~Welcome to the 13th division!~
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You've reached the private quarters of Ukitake taicho. Ugendo is his priority, but I welcome you into our home. Would you like a cup of tea while we wait for his return? Children are not allowed in these official offices, so any shinigami under 18, please exit the premises.
My husband is a man of duty, and as his wife, there are policies I expect to be upheld when being called on. You may address me as Lady Ukitake or Choko, depending on your station. For urgent matters, please use the 'tea time' button to send a quick message.
I hope your stay here is comfortable. ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚
Summary: A heavy downpour is the perfect excuse to leave your clothes at the door, right?
Pairing: Ukitake x Fem! Reader
Note: This is my first time writing for an event so I hope you all like it!
“Don’t rush now!”
Ukitake places a hand on your waist to stagger your pace, but also to keep you close. The umbrella he’d brought along for your stroll did little to shield you both from the rain, but you found that you didn’t mind it much.
Heavy summer rains like this, where the drops were warm, and eased the earth into releasing that sweet smell of wet soil was one of your favorite things. Not to mention the romance of it all, clinging to your beloved’s sleeve, his scent mixing with the rain as you both try your best to stay under the umbrella. A breeze picks up by the time you make it to your quarter’s courtyard, fat raindrops dotting the surface of the koi pond, and you lean closer to Ukitake for warmth, his skin slick and his clothes sopping.
Once inside the house, Ukitake closes the umbrella and leaves it on the porch before sliding the door closed with a sigh of relief. Both of you are dripping, a small puddle of water forming on the wooden floor of your living room. Ukitake tsks as he looks at you, nurturing instincts kicking in.
“You’re soaking wet, my dear,” he remarks as he appraises you. “Were you trying to stay under the umbrella at all?”
“I keep telling you we need a bigger one.” You reply gaily, though your teeth are chattering from the chill of your clothes. Ukitake frowns.
“Let me get a towel.”
He’s about to walk into the kitchen when you grab his sleeve. “You’re going to get water everywhere,” you point out, and he hums thoughtfully.
“Hmm…You have a point. So what do you propose we do about that?”
Such simple words, but when spoken by him in that deep, low purr, your body becomes alert, suddenly aware of his every move. His hand reaches out to sweep away some of the wet hair sticking to your shoulder, and you shiver, not entirely from the cold.
“Well?” He prompts, closing the distance between you both, his arms snaking around your waist to draw you against him. A crimson blush immediately stains your face, elevating when he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. You breathe sharply at the contact, helpless to move away from him.
“My dear, if the plan is to stand there while you continue to redden like a rose, then I fear we’ll both catch a cold.” Ukitake teases you, amused by how easily you melt into his arms, at the little sigh that falls from your lips as he holds you close.
His words have the desired effect, and you’re goaded into action, despite feeling like all your extremities had grown clumsy. Feeling like your fingers were wrapped up in mittens, you reach to push hair away from his pale face, trying not to shy away from the intensity in his green eyes as he observes you, waiting keenly for your next move.
“I suppose…we could…discard our clothes here…” you murmur, and his eyes darken at the thought.
“Is that so? Are there no other solutions?” His mouth starts to string little kisses along the column of your neck, licking raindrops off your skin, which has started to heat up from his touch. Delightful, liquidy pulls begin in your stomach as he kisses you, and you clear your throat before speaking.
“None,” you affirm, earning you a look of approval.
“The lady has deemed it so. Perhaps she should take the initiative?”
You glance up and he’s smirking at you, eyebrows raised in a gesture of playful challenge. Unwilling to give him the satisfaction, you train your eyes on the V where the fabric of his yukata meets, hiding the creamy skin and lean muscles you knew lay beneath. Forcing your hands to remain steady, you grasp the obi and pull, watching it loosen inch by tantalizing inch as it falls apart.
Ukitake watches with patience, but his blood is running hot at the act, something he considers to be incredibly intimate and deeply personal. Coupled with the obvious hesitation and bashfulness, he couldn’t help but wonder how a man was supposed to stay calm when presented with such temptation.
With a soft slither, the obi falls to the floor, and his yukata begins to separate at the waist. You carefully hook your fingertips into the separation and pull it apart, heartbeat quickening as you see the thin layers he wore underneath it, tiptoeing to push the wet garment off his broad shoulders. It lands with a splat, and you work on the under-layers, not daring to look at his face and stumble.
When all that’s left is his underwear, your hands stall, and Ukitake takes them in his, bringing them to his hands for a kiss.
“I think that’s enough hmm?” He pulls away and pads into the kitchen to retrieve a fresh towel, and you’re left standing, fully clothed, and unable to suppress the rising heat in your belly. He had done nothing this entire time, letting you go at your own pace, but the whole thing has made you hot and flushed, your mind filled with wicked possibilities.
You nearly jump when you hear his return, eyes unable to stop themselves from taking in his graceful form, tall and leanly muscled, his long, white hair flowing down his back. Was this man really yours?
His eyes glitter playfully, but there’s a tender quality to them that makes you yearn; to feel his hands on your breasts, between your legs, with his mouth everywhere else.
“Turn around,” he says softly, and when you do, he begins to dry your pretty locks, the touch electrifying. Was he doing this on purpose? Was he aware of your body’s reaction to him? How it tingled with every innocent movement, how it trembled each time his naked body brushed against the back of your clothes? You glance down and feel a zing of embarrassment as you see how your nipples have pebbled, not entirely from the cold. He would have seen them, of course. Grateful that your back is turned, you fix your gaze on the little bonsai pots sitting on the window ledge, rushes of heat running through you as Ukitake works on the lower lengths of your hair.
“You must be cold, my love,” he says softly, and your heart jolts. He’s waiting for an answer, and you know it. You pivot slowly in his arms until you’re facing him, and take the towel from his hands.
“Maybe we should switch roles?” You ask and start to work on his scalp. A chuckle emanates deep within his chest, and you gather the courage to move closer.
“I think that’s a fantastic idea.” As you busy yourself with his hair, his hands start to undress you. You tremble as each layer is removed, until you stand in nothing but your panties. His warm palms rest at your waist, the slight touch tickling you as you focus on his hair. You’re close enough to press a kiss to his neck, but Ukitake is quicker with his actions.
You resist the urge to jump as he cups your breasts, giving the soft flesh a little squeeze, groaning as he feels your perked nipples against his palms. You let the towel rest around his shoulders, and finally give in, letting your mouth find his.
The quiet pitter-patter of raindrops can be heard on the roof as you kiss, tasting tea on his lips, his scent comforting and familiar as you angle your head, sampling as much of him as possible. His thumbs start to work little circles on the very tips of your hardened nipples, you little whimpers of pleasure swallowed by his mouth. When his tongue brushes yours, you draw closer to him, arms tightening around his neck.
“Was this the plan all along?” he asks pokingly as you break apart, your nipples aching with desire. Chuckling at the hazy look in your eyes, Ukitake scoops you up in his arms and carries you into the bedroom. The bed was warm and inviting, a pleasant change from the chill of the living room. His body covers yours, as he places open-mouthed kisses on your neck and between your breasts before finally drawing one of your swollen nipples into his mouth.
You cry out at the soft pull, at the drag of his teeth on the sensitive bud as his hand dips underneath your panties, a pleased noise of approval escaping his throat when he finds you wet and swollen.
You’re helpless, unwilling to move away, legs spreading unashamedly as his thumb starts to circle your clit, while two of his long, slim fingers enter your sex. The stretch has your mind melting, becoming a pool of lust as he strokes that sensitive area of nerves deep within, as his thumb stimulates you on the outside. Your nipples are covered with his saliva as he takes turns alternating between them, your sweet cries of passionate struggle music to his ears.
When you orgasm, it feels like the world was falling apart, nothing existing except your own pleasure and Ukitake’s skilled fingers as he pulls every last drop of delight from your body. Panting, you lie comfortably on the bed, snuggling into his body as Ukitake licks his fingers clean, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.
The sight of you on his bed like this, naked and wanting, skin glowing from your post orgasmic glow was only turning him on even more; he wants to mark you, wreck you, until he’s all you know. As he strips off his underwear, you can’t help but stare at him, at the length and veins, even though you’d seen it all before. Your core flutters impatiently at the sight, and your mind wants to beg for him to fill you, to claim you primally.
Tenderly, Ukitake kisses your forehead and cheeks, watching your face for signs of hesitation, but you only grip his shoulders in response, and he shivers as he starts pushing into you. Your body stretches around him, mewling and leaving half moon impressions in his back as your nails bite into him. The soft, velvety heat of your sex was addictive, enveloping his cock as he sheathes himself to the hilt. You moan and wrap your legs around him invitingly, and that’s all he needs before he starts to thrust, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.
Outside, the rain continues to pound, its intensity almost mimicking the storm of desires filling the bedroom. The wind whistles as your breaths combine, your bodies becoming greedy as you make love. And it continues to rain long after Ukitake finishes, groaning as thick ropes of his seed fill your pulsing cunt.
They made you squirt while mercilessly & roughly pounding your poor cunt in a mean matting press, almost on the verge on passing out. Hitting your most sensitive spot, until out of sudden your juices gushed all over their big cock. Seeing your shy flustered state, hiding yourself under the pillow spurs them on even more. Letting out an low rough turned on growl, eyes darkening as they fuck you even harder & deeper while gripping your chin forcing to look at them.
„Come on Baby, don’t be ashamed. Show me how good my cock makes your pussy feel and squirt on me again.“
Urahara, Shinji, Shunsui, Ukitake ༯
Making you bounce up and down on their hard slick length while they guide your movements, rocking your hips back and forth on them. Suddenly thrusting their cock deep up into your pussy while circling your clit, your release spraying all over their abdomen and dick. A smug grin plastered on their panting face as they lick their fingers clean. You hide your face in embarrassment in your hands whining, while they gently stroke your thighs in a comforting manner.
„Now that was amazing princess. How about you ride my face now to let me get a taste, will ya?“
Byakuya, Ryuken, Jugram, Coyote ༯
Thrusting slow but sensually deep into your cunt in the missionary position while holding intense eye contact with you. Feeling your pussy clenching around them, signaling that you are about to cum. They didn’t expected your orgasm to be so intense, that your release even hit their thighs and coated their cock in your slick juices. Quick raise of an eyebrow and a cocky smile flashing their face, looking down at your reddened cheeks.
„Who knew that my pretty girl could do that? But not gonna lie, why won’t you do it again?“
Mayuri, Nnoitra, Szayel ༯
Fingering your wet aching pussy with their slender fingers, tongue teasing your sensitive clit. A sudden wave of ecstasy hits you as they curled their digits inside of you and spat onto your pussy. Just to make you shoot your release all over their face, coating them with your sticky cum. Bashfully looking up at your embarrassed excused face and letting out a low chuckle, while patting your puffy cunt in a mocking way.
„My my… did my fingers make you feel this good doll? Why don’t we try if you could do this again while i fuck you?“
Fresh tea on a small tray. The calming noise of the koi as they flit through the pond. A slightly cold evening breeze. His hands on my skin, undoing my yukata. His lips taste like the mint from the tea. His hair hides my blush from the rest of the world as he draws me on his lap. Our sighs mix, our bodies merge as the night darkens. And still, I'm insatiable. Needy for his mouth, his fingers, his heat as it presses into me. I'm not complete without him. My addiction, my obsession...Mine.
What has been circulating around the Soul Society recently?
Oh nothing much but a short 30 second video of your pussy riding his fat cock, zoomed in so it ain’t showing your faces but capturing the messy wet details of your leaking wide-stretched hole.
Now everyone in the Seireitei is jerking off to that video without knowing who is in the video.
His lips are at your ear and it feels like the whole room is a sauna. Sweat drips down your forehead and body.
You couldn’t stand it anymore.
The teasing had gone on for a while. You can’t understand how calm he is; his skin is cool against yours.
“Ju…Jushiro,” you whimper as his thumb gently plays with the knot of nerves between your folds.
“Hmm?” He leisurely kisses your neck and brings his head down to your nipple. A moan escapes your lips as he gently sucks, putting the right amount of pressure as his thumb keeps up a steady, circular motion.
He pulls away from the hardened peak. “Yes, my sweet flower?”
“I…can you…” You can barely get the words out. You feel the peak building slowly, the tension slowly coming to a crescendo. The nerves around your clit had already had gentle spasms, but you were waiting for the big one.
“Shh..I know. I know. But trust me. A little bit of patience can make things so much better…”
You almost cry with frustration, but you don’t dare say anything to stop it.
So close…
You feel your entrance wet with anticipation, and it keeps spasming on nothing. You need something to fill the void.
“Can…you please…”
“A little longer, darling. You can do that, right? For me?”
This softly dominating side of his was the best and worst thing you’ve ever experienced. If he had been into the rough, it would have been easier because you could have yelled and sworn at him. But Jushiro Ukitake was not a rough man. His requests were gentle, and you can’t find the will to say no or demand things from him. Because when he started, he took his time, and nothing in the world could rush him, even if you were begging.
“Not yet, my sweet flower. I know your body. You’ll enjoy it much more if you hold on for another minute…I promise…I know…A little patience, my dear…it’ll happen…I promise you it will…”
Your entrance was spasming now, begging for something to grip onto. Noticing this, he softly inserts one of his beautiful long fingers, followed by another. The relief was so profound that you gasped loudly, letting him fill you, the muscles clenching desperately around his digits.
“Almost…another minute…Count now …58…57…”
You count down in your head. At about 40 seconds, you feel him move, and before you could understand, you feel his tongue press against your clit. Your whole body arches into his mouth, and he puts a hand on your hip to hold you in place.
Steady.
You will your thighs to stay open, moaning loudly. His tongue moves in time with his fingers, which he curves upward against your walls, hitting the right spot inside you.
31…30…29…
His tongue moves according to the seconds. Your face is flushed, and your body is ripe for a climax.
10…9…8…
“Ah…”, your moaning grows louder. “Jushiro…”
3…2…1
Wave after wave of gentle pleasure breaks over you. The breath is stolen from your mouth as you ride it. Every part of you is aching with the pleasure he brought. His tongue keeps moving until you ride the last wave, feeling your spasms calm down. Once he’s sure you’re done, he places a soft, tender kiss to your clit and comes back up to your mouth. He kisses you tenderly, drawing you close to his body.
“How was it?”
“Amazing.”
“I told you. You’ll learn.” He pushes strands of hair away from your face. “Patience is important in everything.”
All you can do is chuckle weakly as he pulls you in for another kiss.
How beautiful it is to be Ukitake's sub. To know he seeks you after a hard day, how he craves your body, the loving way he undoes your yukata while telling you to assume the position.
To feel those long fingered, calloused hands run down your spine, up the curve of your raised bottom as he tells you how prety you look on the floor like this, how soft and pink your pussy is as he traces your swollen little pearl, already covered in slick.
How gently he gathers your hair back before nudging his tip into your clenching entrance, sheathing himself to the hilt, the soft tug on your scalp, the euphoric feeling of him using you as his cock drags along your walls only fueling his desire and yours.
There's pride as he claims you, as he whispers how good of a cocksleeve you are, that you're doing your duty as the perfect wife to a captain of the Gotei 13, rewarding you with headpats and a warm load of seed, fulfilling your purpose to him.
And afterwards he'll neatly reset your clothes, fix your hair and have the tea ready in time for company. His wife needs to look presentable after all, even when you're sitting cross-legged, trying not to squirm on the plug he's inserted to ensure he's not spilling out of you as you make small talk.
For the first ever Soul Society Event, I bring to you Summer Extravaganza!
Fandom: Bleach
Dates: August 3rd, 2025 - August 12th, 2025
About: A summer themed event to celebrate the season.
Accepted Media Types: Fanfiction and Fanart
Guidelines
No AI works allowed.
NSFW works are allowed as long as they are tagged appropriately and you are aware of the risks of posting such works.
Any and all pairings are okay! Canon/canon, canon/reader, canon/oc, etc. As long as the pairings do not include an adult/minor relationship, everything else is okay!
All entries must use the tag #soulsocietyevents.
Reblogs of older works and posts marked as mature will need to include @soulsocietyevents . (All posts including this would be great but especially these.)
Having the event you are writing for labeled somewhere in your post would be great be not required.
Late posts (as long as labeled with the event's name) and re-using older works that fit the prompts is okay!
You do not have to do all the dates. Picking and choosing is okay! Even doing just one is perfectly fine! These events exist to promote creation and fun.
*•.¸♡ Thinking about FIRST NIGHT WITH JUSHIRO UKITAKE
A/N: This is a last minute entry to @bleachsmutfest for today. I went a little bit over 100 words. Whoops.
CW: There is no detailed sex but it's heavily implied.
The cool metal of his ring sent shivers down her spine. The sensation of metal against her skin was foreign, the tiny little circular jewelry sitting on his finger creating a whole new feeling with its mere existence. Jushiro's hand ran up her bare thigh, fingers curling around her knees and pulling them apart to allow room for himself.
"You are sensitive tonight, my love." He murmured, his long locks falling across his shoulder and draping around them like a curtain.
She shivered again as the jewelry pressed against her calf, his hands hoisting her legs to sit on his shoulders. His green eyes flickering to his hands then back to hers, the tips of his ears warming slightly at the realization.
"Oh. I see."
The new piece of jewelry sitting on his finger didn't go unforgotten that night. That was for sure.
