900 years 𑣿 shunsui kyōraku x f! reader x isshin kurosaki x ryūken ishida
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Despite his best efforts, the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13 still sticks out like a sore thumb in the World of the Living. His gigai is no less massive than his true Shinigami form: a hulking man who dwarves the humans packed into the train, eyepatch staring into the frightened souls of little old ladies who clutch their handbags and keep their sights fixed solely on their feet.
What intimidates others, though, lights a fire deep in your belly. It's like you're on a date with some handsome stranger, and not your centuries-long husband; gone is his pink kimono, in its place a tan suit that stretches across his bulky form, the collared shirt beneath it unbuttoned just right. His hair is pulled a little tighter to his head than usual, and the edges of his facial hair are noticeably sharper.
He'd certainly put in the effort, and for good reason. After all, how often is it that a couple can brag 900 years together?
"Remind me why we took the train?" He mumbles into your shoulder, scruff tickling your neck. "This all seems unnecessary."
You sit perched atop Shunsui's knee, secured by his thick arm looped around your waist. "Tonight, we aren't the Commander and the 13th Division Captain: we are mortal husband and wife," you tsk, "…and I've always wanted to take a train."
"You've taken a train before, darling."
"Yes, but not these fancy fast ones they use everywhere now!" You peek past the head of a young boy whose nose is buried in some magazine, watching the gleaming lights of Karakura town appear in the distance, backdropped by an inky night sky.
"Whatever my wife wants, she gets," Shunsui sighs, hot breath fanning across your collar bone, "as long as she's happy."
"Mm, and that's why we've made it this far." You lean into him, pressing a kiss onto his temple. One of the trembling elders scoffs at the public display of affection, and you suppose you are being quite touchy, but Shunsui kept the sake flowing at dinner — and he just looked too good to ignore.
"So what's in Karakura Town, anyway?" the question, hovering over your head since Shunsui mentioned your final destination of the evening, bubbles over. "Do you have business with Urahara?"
"Business on our anniversary?" Shunsui lifts a brow, "I'm not that cruel."
You wiggle impatiently in his grip, body aflame against the bulge that has formed beneath your lap — a bulge he must want you to feel, because the man is well-practiced in the art of self-control. "Hopefully you're taking me to a hotel, then," you huff, "I can't bear a tease. Not tonight."
"Aw, why's that?" He curls his other arm around you, grinding you slightly downward, "was dinner not enough for ya? I'm feelin' pretty full."
"Dinner was plenty, but now I'm hungry for something else —" a cough interrupts you. The poor humans in the train car may be spared from your imposing spiritual pressures in these gigai, but the mounting sexual tension is almost as suffocating.
Shunsui chuckles against your skin, planting a chaste kiss on the sensitive flesh of your neck before straightening his posture into something a little more respectable.
"So if we're not going to Kurakara town on business…" you pry again, brow dipped in confusion.
"Y'know we never got a proper chance to catch up with Isshin while the war was going on," Shunsui drops casually, "so I thought I'd arrange a … reunion." Your eyes widen in surprise. "He was always a favorite of mine — and yours, if I recall."
"He was certainly a … frequent visitor," you trap your lower lip between your teeth,"but isn't he still … I mean, his wife …"
"That was a long time ago," Shunsui assures, "believe me, I was just as surprised as you when he asked if I still share. But he knows the deal with us. Probably less guilt for him, to be honest."
You nod slowly, a new kind of fire scorching your veins.
"Ah, and he … asked to bring a friend. I said yes. Consider it another anniversary gift."
"For you or for me?"
A fond gleam sparkles in your husband's eye. "Isn't it both?"
~
In the true spirit of 'playing mortal', Shunsui booked a suite in Karakura Town's finest hotel. Maybe it was out of convenience — or maybe it was because he had the foresight to think that a certain level of detachment could form between the wallpapered walls and too-stiff bed. A detachment you were thankful for, because you were not prepared for the emotional weight of bedding not one, but two, widowers.
Isshin and his friend, Ryūken Ishida, joined your little anniversary present about thirty minutes ago. You vaguely remembered hearing about the Echt Quincy during the war, but had never actually crossed paths with him.
Ryūken is quiet and hard to read. Isshin is easy — full of energy and jokes, breaking the tension with the poise of a seal in stilettos. "Who woulda thought you two were still the Seireitei's biggest horndogs?" he chortles, "happy nine-hundredth anniversary, by the way. Sheesh, if only we could all be so lucky."
Just like the train, you're caged on Shunsui's lap, but now you're freshly showered and perfumed, frame concealed by a loosely-tied silk robe, deep-purple and luxurious: a gift waiting for you on the bed when you arrived at the hotel, along with candles and rose petals and all the sappy stops that your husband loves so.
"Hard not to be a horndog when ya wake up to this every day," Shunsui praises, rough fingers brushing your thigh, lifting up the robe just enough to draw your guests' eyes to the movement.
Shunsui has been liquoring up your guests to loosen things up; it's working like a charm with your former comrade, but with each drop drained from the Quincy's glass, he seems to only wind tighter. His eyes casually track the movements of your husband, playing the attentive listener, but every so often his gaze lands on you … and it's cold. Maybe even a little disgusted.
"Damn, how long has it been since the last time we did this?" Isshin asks, eyes low, leaning back on his hands as he watches you from the bed. He turns to Ryūken, eager to divulge in stories of the past. "Back maybe … I dunno, a hundred years ago — I couldn't get enough'a this one," he points to you, winking, "I remember the first time I saw her … and then when I learned she was married, I almost threw a tantrum."
"Sounds like you were in love," Ryūken states dryly.
Isshin laughs heartily, shaking his head. He doesn't seem put out by his counterpart's standoffish attitude. "Maybe I thought that the first time I felt her mouth on me. But … hard to love someone who's so obviously uninterested in ya.," he gestures between you and Shunsui, "biggest horndogs, yea, but the biggest lovebirds, too. Made everyone sick seein' them all over each other."
Ryūken hums, still unimpressed. Shunsui notices wearily, brow furrowing as he puts the puzzle of this near-stranger together. You can smell the sake on his breath as his attention returns to you, pressing his lips onto the sensitive spot just below your ear, and then the underside of your jaw, nipping playfully.
The mood shift is palpable. Shunsui seems to be done talking, and while Isshin has never been the silent type, he at least notices the change, voice growing huskier as he continues his walk down memory lane.
"The way she takes cock, though, is the most impressive thing. Y'probably had to train her good, huh Kyōraku?"
"Lots of time to practice," Shunsui murmurs, running a hand down the silky fabric, brushing your breast as he inches back toward the hem of your robe. "Hope you two don't mind if I join in from the start. Feelin' extra 'lovebird-y' tonight. Want her to feel special."
"You're in charge," Isshin agrees happily.
He's excited: the sizeable tent of his pants is proof enough. But unlike times past, you can tell Isshin is…hesitating. His eyes roam but his body remains still. Ryūken, too, is stiff.
You understand, and so does Shunshi. He will take his time with you … and he will let the others join in when they're ready.
Shunsui's in a black robe, similar to yours. He smiles, eyes creased with sweet promises as he kisses the back of your hand before placing it on his crotch, where you can feel the familiar outline of his mouthwatering girth. Your thighs clench at the mere thought of feeling him stretch you open … claiming you in front of these two grieving men. Showing them that chasing pleasure is nothing to be ashamed of.
"Let's show 'em that pretty body…" he suggests, tugging at the robe's belt, "I've been waitin' all day."
You let him undress you, the soft shifting of fabric echoing loudly in the silence of the room. He doesn't address the other two directly, eyes glued to your exposed figure with the hunger of a man who hadn't just eaten a multiple-course meal, but he does spread you for them; puts your pretty cunt on display, already glistening, slick as he runs a finger through your velvet folds.
He spreads you open with two, large fingers, eyes heavy. "Y'can see how tight she is," he mumbles, "even after all this time, she still sucks me right in. But if ya stretch her out enough … she takes it like a champ." He taps your clit with his thumb, sending sparks up your spine, before he starts to circle it slowly. "Sluttiest little pussy in the Seireitei, and it's all mine …"
"Clearly not if it's slutty," Ryūken mumbles from his side of the room, "tonight it's ours, tomorrow it'll be someone else's…"
"You misunderstand my friend," Shunsui tuts, moving his thumb to your entrance, pushing it allll the way in. He moves it around, pressing against your sensitive, pulsing walls, before replacing it with two fingers, "it is my pussy, and I do what I want with it. I can share it with ya … or I can take it away." He gives the man a pointed look. "All depends on your attitude."
Ryūken mumbles something under his breath, but you can tell he is not unaffected by the lewd scene in front of him, eyes narrowed in focus as he watches you over the thin rims of his glasses.
Isshin exhibits his enthusiasm with less reserve as Shunsui's sensual ministrations continue. At some point both he and your husband lose their clothing, though Isshin is still on the bed, hand wrapped tightly around his cock as he strokes it in sync with Shunsui's rhythm.
Shunsui has three fingers working you, now, his pace increasing, thumb rubbing your clit in dizzying circles.
"Does she still take two?" Isshin asks breathlessly,
"Uh-huh. But I'll admit we don't do this as often as we used to … might be a tight squeeze."
"That's fine," Isshin licks his lips, "better, actually. By the end of the night she'll be nice n' loose." He glances toward the man he invited, glaring a little at his lack of participation. "Right, Ishida?"
"…Right."
"…wanna get a little closer, buddy? Betcha can barely see over there."
"I wear glasses."
Isshin shoots Shunsui an apologetic glance. "I swear he was interested," he grumbles.
You can hardly focus on the conversation, breath shallow as Shunsui takes you closer to orgasm. You're leaning against his broad chest, solid and warm against your bare back, thighs shaking as you refrain from clamping them shut.
"You're bein' real nice to her tonight," Isshin finally stands, instinct replacing self-restraint, "if my memory serves me right, that's not always the case."
"Mm, I'm always nice to her," Shunsui rebuts. To make his point, he removes his fingers from your cunt and shoves them into your mouth, patting your cheek roughly as you start to suck. "See? M'givin' her a snack. She likes it."
Isshin snorts, his strokes growing more confident. "Yeah, real sweet."
Shunsui's hands brace your thighs as Isshin approaches, stopping them from jolting closed as the other man nudges the fat head of his cock up against your clit. He spreads his precum across the swollen bud messily, large hand wrapped around his base.
"Ya want her pussy first?" Shunsui offers, "or…throat? Ass?"
"Y'sure you don't wanna be the first one to fill her up?"
"Her cunt doesn't like eatin' the same meal twice in a row," Shunsui jokes, "greedy lil' thing."
"Well, we can't have it starve, that's just cruel…"
Shunsui and Isshin move you to the bed where you're placed on all fours, chest pressed flush into the mattress with your rear arched into the air. Isshin's on you in a heartbeat, large hands on your hips as he starts to ease into you, exhaling sharply at the tight fit … at the way you suck him in. "Fuck…" his head falls back, "fuck, seriously, how d'ya get anything done? I'd be wakin' up in this cunt, eatin' breakfast in it, eatin' lunch in it, eatin' dinner in it, goin' to sleep in it—"
"Alright, I get the picture," Shunsui chuckles, grabbing some oil from his bag before returning to the bedside. He uncorks the small bottle and pours it onto the upturned curve of your ass, spreading it across the plush flesh. "T'answer your question, though, let's just say I'd be a far more efficient Commander if it weren't for her."
"Do ya fuck her in your office?"
"Psh, we did that when I was Captain. Nothin' new." Shunsui spreads your cheeks, blinking down fondly at the tight star that winks up at him … closed shut and unyielding. He pours oil directly onto that puckered entrance and starts to ease a pinky finger into it, relishing in the way the pitch of your moans increases. "Though I'll say … it is harder to get alone time, now. She's Captain of the Thirteenth, I'm Commander … there's only so many hours in a day."
Shunsui replaces his pinky finger with his pointer, and then adds a second. Isshin groans as you squeeze him even tighter upon the intrusion, his pace increasing steadily.
"That's why I wanted ya … my wife misses havin' her holes all full … 'nd I don't wanna disappoint her on our anniversary."
The two stop talking to each other as they start to focus on their tasks. Shunsui: preparing you for a fit that should be impossible. Isshin: relishing in each cry, moan, and pant he can get out of you, speeding up and slowing down at irregular intervals just to keep you on your toes.
"You're lastin' longer than I expected," Shunsui teases, twisting and turning three fingers inside of your slicked ass, stretching you pleasurably, "and your friend over there is …" he glances towards Ryūken, who hasn't moved a muscle, "…disciplined."
"Hah, waitin' for you, old man," Isshin watches with bated breath as Shunsui pulls his fingers out, leaving a well-stretched hole in their place. "Want her to stay in this position? Or…"
"If ya don't mind the view, we can stay like this."
"Yeah, sure."
They shuffle around a bit so that Shunsui is crouched over you while Isshin still takes you from behind. Shunsui's solid thighs flex as he guides the leaky head of his cock to your rear, letting a slow string of spit glob down onto his shaft for extra measure. He talks you through it as he slowly eases into you, one hand gripping your hip for leverage while the other tangles into your hair.
Within minutes, you're a pile of shifting bodies, filthy sounds, and sweet praises as the two men take their fill. Isshin comes first — quickly — once Shunsui joins in and your cunt grows all the tighter. But your husband continues to mount you for longer, collapsing into Isshin's place as he moves out of the way. It only ends when Shunsui's cum mixes with Isshin's, each of their loads sliding messily from their respective stretched holes.
The room is silent for all of ten seconds before Isshin breaks it. "You alright if I go another round on her?" he asks, spitting on his palm as he starts to massage his softening dick, "dunno the next time I'll get to do this."
"Uh-huh, fuck her as much as ya want. She'll let y'know when it's too much." Shunsui runs a hand down the small of your sweat-slicked back and cups your ass, biting down on the soft flesh. You squeak on instinct, but your limbs are limp and your brain is mush, vision dazed and swirly.
"Ishida … are ya done staring or what?!" For the first time since he joined in, Isshin looks back to his friend: still fully clothed, still composed, still unimpressed.
"If she wants it she can come here," Ryūken shrugs, "I won't beg for a whore's attention."
Shunsui laughs dryly. "Heh, watch it. There's a difference between dirty talk and disrespect."
"You called her 'the sluttiest pussy in The Seireitei'. What, exactly, is the difference?" Ryūken lifts a brow, clearly knowing the answer to his rhetorical question, but posing it regardless. "You call it dirty talk, I call it truth." Shunsui's good eye narrows. "But — widowers like me … whores are our specialty. At least this one came with a background check, and I didn't have to pick her up on the streets."
He finally strides forward, long, lithe limbs carrying him across the small room. You're limp on the mattress, naked body slumped on the crumpled sheets, curling into Isshin's soft touch as he runs a hand down the slope of your calf.
"Too tired already?" Shunsui asks, dipping his head down to yours, kissing the side of your head. "Y'alright?"
"Yea I'm ok…" you smile sweetly and nuzzle into him, just as Isshin starts to probe at your sloppy cunt, thick fingers burying themselves down to the knuckle. "I wanna taste you, Sunny—"
"I want her mouth," Ryūken interrupts, reaching for the buckle on his pants, "it's the only hole that hasn't been fucked open yet."
"Gah, he's mean!" Shunsui complains, "learn some manners, Quincy, or get outta here —"
"Of course you have to bring that up," Ryūken grunts, belt dangling open, now, as he unzips his trousers, "bad enough I'm fuckin' a whore … but a Soul Reaper whore's a new low..."
"Ishida," Isshin warns, "this some kinda weird foreplay for ya or somethin'? Stop bein' so mean."
"She can take it," Ryūken's cock finally springs free, though the rest of his body remains clothed, unlike the other two shamelessly nude men. He bundles your hair up with a stern hand, yanking on it by the roots, tilting your face at various angles as if inspecting its worth. "Right, Mrs. Kyōraku? If you're fine with getting whored out by your husband, then you can handle me being a little mean?"
Before you can answer, he's tilting his hips toward your mouth, poking his tip between your waiting lips. "Hope this throat isn't gaping open like her cunt and ass," Ryūken grumbles.
Shunsui watches you take the man's length with ease. It's not that he's small, but he's certainly working with a … human endowment. You slurp at him with no real passion — just going through the motions — and the way this man is boring you is almost as great of an offense as Yhwach's reign of terror onto The Soul Society. (Maybe Shunsui wouldn't have made such a joke if he were sober, but alas, he was drunk on both pussy and liquor, and the Quincy was putting him in a bad mood….)
"Y'r complainin' an awful lot about my wife's pussy. Is it safe t'say you won't be partaking?"
"Keep it," Ryūken grunts, his second hand joining his first as he clasps it over your head to bring you down his length with even more force.
Shunsui scoffs, deciding to ignore the third man, turning an eye toward the pace that Isshin is fucking you with on his fingers. He notices where your husband's attention has gone, and smirks. "She's clenchin'," he reveals, "she misses us."
"Of course she does," Shunsi shuffles next to Isshin so he can get a better view, spreading you apart and huffing under his breath. "Best view in the world," he praises, "how about it, old friend? Should we test if her cunt can take us both? She took Kensei and I … y'shoulda seen it. And she had Zaraki in her ass. I dunno how she does it."
"Heh, invite me to that party next time."
"Now that I know you're interested … and that y'still know how to make my lady feel good …" his eyes flash dangerously to Ryūken, who ignores the exchange as he continues to abuse your practiced mouth.
The side effect of their ramblings and Ryūken's treatment is that you're torn from your daze, reigniting your hunger. Uninspired by Ryūken's attempt at distancing himself from reality, you instead try to focus on Shunsui and Isshin, arching your back for them, wiggling around teasingly.
The combination of Isshin's rough fingers and your husband's firm grasp has you dripping anew. You feel Shunsui lift you up a little so he can slide beneath you, and suddenly you can see his face beneath your own, partially concealed by Ryūken's cock. He cranes to the left so you can get a full view of his handsome features, and he winks charmingly … and you fall in love all over again. You hum in greeting, sliding one of your hands onto his muscled chest, rubbing a thumb across the soft hair, there.
His attention shifts from your face to his task at hand. The sound of Ryūken's balls slapping your chin is loud in his ears as he slides inside first, the feeling so familiar and unmistakable —an easier fit than usual on account of Isshin's prior use. But, he's still snug, and he reaches even deeper, expelling the air from your lungs deliciously.
When Shunsui establishes his place, Isshin joins him. His left hand grips the flesh of your hips as his right grasps his length and guides it into your occupied channel. You'd moan if it weren't for Ryūken's relentless face-fucking … you'd lean down to kiss your husband and let him have his way with you … let Isshin shower you with filthy praise. But you can't do that, and you're overwhelmed, and the stretch is a lot. Isshin's pace is increasing, his chest pressed against your back, hands full of your tits as he rocks into you. Shunsui's hands are firmly planted on your hips, mouth attached to whatever skin's nearby.
"Your whore's throat feels good, Kyōraku," Ryūken grunts, "I could fuck it all night."
"Please don't," Shunsui grumbles, "I'm tired of seein' your balls in my face. And I wanna look at my lady properly."
"Shoulda thought about that before sharing her."
"You're never bein' invited back, y'know that right?"
"Don't care," Ryūken huffs. He watches eagerly as drool drips down your chin and as fat tears stream down your cheeks. "She's wrecked. Bet she can hardly breathe stuffed full of so much cock." To add to his point, he pinches your nose shut, glasses slipping down his nose. His cheeks are flushed red, jaw set in concentration. "More like a damn concubine than a wife. No wife should be this slutty—"
Shunsui stills as you pinch the skin on his chest, tugging at it roughly. You'd talked about this safeguard before — a long, long time ago — but never had you actually used it.
"Isshin, pull out now," Shunsui commands, "and Quincy, let her breathe and step back."
Isshin does as he's told immediately, slipping out of you with a concerned look on his face. Ryūken lets you breathe again — through your nose, at least— but he ignores the other order. "I'm close," he grumbles, "and whores aren't supposed to quit —"
Shunsui's out of you instantly, and just as soon as he's on stable footing his fist collides with Ryūken's jaw. You're finally free from his clutches, gasping for air, glaring angrily at the man now cradling a bruised face and bloodied lip. He's lucky that Shunsui's strength is inhibited by a gigai, or else he'd be far worse for wear.
"Get out," Shunsui snaps. "Now." He looks toward Isshin with a kinder eye, though stern — "and you too, Kurosaki. Sorry, but —"
"No, he can stay if he wants…" your voice is raspy, but strong. "Just … I don't want him here."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
Shunsui glances toward Isshin, who shrugs. Ryūken scoffs in disbelief and tucks himself back in, pushing a hand through his hair. Without a word he departs — not dramatically, but with emphasis on his annoyance — and the room is quiet.
Ever attentive, Shunsui — still on alert — drags you into his arms, searching your face for traces of discomfort. Isshin sits back a little awkwardly, averting his gaze from the sweet scene. "You alright?"
"I'm okay," you nod, eyes flitting down to his cock with disappointment. The events had caused him to soften, and that just wouldn't do. "He was no fun, and mean, and he was upsetting you. It's our anniversary. We don't have to put up with that." You glance over your shoulder and narrow your eyes at your well-mannered guest playfully. "No more Quincies. They're too severe."
"I dunno what came over him," Isshin scratched the back of his head, eyes downcast. "Sorry about —"
"It's okay, I think I know what was going on." You smile sweetly and plant a firm kiss on Shunsui's mouth before making your way back over to Isshin. He's still erect — cock shiny with a combination of your juices and his — heavy and welcoming. Your core blooms heat as you press a hand onto his chest, thick and dusted with hair, not unlike your husband's. His lips quirk into a surprised smile as he lets you lower him into the bed, slotting his hips between your thighs.
"Sunny, I want you too," you call to your husband, rubbing yourself along Isshin's length needily. "Want both."
You hear him approach, fist slick and gliding along his shaft, bed shifting beneath his weight as he moves in behind you. He nips at your neck, breath warm across your skin.
"Should we pick up where we left off then?" He asks, rubbing up against your back with his now hardened length. "Want us to open up that pretty pussy?"
"Yeah," you murmur breathlessly, "please. Want it."
"Still so greedy," Isshin chuckles huskily, "how often was I over back when I was Captain, huh?"
"At least once every coupl'a weeks," Shunsui snorts, watching the other man's dick push into you, ears perking up at your moan, no longer muffled by Ryūken's cock. "Remember the first time? Lasted a whole weekend."
"Couldn't forget it even if I tried," Isshin's mouth captures your breast hungrily, doing his best to distract you as Shunsui's cock joins his, their dizzyingly thick lengths sliding against each other as they wedge you open.
"Heh, she practically melted into the mattress," Shunsui reminisces, "had to get a new one after that. Made a mess."
"I was dry for a week. Emptied my balls all over that pretty face … I don't even know how many times."
"She's cute as a button all covered in cum," Shunsui reaches around you to press two fingers against your throbbing clit. He and Isshin groan in unison as you clench around them, whining at the overstimulation. "Ohh quit y'r whining. Ya can't fool us," Shunsui sucks at the flesh of your neck meanly, gulping as he feels Isshin's pace increase, their cocks squeezed together by your unrelenting grip. "Fuck, Kurosaki," Shunsui grits out, "won't last too long if ya keep goin' like that."
"What, old age slow ya down?" Isshin snickers, "can't recover like ya used to?"
"Oh, I can recover just fine," Shunsui rebuts, increasing the own roll of his hips to make a point. Isshin catches your mouth in a sloppy kiss, messy and needy, as Shunsui reaches back down to your clit and gives it some proper attention, not relenting, even as you twitch and squirm. Your protests are smothered by Isshin's kisses, and your thighs tremble as their cocks shift against each sensitive nook and cranny.
Just like old times, the three of you last until the early morning. You're swapped between them in a variety of positions, overstimulated to hell and back, though they aren't fairing much better. Isshin finally calls it quits after he paints your chest with his fourth load. He kisses you in a sleepy silence, whispering 'happy anniversary, ya freaks' before dressing and slipping out into the hallway.
Now alone, you and Shunsui ring in your 328,726th day together the same way you did your first … in each other's arms, wholly consumed, and hopelessly, desperately in love.
dew yaps: if this feels awkwardly paced, it's because it is. i wrote different sections of this across different days and then tried to sloppily piece it together and wrap it up after a soulcrushing day at work ... anyway ...
this technically concludes the shunsui x shared wife series! i still have to write 'act two' (tbd) and tomorrow i will post a darker, alternate ending. but this is the "end".
