with another man stirred something deep inside of him … and he quickly grew addicted to the thought of catching you in the act. So, Kisuke did what every husband should not: he neglected you. He busied himself day-and-night just to push you into another's arms. He'd finished his research on his new model of gigai a few weeks ago, but he busied himself with miscellaneous projects, like learning how to knit, as he allowed your new relationship to bloom.
He could tell Satoru was growing tired of the teasing; your moral dilemma of cheating was prohibiting you from taking the next step with the sorcerer, much to everyone's chagrin. But, all hope was not lost, because in a lust-induced ploy, Kisuke decided to commit the greatest sin of all:
He forgot your anniversary.
Intentionally.
In reality, he had an over-the-top date planned for that evening, complete with a quartet singing songs about regret and second chances. But before night hit, he played a bumbling fool, and you'd had enough.
You and Satoru were fucking like starved animals in the store room: your back arched, knees on the cold floor as Satoru gripped your hips from behind and slid his long cock into your sticky, dripping folds. Subtlety was not in his nature as he praised you and landed a mean ole' smack onto the bouncing flesh of your ass, drawing filthy moans from you as he curved into you perfectly with each stroke, filling you to the brim.
He wasn't Kisuke. You didn't feel the same connection … your body wasn't on fire, you weren't lovedrunk and babbling nonsense…but it was attention, and it was enough.
Kisuke could hear everything perfectly, and he could see it, too, because he installed a modified security camera in the store room earlier that day. It had a nifty zoom ability, and he wondered if Satoru had picked up on it, or if he really did know you were a taken woman, because he had you angled in just the right position so that Kisuke could get the perfect view of where your bodies collided.
Kisuke's hand was wrapped firmly around his cock, lip curled beneath his tongue in concentration as he slid his hand along his shaft in the same rhythm that Satoru fucked you. An activity that usually required lotion was now self-lubricating, the volume of precum leaking from his sensitive tip more than enough to override any friction that could hinder pleasure.
He timed his release with your own, spilling messily into his hand as you whined another man's name.
Kisuke had a lot of apologizing to do that night, as did you. He'd end your affair the same way it started: with a big bouquet of roses … and maybe some tears for extra measure.
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CWs: fluff with some smut. Oral sex f! Receiving, some light teasing
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Kisuke smiled to himself when he woke to see you still fast asleep beside him. The blanket had slid completely from his body only to be taken by you(this was a nightly occurrence). Your face could barely be seen through the sea of bedsheets but what he could see was peaceful and gorgeous.
The mattress dipped under his weight subtly when he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
He forced himself out of bed, determined to make you breakfast in bed. It was your birthday after all, he had to make it special. If it were up to him, every day would be special but you made it very clear that you didn't want that. So what if he went all out? His love for you was intense and he enjoyed pampering you.
Kisuke disappeared out of the room and left you sleeping alone.
When you opened your eyes you noticed the bed beside you was still warm but it was empty. The only evidence of your excitable boyfriend was the distant scent of eggs and bacon wafting from the kitchen.
A couple minutes passed and Kisuke appeared in the doorway to your shared room. He wore nothing but a cooking apron and a chef's hat(where did he even get those? Honestly, you knew better than to ask questions at this point.) and he held a tray of food in his hands. Atop the tray was a bit of all your favourite breakfast foods and a tall glass of orange juice.
"happy birthday my sweet!" He exclaimed before closing the gap between the two of you.
Sitting up and allowing the blanket to fall over your body, you couldn't help being drawn to the small tuft of chest hair he had been sporting recently.
"My eyes are up here." He teased before passing you the tray of food.
"Thank you, baby. I can't help but notice you're naked under that little apron." You murmured and Kisuke clicked his tongue three times before shaking his head.
"don't sexualize me, just eat your breakfast, please?" Kisuke responded with a sly grin on his face.
Sitting the tray on your lap, you began eating your breakfast. Kisuke watched you intently, it was as if his life rode on the fact that you had to love his food.
Once you finished your food, Kisuke collected your empty dishes and walked back out of the room. You giggled at the sight of his bare ass cheeks when he walked away from you.
When he returned once more(still wearing nothing but that same apron) he sat beside you on the bed and kissed you softly on the cheek.
"What did you want to do today?" He asked
"can we just spend the day in bed together? Maybe watch a movie or two?" You asked sheepishly and Kisuke nodded.
"Of course, sweetheart! Whatever you want you get, it's your birthday." Kisuke said with a wink that made your stomach do backflips.
The two of you laid back against the headboard of the bed, his arm wrapped around your shoulders while he scooped up the remote for your tv that hung on the wall.
You leaned closer into his chest and felt the gentle rise of his chest. He thumb worked over the remote while the two of you mindlessly discussed what you would watch.
"Can we rewatch jjk0?" You asked shamelessly, you'd probably seen that damn movie 6 times in the last month but Kisuke nodded.
"Of course we can!" He exclaimed and as he uses the tv remote to type in the title a huge smile appeared on your face. You appreciated how patient he was with you and your hobbies. He was happy as long as he was around you and you were happy when you could share your favorite things with him.
The movie ticked while Kisuke ran his hands up and down the side of your body. His presence was so warm and welcoming, you were forever grateful you walked into that candy store all those years ago.
Kisuke sat up and gently moved your head to the pillow, wordlessly he lifted the bedsheets up and began disappearing under the blankets.
"Babe? What are you doing?" You asked but the way you rubbed your thighs together told him you knew exactly what he was planning.
"Keep watching the movie, angel." His voice came out muffled and when he hooked a single finger in the waistband of your pants he chuckled at the way your body twitched in response. He began sliding your pants down and instinctively, you lifted your hips for him to yank them down the rest of the way. Your eyes remained focused on the movie but your mind was elsewhere. Your attention was focused on how warm he felt so close to your core but still covered by the thin layer of cotton panties. Kisuke hummed to himself while he kissed your inner thigh so softly you almost questioned whether or not he was actually there or not. Your walls clenched around nothing in anticipation as he began kissing lower and lower, leaving wet marks on your inner thighs as he continued his lazy descent.
Your panties were soaked by this point, a large dark patch in the centre of the grey material. Kisuke wasn't done teasing you yet, he nudged his nose up against the growing wet spot in your panties. A gasp left your lips and a chuckle left his.
Kisuke pressed his lips to your throbbing clit from the outside of your panties.
"Mmph!" You whined when he sucked on your clothed clit.
"Kisuke! Stop teasing, please, it's not fair." You pleaded and a cruel laugh left your boyfriend's lips.
"Sorry, my dear...You're just too cute not to tease a little." His voice came out as a growl when he spoke and it made your clit flutter. Kisuke hooked his finger into the waistband of your panties and slowly slid them down. Just like before, you lifted your hips and he removed them with ease.
Your legs parted on instinct and his warm breath fanned over your aching pussy.
"There we go...Happy birthday again, sweetheart." Kisuke cooed before swiping his tongue along your slit. A whimper left your lips as you continued to try and focus on the movie.
All that focus went out the window when he attached his tongue to your clit and sucked intently.
"Ah!" You groaned and arched your back at the intensity.
A single one of his long fingers slid its way through your walls with ease and curled in just the right spot.
"Oh, god." You moaned softly and Kisuke swapped between sucking your clit and licking it. He knew your body better than you did at this point so he knew exactly what you liked and he had your pussy mapped out completely. He knew exactly where to find your g-spot.
Kisuke rolled his tongue over the top of your hardened clit, his breath becoming ragged and uneven.
A second finger found your syrupy cunt, sliding in to meet the other one and a gutteral moan left your lips at the gentle stretch.
His tongue found a relentless pace that matched the speed of his fingers inside of you. You were all moans, whimpers and gasps at that point and Kisuke loved it. He loved how he could make you lose yourself to his mouth and fingers, every time. Your arousal leaked from your clenching pussy and pooled on the sheets beneath you.
A familiar warmth began building and building inside you and your moans became desperate. Kisuke knew you were close by the way you were squeezing him and when your back arched off the bed he knew he was right.
"Right there!" You pleaded and when your pussy pulsed around his fingers you couldn't hold back your cries. Your legs twitched around his face and without warning, they clamped around him. A startled groan left his throat while he rode out your orgasm. Your cunt gushed and leaked down his chin but he didn't mind, it turned him on more than anything.
He slid his fingers from your poor, sensitive pussy as his tongue licked you through your aftershocks. A huge sigh of relief fell from you and Kisuke gave your clit one last little kiss before crawling out of the blankets. His hair was disheveled , his lips were puffy and his chin was drenched in your essence. He took one look at your glassy eyes and knew he'd achieved his goal of making you feel good on your birthday.
“Love Don’t Cost a Thing~.” Kisuke Urahara x Reader, MDNI 18+ NSFW‼️
AN: Hey guysss! Did you miss me? I know Ive been sort of kinda MIA but I just really want to get rid of this funky writers block that I’ve been experiencing for weeks, and I think I did it 😭 so im just want to thank you all for being so patient with me and im not gonna lie, it’s quite a lengthy one but it’s juicy worth it i swear! 😇 I hope you enjoy💕
Synopsis: There’s been a heatwave for the past few days. It’s too fucking hot outside that you were going to melt inside the damn shop. So, you found a cool place to stay chill for a while. Nothing like a little breeze won’t hurt the shop owner.
WARNING: GRAMMAR, pacing, mirror kink?, smut, KISUKE BEING KISUKE, he’s great at edging and his 🍆 makes his partner forget about everything, he makes them feral, rubbing, penetration, fingering, slow to rough smut.
*How long can he go? That’s an understatement to him and reader
Due to the pacing of the story, please take your time reading and enjoy! 😇 put yourself in readers shoes!
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Bzzz….bzzz…bzzz!
Bzzz…bzzzzz…bzzzclick!
Loud buzzes and clicks surrounded the summery neighborhood in the small town of The World of the Living. The cicadas whines were so rhythmic but it came out as a high-pitched sounds that it made your ears feel like they were bleeding.
You watched Ururu and Jinta playing with their classmates in the front yard under the blazing sun. Their cheers and bantering were fulfilling as they were playing tag with their friends; but you could literally see the heat waves from where you sat inside of the non-air-conditioned store.
It’s so hoooot, you sighed, fanning your slightly sweaty chest as you sat on the window seat. Your eyes wavered to the tall man with cornrows who was wearing his blue apron, busying himself by restocking some candy and juices for the customers on the sales floor.
It’s too hot to be doing that, you thought. But surprisingly, there were some young customers in the store on this very overwhelming afternoon.
You suddenly felt a satisfying breeze brush your skin next to you. You thought it came from outside. But there aren’t any trees around the store. You blinked to its direction and saw it coming from the shaggy haired male sitting beside you; the entire time. You stared at his motioning hand as the fan generated a cool breeze to his chest. Mind you, he was sitting beside you the entire time and decided to use his damn fan. That male was named Kisuke Urahara. The owner of ‘Urahara Shoten’.
His grey orbs were focused on the playful little children who were playing outside without care for the weather conditions while checking the children being assisted by Tessai in the store. Kisuke wasn’t interested in interacting with the customers. He never was. It’s not like him, honestly. He watched from afar as he busied himself with his stupid fan and that stupid bucket hat, covering his mischievous face. You took note of his presence while receiving some of that light breeze next to you. Your eyes rolled at the last thought and you finally got up to your feet.
“Hm?” He noticed you getting up. “Where are you going, y/n chan?” He sounded a bit concerned, fanning himself. “Mm.” You stretched your arms and legs while tiptoeing. “I’m gonna go take a nap.” You sighed softly. He pouted, not wanting you to leave him alone. He loved your company. “Oh…” he watched you head upstairs. “Make sure you dream about me okay princess~?” he smirked, his eyes hiding under his hat. You rolled your eyes and shook your head as you treaded up the stairs.
He hummed softly and turned back to the kids playing in the front yard with his motioning fan in his hand.
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“Haaa….” He sighed, heeding the cries of the cicadas, boredom creeping upon him.
A few hours had passed since you had left him alone for a nap.
Snap!
He shut his fan and put it dim inside his green kosode. Slowly, he got up to his feet and dusted his pants. He looked up, checking on ururu and Jinta sitting in the shade with their friends.
“Tessai-San.” His eyes still on the kids.
“Yes, Urahara-Dono. He turned to face him while he a box of bubbles that needed to be stocked.
“I’m going to make some tea.” His eyes flickered to his colleague. “I’ll be back…soon.” Tessai nodded and walked to the empty shelf where he had to stock the new bubbles for sale. Kisuke smiled softly and made his way to the kitchen.
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Upstairs, you were in your boyfriend’s room. The fan was turned on, cooling off the room gracefully while you were sitting comfortably in his futon - surrounded by the comfy pillows and cool sheets that you bought for him. Your laptop was on your lap and you were busy window shopping for who knows how long. All you cared about was the fan blowing in all the right places in the room. You. It was an old cheap fan that Kisuke never used and he kept it inside his closet. He likes man-made stuff , like his fan. You know…to save electricity. He’s a cheapskate who likes to create things from scratch. But you had that fan set to ‘high’ for the most cooling relief possible. Without a care in the world.
It just felt so damn good cooling your soft skin and body for over two hours.
It’s not like he’s gonna know~. You thought. He’s downstairs fanning himself, you also thought as your finger circled the track pad to a cute summer dress that caught your attention.
He stood there for a long moment, watching you “sleep”. His eyes were peeking at your form in between the slightly closed sliding door of his bedroom. If you could see him you’d most likely throw your laptop at him for standing like a creep in the doorway. But, the door was so ‘closed’ that you couldn’t see him at all. He titled his head to where the fan stood, blowing loudly into your direction as you “napped”. His lips slowly turned to a grin when he carefully peeked over to your form again. You looked so ethereally beautiful and focused on whatever you were doing on your laptop, surrounded by the plush pillows supporting your back and the air blowing your hair. He clicked his tongue. You were so quiet and focused and at peace…without him.
It’s been over two hours since you left the Kisuke Urahara by himself to “rest.” And this is what he sees.
Yes. That’s what you told him when you got up to your feet.
You just can’t stand the heat in Japan. It’s brutal. Not to mention that this store is facing the sun behind these buildings 24/7. It’s a fucking sauna but worse. He’s a cheapskate! But most of all, it’s Hell.
“Hmmm~ That’s not good, princess~ You’re gonna raise the electric bill~.” That familiar voice made you snap your head up to the supposedly closed door. You were met with a dark grey orb staring at you from afar in the distance, in between the doorway, peeking at you like a skin walker in broad fucking daylight. Almost giving you a god-damn heart attack.
Kisuke smiled at your form, like your were a deer caught in the headlights. “Oh.” You rolled your eyes and met the screen with a long sigh, earning you a smile from the shaggy blonde still peeking at you from where he stood. You didn’t know you were holding your breath. “It’s just a fan, Kisuke.” Your fingers started typing in the search box for a specific dress.
“Hmm~” he hummed, his smile slowly rising as he gently pushed the sliding door open. Your brows furrowed as you tried to regain focus on your window shopping but he’s here. In the same room as you.
It’s his room, but still. You never know what he’s going to do next.
“Oooh~ It’s not just a fan sweetheart…it’s burning up the electricity.” He pouted, walking towards the contraption. “And that’s not good y/n chan.” You sighed, getting irked by his remark. You had to shake your head. “Go. Back. To work, Kisuke.” You said as he stood next to the fan, subtly admiring its hard work when the cool breeze blew in your direction.
“Eyaaa~” he whined playfully. “Tessai can handle the…pressure.” He added as he inches closer to the fan, bowing into his face. He deserves it. Who knows how much sweat he produced under that dumb straw hat of his, you mentally noted.
The fan then turned to your form. The crisp air felt so so gooood — giving you goosebumps that it surprisingly helped calmed you down even for just for a few seconds —
“STOP.” You barked, shooting deadly daggers at the cunning male, his fingers inches away from pressing the “off” button. Your heart started pounding out of annoyance as the calloused pad rested on the button. “Don’t you have any idea how hot it is, Kisuke?” You sounded exasperated at his behavior. Almost like you wanted to get up and slap him. “Hmph.” His lips painted a grin, knowingly. “Yes~” he sung sarcastically and quickly pulled out his little fan.
“That’s why~ I use my own crafted instrument. “A fan, desho~?” He teased you playfully, bearing his teeth below the fan that you looked down at the computer screen. “It’s saves me money, as a matter of fact. Also… I don’t like it when you call it when you call me by my name, princess.” He lowered his head, hiding his eyes under his hat. You looked up at him, his endearment catching your attention. “Call me daddy or sexy?” He grinned, still hiding his gaze from you.
“So you can feel less old?” You panned to the male in disbelief.
“Old??” He gawked, whipping his head up in shock. “Hmm~. I’ll have you know that I am the most handsome shopkeeper in the world.”
“Easy~white chocolate.” You teased , making him smirk.
“Ho~ if only you knew how hard it is to be a businessman, y/n chan~ tsk tsk.” he shook his head and clicked his tongue.
“I do know. You’re lazy.”
“Oooh?” He drawled his breath, raising his eyebrows. “To spend time with my princess?” He started walking towards the bed. “My one and only love?” He planted his hand on his chest, feigning pain. Your eyes narrowed him down as he walked towards you. “I’m crushed!” He whined, smirking as he gets in the bed, nonetheless.
He really is insufferable.
You looked up at him as he shifts his sit behind you. His hands slithered around your sides and rested on your belly and he leaned in to say, “You know I love you~” he whispered and kissed the helix of your ear. His lips crept up, sending goosebumps through your body. There goes that stupid smirk again. You sensed it. Literally. You shook your head and went back in how shopping again. You’re not sure how many times he caught your attention but he is a pro at it. A few mintues passes by and he suddenly planted a soft kiss on your temple, earning him a deep hum from you; saving the energy to protest the shaggy male. It sounded like you were annoyed.
“What?” He leaned back abit with his lips lopsiding in slight confusion. You swore you almost rolled your eyes; you couldn’t tell if he was being genuine or sarcastic. You never know. “Nothing~”. You sang while your dainty fingers pressed the keys and slowly shifted to the trackpad to see a dress you like.
He hummed, sliding his hands above your tummy, pulling you back to his chest. You didn’t miss it when he expertly rested it underneath your plump breasts. Pushing them up a bit to your face.
Pervert…
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Clack clack clack…
Tap!
Clackclack…clack…
The fan blew into your guy’s direction. Cool and refreshing as it spreads through the room.
“Haaa….” You sighed as you perused a few online kids clothing stores. You had finished your little shopping and decided to find some new clothes for Jinta and Ururu. You totally forgot about Kisuke being behind you for so long. He’s so quiet. He was resting his face in the crook of your neck, glancing every now and then — giving you some feedback on the clothes that the kids might need, earning him a giggle from you. He’s a certified cheapskate.
You pulled your legs in, slouching in his embrace and you brought the laptop up to your tummy. Kisuke did the same to get comfortable and worked his hand down to your inner thigh to rest it there. “So hot.” You muttered, feeling his palm burning your skin. He chuckled softly and kneaded the soft flesh gently. Slowly, his fingers slid down to your warmth and cupped it, gently. “Is it hotter here?” He snickered, earning a little giggle from you. “Mm..!” Your body jolted abruptly when his long fingers pressed against your slit with some pressure, as if he pressed a button. “M-mm~” you whined lowly, your hips gyrating when he did it again and again, sending sharp throbs in your warmth. “Oh.” Your lips finally let out as when he circled it with good pressure — like pressing on cookie dough. Your lips were ajar while you tried to look for some shoes for Ururu. “Ah~” you moaned lowly, lowering your legs as he applied more pressure, circling right on your throbbing clit above the fabric.
He was very quiet behind you. Absorbing in your soft gasps and moans, encouraging him to press on it more while he circled his fingers. A throaty groan was heard from him; you were getting warmer and warmer as he did. Throbbing each second — you could cum if this goes on for another minute. “Unh~ fuck.” Your mouth widened at the thought, ultimately beating you to it when your hips started twitching a bit messily as he rubbed your clothed pussy so well. “Mm.” He leaned forward to your side and you turned to him, his lips meeting your own softly. Soft, warm kisses rang between you two as the fan brushed your skins. “Mmm~” your lips were like a magnet to his, never letting go of it. “Mm.” You felt his soft calloused fingers shift over to the side of your shorts and slide into the leg hole. “Unh~” you breathed out, twitching as you arch your back when his fingertips brushed your wet slit softly.
Up…
And down…
He rubbed it as if he was rubbing the back of a kittens ears, gently and slowly against your soft flesh. “U-uunh~” you drawled, your body tensing up in his chest, pulsating from each stroke. He knew your body like the back of his hand. “Fuck…” you whispered to him, feeling extremely putty in just seconds as he stroked your little clit lazily. “U-ugh~” you whined, your dainty reaching for his robe for some control. “Keep shopping, princess.” He muttered, stroking his tiny nub with his middle finger slowly. Your favorite one, in fact. You whined, blushing from his endearment as you turned to the screen, pouting. Who knew that he’d get you riled up in seconds. It’s one of his special quirks. Unfortunately, your fingers went back down to tracing the trackpad — which subtly turned you on as he did the same with your fleshy pink slit.
This is cute. A cute pair of pink gel sandals caught your eyes. Your fingertips quickly shifted on the pad to the product —
“Ha..!” You gasped, pushing your feet in when the his fingertips slithered down to your hole and rubbed it, softly brushing your inner lips against his finger as well.
“Ugh~fuck.” You sighed, throwing your head back while he playfully dips in and out a bit, making you clench. His fingertips were gradually collecting your arousal as he did before slithering it up to circle your cute soft clit. “Unh~” Your chest started heaving with each passing stroke, causing you to pulsate more and more. He could feel it spasming from on the calloused pad. “Unh~” you sighed again and breathed in deeply, the sweet prickles forcing you to quickly scroll down at the children’s accessories page as your eyes were starting to get glassy. “Kisuke…” you heaved, trying to regain your focus on the products. He didn’t stop. Your pussy was becoming a convulsing mess.
“Unh~” he flicked it with good pressure that your clit was getting hotter and hotter as he did. Your mouth opened gradually, slowly feeling the waves of your orgasm begin to seek relief as he remained focused on your soft pink nub.
You could squirt in any second.
Your body was tensing against his chest, making his clothed cock twitch on his upper thigh. The sheets started shifting when You quickly pushed your feet up for more of that sweet friction. Your soft, low gasps filled the air, mixing with the blowing fan. “Ha…ha…” you breathed heavily while your trembling fingers traced the trackpad to the cart to checkout. You’re gonna lose your grip — you kept on pulsating.
You suddenly spread your twitching legs out more, lifting your feet of the bed, feeling the violent waves crumbling down to your quivering pussy. “U-ugh~!” You started squirting, your body twitching in relief as droplets of your fluids lands on blanket. He continued rubbing the throbbing nerve lightly while you were a twitching mess, breathing messily against him. “Oh~Kisuke~!” You whined breathlessly, and gasped in surprise when he stroked the right spot that made you see stars, squirting again. Your dainty hand quickly gripped the back of his own and pushed his fingers down to your cunt. Your aching hole needs it. Now. “Hmph.” He huffed, smiling as you pressed the calloused pad against it but not going in. You want him to do it. “Look at that.” His grey orbs dilated when he saw the strings of your arousal stretching on his fingers. “So warm.” He hummed, earning a whine of agreement from you that his cock was twitching again. “Mm.” You circled your hips to encourage him to slide it inside of you.
“Good…” He leaned forward and you turned to him, his stubble rubbing your cheek a bit. Your lips instinctively met his own. Soft kisses were exchanged between the two of you. “Mmm~” his fingers slid up to rub your clit in circles, lovingly. He really does make you feel like a begging mess for his unwanted attention. “A-ah~” you jolted in the middle of the kiss. He keeps focusing on your clit like it’s a button.“Mmm~” he moaned. He loved your arousal, warm and thick against his gliding fingers. You broke the kiss and turned the camera on to see his crafty fingers on your wet puffy pussy. He chuckled, making you blush at the shaggy male.
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Soft kisses rang between the two of you. The cool breeze filled the white noise, brushing his and your skin, especially your wet slit. His soft lips reluctantly parted from your lips and he mumbled, “let me see your tits.” His breath brushed your lips before he enveloped your lips again. Slowly, your fingers gently curled under the hem of your tank top and you lifted it up. “Mm.” You moaned in the soft, lazy kisses — his crafty finger pressing on your clit in circles. His eyes glanced at the screen, your breast are perfectly plump and your perky nipples, hard and suckable — as always. “Mm.” Your soft moan brought him back to your face, your dainty hand reaching for his stubbled cheek.
“Mmm~” he moaned in the kiss and closed his eyes, loving how flushed you look in the screen. “Awh~” your gasped softly, his two fingers slid into your tight aching hole and his thumb resting on your clit. It was long and firm. “Mm~” he started thrusting slowly, getting a feel of your warmth quivering around his digits. You hummed in content, your body rolling in waves against his chest from each languid stroke.
Slowly, you interlaced your arms around his neck as he did, and looked down at the screen. “Unh~” you were feeling like a puddle against his chest as you watched him fucking your messy hole lazily. “Look at this pretty pussy...” He muttered to himself, staring hard at your plush flesh, his knuckles pressing against your soft puffy lips every time he slid inside of you. “Ah~” his fingers massaged your walls so well. “Go harder, baby.” You sighed softly, listening to the lewd sounds coming from your needy hole.
“Hmm~” he smirked. “Lift your left your legs up some more.” He whispered. You submitted, spreading them out. “Ugh~fuck.” He hit the right spot, your head tilting slightly downwards, you bit your bottom lip. “Told you~” he giggled at your puttiness. He knew how to rile up your senses. “Ah~” you watched yourself, rolling your hips up to meet his deep thrusts and his calloused thumb rubbing your clit. “Ssss~ouuu~fuck.” He was pressing your g-spot effortlessly. “Agh~!” He started increasing his pace. “U-uuugh~!” You drawled, clenching around the digits. “Fuck~” you breathed out, your mouth slightly ajar as you relished his crafty fingers pistoning you so well as the breeze brushed your messy flesh. The squelching sounds filled your ears lewdly, making you pulsate in deep gratification. “Uuuunh~yeah~” you croaked, your brows started furrowing. Your fingers fell to the sheets and you gripped it roughly. Your impending orgasm was coming in violent waves, ready to make you fall apart. “Oh fuck!” You cried out, your hazy eyes watching him fuck your messy aching hole.
“That’s it.” He whispered softly, eyeing your hole getting creamy. He kissed your helix as he fingers you to oblivion —
“Unh!” Your body jolted from a certain thrust, your warm fluids drizzled in his palm and down into the sheets.
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“Mmm~” you rolled your hips weakly to his fingers, fucking your self to rid off the orgasm. He watched intently, straining in his pants as he relished your sweet warmth fucking his fingers. “Unh~” a soft gasp escapes your lips, grounding your hips against his thumb on your throbbing clit as you did. “Mm~” you whined when he suddenly pulled them out steadily. “Wow.” He rubbed your slickness between his thumb and finger. “Look at that.” He whispered, moving it closer to your face, the thin strings stretching from his fingers. He dipped his fingers into slit, collecting some more of your arousal. “Sugoi…” your lips tucked in at his remark, your eyes shifting to the screen — looking at your plump flesh glistening in the camera -
“Lick it.” He clicked his tongue, motioning his finger to your plump lips. Slowly, your lips wrapped around the callused digit and you sucked it steadily. “Mm.” Your head bobbed slowly as you enveloped it, earning a meek groan from the male behind sitting you. “Ah~” he sighed, staring at your small mouth sucking his finger cutely as if it was his thick cock. “Oh~” he growled throatedly, watching you lick around the calloused pad like it was his big mushroom tip. His cock started to get hard, straining in his pants from your ministrations, he had to bite his lip. “Good.” He praised, relishing the soft, warm bed of your tongue. Another groan came from his throat, his pants getting tighter and tighter every second. “Mm~” you went back to sucking it lovingly, tasting yourself. Kisuke was struggling behind you, trying hard not to get too riled up. “Ugh.” His cock kept twitching as he watched you suck it like it was his thick cock, aching for you.
He pulled it back out slowly, watching your saliva stretching out. “Hmm~” he growled, his slick fingers moving down to rub it against your hard nipples. They felt so hard against his fingertips; he wished he could rub his cock against them. It twitched at the last thought and again as his fingertips brushed them lightly, up and down. “So hard…” he muttered softly, earning a hum from you. “Wow.” His fingers slowly crept underneath them and cupped them carefully, afraid that it would “break”. “Mm~” you moaned, his palms were so warm and securing as kneaded them lovingly. They felt so comfy around your plump breasts. “Mm.” You blushed, watching his big hands squishing them gently. Your nipples were so hard in between his fingers.
The sounds of the fan blowing across the room filled the white noise. You moaned when he began tugging on your nipples gently. “Mmm~” he hummed, breaking the comfortable silence. “I…love how hard they always feel.” He whispered, switching to brushing them in soft circles.
“Pfft.” You started giggling, catching his attention as he continued groping the doughy flesh. “Hm?” His eyes turned to you, his lips lopsided with curiosity.
“I just wanted to buy cute things.” You whined playfully, earning a chuckle from him. “Maa~At least you didn’t soak your laptop, princess.” He joked. “I was afraid that I was going to have to buy you a new one~” he giggled nervously, squishing your tits as a stress ball. “Hm. I suppose you’re right, Kisuke.” He pouted at the lack of endearment.
The two of you wallowed in bed together. Not wanting to leave each other. It was comforting, quiet and warm in his arms while the old fan blew in your guy’s direction. The cool air brushed your wet, plump pussy. The cool sensation felt so lewd.
“Unh~” he worked his hand down and cupped it, making you arch your back.
*slap! slap! *slap!* he smacked it playfully, making you wince as he looked at the webby strings of your arousal sticking to his palm. “Stop it, Kisuke…!” You hissed, clenching on nothing. “Eyaaa~” he sniggered. “I’m just trying to get a hold of myself, princess~.”
“Hm?” You turned to look up at him and noticed something moving in the corner of your eye.
You looked down and noticed his free hand stroking his cock in his pants.
Oooh.
Your fingers pulled the hem of his pants back to see and he pulled it out willingly. It was hard, thick and veiny with a reddish mushroom head as the cherry on top, your favorite. “Unh~!” You twitched when his finger started rubbing your clit, sneakily.
“Ah~” he moaned as both of his hands were occupied. What a multitasker. You were looking up at him, your neck aching as you moaned with him, grounding your hips steadily as you humped the digit.
“Ah~ fuck.”He stroked the thick shaft, feeling you wriggle your pussy greedily against the digit in between your wet, puffy inner lips. You felt so fucking warm and wet as you humped it, stirring him even more.
“Mm~” you bucked your hips with need, heeding his gratifying breaths fanning your face. Your hips humped it like you were edging his cock in between your pussy. “Ugh~” He quivered, squeezing his cock and up to the tip tightly — aching to be inside of your sweet tight hole. “U-ugh fuck.” He hissed, his eyes shifting to the screen, eyeing your sloppy puffy pussy wriggling his finger. “Princess…” he looked down at you, your dowey eyes never leaving his face.
“Come...Ride it.” He whispered in a groan, his eyes dark in lust while he taps your pussy for you to lift your hips up.
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Extra!
Loud skins slapping sounds bounced off the walls. His and your clothes were scattered by the bed. Your whimpers came out messily, your hands gripping the sheets on either side of you.
*Plapplapplap!
The filthy sounds filled the air rapidly.
“U-ugh~!” He moaned followed by a hiss as his thighs slammed up against yours feverishly. You sweet cunt felt so good squeezing around him. “M-mm’~!” Your hazy eyes were staring down at your aching hole getting pistoned by his greedy cock in the laptop screen. You were quivering uncontrollably in his iron grip. Your tits bounced incessantly from his greediness, making you blush at the sight. “U-Unh~!” Your pussy looked liked a pink juicy plum, puffy and sore.
“U-uuugh~” he breathed out below you, heeding the quick squelching sounds of his cock shoving into your tight hole. “Uuuugh~” he drawled deeply, pressing his hips up feverishly, not wanting to miss your plush pussy squeezing him so much. “M-mm!” You whined, watching him fuck you messily. The veins of his cock stroked your gummy walls. The reddish head, slightly curved, pressed your g-spot effortlessly. You threw your head back at the feathery sensations, jiggling messily in his grip. His thighs were so hard and warm slamming up against your own. “Awwhhh~yeah baby.” He sighed, slamming his hips up sharply. “Gimme that pussy...” He muttered with a hiss, his sack slapping your ass. “K-kisuke..!” You gasped messily, your head bobbing back feverishly, relishing his deep, greedy thrusts.
*plap!plap!plap!plap!*
The sounds grew louder.
The wet the clapping sounds were making you wetter and wettee. “Oooh~fuck~” you stammered, your fluids leaking out of your cunt, drizzling down his glazed length. “So…that’s it.” He spreads his legs, causing your pussy to spread out more and he started jackrabbiting.
The sounds were getting sharper.
“Oooh ~y-yeeaah~” you drawled breathlessly, your nails were ripping through the sheets as you gripped it for dear life for so long. “Ye-yeah~a-ahhh~” you sighed messily. His gratified breaths and his fingers digging into your sides were giving you butterflies. “Yeah baby..!” You praised lowly, watching his cock push into your aching hole. “A-ahhhh…” you breathed shakily, feeling your pussy beginning to pulsate. “A-agh!” He groaned , clenching his teeth from the sweet clenches around him, his stomach getting all fluttery, making him pushing his head back into the pillow.
His sharp thrusts and gratifying sighs mixed with your whimpers rang in the air. The more you stared at the screen the more you felt the violent waves of your pussy crumbling so fast — wanting to squirt.
“Oh god!” You squeaked.
“Oh fuck!” You whimpered, your jiggling tits aching his sharp plunges, bruising the bottom of your thighs.
“A-ahhhhh~” You let out a long sigh, squirting in pure relief, drizzling onto the sheets messily as he drills into you. Your sloppy pussy was quivering in excitement, pulsating uncontrollably from feverish plunges. “Ssss….aghhhh~.” He groaned, lost in your sweet spasming hole.
One…two…three filthy thrusts and he pressed his hips up to yours. “A-agh~” He breathed out shakily, his throbbing cock glistening in your fluids. “Ugh…” he remained still, digging his fingers into your waist deeply. “Mm.” You winced at the pain, retouching in his grip. God, he couldn’t get over your sweet pussy. His dick was so thick and hard resting in your tight hole. Your hazy eyes saw how puffy and used it looked — you clenched. “U-ugh~” he stammered and lowered his hips, revealing undersides of his fat mushroom tip. “U-uunh~” his thighs trembled with feathers in his stomach when he started thrusting lazily. It looked so fat in the screen, the undersides of the head sliding in and out slowly, you whined.
You got him so pussy drunk.
“Uh..!” He grounded his hips up roughly and cummed abruptly, painting your walls white. “Mmmm~” he hummed, circling his hips with a weak grin on his flushed face. “Ugh…” he then lowered it a bit, his cock twitching in relief he shoots more. You watched his cum drizzle down his shaft, you shivered and squirted as he did, filling you up. His favorite kink.
“Ugh…” he felt so putty under you. His chest heaved deeply, his forehead glistening in sweat, still inside of your crumbling warmth.
As time went by, the screams of joy and laughter of the children playing outside filled the room as you two cooled down for a moment, in each other’s arms.
“Mm…” You rose up from his chest, your sweaty thighs aching painfully when you shifted your body.
He opened his eyes and chuckled when you straddled him. “Mm~” he moaned, wrapping his lips around yours. Soft kisses rang between you two as you cupped his bristly face, his free hand kneading the curve of your ass lovingly. “Unh~” you sighed softly, rubbing your slit against his creamy cock. You let out another sigh when you pushed your hips back to let the tip rest against your wet sore hole. “M-mm~” You circled your hips slowly, stirring your senses once again in electric sparks.
“Mmm~” he hummed lazily at the light friction on the tip, as your hard nipples brushed his broad chest. “Lemme suck ‘em.” He muttered in a whisper. You giggled and leaned over and lowered your plump tit to his crafty mouth. “A-aah~” you gasped, twitching as he began flicking it feverishly. The lapping sounds were so lewd, making your cheeks hot as he did. “Mm. Fuck.” You whispered in a light gasp, hazily looking at his thick tongue before he sucked it gently.
You whimpered at the sweet latching of his lips. “Ahh~mm~” he switched to circling it dangerously slow for a moment. “Oh~” your head tilted, the feathery sensations taking you away with him.
“Mm~” he moaned throatedly, sucking it in loving, soft kisses. Your big nipple felt so warm and admired by the cunning man. He went back to flicking it again lightly.
“Oh~ baby~” you sighed at the prickly sensations, shivering every time he licked it just right. Slowly and steadily. “Mm.” You kissed his forehead as you started humping the tip around your wet fluttering hole, earning a throaty groan from him. “Yeah baby~” you praised him softly, circling your pussy against the shiny hard mushroomed tip greedily. “Ahhh~” you sighed softly, rocking your hips up and down roughly against it, prodding the head in and out of your pulsating hole.
*smack!!*
You’re such an endless tease; his stomach was forming a warm knot as you rubbed the tip.
You whimpered from the abrupt slap on your ass. “Mmm~” he moaned, kneading your soft ass as a small apology. The sweet latches and lapping filled your ears.
“Unh~Unh~” you teased it by pushing your hips back to let it slip inside — just a bit, loving how good he’s sucking your big nipple.
*smack!* “Unh~” * smack!* “m-mm~”
You two can’t get enough of each other. Your warm prurience glazed the big tip shiny, the thick stings sticking out every time you humped it.
“Mm~” you leaned back, a wet pop rings from his lips when you sat up. “Eeyaaa~” he sang breathlessly, “would you look at that. We’re sweaty and sticky.” He smirked cunningly with a glint in his eyes. “Shut up.” You pouted.
“Hmph. Why~?” He giggled softly when the fan blew your glistening back, making you shiver. “I thought…you had no idea how hot it is today?” He teased, kneading your hips like dough. You stared down daggers at his grey cunning eyes.
Gotcha~
“Maaa~ Let’s keep the fan on for a bit longer.” He teased. “You’re so …” your brows furrowed in annoyance as he smiled at you.
“In love with me, princess. I know. You don’t have to be shy~ ” He sat up, pulling you close to his chest. “You can’t help it, sweetheart~” he grinned at the love of his life. “Mmm~” he kissed your neck lovingly, relishing your hard nipples against his chest, his cock twitching at the sensations.
You sighed, looking up at the ceiling, blushing as he admires you in his arms.
“You’re so lucky that I love you.” You shook your head, earning a low chuckle from him.
Mayuri: Stimulating, sporadic and spontaneous. He might just come up at anytime and get his freak on, fucking your poor holes in any order or direction he desires with anything he admires. You drop your panties on command and on demand— your folds already glistening with your arousal from the anticipation of the unplanned.
Izuru: He starts off slow and hesitatant, very much worried he might not deliver. It’s with your constant encouragement that he starts rotating his hips and picking up the pace. And once he has the momentun going, it’s hard for his hips to stop.
Bazz-B: A mean merciless machine. No reservations or hesitstions with his deep thrusts— pounding his aggression and cum into you. He puts his entire body weight and muscle behind each thrust, letting out a loud groan (much like a battle cry) each time.
Jushiro: Will be very gentle and careful for the first few thrusts, making sure you are wet enough so it doesn't hurt. He eases into the rhythm— slow and deliberate, studying your facial expressions the entire time, making sure you are experiencing it as good as he is.
Kisuke: Winds up his hips and crashes into you from the get-go, building the hype, stirring up your insides. Once he gets you to the where he wants you to be, he pulls out before you reach your climax and starts jerking himself off, cum landing all over your abandoned body and he walks away.
Akon: Distracted, stressed and half assed thrusts. He is multitasking— cigarette in one hand and collecting data with his other. He shoves himself half way inside you and gives you a few slow thrusts before pulling out to do something and comes back to you whenever he can. You are bent over his desk, doing your own set of tasks on a laptop— ass fully ready to let him in whenever he gets a chance.
a/n: the title for this was 'sweet things' btw! 18+ only. Praise kink, fingering, kisuke is weird and perhaps stalking reader lol. wc 2.5k bc i love my man
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Your fingers worried the loose cardboard of the supply box in your grip. The lovely Tessai took one box after the other into the shops, Ururu and Ginta played and chased each other in his minute absences.
Mr. Urahara was nowhere to be found.
And it was a good thing, too; you didn’t think you could resist him.
Ever since you had started supplying his store with goods, he had taken every opportunity to lavish you with flattery, concealing his smiling face with the fan you wished you possessed to conceal your sheepishness in these moments:
“What a pretty woman you are!”
“Ginta, the lovely supply woman is here!”
“Of course, I can’t imagine anything being sweeter than your lips ~”
Damn your love language. Damn it.
But Mr. Urahara was never rude or vulgar, yet Tessai would often come around and chastise him for bothering you regardless.
But it didn’t matter; you ate it up. You weren’t a fool; now and then you caught glimpses of the gorgeous dark-skinned visitor coming and going out of Urahara’s shop. You were certainly not the prettiest woman he’d ever seen, and you both knew it.
“I don’t often hear those types of things,” You admitted softly to him one day, cheeks warm.
“Oho no.” He had held you under his loving appraisal. “I don’t believe that.”
“Well, believe it,” You said, laughing nervously. “I usually get yelled at for delivering the wrong thing. The address is always right,” you shrugged, “and I don’t pack the boxes, so …”
“Oh, if only you’d deliver the wrong package to me,” Mr. Urahara said, leaning toward you. “It would mean I’d get to see you twice a week.”
Oh, god, help.
You anticipated each and every delivery to his shop. You yearned for the praise.
Until last Tuesday.
You had taken a chance to move one of the biggest boxes taped up to the tenth. I can move this myself, c’mon, don’t be a deadweight. And Mr. Tessai was always so kind, couldn’t you help him out just once?
You moved not one, but two, the last one prompting a drawn-out groan from you as you leaned over to drop it on the ground with care.
You stretched your back out, heard a crack or two. You sensed Mr. Urahara’s presence, heard those sandals. Clop. Clop. Clop. But for once you were too preoccupied with not being a nuisance to mind his proximity to you.
“That’s a good girl,” came his voice, husked and breathy at your neck. “Such a strong, pretty girl you are, moving boxes for me ―”
You did the worst thing you could possibly do in that moment ― you moaned.
“Hm?” You heard from behind.
You squeaked and startled away.
“M ― M ― Mr. Urahara!” You stammered.
“I’m sorry,” he said, a sweet lilt to his voice always. “Did I scare you?”
“No ― I just, erm, aha, I’m going to be late for my next delivery!” You scurried back to your truck. “Bye!”
You didn’t miss the muted, searching look Mr. Urahara had given you as your engine reared to life and you drove off, thanking the gods you had closed your trunk before driving over the speed limit.
But despite your fears, Mr. Urahara didn’t show himself, and you were safe to hop in your truck and drive off.
It was only when night struck ― you got a phone call.
You stared at the random number. Normally, you wouldn’t answer calls from strangers, but you took a gamble.
Click.
“Hello?”
“Hello, (Y/n).”
You gawked, your phone nearly slipping from your hand. You knew that voice.
“Mr. Urahara?” You stammered. “I ― What ― How did you get my number?”
A silky laugh on the other line. “I’ve been watching you for quite some time, my lovely (Y/n).”
Whoa. Unease settled over you. Were you being stalked?
Another laugh, louder this time, more human. “Just kidding! Your number is on the side of your truck, remember?”
You blinked. Oh. Oh, yeah.
“Anyway, I called because I was worried I might have scared you off the other day” ― ruffling on the other side of the line ― “Are you all right?”
“Oh.” You sighed. You laughed at yourself. You let your mind get away from you. “No, it’s fine ― I’m fine. Really. I was just … having a bit of a rough day, is all.”
“Ahh, I see,” Mr. Urahara said. “Well, Miss (Y/n), I don’t pretend to know what’s best for you, but perhaps a day off is in order?”
You snorted. “A day off? What’s that?”
The two of you shared a laugh. Your shoulders relaxed. You sunk into your pillows and listened to the tapering sounds of his chuckles. He was easy, light, and it felt good to simply chat with the man after all the stress he had inadvertently caused you.
“I know, times are hard, aren’t they?” Mr. Urahara said. “You’ve been so good to my shop. If you’d let me, I would love for you to come over ― no business involved ― and allow me to treat you.”
You giggled. “That’s very kind, Mr. Urahara ―”
“Kisuke, please.”
“Kisuke,” You corrected. “But, I’m afraid I don’t have much of a sweet tooth.”
But he was such a sweet man, and you had a weakness for that.
“I don’t know how you would treat me, exactly.”
“Hmm, well, I don’t know,” Kisuke said. “Perhaps ― and this is just off the top of my head! ― I could treat you to a … massage?”
You froze. If this were a tv show, you were sure the record scratch would be playing right about now.
Impossible. No way you heard him right.
You were quieter for longer than you intended; your mouth ran dry as the beginning of a fantasy ― another one you did not need ― flourished. Kisuke’s large hands kneading into your oiled skin. Your breasts, the inside of your thighs, drifting ever farther south …
Stop. Stop. Stop.
“Haha ― hahaha.” Your laughs paired with a quickening heartbeat. “Mr. Urahara ― hahaha ― if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to proposition me!”
You waited for the man on the other land to speak, waited for the punchline, for the inevitable laugh track.
“...Guilty.”
…
Your phone would’ve fallen to the floor had it not been wedged against your cheek.
Oh no.
“I recognize this is awfully forward,” Kisuke said in that easy voice of his. “And if I’m going the wrong way to go about it, I apologize.” A subtle clearing of his throat. “But I like you very much, Miss (Y/n) … And I suspect you may feel the same way about me.”
You felt like you had swallowed a fish whole.
“Look, Mr ― Kisuke,” You corrected yourself again. “I’m ― I’m flattered and all ―”
Shut up.
“ ― and I ― I do think you’re very handsome!”
Shut up.
“― And I always like it when you say sweet things to me!”
Shut up!
“B ― But ―”
“You like it when I say sweet things to you?” You could almost see Kisuke’s brow lift through the phone.
You gulped. Kisuke’s voice had taken on a distinct purr. How could his voice do this to you? Any man’s voice! It was just a man’s voice.
His voice.
You admitted defeat. “Yes.” Your voice was a leaf in the wind.
“Hm.” More shuffling on the other land, and you were probably crazy, but it was almost as if he was … “You want to know what I think, Miss (Y/n)? I think a beautiful woman like you deserves to hear sweet things said about her every day.”
Your throat was dangerously dry now.
“I’m more than willing to fulfill that requirement for you. Come on over, Miss (Y/n),” he coaxed. “I would like to show you just how sweet I can be to you.”
Ah, fuck.
“I can’t sleep with a client,” You whispered into the phone, because this was apparently craziness you were actually considering. “It would be untoward.”
“And I won’t be a client, silly!” Kisuke said. “Didn’t you hear me before? It will just be a day between us, no business involved.”
You couldn’t refute him, and you hated it.
“C’mon,” he cajoled. “Be a good girl for me. Don’t you like being my good girl?”
You rubbed your legs together in a foolish attempt to temper the throb at your cunt, and only adding unneeded friction there.
“Like the day you moved those boxes for me,” Kisuke continued, the husk in his voice clipping at the receiver. “You’re always so good to me. Let me be good to you. Hm? Pretty please?”
You hung up.
You panted ― panted ― and hoped you weren’t making a horrible decision as you abandoned your bed for your closet, keeping in mind to wear your prettiest panties.
“Miss (Y/n)!” Tessai greeted. “What a lovely surprise!”
You let yourself in, worrying the strap of your tote bag as you slinked into the shop and found it deathly quiet within. You looked every which way, looking for the infernal candy man.
“I was not aware we were expecting a delivery,” Tessai said pleasantly.
“There isn’t one,” You said. “I ― I came to see Mr. Urahara.”
“Ahh, I see!” Tessai said. “Well, it just so happens Ururu, Ginta, and I are going out for a day on the town!”
Of fucking course.
“I see.” You suppressed your fidgeting hands. “Well, Mr. Urahara and I probably won’t be long.”
“Very well then, you let me know if he gives you any trouble and I’ll be sure to set him straight.”
You waved Tessi goodbye and listened to the bell jingle in farewell.
Then you were alone. You browsed the aisles of candy displayed at random. You were fiddling with the wrapper of a gummy candy when ―
“I didn’t think you were coming ―”
You spun to see Kisuke beside you. You shot a glance at the door; you hadn’t heard it open, nor had you heard footsteps. How did he keep doing this?
Kisuke smiled, unfazed by your surprise. “But I’m glad you did.”
“Mr. Urahara ―” You continued wrinkling the candy, unsure of what to do with your hands, or, frankly, yourself at all. “I ― I should go, I ―”
“Aww.” Kisuke prowled toward you. He had a great bit of size and height on you; you were nearly face level with his open chest. “And deprive me of your pretty face?”
You bit your lip as Kisuke caressed your face. “I know you’re lying about all that. I’m not ― I’m not even all that.”
“I’m not,” he said. “And you are. Come on back and let me prove it.”
You don’t know how it happened, but before you know it the shogi to the back room was closing. Kisuke’s hands were disappearing underneath your shirt, his lips pressing kisses and devious words into your neck.
“Perfect,” he purred. One hand was unlatching your bra clasp while its twin tweaked and pinched at your nipple through a bra cup. His five o’ clock shadow tickled the skin just below your earlobe. “Just perfect! Would a girl not all that have such” ― he kneaded and groped at your breasts, barely protected by a bra gone limp ― “gorgeous tits? Hm?”
Your head hung back, coincidentally giving Kisuke greater access to your neck, greater opportunity to mark you with teasing teeth marks. Both hands palmed at your breasts now, sending shock waves through your person as his long, talented fingers cornered and bullied your nipples.
“Aah …” You bucked into him, too dazed to be ashamed, eager for his learned touch.
He had put you in such a daze, a maddening collusion of hands and lips and words ― the sweetest words you’d ever heard. Pretty girl, beautiful, so sweet, perfect, so wet. You blinked, opened your eyes; you were naked. When had he gotten you naked and why was he still clothed save his hat and robe?
And with the last iota of sanity you had left you wondered idly whether or not you’d been drugged before that too was taken from you by Kisuke dipping three fingers into your cunt with a drawn out, approving hum.
“Oh!” You could feel your slick coming over his fingers, though nothing in comparison to the sweet pressure of Kisuke’s digits. The intrusion burned. You bit your lip against the sudden pressure. Already his fingers angled upwards in search of the spot that would make you scream, render you speechless. “Kisuke, oh …!”
“So good for me,” Kisuke cooed. His fingers had found their target, and now their thrusts began and ended with your ragged g-spot. You cried out and almost in reward he left a soft kiss on your cheek. “See? You could’ve had this such a long time ago; in the future, let’s not deny ourselves things that feel good.”
Your breath was haggard, patchy. The world had shrunk to the thrust of Kisuke’s fingers. He had you in his lap, an arm wrapped around your middle while his other did its work. You held on to him, arms lazily wrapped around his shoulders, hips rocking into his fingers. All the while he watched you, stormy eyes flickering intently over your face.
“I bet you’d like to come now, right?” he said in a low taunt, thumb brushing idly over your clit.
You nodded frantically, nails dug into his shoulders as he chuckled. “Yes, yes, please ―” you bucked. “Please, Kisuke, please, your ― your thumb!”
“Hm? Oh!” Kisuke’s voice was hilariously casual, as though he didn’t have you sitting in his lap, fingers deep in your cunt, nearing your end. “I didn’t even notice that. Wasn’t trying to be mean.”
And without ceremony he brought his thumb to your clit and gave it the frantic attention you needed, incessantly flicking, rolling, his other fingers still entertained with your sopping hole.
“Go on,” he coaxed. “Pretty girls get to come.”
Your eyes rolled back. Kisuke’s fingers refused to cease, instead speeding up. You hollered and began to clench down on them.
“Good girl …” Kisuke’s head dipped forward to capture one of your nipples in his mouth and suck ―
“Fuck!” You quivered in his hold. The obvious imprint of his erection underneath your thigh only sent a second wave of pleasure through you. Kisuke nibbled on your nipple and the fight went out of you, forcing you to fall slack in his arms.
Your cunt continued to suck at his fingers until your whimpers bordered on painful. Only then did Kisuke have the wherewithal ― or mercy or both ― to remove them. Through heavy-lidded eyes you watched him suck the juices from his fingers.
“Hmmm,” he moaned. “Just as I thought; you’re right at home in a candy shop!”
You were still catching your breath, and witnessing such a raunchy display only took away more. “What do you mean?”
“Hm.” Kisuke smiled down at you, wiggling his now clean fingers. “Sweet.”
Innocent, intimate moments with Kisuke seemed to always have a way of turning into something not-so-innocent. Laying so near to his heart drove you mad with desire. Or maybe it was his stubble scratching your forehead and cheeks, or his hand absentmindedly stroking your arm, or his scent infiltrating your mind, or his warm skin against yours. Maybe it was all of that, and simultaneously none of that. Maybe it was just how in love you were with him that had you longing to be full of him, emotionally, mentally, physically.
You started to press kisses into his neck and jaw, nuzzling into him, wrapping yourself around him, speaking to him without saying any words. His throat vibrated against your lips, rumbling with gruff chuckles as he figured out your game.
“Are you being needy?” He asked teasingly, pulling your leg across his lap.
“Can’t help myself,” you mumbled tiredly into his skin.
“Shall I be a good man and take care of it for you?”
“Yes, please.”
He didn’t take long to strip you and maneuver you into his lap, his mouth wrapped around your nipple while he bounced you on his length. And when your wanton cries and helpless tugs on his hair sent him over the edge, he manhandled you onto your back so he could go harder, faster, pounding away at the ache between your legs and satisfying his. He finished with his lips on yours, drooling into your mouth, filling and fulfilling you the way you had needed him to.
Though you were insatiable when it came to him. In the aftermath, as he held you near to him and his warmth again, playing with your hair, his stubble gently scraping your face again as he kissed you, you simply had to spring on him once more.
Crawling down his legs, you smiled sweetly up at him before kissing his tip, watching it twitch back to life as he gasped and groaned. You pecked and licked and made out with his cock the same way you had his neck, loving on every part of him, on him, so much it made your chest hurt. You took him deeply, eagerly, no matter how you gagged or how your eyes watered, exploding with affection from the silly things he said and the sounds he made and his hand in your hair, always guiding you. When he finished, you took that too, swallowing like he was your water and you were severely dehydrated. He could only laugh deliriously when you crawled up next to him, attaching yourself to him again.
“You have enough, cuddle bug?” He teased, grabbing and squeezing your thigh.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” you teased back, giggling playfully.
“You’re gonna run me dry, cutie.”
He had no idea. You couldn't stop thinking about just how much you loved him, wanting nothing more than to say it. Doing so physically came naturally with him, but to utter those words aloud to Kisuke…
“I just…” You hesitated.
He looked at you, eyes softening, waiting patiently. It terrified you, how nonchalant and casual he could be sometimes. There was a little part of you that was always afraid of him finding out how intense you were and deciding that you and your heart were too much for him.
But you’d decided now - you loved him so much, you wanted him to know, and you wanted him to be able to choose.
“I love you a whole lot,” you confessed.
His brows furrowed together slightly, observing your expression for any further hint of hesitation or maybe frivolity. “Yeah?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
And then he grinned, that flippant, carefree one you knew so well, the one that in this moment, made your heart sink a little. “I think that makes me pretty lucky.”
But it didn’t make you love him any less. You smiled, even if it didn’t reach your eyes. It was okay. You loved him. You wanted this, wanted him to choose. That was what mattered.
He leaned in, stopping just before his lips met with yours. “And,” he started, looking into your eyes, waiting, hesitating the same way you had.
