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Kisuke is unpredictable. One day, he surprises you with aphrodisiac chocolates, the next, he has you bound and edged until you’re crying, and on another, he acts like none of it happened — making love to you as if those other nights were just in your head, but the glint in his eyes and the way his rough touches feel at the end always give him away.
“Tsk, tsk, [Name]. Do you always have to be so feisty?”
His tongue moves skillfully, teasing, only to stop suddenly. He plays it cool, pressing soft kisses to your thighs before sinking his teeth in just enough to make your hips jolt.
“Kisuke, I swear—”
Before you can finish, his tongue is on you again, eating you so well that the words die in your throat. Your breath catches, your whole body tensing from the swelling intensity.
“Oh, God— Oh, God!”
He doesn’t stop until your rippling orgasm is all over his mouth, slipping down to his chin.
Aizen
You are not prepared for the torturous night ahead if aizen has decided to eat you until you break. He edges you mercilessly, over and over, until you can’t even beg anymore—your body too drained to move.
“Please, Aizen…Please—“
He starts slow, laying you down in your shared bed, making you cum from just his fingers and do it at least twice before he finally loses control. By the time he grips your thighs at the edge of the bed, that knowing, sinister smile is already on his lips.
“You’ve turned me into something… beastly, dear.”
And then he eats you out so deeply, that all you can see, all you can feel, is him.
“A-Aizen—I love you so much, I love you, I love you—”
You pant heavily, eyes squeezed shut. He pauses for just a moment, letting his fingers trace slow, taunting circles around your clit, drinking in your desperation.
He chuckles. “How sweet… your desperation makes me crave you even more.” He lives for this—for seeing you completely undone beneath him. And because you’ve been so obedient, he decides to reward you.
Grimmjow
Grimmjow has experience—too much experience—and it shows in the way he refuses to stop, dragging you into another orgasm just because he wants to. You’re already at your third when you try to push him away.
“P-please—Stop! No more…”
He barely even acknowledges you, his sharp grin never fading.
“Huh? What was that?” His pace never slows, his fingers gripping your thighs to keep you still. “You knew what you were getting into, woman.” He pushes you past your limits, your legs trembling violently from pleasure and exhaustion. Tears sting the corners of your eyes.
“Now scream for me, brat.” He growls, adding. “Let me enjoy myself.”
Kenpachi
Kenpachi is starved.
When you’re in his hands, you don’t know if you’ll make it out unscathed or if you even want to.
He usually chains your hands above your head, the cold metal bars of the bed frame biting into your skin, a blindfold wrapped securely around your eyes. Like this, he can feast on you in peace, drinking in every single one of your screams as if your pussy is a meal meant only for him.
“Music to my ears, darling. Now, show me what you’re made of.” His mouth is ruthless, his long tongue dragging over every inch of your pussy with an almost lazy ease. His teeth graze your clit just enough to send a sharp jolt through your entire body. " Don’t make me tell you again, woman."
He likes it when you try to squirm away. He loves it when you realize you can’t.
Shunsui
Shunsui might seem like a lazy lover, but the truth is, he could spend hours between your thighs if you let him.
No, scratch that. He does spend hours between your thighs, overstimulating you until your body is nothing but pure sensation. He makes it his mission to have you pussy riding his face at least a few times a week.
“Mmm—” Your voice is muffled, your body trembling as you grind against his mouth. You’re so close—so ridiculously close—but your body aching from the intensity of it all and the pent up tiredness.
“You’re doing perfect, sweetheart. Just one more, let go for me.” Hus big hands grip your thighs, guiding your movements, helping you find the perfect rhythm. You try to hold on, but it’s all too much. Your fingers clutch the headboard, your back arching as you cum in his mouth, shuddering against him. He hums in satisfaction, licking his lips. “Mhmm… just one more, darling. You know i love the way you taste.”
He wouldn’t be sure how to approach you at first but once he musters up the courage he would craddle you in his arms till you calm down. In the moment he wouldn’t press for the reason as to why your crying but instead focus on being there for you by wiping your tears or getting your favourite ice cream. After you finish crying in his arms he would ask “My love what is wrong” while wiping the rest of your tears away with his thumb and plating a soft kiss on your lips.
Grimmjow:
At first he wouldn’t care as much as you’d hope for him and instead make light jokes like. “Shut up and get over it”. Not with the intention of belittling your emotions but instead to try stop you from crying so much. After seeing that it doesn’t work he would slowly shift his head into your lap and close his eyes. He would allow you to stroke his hair and face only in order to distract yourself from whatever is making you upset. Whilst stroking his hair he would slowly wipe your tears and say “Your so soft” in a sarcastic but loving tone.
Aizen:
He would already know you’re crying before stepping into the house. If being the loving boyfriend archetype would help his current plans then he would walk into your shared room already holding your favourite ice cream, a box of tissues and chocolates whilst wearing a shirt he didn’t care about incase your makeup smudged on his shirt whilst you cried. Once in his arms he would let you claw at his chest whilst ranting to his about your day. As you do this he would play with the strands of your hair and even create a little braid whilst giving his advice and input.
Though if being a loving boyfriend in the moment would not help his plans he would simply walk past your door acting like he didn’t hear the faint whimpers you let out.
Ryuken:
Ryuken would come home late and find you in the shared bed wrapped up in blankets. He would walk back down the stairs prepare your favourite snack and place it on the side table in front of you while saying “Stop crying and tell me what upset you”.
If you didn’t answer he would mentally scan through all the possibilities and rule out any unlikely scenarios for example he would know the exact day your period starts and end or what supplements you have taken.
If you did finally answer he would tell you straight what you needed to do and try fix it with you whether that includes forcing you out of bed or helping you with work.
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10 ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ: from @soulsocietyevents Summer Extravaganza
a/n: I hope you enjoy this dirty combination of all the prompts for the summer extravaganza event. Enjoy and cream your pants my lovelies.
A sex dungeon.
You knew of its existence. You (along with a select few) had a taste of what it had to offer.
No complaints. No regrets. It had become your regularity. You were the VIP.
Tucked away beneath the beeps of electronics and static of Squad 12 was the infamous Sex Dungeon. But even the cold laboratories of Squad 12 couldn't function on back up generators for too long.
The Power Outage persisted well into the week. Something was wrong. A certain ‘familiar’ entity was interfering with the affairs of the Seireitei. Digital data had been breached, and a full-scale cyberattack was well underway. However, there was no urgency to resolve the above problems. Everyone seemed preoccupied with another issue that had taken precedence. With Shunsui as Head Captain, let’s just say priorities had shifted.
Those priorities being the limp needs in their pants that demanded a good release. A week was too long. And the heat was too much to bear— both external and internal.
“Might I suggest we continue this at the World of the Living”, Byakuya suggested during an emergency Captains meeting.
“Tch. I have no problem with the heat. You all are just a bunch of complaining wimps”, Kenpachi sounded impatient and annoyed. His need wouldn't go limp and that was becoming a painful problem.
“The World of the Living is 10 degrees cooler. Maybe it ain't a bad idea”, Shinji pitched in.
“If you would all just give me a few more days to fix the problem. Honestly, you all act like brainless horny apes. Can't even survive a week without sex”. Mayuri was more annoyed that he couldn't resolve this issue and a dead scientist in another realm seemed to have outsmarted him.
“Ya? You've been at it for a week. You can't even think straight without that pussy”, Kenpachi challenged.
“I am perfectly capable of problem-solving without the need to be buried in a whore. The heat is melting away my face paint, and without my face I lose my sense of self”. Mayuri made (what seemed like) an absurd excuse.
“Now now. Let's settle down. All this commotion isn't helping with the heat”. Shunsui paused for a moment, his eyes drifting to a magazine on his desk, its cover featuring a woman posing in a bikini on a sandy beach. “That doesn't sound like a bad idea”.
The Lieutenants, uninvited to the Captains’ meeting yet eagerly eavesdropping, suddenly tumbled out of the closet in a heap on the floor.
With Renji, Shuhei and Akon bottom of the pile and Rangiku stood on top of them with a proud grin, already sporting a floral bikini.
“Let’s go to the beach!” she shouted with exhilaration—driven by more than just the adrenaline surging through her body.
“A nudist beach?”Shunsui expanded on her idea.
“What’s that?”, Renji asked from below. Shuhei just shrugged.
“Oh you little virgins haven't seen the world. Come on now. Let’s take our ‘party’ to the beach!”, Rangiku bounced around on top of the Shinigami pyramid, both arms in the air, big balloons ready to pop out of her bikini top.
There was an ubiquitous agreement amongst the Captains and Lieutenants.
A much needed vacation was justified.
Except they forgot to ask someone — the very person at the center of it all- the VIP to this party (and all the parties they have held so far).
You.
——-
“No gigai?” you asked once you arrived at your beach destination.
“Some of us are not suitable for a Gigai. Besides, ain't it better if no one is watching?” Shinji passed you a grin once he finished giving you a quick visual pat down.
Everyone on the crowded beach was watching— staring right through you.
You were standing in the middle of a busy nudist beach, stripped of all dignity. This wasn’t your first rodeo with the group, but with all the wandering eyes staring right through you, it left you feeling uneasy and tense.
“Don’t just stand there. It won’t be long before they realize we are all missing”, Renji urgently tried to pull you out of your mid-day daze.
“Yes. Let’s get this party started, shall we?” Shunsui swallowed down the bubbling dread—imagining Nanao frantically searching for him, only to be caught in action in the World of the Living.
Renji, Shuhei and Rangiku laid down towels to help keep the sand out of unwanted crevices. A futile attempt, if anything.
Akon was setting up a giant umbrella to keep himself and Mayuri out of the beating sun. It took a few minutes for everyone to settle in and it wasn't long before Shunsui, as the leader, took the lead and you were bouncing on his erect cock in the middle of a busy beach, surrounded by an oblivious audience.
“Lean forward, petal”, he requested, wanting to feel for your soft breasts pressing against his hard pecs and dry curls. As requested, you pushed forward, never once losing the rhythm of your hips, gliding his cock effortlessly in and out of your wet hole.
Shunsui wrapped his arms around you, holding your jiggling ass in place and spreading them apart. Kenpachi watched your tight hole invitingly wink at him. You could feel some pressure– that pressure building with the head of Kenpachi’s cock knocking at your rear entrance.
“Relax sweetheart”, Shunsui whispered soothingly into your ears.
You must relax or else Kenpachi would tear right through you. Not intentionally of course. He very rarely had any grip on his sanity and now was not the time to test your odds.
You let out a scream, muffled by Shunsui’s lips, kissing you and swallowing your discomfort. It was always the initial penetration. But once Kenpachi was in, both men established a steady rhythm to follow.
You left sharp scratches on Shunsui’s shoulders— luckily the dense hair hid the previous scars. Kenpachi was sawing into your ass while Shunsui kept them nice and spread open, giving Kenpachi a lovely view of your stretched holes.
“Tch…our slut can’t have enough cocks”, Kenpachi grinned and slapped your ass hard, making you clench around them.
“Oh it always amazes me how tight you keep yourself. Looks like Captain Kurotsuchi’s special ointment is working to help keep those holes nice and tight no matter how often we destroy them. You feel like a virgin everytime”, Shunsui commented once he realized how firm of a grip you had around their cocks.
“Finally… something Kurotsuchi did right,” Kenpachi growled, loud enough for Mayuri to hear, while the drama queen shot him a silent yet threatening side glare.
“Ugh thanks….”, you trailed off, unable to continue the conversation and chose silence instead.
With your eyes closed, you were lost in a wave of ecstasy. If it wasn't for the gentle ocean waves or the soft human chatter, it almost felt like you were back at Mayuri’s Sex Dungeon. To clarify, that sex dungeon wasn't your prison. You were not the prisoner. It was the men and women (i.e. Captains and Lieutenants), who lined up to please you (the VIP), who were imprisoned by lust for your body. They couldn’t last a week without you, and that gave you a sense of pride and purpose.
You felt a poke against your cheeks. You opened your eyes and noticed two erect cocks bouncing and pressing on both sides of your flushed face. Shinji and Byakuya were standing, ready to be served. Shinji was holding an ice cream cone and teasingly licking away at the frothy/creamy vanilla treat.
“Come on doll, can’t just be serving the old men. Have some young shiny cocks”, Shinji grinned, further pressing the head of his cock against your cheek, causing a slight indentation.
Shunsui held onto your waist so you can confidently remove your hands from his bruised shoulders. Kenpachi also grabbed onto your ass to keep you stable, their cocks serving as an anchor.
Your hands began working away on Shinji and Byakuya, their cocks twitching as soon as your sweaty palms wrapped around their girth. You were coordinated enough to work on both cocks with your hands at the same rhythm of the cocks that continued to plow into you.
“Fuck…” Bykauya let a curse slip pass his lips.
“Watch yer language, Lord Kuchiki”, Shinji teased, clearly enjoying the stiff man slip up.
“Open up love”, Shinji ordered.
You did as requested, half expecting him to shove his dick down your throat. But before he did that, he gave you a taste of the vanilla treat.
With a flick of your tongue, you dragged and scooped the ice cream. “Mmmmm” Before you could swallow the cold treat, he grabbed the back of your head and guided your face towards his throbbing cock.
With a big gulp, you swallowed the sweet cream, along with his precum. Your senses were overtaken, your body a slave to pleasure and pleasing others.
You felt Byakuya’s soft hands grab your lazy hand and he guided you back to his cock, reminding you of his presence.
To hope for a unison orgasm was asking for the impossible even if carefully orchestrated. Everyone did eventually release their seed inside or outside you, their unique scents now clinging to your skin. They pulled out and away to make room for the next batch, your body twitching from your own intense orgasm.
Renji and Shuhei licked their lips, eagerly waiting for the Captains to finish. They both fought for the optimal entrance— simultaneously wanting to fill up your baby making organ.
Their indecisiveness led to both shoving their eager erect cocks inside your pussy. It was a tight fit. Luckily Shunsui’s thick girth had well prepared you for this double conundrum.
“Ah fuck fuck so tight! Gonna cum fast”, Renji moaned, tunneling into you like a badger digging through.
“Ya, cuz your dick is in the way”, Shuhei groaned, battling his own impending release from below.
Both did not last long— victim to the sloppy wet sounds and messy tight hole.
——
Akon and Mayuri did not dare to come out of the shade. With cum leaking out of your orifices, you slowly crawled towards your next target.
Mayuri, dreading a sun burn, was casually reading a book with his shorts still on. Akon was also wearing his summer shorts and was holding what appeared to be a new ‘toy’.
“Let’s try something new”, Akon suggested. He was hoping to take this opportunity to test his recent invention on your body. If he was content with the performance of the device, it would eventually become a regular add-on to the sex dungeon.
You rested your head between Mayuri’s thighs and kissed the Captain’s clothed erection, begging for his approval. Mayuri gave you a side glance and a very small nod that could be mistaken for a deep breath.
You hungrily loosened the drawstring to his shorts and pulled out his semi-rigid cock. It responded very well under your touch, growing and aching– as if it recognized its master.
You could feel Akon fiddling with the sex toy from behind. He was completely lost in his own creation, calibrating the device, trapped in his own perfectionism until you slapped your ass to capture his attention.
You instantly felt a cold metallic object touch your entrance, which offered some relief against the growing heat. The object was a perfect fit– he had taken a mold of your vaginal canal a few weeks prior. It was so perfectly snugged that it either expelled the mixture of cum out or pushed it further past the softened cervix.
Mayuri never once looked away from his book and came in your mouth without a sound or a slight change to his facial expression. He wore a bored and unimpressed look on his face while filling your throat with his thick seed. Shortly after, Akon cummed inside his shorts, feeling your pelvic muscles contract around his cock even though you were squeezing around the sex toy and not him.
The purpose of that sex toy soon became apparent when he revealed a fleshlight inside his shorts— connected wirelessly to the sex toy tucked so snugly between your convulsing walls.
A game changer for the Sex Dungeon Parties.
—---
You were granted a few minutes to breathe and have a snack. Rangiku laid out a picnic blanket and instead of a picnic spread, she grabbed your hand and pushed you on your back. It was nice to stretch your back after the intense back-to-back workout sessions. But Rangiku didn't lay out a spread of food. Instead, she hovered above you, spreading her cheeks apart with her hand to give you a perfect view of her wet holes flirting at you.
She lowered herself, offering you the meal which you hungrily devoured.
You ran the tip of your tongue up and down her slit. She tasted sweet, just like her demeanour. She didn't hesitate for a second and began riding your face, spreading her horny scent all over you.
Shuhei and Renji grinned and sat beside your head, enjoying the way Rangiku’s soft cheeks would completely engulf your face.
“Can you breathe under there?”, Renji asked.
“Of course they can breathe. I don't weigh that much!”, Rangiki passed him a glare.
“Not exactly what i meant”, Renji huffed.
You let out a mumble, letting them know you were fine. It tickled Rangiku’s clit and she let out a delightful moan.
“Mmmm have some grapes, sweetheart”, she moaned and guided her swollen clit into your mouth.
You sucked on that grape, making out with it while fingering her two holes. It eventually sent her off the edge and she blessed you with a gushing squirt.
——
The after-sex party wasn't dramatic by any means. Everyone relaxed to enjoy the ocean breeze— exhausted but content.
Shinji laid back on the towel to enjoy the live music playing for the living residents. Shuhei was working hard to bury Renji beneath the soft sand. Rangiku was digging holes for her swollen breasts to fit in so she could lay on her stomach and give her back a nice tan. Kenpachi was deep in the waters, chasing the sharks with his bare hands.
You sat on Shunsui’s lap beneath the giant umbrella, next to Byakuya, Shinji, Akon and Mayuri. No one had the desire (or energy) to head back to the Soul Society. The peace was all so surreal. At times, mortal life seemed far more appealing.
You glanced to the side and noticed a couple sharing a passionate kiss. Shunsui felt your dirty pussy clench against his meaty and hairy thigh.
“Ah summer love is in the air”, Shunsui smiled, appreciating your dishevelled appearance and kissed the top of your head.
“Summer love? What is that?”, you asked, stroking the top of his forearm, mindlessly playing with his arm hair.
Shunsui didn't directly answer you. He pressed his palm up against your distended lower abdomen and gave it a gentle push inwards. You felt the mess inside you stir and ooze out of your holes, making a slippery gooey mess on his thighs.
Summer love was the love dripping down your thighs and clumping up the sand beneath you. It was the sweet residue left on your lips. It was the raised hand imprints that marked your ass. It was the tender after care that left you limp on his lap.
Suddenly, it began to rain. You wanted to step out of the umbrella and wash away the sticky ‘love’ that was weighing you down.
“What’s wrong petal?”, Shunsui noticed you had stiffened up on his lap.
“Something hurting? Did that brute Captain Zaraki hurt you again?” Byakuya asked in his usual monotone.
“Are you hungry? Want me to fetch you some food?” Shinji offered.
“Honestly, you all are treating our VIP like a fragile cup. I personally built them to be resilient”, Mayuri defended his workmanship.
“But Captain, I can feel y/n heart racing and blood pressure rising”, Akon pitched in with his concern.
Everyone (but Kenpachi who was lost at sea) turned to face you.
“I feel like someone has been watching us this entire time. Not just seeing right through us but actually watching us”, you finally confessed, the uneasiness growing now that you were idle.
“Impossible”, Byakuya reminded you.
“I don't sense any hollows”, Shunsui tried to reassure you.
“Oh, a party on my turf! I guess my invitation got lost in the mail”, came a familiar voice from behind.
Kisuke Urahara revealed himself in the same attire as everyone else— nude. The hat on his head didn’t count.
“I just happened to be lounging around here and didn't expect to bump into such highly ranked officers who wouldn’t dare to abandon their posts just to have a party at the beach”, Kisuke continued, his eyes never once leaving your messy body. He had never been invited to Mayuri’s dungeon before, but he had heard great rumors of its existence and even greater things about the VIP.
“What do you want?”, Mayuri scowled.
“Oh, a little taste won't hurt your pride, Mayuri”, Kisuke grinned beneath the hat that ever so cleverly shaded his mischievous eyes.
“Well, as you can see, it is raining and we are ready to depart”, Byakuya responded, although no one showed any urgency to leave.
“Well that’s not fair. Come on”, Kisuke pouted and leaned into you, getting a whiff of the filth and cum caked all over you. “Why don’t I take you somewhere fun? How about the theme park?” Kisuke was acting like a creepy stranger offering kids candy on the street. But really, he just wanted to join the club.
Shunsui gently stroked your thighs, bringing everyone back to the initial conversation. “Was it Kisuke’s presence that you felt earlier?”
“Yea..” you lied, ready to bury the conversation in the sand and quickly head to the theme park. You were ready to leave the beach, desperate to escape the piercing gaze that continued to lurk in the shadows of the palm trees.
That feeling of being watched never left you. It followed you around for the rest of the day. It wasn't Kisuke Urahara. It wasn't any hollow. It wasn’t a human who could see spirits and soul reapers.
And that’s how you ended up in the headlines of one of Seireitei’s newest newspapers, where even privacy had become a rare luxury.
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ＫINKTOBER DAY 12: LACTATION
🐙 requested by: Anonymous. day 12 with Aizen or Byakuya with fem reader? <3
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To the past, those days in which Byakuya felt alone, belong. It was difficult for him, for his heart to finally open. He still remembers that dream with Hisana; she told him “please, be happy”.
And so, he did…
The cries of his first born keep him and his wife, you, woke up. Tired, almost asleep, both drag to the baby’s crib.
“What, little sakura bud?” you ask, holding him in arms. “Daddy needs to sleep. Daddy’s a captain, baby…” you whisper, rocking your body to lull the bundle of joy to sleep… yet, nothing, not even your scent and profound maternal love, could calm (him/her) down…
Byakuya’s hands surround your waist from behind; he is asleep as you are. His hair’s a mess. His eyes barely opened.
“Is he/she ok? Something’s hurting? No fever, right?” Byakuya asks; he is and will always be extremely afraid of you or his baby being sick.
“Probably just hungry. Go back to sleep, love. I’ll feed him/her”
But he is not just a man; Byakuya is a gentleman. And despite not being able to bare nor give birth to his son/daughter, he will be next to you no matter what. How could he sleep knowing you aren’t?
“Come on… let’s get comfortable” he commands, kissing your head and grazing his baby’s crying face.
You walk -drag your body- to the bed and wait for Byakuya to sit with his back against the headrest. Then, you sit in between his legs, with your back against his chest.
Byakuya’s soft hands hug you while he waits for you to prepare yourself to feed your child. Soon, the cries stop, as nurturing begins.
Sleepiness still remains, but the moment that soon will turn to a memory… none of you would have chosen to let exhaustion take it away from you.
You look at him when your child is finally fast asleep; a soft smile, a silent complicity between the love of your life and you.
He smiles back; a smile nobody is used to seeing but you and now the little “consequence” of your love.
“You know, sometimes I’m jealous of him/her” Byakuya jokes; yet behind a joke there is always a little bit of truth.
“Mhhj…” you giggle low.
“Don’t laugh… It used to be me…” he continues, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder.
“Let me put him on his bed and I’ll feed you as well. There is no point in me going back to sleep, it’s almost morning” you joke, even though Byakuya took it pretty seriously…
He helps you with utmost care and delicacy not to wake the baby up to stand up. You blow a kiss his way before dragging back to the baby’s nursery -a couple of steps from your room, but still outside it-.
As you walk back, you notice him pretty much awake… in more than one way.
“Still awake?” you ask, ignoring his very noticeable hardness through the fine silk of his sleeping yukata.
“Well yes, didn’t you tell me you were gonna feed me?” he asks, leaving you startled. Suddenly, sleepiness eased as fast as his did.
You open your mouth and close it back. You were about to laugh; but was him being funny or was that for real?
Indeed, Byakuya rarely jokes… and that sounded absolutely serious.
“You- you really want to- uh- this?” you ask, pointing at your -very- swollen breasts. If there was something that wasn’t hard for you, was to produce enough and even more nourishment for your offspring.
“Well, considering is pretty common in our culture…” he tries to convince you.
You giggle; there was no need for you to be convinced. You would give him anything he could asked for, after all.
“Then, my sweet big baby… feast on it” you whisper, getting into bed right next to his horny self.
Byakuya and you giggle sweetly, both covering your whole bodies with your silk sheets. Enough has happened in between the both of you for shame and formalities.
It is Byakuya who willingly gets comfortable on your legs; his back on your lap, while your fingers brush through his beautiful hair back.
Lust and intimacy have transcended; his skilful hands free your breasts from your nightgown. The sakura man enjoys the effects of gravity on them, as they heavily fall close to his lips.
“I wonder if it’s as sweet as your core” he purrs.
Your insides become a mess; tensing muscles on your womanhood, oh the gracious changes of your body he adores… he praises… what a blessing is to have a man like him to venerate you.
You help him reach your nipple; it gets hard, and it begins to drip. And you suddenly understand the difference, nurturing your child has nothing to do with this; two different types of bonding, you are so willing to enjoy.
Byakuya sticks his tongue out, allowing the very few drops of semi white elixir to fall on it. He takes some time to enjoy the taste, like a fine wine, like a delicatessen a noble deserves.
“More” he demands.
You smile pleased; impulsive shameless and whimsical Byakuya only comes out when he is either truly free or unable to control himself; and right now, he is both.
Your hand passes under his nape, lifting, with so much expertise, his head for his lips to finally trap your nipple.
A little clumsy, he first tries nibbling on it, making you jolt. It hurts, but it feels so good. Yet, it is definitely not enough to start the flow of motherly product happening.
“Suck; try pressing your tongue against your palate as you suck” you guide him; it is much easier to explain this to an adult it kinda makes you giggle.
“Uhhumh” he hums, taking notes of your instructions. And with a couple of tries, he finally manages to make it happen.
“Good boy” you compliment him; for the first time, you discover the joy of being the one in charge, of being the dominant one.
Deep blue eyes open big, fixing on yours. They both show a certain amount of shame… because your “mommy” attitude has made him harder than ever before. It feels to Byakuya both incredibly hot but also degrading… and that, at the same time, becomes feedback for more and more lust.
His hips, on his own, buck up ever so slightly. Yet, enough for you to notice.
Ah, he needs relief…
You use one of your hands to guide your right breast more and more into his mouth, as he sucks harder. While your left hand slowly slides from his belly to his sex.
Byakuya spasms violently when your palm reaches his already wet crotch area. You are not surprised; this man gets so hard sometimes that it kinda scares you he might explode at any moment.
“Would you like mommy to help you with this?” you ask, amazed by those naughty words that make you even wetter.
“ngh… mhg… yes-“ he barely words, with his mouth full of your milk, overflowing from the commissure of his lips.
You bite your lower lip; if this isn’t the epitome of arousal, you don’t know what it is.
It takes nothing for his yukata to finally slide open, uncovering a hard manhood that has already impregnated you with all of his masculinity before.
You begin to pump; jerking him off with no mercy, making him tremble, making him choke with the white liquid coming from you.
A little bit more, he is close… so close.
more, more, more.
Precum flowing from his gland as milk flows from your breasts.
White sometimes associated with purity, is now being depicted as total concupiscence and erotism, in the middle of a night that slowly becomes a dawn.
And like the Sun, unstoppably rising every morning, Byakuya’s climax hit his body like the strongest Bankai…
Spasms that accompany every sprout of cum abandoning his body and into his belly; Spasms that you somehow experience as well, as all of the sucking and such imagery has made you incredibly hot to the point of also cuming.
“Byakuya, love… save a little bit for your son/daughter, yes?”
“Just a little bit more for breakfast, my love…”
