*lưu ý:tên địa danh chỉ là bịa,vẫn theo nguyên tắc Toshiro 1m34 như tác giả kubo confirm,Gremmy 1m55
Con đường núi quanh co kéo dài bất tận, mây trắng lững lờ trôi qua những sườn đồi xanh ngắt. Sóng điện thoại chập chờn, tiếng còi xe quen thuộc của thành phố cũng hoàn toàn biến mất,những cơn gió se lạnh cùng làn sương mù dày bao phủ vào buổi sớm mai trên bản làng xa xôi.
Nơi này yên tĩnh đến lạ.
Yên tĩnh đến mức Toshiro nghe được cả tiếng gió luồn qua những rặng tre bao phủ hai bên giống như bức tường thành màu xanh từ thiên nhiên.
"Cậu đặt phòng ở homestay nhà bà Lan à?"
Bác lái xe hỏi.
Toshiro gật đầu
"Vâng"
"Thế chắc sẽ gặp Gremmy."
"Gremmy?"
"Thằng bé nghệ nhân dệt thổ cẩm trong bản ấy. Đầu óc lúc nào cũng như người trên trời vậy"
Hôm đó cậu gặp Gremmy là lúc đi chợ phiên vào buổi sớm mai,không khí se lạnh cùng với làn sương dày khiến thân hình nhỏ bé của Toshiro khẽ run lên vì lạnh,từng cơn gió thổi qua mang theo khí hậu lạnh ở vùng núi cao.
Trên con đường đất đỏ vàng đặc trưng loại đất feralit của vùng núi Tây Bắc(bản Nà Mây cũng nổi tiếng là cao nguyên trên đá vôi). Ở góc chợ nhộn nhịp,gian hàng thủ công nằm ở góc khuất, hơi tách biệt so với những tiếng cười nói ồn ào. Toshiro dừng chân trước một khoảng không gian nhỏ, nơi có cậu trai đang ngồi thu mình bên khung dệt trong gian hàng nhỏ treo đầy những miếng thổ cẩm và những đồ lưu niệm thủ công,tay luồn chỉ dệt ra những mặt hàng thủ công tinh xảo,mái tóc vàng hoe vì nắng núi. Da cậu trắng mịn một cách lạ lùng giữa vùng núi — không rám nắng như những chàng trai khác, mà trắng muốt nhờ suốt ngày ngồi trong nhà dệt và vẽ họa tiết dường như chẳng đi nương rẫy bao giờ. Đôi mắt đỏ như rượu ngô dưới nắng chiều, tập trung vào từng sợi chỉ.
Hoa văn trên những miếng thổ Cẩm đó đẹp,tinh xảo đầy hoa văn thường thấy của những bộ đồ dân tộc của người H’Mông,cũng có vài họa tiết nhưng chưa. Từng thấy giống như ngọn núi,mây hay thậm chí là những ngôi sao trên trời đêm như thể cậu hái xuống rồi thêu lên miếng thổ cẩm.
Toshiro ngẩn người hơi lâu trước gian hàng của cậu
“Cậu nhìn lâu thế có định mua không?”
Giọng nói của Gremmy vang lên khiến Toshiro bừng tỉnh khỏi dòng suy nghĩ ngẩn ngơ về cậu mà hơi ngại ngùng nhìn đông ngó tay rồi cứng ngắc cầm chiếc khăn thổ cẩm đẹp nhất-họa tiết trên đó là một bầu trời đêm với những ngôi sao đang rơi, xen lẫn sương mù và núi non mờ ảo vừa quen vừa lạ.
Tags: painting your nails with Mayuri, but make it sexy. Usage of Master for Mayuri and Pet for Reader. Reader is maybe a little bratty? Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy!
You rolled over in bed, eyes fluttering open, and you peeked through the strands of hair feathered across your face. Across the room, Mayuri was sitting at his desk, a simple yukata hanging off his shoulders. He was painting his nails, looking down in concentration.
You watched for a moment before sitting up, the blanket falling off your bare frame.
"Will you paint my nails, too?" Your eyes were locked on Mayuri.
He didn't look up. Scoffing softly, he said, "Honestly, you can't paint your own nails?"
You pouted. "But I want you to do it. Please, master Mayuri?" Your voice was soft, playful pleading.
Mayuri sighed, side eyeing you for a long moment. Taking in your pouty lips, doe eyes, the bruises blossoming on your skin from last night's activities.
"I indulge you far too much, pet. You know that, yes?"
The pout quickly turned to a smile. "I know, master, and I'm very grateful. So you'll paint my nails for me?"
"Come here, you silly creature. Really, I spoil you. Far too much, it seems." He looked back down as he applied the last coat to the last of his own fingernails.
You stood and padded to him, and when he looked up at you, you planted yourself in his lap, smiling adoringly up at him.
"Black or blue?" He asked, one arm snaking around your waist to pull you back into him, flush against his chest.
You hummed, considering.
Mayuri lightly tapped your side with his fingers, like he was drumming them on his desk. "I don't have all day, pet. I do have work to do and you're keeping me from it."
"Blue."
"Hands on the desk. And don't wiggle around too much, or I'll tie you up to finish the job."
"Do you promise?" You chirped, eyes lit up.
"I'll tie you up, paint your nails, and leave you in the kitchen cupboard all day until I'm home from the lab. Gagged. Do you understand?"
You did your level best not to giggle, nodding seriously. "Yes, master Mayuri."
Mayuri unscrewed the top of his dark blue polish, and you laid your hands on his desk, fingers splayed. He leaned a bit, looking over your shoulders as he started painting your nails. You watched his hands, steady fingers holding the polish applicator, smooth strokes coloring your nails. You did your best to stay still for him. Until the arm that was around your waist dropped lower, and his free hand started kneading your hip.
Biting your lip, you tried hard not to react. Not to move a muscle, sit there like a good pet should. But when his fingers started brushing your skin in a tickling way, you twitched.
"I thought my order was very clear." Mayuri rasped in your ear. "I think you want to spend all day in the cupboard. It'll be very lonely in there, pet."
"You're cheating." You whined softly, the pout coming right back to your soft lips. "You're not being fair and you know it."
"When have I ever played fair? You know better than that, you silly thing." He replied, warm breath gently fanning against your ear.
You went back to biting your lip, staring at Mayuri's hands to try to ground yourself as his free hand traveled up, up, up, one fingernail lightly brushing a circle around your nipple.
A garbled whimper bubbled up from your throat. Goosebumps rose on your arms, shivers ran down your spine. You curled your toes but otherwise did your best to stay still. Breathing through your nose, trying to focus while this awful man teased you.
"One hand down. Now let's start on the next one, shall we? Do you think you can keep still, pet, or should I get the ropes from the chest?"
You swallowed, hard. He was testing you and teasing you and you hated it and loved him for it at the same time. You nodded.
He pinched your nipple, tweaking the now pebbled bud and tugging. "Words."
Every nerve lit up and you sucked in a breath, sharp, between your teeth. "I-I can sit still, master, I promise I will. Please keep painting my nails. Please?"
Mayuri switched arms, looping one around your waist again while the other dipped the polish wand in the bottle of swirling blue and started on your other hand. The ambidextrous bastard. Once again, he kneaded the soft flesh of your hip. Once again, you resisted the urge to squirm in his lap.
You felt the daze coming over you, Mayuri's fingers almost hypnotizing you while he worked. Your lip was sore from being worked by your teeth. Skin alight under Mayuri's teasing, featherlight touches now trailing up your side again, nails scraping almost gently over your ribs.
"You're trying so hard, aren't you? You want to break so badly, I know you do, pet. You're practically panting." Mayuri muttered, his voice sending a thrill through your bones. "But you're not going to break. Good pets hold still when they're told to."
"I'm your good pet." You whimpered again, the overwhelming sensation of it all making you feel like you just might cry.
"We'll see about that." He practically cooed in your ear, one fingernail running circles around your nipple, the skin pebbling under his touch. "Two more fingers to go. You can hold out, yes? It would be such a shame for my pet to spend the day in a dark, lonely cupboard."
The muscles in your thighs were screaming from the tension. Your eyelashes felt wet. Your heart was hammering against your ribs. Fire licked your skin, the very core of you. Breaths coming in soft hitches.
One finger to go. You weren't blinking.
Mayuri applied the last bit of polish with a clean stroke, and tweaked and tugged your nipple at the same time. A cry left your mouth and you arched. You didn't have to look at him to know he was smirking, eyes glinting, amused by the torture.
"Well. You did last through the last fingernail." His version of praise.
You whined, high and almost petulant. "You're so mean."
"I also spent a part of my precious morning time painting your nails, you spoiled thing." Mayuri replied, both arms now circling your middle.
He had you there. You had gotten what you asked for. "Thank you for painting my nails for me. They're very pretty, master Mayuri."
"You're welcome. Now go get dressed. You've wasted enough of my time, pet."
You stood, and Mayuri swatted your ass with the back of his hand.
You tossed a smile over your shoulder and scurried away to get dressed, like the good pet you were.
Uryu ishida, the same man that pulls chairs for you to sit in, opens doors for you and waits at your doorstep holding a bundle of roses, being the same Uryu that’ll fuck you into the mattress, hand over your mouth as he’s verbally teasing you by your ear for how wet you get when his fathers at home, and how tight you get around him at the chance you two could get caught.
Fucking you just a little harder so he can see you react to it knowing you can barely keep your voice down, challenging you with a smirk.
Uryu Ishida who turns your head to look into your eyes, making sure you keep eye contact, slowing down whenever your gaze drifts away.
He’ll show you another side of himself entirely, and if you ever think of gossiping with Orihime or Tatsuki, they’ll just think you’re crazy, just because of how far his personality in bed can shift with you when you’ve driven him mad enough. Enough to leave you sore and weak in the legs for the day or so..
But he knows you love it, kissing your ankle as he slows his pace down, softening as he slips out, coming back with a warm towel and a drink. No one would ever know how good he treats you behind close doors, with nothing but the vibrancy of your energy giving it away when he’s out with you.
Here are some ways to get the man eating pussy like a starved man:
Wash said pussy with his favourite detergent. The smell will lure him like bees on honey. I feel like he will like the smell of lime. Don't use body wash or fragrances. Use something with anti-septic qualities. Yes it will sting a little, but it would get his face right between your legs.
Hang a hefty research grand in front of his (or pussy). He knows what application he needs to sign with his cock. It might look like a bribe or payment, but he actually is turned on with the sight of all those funds.
Play hard to get. He might not come for you but if you show a slight bit of interest in the beginning and it catches his attention for a split nanosecond and later you decide to act like he is “so whatever”, well that nanosecond was enough of an investment of his time. He is hooked and ready to explore you- both for research and sexual gratification. Continue to avoid him and reject him and hurt his ego. It will stir up his creativity on how he plans to claim you.
Be a compassionate caregiver to Nemu. Share the burden of raising her with him.
Don't kiss his ass. Not literally because he loves physical ass kissing. But don't suck up to him. He hates the fake admiration.
Bickers and banters is his love language. Degrade him once in a while. It might be a hit or a miss, depending on his mood and hormones. So you learn to smell his mood and respond from that.
Be degraded. Give him reasons to degrade you. Dress like a slut and come to work, plug your holes while in a meeting, sleep around with other staff members in front of him, follow orders and put on a leash. He won't be able to resist you.
Give him a chance. What's the worse that could happen? Your pussy is put on display? 💀
Tags: A sequel to Happy Birthday but you don't really have to read that to enjoy this. Blindfolds and massage oil. Hope y'all enjoy!
Word Count: 1,679 (longest work so far)
You had given Mayuri a wonderful, quiet birthday, and he'd spent the following day wondering how to reward you. To show you he appreciated you. Buying you a gift seemed too on the nose considering it was the day after his birthday. He mulled over this nearly all day, thoughts wandering as his fingers flew over his keyboard and his eyes scanned the various reports and data flashing across his screen.
You had cooked for him, but Mayuri couldn't return that particular favor. He was an abysmal cook. Baking was out of the question. Mayuri went over his idea of rewards, considering each one and how you'd respond to them. His own grin glinted back at him, reflected in his computer screen, when he made his decision.
-
After his shower and dinner with you, he grabbed your wrist before you could start the dishes.
You tipped your head, looking up at him curiously. "Mayuri?"
"You are coming to bed with me." Mayuri replied. There was no room for protest in his tone. His eyes were lit up, golden fire.
You knew that look. It was enough to send a shudder down your spine, make your heart thump against your ribs. You didn't say a word as Mayuri released your wrist and placed his hand on the small of your back, ushering you to the bedroom.
Mayuri led you into the room you shared and stopped you by the bed.
"Strip and lay on your stomach, pet." He said, voice even but taking on the no-nonsense tone that made your knees feel weak.
Swallowing thickly, you looked up at him. The effect this man had on you was obvious, fingers trembling with anticipation as you undressed.
The corners of Mayuri's mouth quirked up in a satisfied grin as he watched you. His eyes roved over your body - sweet skin, breasts that he couldn't help but adore, hips and an ass that made his fingers twitch with the need to grab and knead. His beautiful creature, darling pet.
"Good." He said simply when you laid on your stomach, head pillowed on your arms.
You watched curiously as your master went to one of the wardrobes. He had two - one for clothes and one for... Other, more delicious, items. He was rooting around in the second one and made a satisfied sound when he found what he was after. When he turned to you, he held two bottles and a blindfold in his hands.
You were immediately intrigued. One bottle you recognized as lube, but you weren't familiar with the other. The sheer anticipation of it all was making you press your thighs together. You didn't bother asking what he had planned.
Mayuri caught the flex of your thighs and chuckled low in his throat. "Eager thing." He said, approaching the bed. "Head up."
"Yes master."
You raised your head, and your vision went black as he tied the blindfold on. You felt him climb over you, the bed dipping under his weight as he positioned himself between your legs. Relying on touch and sound was making your body feel electric, every nerve standing to attention. Thoughts buzzing with curiosity until, oh.
Mayuri poured a generous amount of massage oil onto his palms and started working your shoulders and upper back. He watched as you melted under his touch, a pleased moan, almost a sigh, slipping past your lips. He saw your smile.
"You are being rewarded." Mayuri's voice was low. "You've been such a sweet pet. So good and obedient for me."
Heat flooded your cheeks and you knew they were turning red. He was rewarding you for his birthday dinner...?
"I-I haven't... I mean, I haven't done anything special, master." You stammered, clearly flustered.
"Yes, you have. Now hush." Mayuri clipped. "You are not going to contradict me. Do you understand?"
You gave a few short, soft nods. "Yes, sir."
"Good."
His fingers trailed lower, kneading the oil into your lower back, tender hips, the globes of your ass. If Mayuri was being honest, he was enjoying this as much as you were. Watching your flesh give under his hands, listening to the tiny sounds of pleasure you let escape you. His tongue flicked over his teeth, eyes glued to his own hands working your body.
He massaged all the way down your legs, trying not to be amused when you squirmed and whined about being ticklish. He simply hushed you again while he worked. When he was finished, he said two words. "Turn over."
It took you a few seconds to register the command and do as you were told. Your body felt more relaxed than it had ever been, your mind in the clouds. You were putty in Mayuri's hands and you both knew it. It felt like every knot your muscles had ever had were a distant memory, things of the past. Your skin felt soft and warm. It wouldn't have surprised you if you were glowing.
Mayuri eased himself once again between your legs. Gazing over your serene face, the way your breasts rose and fell with your peaceful breaths. He poured more of the oil into his palms and started working it over your chest, watched the way your lips parted in pleasure.
"Are you ready for the rest of your reward, pet?" Mayuri was almost cooing.
"Oh, we've only just begun, pet." He pressed closer, the head of his stiff cock easily slipping past your slick folds. He gave a satisfied smirk as you raised your hips, just a touch, and he palmed your breasts as he angled himself to glide the length of his cock over your clit with every rock of his hips.
A shock of pleasure ran through you, and you arched your back as you gave a throaty moan. Your fingers tangled in the sheets, your cunt clenching around nothing. Desire hit your core and you could almost feel yourself getting wetter. It took everything you had not to squirm.
Mayuri continued his attention on your clit, felt your thighs start to twitch and tense. He worked his hands down your stomach, back up your sides, fingers kneading all the way, until they traveled back down and settled at your hips. He gripped them firmly, rutting his length against your clit harder, faster.
"That's it. Cum for me, pet, cum for your master."
Your moans pitched up into desperate whimpers. Breaths hitching softly, muscles tensing, the coil in your belly getting tighter and tighter until -
"O-Oh, fuck, master!"
Your orgasm rolled over you like a wave, hips bucking against your masters cock, toes curling.
Mayuri didn't wait for you to come down before he was sliding inside, the walls of your cunt clenching and throbbing around his shaft, your arousal coating him. Sliding his hands down your thighs, he adjusted his grip behind your knees and pressed them towards your chest, holding your trembling legs open.
"That's it. Fuck, aren't you being so good for me. Not going to argue with me now, are you, pet?" He ground out. The pace he set was deliciously brutal, driving his length into your soaking cunt while you shook your head and babbled. If you hadn't been wearing the blindfold, he would have seen your eyes fluttering and nearly crossing.
"Play with that clit. Be a good pet and do as you're told."
You reached down with shaking fingers, whining out loudly when you brushed the pad of one against your swollen bud.
Mayuri tsked, stopping the thrusts of his hips with his cock buried to the hilt. "What could be the matter, pet? Is your little clit sensitive?" Condescending concern.
"Yes." You mewled pitifully. The stretch and fullness in your core was making your brain go haywire. You had been floating in a daze and your orgasm had scattered any remaining thoughts. There was only feeling - pleasure and heat and the way your master fucked you exactly the way you wanted, needed, deserved.
"That's too bad. I gave you an instruction. Follow it."
You panted, whimpered, squirmed under your master as you obediently rubbed your clit. The overstimulation coursed through your veins, a match to flame. A keening cry sang from your lips as Mayuri started thrusting into you again, adjusting his angle so every stroke hit the spot that drove you insane.
You could feel his fingers digging into your skin, his hands gripping just behind your knees. Your second orgasm was building, your cries pitching up in desperation.
"Better, yes, fuck, that's much better. That's my good pet, my beautiful little toy, taking what your master gives you. Now cum, show me how good you feel." He rasped, his own breaths starting to come quicker.
Your second orgasm struck you like lightning. You arched your back off the bed, gripped the sheets so tightly your knuckles turned white. You stammered incomprehensible noises of pain and pleasure, tears welling in your eyes behind the blindfold. Ecstasy lashed your senses.
Mayuri fucked you through it like a demon unleashed. Sweat beaded on his skin, his muscles taut beneath the sheen. He chased his release until he spilled inside you, hips stuttering to the last white hot drop. His cock gave a final twitch, and slowly, he pulled out, his length glistening.
You sagged back against the bed, skin still feeling electric, mind wonderfully blank. You barely registered Mayuri getting out of bed and gently taking off the blindfold, the rough pads of his fingers gently stroking your cheeks.
"Don't open your eyes yet."
You hummed quietly in response, sighing in relief when you felt a cool, wet rag between your legs.
Once you were cleaned up, Mayuri turned off the lights in the room and cracked the window, allowing in a stream of moonlight. He climbed back into bed and pulled you to him. Gently rubbed your back as you snuggled against his chest.
Slowly, you opened your eyes and looked up at him, giving him a sweet little smile.
"Did you enjoy your reward?" Mayuri asked, watching your eyes.
"I can't wait for your next birthday." You replied.
"Cheeky." Mayuri muttered back. But neither could he.
Here are some ways to get the man eating pussy like a starved man:
Wash said pussy with his favourite detergent. The smell will lure him like bees on honey. I feel like he will like the smell of lime. Don't use body wash or fragrances. Use something with anti-septic qualities. Yes it will sting a little, but it would get his face right between your legs.
Hang a hefty research grand in front of his (or pussy). He knows what application he needs to sign with his cock. It might look like a bribe or payment, but he actually is turned on with the sight of all those funds.
Play hard to get. He might not come for you but if you show a slight bit of interest in the beginning and it catches his attention for a split nanosecond and later you decide to act like he is “so whatever”, well that nanosecond was enough of an investment of his time. He is hooked and ready to explore you- both for research and sexual gratification. Continue to avoid him and reject him and hurt his ego. It will stir up his creativity on how he plans to claim you.
Be a compassionate caregiver to Nemu. Share the burden of raising her with him.
Don't kiss his ass. Not literally because he loves physical ass kissing. But don't suck up to him. He hates the fake admiration.
Bickers and banters is his love language. Degrade him once in a while. It might be a hit or a miss, depending on his mood and hormones. So you learn to smell his mood and respond from that.
Be degraded. Give him reasons to degrade you. Dress like a slut and come to work, plug your holes while in a meeting, sleep around with other staff members in front of him, follow orders and put on a leash. He won't be able to resist you.
Give him a chance. What's the worse that could happen? Your pussy is put on display? 💀
❤︎- cw: possibly ooc, extremely self indulgent “smut”, gn! reader, human reader, unestablished anything, pwp, finger sucking, gagging, oral / mouth focus, ulquiorra degrades reader a bit, not proof read, edging cuz this literally doesnt go any further
❤︎- wc: 765
Ulquiorra is the most observant with his eyes out of the Espada. So when he noticed your lingering stares at his hands, he had to get to the bottom of it no matter the answer.
“My hands,” he said, green eyes staring you down. “They interest you? Why?”
A dumbfounded “… Huh?” was all you managed to get out.
His eyes bored into yours, his expression unchanging. He wasn’t annoyed or impatient, waiting like he had all time time in the world. Silence fell between you both again.
“What… What do you mean??” you asked, eyes darting to side, an awkward laugh following.
“You know exactly what I mean… Well, you’ve yet to explain why to me,” he continued once more.
“So do it. Now.”
He really wasn’t going to let this go.
Now you were on your knees with him crouched down to your level, your lips parted with your tongue out.
You were about to stop the whole thing, but the moment you moved to talk he was quick.
“Keep your mouth open,” he commanded as he lifted his hand, slowly resting two fingertips on your lips. When you complied, he placed his fingertips flat on your tongue and slowly slid in.
He watched as his slender fingers disappeared into the wet, warm space, his expression unchanging.
“If I were in my Resurrección form this would surely hurt.” he stated, the fingers not inside your mouth giving a ghost of a caress before resting on your cheek.
Your hands shot out to grasp his wrist with your hands, not pulling him away or going further.
You squirmed on your knees as his fingers slid deeper, your eyes struggling to stay on his as they squinted and glossed over with tears.
“Obedience, good,” He observed followed by an empty praise, stopping just as his fingertips nearly touched the back of your throat. “Keep your eyes on mine.”
You didn’t know what to do, suck on his fingers? He was unmoving, obviously waiting for you to do something.
You were quick to fold, obviously wanting more of something you never thought would actually happen. Your lips wrapped around his fingers, tongue staying flat to wait for his move.
Then he began to experiment, going at a slow and surprisingly sensual pace, letting you suck and gag on his fingers. He watched your facial expression change, the way your tongue began to swirl around his digits the more you were encouraged.
Drool slipped past your lips as he buried himself the deepest he could go. This caused you to gag, your body going rigid.
You began to squirm on your knees, rubbing and squeezing your thighs together. Your grip on his wrists tightened but you still didn’t try to pull him out.
He pulled back just a little before moving his fingers into a scissor shape, resting his fingers on your teeth while your tongue settled between them.
Then he closed the scissors, pressing his fingers together to let you go back to slurping at his fingers. He kept his hand and fingers still this time, letting you suck and slid your tongue along his digits.
“Digusting.” Ulquiorra said outwardly, finally pulling out of your wet mouth. He stared down at his hand with a blank expression, slick with your saliva.
“Is it erotic for you?” he asked without judgement. Just that clinical curiosity he had about everything about humans, including something as strange as this.
“Did you enjoy it?”
He could see that it was giving your current state, the way it told him you definitely wanted more. The concept of there being more than meets the eye was still foreign to him.
You could feel your face burning, panting softly as the feeling of his fingers literally fucking your mouth lingered. You missed it already too!
That familiar feeling inside you: of course it turned you on. And having as someone as mysteriously hot as Ulquiorra… Yeah.
So you nodded your head, looking down. “Y-Yes… It is.” you confirmed verbally, knowing he wanted more than just a stiff nod.
“I did enjoy it.”
At first, he was quiet. And then he lifted his hand to your face, smearing your own slick spit across your cheek. Then his hand slid to the side of your throat, pressing against the beating pace of your heart.
This time, he kept his inner thoughts to himself. “That’s all I needed to know.”
And then he stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets and swiftly turned away, gone before you could comprehend him leaving.
Maybe he’ll have to go further next time.
❤︎- My apolocheese for disappearing!!! also idk what possessed me to write this, mouth wide open like i was at the denisttt
Tags: Chemically induced heat/hyperovulation. Breeding kink mentioned. Rough love making. Usage of 'pet' and 'bitch' for reader and 'master' for Mayuri.
Word Count: 1,064
Sweat pearled on your skin, making strands of hair cling to your forehead. You were burning, trembling on top of the covers of Mayuri's bed. Thoughts slow like mud, dazed, weak. The need coursing through your veins was becoming unbearable. Rubbing your thighs together didn't bring you any relief, and your orders to keep your hands above your waist was going to make your mind snap.
"Remember that you asked for this.".
You whined out loud, bringing Mayuri's pillow to your face and inhaling his scent. Overwhelmed tears soaked into the fabric as you buried your face against it. You needed him home. Needed him like your life depended on it. He had the medicine that would save you.
Mayuri took his sweet time walking home. He knew what you were going through and the thought made him smirk. He'd had just the thing when you'd admitted to him you had a breeding kink. A wonderful little pill that would induce ovulation, to the extreme. It would damn near put anyone who took it in heat. He knew by now you'd be a mess. A writhing, incoherent mess. He'd given you that little pill that morning and taken his own special medicine. A little concoction to increase his own libido and stamina. If his pet wanted to be bred, oh would he oblige.
The first thing he heard when he stepped into his house was your muffled cries. He shed his coat at the door, leaned his zanpakuto against the wall, and went straight to your shared bedroom. He was too eager to shower off his paint and he knew you weren't in the right mind to care one bit.
He stepped into the room and gazed at you. Skin shiny with sweat, flushed, entire body quivering. You were still clutching his pillow to your face like a life line.
"What could be the matter, pet?" Mayuri drawled, practically sneering.
You dropped his pillow from your face and stared up at him, lashes wet, cheeks red. A whimper bubbled up from deep in your throat. Your desperation was palpable.
"Please." Was all you could manage, your voice a broken little whisper.
The sound of your plea went straight to Mayuri's cock. He made a show of going to his make-up desk, undressing neatly, listening to you whine from the bed behind him. His own desire was lighting in his belly. He wanted you almost as badly as you needed him. And he was going to give you what you so desperately needed.
When he was finished, he turned to you. Looking into your eyes, glistening with tears, he approached the bed. You were on your back, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth. He ran his long nail down your skin, starting between your breasts, all the way to the mound of your aching cunt.
Without needing to be told, you spread your legs. Your thighs were sticky with sweat and arousal. You kept your eyes on Mayuri, whimpering just from the feeling of his nail brushing down your burning flesh. You were over salivating and you swallowed, hard.
Mayuri spread your folds with two fingers, golden eyes taking in your swollen clit and your poor hole, dripping and clenching around nothing.
"Poor thing. You must have had such a hard day." He murmured, fake sympathy edging his voice. Condescension. Ownership.
You nodded fervently, breaths hitching in your chest. "Please, master Mayuri. Please."
He tsked, flicking your clit with the tip of one finger. The simple action was enough to make you keen and he watched, satisfied, as your back arched off the mattress.
"I know exactly what my pet needs. Poor creature is in heat, she needs to be bred." He smirked, liquid gold eyes darkening. "Turn over. You need to be bred like a bitch, and I'm going going fuck you like one."
You obeyed without another word, rolling onto your stomach and raising your ass into the air for him, cheek pressed to the sheets. Your heart was hammering in your chest, anticipation making your skin crawl. Your vision was already blurry and you needed your man to fuck you until all you could see were stars.
Mayuri climbed into the bed, positioning himself behind you and fisting his now fully hard cock. The lips of your cunt were shining with arousal, you were soaking with it. He gripped your hip with one hand and lined himself up with the other. He was inside you with one fluid thrust that made you scream.
The pace he set was brutal. He pounded your cunt, thrusts unforgiving as his hips slammed against the globes of your ass. The wet, slick sounds of his cock bullying your insides were obscene. They filled the air, wormed into your brain, made you pant. Saliva dribbled past your parted lips, stained the sheets you were gripping with white knuckles. You couldn't form words, only pitiful mewls and needy cries.
Mayuri's nails dug into your hips, he gritted his teeth, gaze set on the sight of his cock filling you over and over. He reached with one hand, found your clit with the pad of one finger and started rubbing the little bud in tight circles. His first orgasm was already creeping up on him, making his muscles taut.
"Cum for me, pet. Be a good bitch and cum all over my cock." He hissed, his own breaths becoming pants.
You shattered, entire body shaking and writhing with your orgasm. Your tummy muscles tightened, thighs started shaking. Gasped and screamed with the force of it, your eyes rolling back in your head. You rocked back against Mayuri's thrusts, the need to feel him spill inside you spurring you on.
Mayuri came with a snarl when your walls squeezed around his length. He drove his cock inside until he bottomed out, held you against him by your hips while his seed coated your insides, ground against your quivering sex until the last drop left his twitching member.
When he released his hold, you collapsed forward. Lights flickered before your eyes as you lay there, chest heaving with your labored breaths. You rolled onto your side, looked up into Mayuri's glinting eyes.
"I don't know where you think you're going. We aren't done yet."
Tags: Breeding kink, chemically induced heat/hyperovulation, use of 'pet' and 'bitch' for reader. Continuation of Special Medicine.
Word Count: 659
"I don't know where you think you're going. We aren't done yet."
You swallowed, looking up at Mayuri with dazed eyes. He was staring back, golden eyes hooded by his lashes, smirking. Your gaze flickered down his body to his still-hard cock, glistening with a drop of cum pearled at the head. You couldn't help but lick your lips. If he wasn't finished, then neither were you.
Mayuri grabbed you and flipped you onto your back, positioning himself between your quaking thighs. He kissed you, hard and possessive, as he drove his cock right back where it belonged. Growled against your lips when you clutched his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin. His pace was punishing again, hips slamming against you.
He kissed and nipped his way to your ear, breath fanning against your flesh as he rasped, "This is what you wanted, isn't it, pet? To be my personal bitch for the evening?"
You clawed his shoulders and back, walls clenching and fluttering around his shaft as he filled you again and again. Arched under him, tipped your head back to show your throat, the submission pulsing through you.
"Yes." You uttered, closing your eyes. All you wanted was to feel. To be. To enjoy your master spilling against your womb until neither of you could fathom leaving his bed again.
"Good. That's my good pet, my good little cock sleeve. You'll take everything I give you and thank me for it." Mayuri ran his tongue along the shell of your ear, delighted in the way you shivered.
He pulled back just enough to look at your face. Took in your parted lips, eyes dancing behind their lids, reddened cheeks. His beautiful plaything, pliable under him, everything he could want from what was his. He supported himself on one elbow, ran his other hand down your stomach, dipped his fingers between your sopping folds and stroked your swollen clit, and groaned when your nails dug deeper into his shoulders.
"You're going to cum again for me. We want that womb nice and receptive, don't we?"
Your stuttering cries of affirmation were music to his ears. He clenched his teeth when your cunt squeezed his shaft, breathing heavily through his nose. He was finally breaking a sweat. His pet squirming under him was driving him to his own second release. The way you panted, arched, rocked your hips to the rhythm of his thrusts. Art in sinful motion.
Your second orgasm rolled through you, left you gasping and breathless under your master. Muscles tensed, toes curling as you bucked and moaned wantonly. More tears sprung to your eyes as you clung to Mayuri, the only thing you were sure was solid. Real.
Mayuri's hand flew from your sex to your throat, squeezed firmly as he kissed you again. The coil in his belly snapped as he thrust once, twice, and bottomed out. His hips stuttered as he filled you again, ropes of seed filling your quivering hole. He stayed fully inside as he leaned back and looked down at you.
Your eyes opened slowly, vision as fuzzy as your thoughts. You looked up into Mayuri's eyes and smiled, sated and soft.
Mayuri's hand eased from your throat to cup your face. He eased out of you, stroked your cheek when you shivered and whined. He fell into his side beside you, curled an arm around your middle and drew you to him.
You snuggled against him readily, practically purring with pleasure. You nestled your cheek against his chest and relaxed against him. The exhaustion was creeping through you, making you feel warm.
Mayuri traced meaningless patterns up and down your back with his fingertips. "Well, was tonight what you thought it would be?"
You nodded, still smiling. "Thank you."
Mayuri gave one dry chuckle. "You're welcome, pet. Now get some rest, hm?"
When he glanced down at you, you were already dozed off, breaths peaceful and deep.
