#bleach reader insert

You close your eyes and relax into Byakuya’s side, soaking in the romantic moment and idyllic atmosphere. Birds chirp in the distance; wind rustles the lush greenery hidden behind the onsen’s tall wooden enclosure. Though you would have adored a view, you knew your husband valued his privacy. Besides, there are plenty of views from the windows of your private suite–not that you’d spent much time looking at them since arriving last night, anyway. Byakuya’s main focus had been you, and him, yours.

Byakuya breaks the silence with a gentle nudge and call of your name. “You were right, my love. This is far better than the ryokan back home.”

You open your eyes and flash a sweetly condescending grin at him. “And imagine if I had let you get your way. We’d be forced to share this day with the entire Seireitei, and I know we’d both be grumpy before dinner.”

Byakuya rolls his eyes. “I don’t get grumpy, I get–”

“Huffy?” 

“No.” 

You bite your lip and the water splashes as you turn and perch on your knees to face him. “Irked?”

“No.”

“Peeved?”

He narrows his eyes when you place your hand on his chest and lean in. Byakuya is no fool, but you know he can’t resist playing along with you. 

“Actually, I think vexed is more fitting for a noble like you,” you goad.

“I was going to say weary, which is how I feel about your teasing.”

“That just makes you sound like an old man!” you guffaw.

“Your teasing ages me more than time ever could.”

“Oh, husband, how you wound me so,” you lament, dramatically falling forward into his solid chest and anticipatory embrace. 

Byakuya shakes his head and tugs you into his lap. He nuzzles into your hair without a word, but his actions betray his nonchalant facade, as they usually do when it comes to his loved ones. You snuggle into him and know the onsen’s hot water isn’t responsible for the growing warmth in your heart. You trace circles into Byakuya’s skin and feel his thumbs massaging your waist in return. For a moment, you sit together in silence, listening to the gentle stream of water and indulging in each other’s touch. No interruptions, no obligations–only love.

“The only thing I’m missing today is our cherry blossom tree.”

“It will still be in bloom when we return.”

“I know, but…” You sigh. “Seeing it in full bloom on our anniversary just makes me nostalgic. Remember all the picnics and late night rendezvous?”

His thoughtful hum vibrates against you. “Good thing trees can’t talk,” he mused. 

You giggle, then push yourself up to gaze into his eyes once again. His fingers spread out on your lower back and massage it, a show of affection he’d developed after you complained of back pain a few nights in a row back when you were still engaged. Byakuya’s quiet acts of love may escape the untrained eye, but you never miss them and will never tire of them. 

“I also remember when you secretly asked for my hand underneath it before going to my family. Tsk-tsk.” You shake your head and wrap your arms around his neck. He stiffens when you press a soft kiss to his jaw. You whisper into his ear, “How scandalous. What would the Kuchiki elders think if they found out?”

“I wouldn’t give a damn,” he declares, his grip tightening. He whispers your name and your heart races when one of his hands cups your cheek. Byakuya gently guides you to meet his magnetic gaze, his gray eyes transfixed on yours. “I’d endure anything for you. My heart and soul are yours.”

You lean in and murmur his name, and he whispered yours breathlessly. Your noses slide against each other and your eyelids flutter closed as you tilt your head. The rest of the world falls away when his lips meet yours in a kiss that sears your skin and steals your breath. You feel lightheaded and dizzy from the divine way his lips move against yours. You tangle a hand into his silky black hair, and gently scratch your other hand’s fingernails up and down the very top of his spine. You smirk when he shivers and groans; still so sensitive there even after all these years. Byakuya’s thumb strokes the apple of your cheek while the hand on your back presses you even closer, your knees almost starting to scrape the rough wall of the onsen. Your perceptive husband scoots forward off the wall to ease your discomfort, his quiet strength igniting a different kind of heat within your body. 

As much as Byakuya is yours, you are undeniably his, and you know he would never stop reminding you–in this life, and the next.

flufftober 2025 list | masterlist | join the taglist a/n: broke the writer's block seal and I'm probably gonna hate this next week...but that just means I need to write even more soft byakuya, right?

Thirty minutes till New Year’s.

Uryu sat on the bench, cigarette resting between his lips, the cold nipping at his nose.

He took the lighter from his pocket, lighting the cigarette as he saw her in the distance, taking a drag once she stopped at his feet. "You're not going to Kurosaki's place?" He asked. "Just came from there," She looked down as he raised an eyebrow. "You didn't stay?"

"Everyone misses you."

Uryu took another drag, his free arm hanging off the armrest. "I know." She sat down next to him. "Your dad runs the hospital. Are you sure he couldn't have given you some leeway and given you the night off?" She kicked some snow with her foot.

"Giving your son holidays off while everyone works isn't a good look," He flicked the cigarette a bud falling to the ground. "Besides,” He continued. “The kids would be sad if they didn't see me on holidays," A smile appeared on Uryu’s face. "I can’t argue with that, but you can still come to a party every once in a while. I had to stop Chad, Orihime, and Ichigo from coming over here." Uryu turned to her, shocked. "Wait? Were they going to leave Kazui home alone? To see me? " She rolled her eyes before leaning on her fist. "How are you so smart yet so dense?"

“Well, you didn’t fully explain the situation, so I naturally jumped to a conclusion, especially since it involved Kurosaki. You know how he is.“ Uryu threw his cigarette. "Is it safe to assume that he sent you here again?"

She leaned back against the bench. "Nope, I came of my own volition. I would call, but I know the chances of you answering are slim.” Uryu turned to look at her. She was smiling, but her eyes looked sad; he hated that look. His eyes darted around, searching his mind for something to say as he was feeling guilty. Cause he knows he was the cause of it.

“What’s your favorite song?’ He suddenly blurted out. She looked at him, confused. “What?”

“Favorite song. It could be your favorite song ever, or now doesn’t matter.” Uryu played with his hands in his lap as she looked into the distance, wondering. She grabbed his arm. “Don’t laugh.” He smiled at her. “Arashi’s Love So Sweet,” Uryu's smile turned into a smirk. “Aren’t you a little too old to be listening to a boy band?” She hit Uryu lightly. “You said you wouldn’t laugh.”

“I didn’t! I- Anyways," He cleared his throat. "That’s your ringtone now.” She looked at Uryu, still not following. “Whenever you call or text, it will play that song, I’ll answer it right away, promise.” She grinned. “You're playing with fire cause if you don't answer, I’m coming down here to see why.”

Uryu pushed up his glasses. "Please don’t.” She chuckled, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I’m joking, mostly.” She kept her head on his shoulder. Uryu felt his body heat up despite being out in the cold.

"By any chance, do you wanna go up?" He asked, she raised her head and looked at him. He was full of surprises tonight.

"Well, of course." Was her answer.

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Ten Minutes to New Year’s.

Uryu leaned back against his desk, watching her as she took off her coat, his hands gripping the desk as he bit his lip. He looked away; he didn't want those thoughts running through his head right now. Once finished, he looked back at her, "Do you want coffee?" He asked. "That would be great, actually." She answered, putting her hat on the coat rack.

He arrived with two hot cups, handing one off to her. She leaned against the desk, blowing on her cup. "Do you think we can see the fireworks from here?" She gestured to the windows with a cup in hand. Uryu walked to the blinds, opening them. Kurkakura town was still lit up as most people were awake for the new year. "Possibly." She walked up beside him, cup in hand. “It's so pretty from here." She took a sip from her cup as Uryu looked at her, a smile appearing on his face. “Yah, it is.”

She found herself on his office couch putting her finished coffee down. “Ah, so this is where you live?” She leaned back.

Uryu side-eyed her. "I do not live here. You guys always talk like I don’t have a life."

"I mean, going to your house to sleep and shower isn’t really having a life."

“Haven’t you reprimanded me enough?" He said deadpan, drinking the last of his coffee. "No,” She got up from the couch, walking towards him. “I think you should get one hundred lashes for icing me out.”

“I, I mean, I didn't do it on purpose, I, time just slipped away from me.” She got up from the couch as he continued to stutter, how cute. "Well, I still think you should get some type of punishment even if you didn't mean it." Uryu put his cup down, leaning against the table, trying not to break his cool despite his pink-tinted cheeks.

"Well...What type of punishment...do you think I should get?" She walked closer to him.

"Kiss Me."

5 Minutes to midnight.

Uryu’s eyes went wide. She was joking, right? There was no way his friend just asked him to kiss her.

She smiled to herself. Uryu's mouth was agape, his brows were knitted as if in serious thought. She had broken him, and it was too cute. He looked back at her. "You're...serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" She shrugged. Uryu looked around. He never thought that she could have feelings for him. He always thought that it was one-sided.

She got closer, her feet in front of his. "So," She looked at him, head tilted. He closed his eyes, sighing. Uryu's arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. Her hand went to his chest to steady herself. They looked at each other as if asking for permission before leaning into each other, their lips touching softly as the fireworks went off.

Uryu pulled away, but she pulled him back into a hungrier kiss, pushing him into his desk by mistake. He broke the kiss, breathing hard. "I think that's enough for tonight." She pouted. "Your no fun."

"I think you forgot that we are in my office, my office that is located at my job."

"Still you don't wanna-"

"No."

"But-"

"No," Uryu said sternly as she looked at him with sad eyes. He pushed up his glasses. "If I'm going to do that, I would like to do it properly and maybe take you out first."

It bothered Sosuke to no end to see his lab mate, Urahara Kisuke, clumsily complete his portion of the PowerPoint presentation that they were both presenting… one hour before their class.

Beyond the fake, thick lensed glasses, and the tight, yet polite smile, Sosuke was seething that the clown in front of him was getting a higher grade in their Applications of Chemometrics class.

“Urahara-san, I can help with your portion of the PowerPoint.” Sosuke offered, to the bewildered-looking Kisuke. His pale blonde hair was disheveled, his clothes in disarray, and the dark bags under his eyes emphasizing how haggard he looked.

Kisuke made a motion for Sosuke to stop talking, as he focused on the screen in front of him, muttering his key points under his breath.

“Have this then.” Sosuke curtly said, handing him a medium cup of coffee with some sugar. The one thing he knew Kisuke wouldn’t say no to. Kisuke immediately grabbed the drink and chugged it down quickly, surprising Sosuke at how the man didn’t flinch at the hot liquid burning his throat.

“Thanks for that, Aizen-san!” Kisuke beemed at him, as if the coffee was key to transform him into his usual, lackadaisical self. The man had a large grin on his face as he happily typed the rest of his points on to the slide deck.

Sosuke looked at him, dismayed again, by the notion that someone of Kisuke’s intellect, was still so… foolish.

“That went well, don’t you think Aizen-san?” Kisuke laughed as he patted Sosuke on the back.

Sosuke let out a sign, “yes, it did. But it surely would’ve been better if you spent more time preparing.”

Kisuke’s laughs increased, as if he was snickering, “and where would the fun be in that?”

“You call this fun!?” Sosuke asked, exasperated.

“Anyways, why don’t you come to my family home for Golden Week? And don’t tell me you can’t because, you’re going to be studying.” Kisuke said, drawing out his sentence in a teasing tone. “We’re taking the same courses, and we don’t have any assignments due for the next few weeks.”

Sosuke glared at him, “no.” Kisuke pouted, which Sosuke hated.

“C’mon!” Kisuke whined, “I know you’re just going to hole yourself in the library.”

“I don’t want to meet the family of whoever gave rise to you.” Sosuke remarked, making his way to the chemistry labs.

“I have it on good authority, that there is only one of me, Aizen-san!” Urahara said, snickering at him. “The rest of my family, is what you would call…” Urahara tilted his head to the ceiling, thinking, “normal.”

Sosuke scoffed again, “I doubt that.”

“Then let’s have a bet! If you stay with me for Golden Week, and you don’t find my family normal, I owe you 20,000 yen.” Kisuke said, grinning as he extended his hand. Sosuke glared at him, staring at Kisuke’s open hand and the smug look on the blonde man’s face.

“You have yourself a deal.” Sosuke said, shaking Kisuke’s hand in a firm grip.

“And welcome to my humble abode!” Urahara exclaimed spreading his arms wide at the entrance to his home. The Urahara estate was surprisingly grand in nature. Well, Sosuke wasn’t too surprised, because the careless behaviour Kisuke exhibited from time to time always came across as someone who didn’t really understand the value of money.

The garden seemed well maintained, and the house was in perfect shape, with modest decor. A complete contrast to the utter disgust and horror of Kisuke’s personal apartment near campus.

Kisuke instructed Sosuke to leave his belongings near the entrance, as “the housekeeper will put in your room.” Which again, did not surprise Sosuke that Kisuke relied on a housekeeper.

“How long have you had a housekeeper for?” Sosuke inquired, as Kisuke led them to the sitting room. There were no family photos, but beautiful pieces of artwork and paintings filling the space.

Kisuke shrugged as he explained there was always one when he grew up. Sosuke made no remarks but noted that the man had some kind of upper-class upbringing.

“Oh Ki-chan, is that you!?” Sosuke turned around, seeing you enter the room.

Kisuke gave a sheepish laugh as he waved at you. “Aizen-san, this is my sister.” As he introduced you. Sosuke bowed towards you, “thank you for having me, I’m Aizen Sosuke.”

“Oh of course! A friend of my brother is always welcome!” You beamed at him, taking note that how polite Aizen was, and quite handsome, albeit a bit nerdy looking with his glasses.

“I didn’t know you would be home” Kisuke explained, “mom said she’d be away for Golden Week. She didn’t say anything about you staying or anything.”

You laughed at his response and patted Kisuke’s hair, earning him a grumble of “I’m a grown man.”

“Midori mentioned you were coming over with a friend so I wanted to say hi.” Your head patting became slightly more forceful, “since someone doesn’t like texting me back.”

Sosuke stared at the scene in front of him, thinking of how Kisuke not only blew off his classmates and friends, but also his sibling.

“He doesn’t respond to my texts either.” Sosuke interjected with a soft laugh. “I thought he would at least have some courtesy to respond to his family.”

You sighed dramatically, letting go of Kisuke’s scalp, “See, Ki-chan? It’s normal to check-in every once in a while. Have you been to his apartment, Aizen-san?”

“Please call me, Sosuke.” Aizen politely requested, giving you a kind smile. Kisuke narrowed his eyes as he watched the scene unfold, but his expression was unreadable.

“Sure! Sosuke-kun it is. Have you been to Ki-chan’s apartment? Has he cleaned up after himself yet?” You giggled as you looked at your brother. Kisuke gave you a glare, but nothing you weren’t used to.

Sosuke shook his head, “I try to avoid it if I can. I don’t think it’s habitable for humans.” The two of you shared a laugh as Kisuke scoffed.

“Stop bothering Sosuke-kun and get out of here sis.” Kisuke said, as he tried to push you out of the room. Sosuke gave a pointed look at Kisuke at the use of his first name, but said nothing of it.

“Fine, fine! But let me make dinner for you two, it’ll be my treat!” Kisuke rolled his eyes and agreed for the both of them as you went about the rest of your day.

Three days had passed as Sosuke stayed with Kisuke on his estate. He hated to admit it, but once Kisuke was serious about something, he was a great conversation partner. A larger part of himself also didn’t want to admit he enjoyed your company during dinner or lunch. You insisted that Kisuke eat homemade meals, and made “Ki-chan’s” favourites. Sosuke took in great pride watching Kisuke embarrass himself over your fussing. Sosuke also didn’t want to admit how attractive you were to him. It bothered him immensely to have developed an attraction so quickly to someone, let alone Kisuke’s sibling. So many things bothered Sosuke about this “vacation.” But there were only a few days left during this stay at the estate, and Sosuke was never one to quit.

Which is why he resorted to masturbating to fantasies of you during his routine showers.

As the water rained down his body, Sosuke stared at his growing erection, his thoughts still lingering of you from last night’s dinner. The way your eyes lit up as he complimented your dishes, the slight blush of your cheeks for every praise he doled out to you. Or the way you would bite your lip or pout whenever Kisuke did something that annoyed you (and Sosuke).

He slowly began to pump his cock, thinking about how you had tried to grab some ingredients from the top shelf of the pantry closet, and he held the small of your back. The soft gasp that escaped your lips and the way your eyes widened at his touch. The way your lips curved to give him a gentle smile.

Sosuke let a groan as he thought about the sound and looks you gave him, thinking of you underneath him. Groans were followed by pants before hot liquid covered his hand, that was sooner washed away by the shower.

Sosuke knew he had to get a grip. There were only a few days left and he would leave this estate and you behind.

Walking through the estate, Sosuke couldn’t find Kisuke anywhere. In fact, it felt like no one was around, until he walked by the kitchen. Sosuke stood near the door, as he quietly watched you put away groceries, your eyes lighting up, from what he assumed over ideas on what to cook. You had music playing in the background, as you hummed and sang along. He watched you intensely as you danced around the kitchen, putting things away.

It amazed him how similar, yet dissimilar you and Kisuke were. You were thoughtful, respectful and generous. You took initiative in trying to understand Kisuke (and Sosuke’s) interests and hobbies, even if it went over your head sometimes. Yet at the same time, you and Kisuke had the same affinity for childish humour and pranks. You played along with his bizarre ideas, often encouraging him. Sometimes Sosuke felt that Kisuke was being spoiled, and that made him a bit jealous.

Just a bit, he thought to himself.

You were lost in thought and didn’t realize Sosuke was behind you until you turned around, faceplanting yourself in his chest.

“I’m so sorry Sosuke-kun! I didn’t notice you were here. I thought you went out with my brother.” You explained, brushing Sosuke’s shirt for nonexistent dust.

“It’s quite alright.” Sosuke said, with the ever so kind smile again. You couldn’t get a read off of him. He was incredibly polite and thoughtful, to the point you were surprised your brother had made such a friend. “Do you happen to know where he is?” Sosuke inquired, a puzzled look on his face.

“Sadly I don’t, and I tried texting him as well. I’m guessing he didn’t say anything to you either?” You asked, leaning your back to the counter. Sosuke shook his head, to which you sighed in response, “what am I going to do with him…”

Sosuke stood there, still with the same smile on his face. “Sosuke-kun, would you like me to make you anything in the meantime?”

Sosuke sat in the parlour room with you as you had prepared him a pot of your favourite Western tea. You explained to him how you enjoyed “afternoon tea” lately, and the variety of sweet and savoury dishes that accompanied it. Sosuke, of course, had already known about the concept, but indulged you as you explained it to him. His eyes would soften as you looked at him with smiles and the fluttering of your voice as you shared favourite aspects for him.

“I hope my brother hasn’t been too much of a bother for you, Sosuke-kun.” You said, refilling his porcelain cup with more of your favourite tea. “Ki-chan can be peculiar about things, and he never was great at keeping friends.” You had admitted, “well there’s Yoruichi-san and Tessai-san, but he doesn’t bring them up anymore. It’s been years since I last saw them with him.”

Sosuke vaguely recalled Yoruichi, but Tessai was someone he was unfamiliar with. “I see, well we’ve been classmates for years, at differing moments of our life, but I suppose you can say that graduate school is where we got to know each other.” Sosuke explained, taking a sip of the tea.

“Really? You’ve known Ki-chan for longer? He’s never mentioned you before.” You were shocked at the revelation, but Sosuke didn’t seem bother by it.

“We went to the same elementary and high schools, but weren’t in the same classes, were in different friend groups and had different extracurriculars.” Sosuke continued on, unsure as to why he was sharing this with you.

You laughed to yourself, “extracurriculars? Ki-chan wouldn’t even bother. Our mother tried so hard to get him to do something with his time, but he had no interest in it. I’m honestly surprised he mustered up the discipline to do his PhD.” You said, swirling your teacup before taking a sip.

“He’s a brilliant man,” Sosuke admitted.

“Yes he is, but so are you, Sosuke-kun! Don’t sell yourself short.” As you gave him a big grin.

For once, Sosuke felt flustered at your response. He felt his cheeks warm and muttered a thank you. He thought he was used to praises and admiring remarks from men and women alike, but from you, it was different – it felt heartfelt and sincere.

The two of you enjoyed the rest of the afternoon in quiet conversation, from the weather outside, to childhood memories and everything in between. But still, Kisuke was nowhere to be found.

Sighing in defeat, you began to gather the tea ware to clean, but Sosuke, ever the gentleman, helped you carry some of the fine porcelain pieces back into the kitchen.

“I don’t mean to offend,” Sosuke said, calling your name, “but I’m surprised you cook and clean. Doesn’t your housekeeper do it for you?”

“Oh, Midori-san? When I was a teenager, it didn't feel right with me to have a housekeeper, so when our mother was away, I asked Midori-san to teach me things. I never saw myself living in this house forever, so I wanted to know how to cook and clean on my own.”

“Hm, so Urahara-san never bothered to learn with you it seems.” To which you laughed in response.

“Yes, I suppose so!” You smiled at him, as the two of you quietly cleaned the cups and cutlery together.  

“Sosuke-kun, do you know how to play Koi-Koi?

Koi-Koi was a game Sosuke knew of in passing but had never actually played. You provided him a cheat sheet with all the possible pairings and explained the rules to him. His face as emotionless, but your excitement over the game was cute.

“Do people make bets with this game?” Sosuke inquired, as he inspected his hand.

“Oh, I suppose some might. Would you like to bet something, Sosuke-kun?” You asked politely.

Sosuke nodded his head, “how about we decide after we play?” He suggested, giving you again, the same kind smile. You didn’t think he was being genuine this time but wanted to play along.

“I’ve never made a bet playing koi-koi, but I also don’t play it as often as I’d like. Ki-chan hates playing it.” You said sadly.

“Why?”

“I think it’s because this game is left to chance, and he is someone who always works with plan after plan. He may have devised a strategy to secure whatever combinations with what he was dealt with, but koi-koi can be unforgiving.” You explained, as you dealt the cards for the table. “He can build the combinations he has planned out, but he will never know when I can end it for him. I think it’s for that reason, it bothers him.” You surmised, a wistful look on your face as you neatly arranged the cards for the table.

Sosuke had to agree to play for three rounds, which he learned, were also referred to as months. He inspected the cards and noticed that they were fairly faded, with the black edges fading to white. He was also surprised by how small the cards were, his hands engulfing them, while again, you looked cute holding yours.

Sosuke had drawn the better card, determining him to go first. You had offered to go “easy” on him by showing your hand and he would show his, but he explained it wasn’t necessary. “You said I was a quick learner a few days ago.” Sosuke said with a chuckle.

He played conservatively the first round, securing five points after building “Blue Ribbons,” which allowed him to go first again for the second round. Confident with the rules of the game, Sosuke could see what possible combinations he could make with his hand, and repeated “koi-koi” as he built his growing point pile.

Then you had to ruin it. You made a measly junk pile, worth one point and refused to call koi, ending the round.

All the points Sosuke had built, the Rainy Four Lights, Red Poetry Ribbons and both Moon and Cherry Blossom Viewing… all gone.

Sosuke furrowed his eyebrows and exhaled. His eye twitching at how quickly it came apart, remembering your words about Kisuke’s disdain for the game, “but koi-koi can be unforgiving.”

You gave the same wistful smile at him and prepared for the final round. Since you had won the second round, you went first. Cards were taken, others were put on to the table. Sosuke felt vindictive as he saw you growing “Boar Deer Butterfly” in your pile along with “Three Lights.”

Yes, koi-koi was unforgiving. As if to punish you for ending the round with one point, he had built “Red Poetry Ribbons” again and snagged the Butterfly you needed for your own pile, “I end the round.” Sosuke said with a smirk.

“You really are a fast learner, Sosuke-kun!” You smiled at him as you began to pack the cards away. But as soon as your hand reached out to grab his pile, Sosuke caught your wrist, catching you off guard.

“Since I win, I know what I want.” Sosuke said, staring right at you. It was the first time you gave a good look at his face, noticing how sharp and intense his eyes were beyond the lenses. It startled you, but you again, played along, curious to see where this would go.

“And what is that Sosuke-kun?” You politely asked, relaxing your hand in his grip, leaning closer to him over the table.

Without saying a word, Sosuke pulled you in for a kiss, sealing the distance between you two. Your eyes were wide open, shocked over what was happening… but you didn’t mind it. You gently pulled him away and watched him take off his glasses, both of you breathing heavy.

Nothing was said between you, just stares and heavy panting, with Sosuke’s grip on your wrist still ever present. Closing your eyes, you took an inhale, knowing you two were going to cross a line (what line? A small part of you wondered.)

“Maybe we should stop, Sosuke-kun.” You said, regretting each word escaping your mouth. “Kisuke won’t like this.”

“I don’t care what he thinks.” Sosuke said in a pointed tone, his eyes narrowing in anger, “the man plays by his own rules. I think it’s time we play our own.” You were transfixed by his voice, nodding and agreeing with what he was saying. “Let’s finish this elsewhere, Sosuke-kun.” You murmured, pulling him away from his seat. The grip on your wrist tightened as he led you to the guest bedroom.

Clothes were strewn about in Sosuke’s bedroom, as he pulled you against him for more kisses. Sosuke hated how needy he felt, but wanted more of your kisses, more of your attention on him. He held your face in his hands as he peppered kisses across your face, paying special attention to your lips.

He pushed you on to the bed, and continued down your body, nipping across your neck and chest. The greediness he felt grew the more he touched your body, leaving him with the urge to mark you. Harsh bites and sucks across your neck and chest, surely strong enough to bruise later, but you welcomed you. Curiosity and excitement grew in you to see Sosuke go further.

Sosuke parted your bare legs and dipped between them, as he immediately lapped at your wet pussy. He took care to with gentle licks to your clit, then pushed one finger inside you. You moaned loudly, without a care as to who would be able to hear it. You chanted Sosuke’s name, praising him with how good he made you feel.

Your orgasm was approaching, and you had a feeling Sosuke knew that too, with the way he began to pump his fingers faster inside you and the licks to your clit growing more intense. Your legs shook as you felt your orgasm crash around you, a loud scream piercing the room.

Sosuke dropped your legs and pushed his hand through his hair, a lone strand in front of his face. He watched you with a satisfied smirk as you tried to regain your strength. You were shaking trying to sit up, and he watched you with glee.

His cock was hard and erect, with precum dripping down the tip. He gave himself a pump as he watched you struggle to get up. Once you managed to do so, you leaned towards his cock, pushing his hand away.

His cock was thick in your mouth, but you wanted to reward him with the same pleasure you felt. Wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, you began to suckle on his tip as you pumped the base of his shaft. Sosuke threaded his fingeres in your hair, pushing you down further along his cock. He groaned your name as you swallowed his cock whole.

You bobbed your head up and down, keeping the pace as you savoured the precum escaping from Sosuke’s cock.

Until you heard the familiar, sing-song voice of your brother. You tried to pull away, but Sosuke gripped your hair tighter, forcing his cock in your mouth.

You could hear Kisuke’s footsteps coming closer, and then a sudden knock. “Aizen-san, are you there? Do you know where my sister is?”

You looked up at Sosuke, eyes widen while your mouth was filled with his cock. He grinned menacingly at you, shoving your head further towards his crotch. “No, I haven’t. I didn’t see her at all today.”

“Oh…” Kisuke said, “Can I come in? I have some exciting news to share.” He said in a sing-song voice.

“I’m about to take a shower.” Sosuke said, his voice even as if he wasn’t throat fucking you, “I’ll meet you at your parlour room.”

Kisuke made an appreciative sound and went away, with Sosuke letting go of the grip on your hair. Your hair was a mess, with drool and cum dripping down your mouth on to your body, your lips swollen from Sosuke’s kisses and from sucking him off.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” Sosuke said, pushing you back down, “but we can make up for it later.”

You gave him a kiss as a sign of agreement, as he spread your legs apart again. He pushed the tip of his cock into your wet pussy. The slopping noises echoed in your ears.

Sosuke put a hand over your mouth as soon as he saw you moan. He slowly pushed himself in and out of you, your eyes rolling at the sensation of him repeatedly filling you up. Soon his pace quickened, and from your earlier blowjob, Sosuke knew he wasn’t going to last long. He pushed himself down against you and kissed you deeply as his thrusts became erratic. Then, without warning, and your own orgasm approaching, he pulled out his cock and came all over your pussy, rubbing his tip along your clit, earning him a small shriek from you.

You sighed, knowing that you couldn’t bask in the moment with Sosuke, so you quickly gathered your clothes and slowly opened the door, peering down the hallway to ensure no one was around. But before you could leave, Sosuke’s strong arms were wrapped around your waist, as he nuzzled your ear.

“Let’s continue this later tonight.” You turned around, giving him a quick peck on the lips, “I’ll be waiting, Sosuke-kun.”

A low growl is sent into the phone's receiver as your boyfriend's irritating voice argues in your ear, your scathing words firing back as your heels are kicked off and bag slung into the armchair. “Because you decided to cancel lunch at the last minute, I didn't get a chance to eat! So you're dealing with a pissed off and hangry bitch of a girlfriend!”

Kūgo rolls his eyes, an unimpressed look on his face as you take the time to stand and continue this pointless tiff. “If you'd hurry up and get over here already, I could have dinner going in ten.”

A deadly finger is held his way, though he's not on hold for too long before you're hiking your skirt up and single-handedly yanking lace down, flinging the panties without a care as your downstairs neighbors curse your approach to the couch. An eager grin spreads across his delicious lips, an exciting jolt bringing his cock to life for just a moment as his slacks have him rather trapped below the belt. Your stocking-clad thighs are soon caging his head and he's only given but a brief glimpse of your gorgeous pussy before you've got his mouth on it. And you know just how much he likes to look at it, but since you're hungry, this time he'll play nice.

Kūgo’s lips are soft as they press against your slit, each kiss in a different spot while his hands rub at your hips. A wicked grin full of teeth is normally a warning, but since your attention is still on that damn phone, the way he takes a big, obnoxious sniff of your cunt is out of left field, his nose digging right in as he moves his face side to side. He's such a pervert. Pressing your phone to your shoulder, you glare harshly at your roommate.

“You're disgusting.”

Whatever Kūgo’s reply is is buried, but his brown eyes do still glitter with pure mischief as your phone is once again to your ear. Your hips rock now as his tongue, so talented and long, begins the journey of cucking your boyfriend. Pussy never tastes better than this, than when a woman that's not his needs him. Kūgo’s beautiful bedroom eyes slip shut, peacefully tasting you and tuning out the noise from above. He'd say dump the guy, but this method of revenge benefits him too well. Hell, he hopes you marry this bastard. Imagine walking down the aisle with Kūgo’s cum in your pussy as your something borrowed?

Your roommate doesn't get the chance to ponder getting it back, as the fantasy is shelved in favor of suckling on your clit. Your mouth slips dumbly, eyes fluttering as further attention from that lovely tongue is given to the nub. And softly, a warm, breathy moan passes between your lips.

“Mmm…”

Kūgo quite likes that you don't care if he breathes or not, as you have this adorable habit of pushing your cunt down further into his face. It's how he would want to go, after all; Death by Pussy written across his headstone would certainly have men saluting him for generations to come. Going beyond just meeting your expectations, Kūgo far surpasses his pay grade as you ride his face, fucking yourself onto his tongue while the curve of his nose provides just enough pressure to your clit.

“Of course I'm touching myself.” Your voice is flippant as you resume fighting with your boyfriend. “Why keep arguing with you when I could get off instead?”

Kūgo can't hear your boyfriend's response, but the way you lean forward, resting your arms on the rest of the couch and adjusting your hips at least allows him to have a gulp of air in his lungs so he can continue. His long fingers dig into the flesh of your skin, sure to leave marks from his tight hold. The idea that you are making yourself feel this good knits his brows together, urging his tongue on further.

“Oh fuck… Yeah, baby, you know conflict turns me on. Mmmm, I get so fucking wet… ‘What am I wearing?’ You suck at dirty talk. I'm in my work clothes, and if you'd shown up to lunch, you'd know what that looks like.”

Kūgo slurps your cunt greedily, doing his best to make as much noise as he can while a sneaky finger traces the curve of your ass before harshly smacking it, the resounding sound picked up by your phone. You don't miss a beat, though, you damn minx.

“Oh yeah, baby, you know I liked to be spanked. Just thinkin’ about you bending me over your lap, that's all- Oh!” Kūgo spanks you again, harder now, and a giggle escapes your grin. “Mmmm, like that. I love being punished, being treated like a dirty little bad girl.”

A hand slips between your legs, gently caressing raven hair. Just the touch spurs Kūgo on, pulling his tongue back and lathering attention directly on your clit, more and more of your sweet slick dripping and soaking his face. Wiggling your ass, your legs spread just a bit wider as you lower yourself more. “I’m so wet baby… Oh, if only you could see me now.” Kūgo snorts down below, and you laugh with him.

“Dirty fucking girl.” He mutters into your folds, running his middle finger over your slit, gently pushing in and warming just the very tip of the digit.

Biting your lip, you moan softly. “Mhm, I'm your dirty girl. I'm such a slut for you. All yours, mmmm I promise, I promise I am…”

“Tell me you love me.” Kūgo growls, stuffing you full of that long middle finger that you're not entirely sure isn't thicker than your boyfriend's cock. “Tell me how much you want me.”

“Ohhhhh, fuck, I love you… Make me feel so good, and safe and loved and gorgeous… Your cell tumbles out of your hand, hitting the floor so raven hair can be properly pulled the way he likes, and in turn his finger pistons in and out of your hot, tight hole. Pleased moans sing out while the best tongue you've ever had loves up on you. “Wanna… Wanna come home to you every day, be your pretty little wifey and fuck you sunup to sundown. Make me yours, I wanna be yours…”

Your boyfriend's response can hardly be heard, his words entirely ignored as his girlfriend sits on another man's face: the very same man he's been told not to worry about for a year. Kūgo's thumb comes to take the place of his mouth, rubbing your clit in firm circles while he dips a second finger into your greedy pussy. Missing your taste already, his tongue swipes over his lips.

“Pretty baby, so tasty for me, so fuckin’ gorgeous. You know I like these stockings, the way your thighs spill out over the top. Do whatever you can to drive me crazy, don't you? Nasty little minx. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you can't think. Just gonna be fucked stupid, exactly the way you like. Don't worry, baby; I'm gonna take care of you. Don't even worry at all.” His mouth is back on your pussy again, his tongue flattening against that cute little nub your boyfriend can't find.

A ferocious shiver overtakes your entire body, shaking and littering you head to toe with goosebumps as your blissed-out moans alert the neighbors that once again, your roommate is playing with your pussy. At least this time, his mouth is occupied so they're only hearing one of you for a change.

“Mmmm, yes please, more! Moreeeee, fuck me more… I want it, I want it so badly, please give it to me! God, fuck!”

Kūgo spanks you again, and frankly you had it coming; the amount of times he's told you not to take the Lord’s name in vain is countless by now, to the point he's sure it's purely intentional. Maybe he should stop spanking you when you do it and actually teach you a lesson.

“Mmm, I'm sorry…” You coo down at him, tugging your top off and quickly dismissing your bra. An apology quickly accepted by the most fanatical boob man you've ever seen in your life, Kūgo reaches his free hand up to grab your tits as he pleases, squeezing and pinching the flesh and nipples alike.

“Baby, I wanna cum. Can I cum? Pleaseeeeee, please I wanna cum…” You can't decide which way your hips rock feels best; back is further into the fingers that prod your g-spot, while forward takes your clit towards his warm mouth. Regardless, you're in the best of both worlds.

Barely, you hear pathetic pants and whimpers coming from your phone. The fucking cuck has no idea you haven't been talking to him for the last several minutes, as if you'd actually ditch an argument to have phone sex with him, of all people. He's probably given his worthless permission for you to cum, but you're too busy staring into Kūgo’s dark eyes.

“Please.” Your lips tug into a pout that's undercut by an eye roll directly from the soul as your roommate marches directly to his singular goal. Making you cum as your boyfriend listens isn't enough.

“Say my name.”

“Unf, you fuckin’ prick…” You're hanging by a thread as is, but it's made with the strength of Kūgo’s bitter ego. You're fucked without the cock.

“You say my name now, or I bend you over and make you say my name. Your choice.” His eyes harden, giving but a glimpse into his true, vengeful self that he hides behind the Catholic, Italian demeanor. This is Kūgo at his truest, refusing to hide, be second best or lose even an ounce of authority. You get away with a lot of your whims, but the control is always soundly with him.

“Kūgo…” It's soft, too soft for your phone to pick up and not impassioned enough for how well he's working your cunt. All he's done for you, being your personal sex toy every time that douchebag boyfriend pisses you off, and this is how you repay him?

“Like. You. Mean it.” Kūgo fucks you faster with those fingers, bullying your helpless little pussy as his tongue once again joins in. It's a complete assault on your body, the striking pleasure so hot and electrifying that the majority of your brain is shot to hell, and instead of anything rational, all you can think about is cumming. It's so close, literally just right here and all he wants is for you to say his name. Not a tall order, frankly.

“Oh goooooooooood, ohgodohgodohmyfuckingGOD I'm gonna cum! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! KŪGO!” Your body stiffens, trembling as a hot, intense orgasm finally takes you. It feels so good to make a deal, and once you've been thoroughly worked through it, Kūgo picks your phone up from the floor as you fall back against the cushions in recovery, your boyfriend fussing up a storm now.

“Relax, I just walked in the door and caught her masturbating on the couch. Heard her screaming from the hall. You did a good job, champ.” Your phone is flung to the armchair your other things have been discarded to, and Kūgo looks to you as your hands fiddle with his belt.

“He buy it?”

“So… we’re not a couple now, right?” 

You were the first to speak up, insecurity apparent in your voice. You had both broken the unspoken promise you had made to each other, and you had to talk about it. Preferably now, before your thoughts and feelings could go on, living a life on their own. 

“No.. we aren’t.” 

He didn’t sound as sure as you had hoped that he would. Hisagi was confident and strong when it came to work, professionalism. But you knew him better than that. And those insecurities came out in vulnerable moments like this. 

“It’s only awkward if we make it awkward.”

You spoke up again after a long moment of silence, staring at the ceiling above you. You couldn’t bear looking at him right now. You weren’t sure what you’d do if you could see his expression, trying not to imagine what he’d look like right now.” 

“Agreed.” 

Then more silence. 

“That sounded awkward” 

You chuckled uncomfortably, trying to diffuse the tension again by just calling it like it was. And he chuckled in response. 

“I know." 

It was silent for a while again, until you noticed the bed shake, just a little. Held back laughter was shaking Hisagi’s entire body until he could no longer hold it back and he just started laughing. You felt the corners of your mouth turn up as well, laughter bubbling up and eventually joining him, until your abs started hurting and your throat was dry. 

“Fuck, we are idiots.” 

“that we are.” 

“But we’re still friends, right?” 

“Of course”

"Come On, It'll Be Fun" Grimmjow x Fem!Reader

by ShadowsNLace

You really needed a shower after the day you'd had. Work had really soured your mood and all you wanted was to stand under a hot spray of water to burn away the growling grumps you'd accumulated. Unfortunately, your boyfriend didn't take too kindly to being told that he was not invited to join you, especially since he was naked and ready for some fun in the shower. In fact, Grimmjow seemed to take your grumps and upped the ante to snarling, pouty huffs as he reluctantly left to let you shower alone.

Mistake No. 1 - Leaving Grimmjow alone in your bedroom pissed off and contemplating some form of revenge to exact on you once you came out of that shower.

Mistake No. 2 - Not hiding your "intimate" toys better.

Ever curious and quickly bored, Grimmjow began going through your room. He'd never really paid too much attention anything beyond the evil bottles on the vanity that you referred to as "perfume." He'd tried on several occasions to sneak one into the trash bin but you'd always find them and return them. He never would understand why you wanted to cover up your natural scent when it was so damn intoxicating to him.

The vanity didn't hold much mystery for him. He'd laid in bed many times and watched you prepare for your day by applying makeup.

He checked the nightstand: A book, a half-empty cup of tea, a pair of earrings, and the alarm clock that he'd had to buy for you after throwing yours against the wall the first night he'd slept over.

His eyes fell on the drawer of the nightstand. Oh-ho, what's this? I didn't know there was a hidden compartment here...

As the drawer opened his eyes, so quick to spot prey, quickly fell on a rather large object that looked like a penis and it was just laying there in the drawer daring him to touch it. Why does she have a cock in her drawer? His eyes narrowed as he turned to cast a look toward the bathroom door, a grin creasing his face. "Hey, babe, you gonna be in there all night or what?" He now had a weapon and couldn't wait to use it.

"I'll be out in a few minutes! Why don't you stretch out on the bed and relax?"

He reached for the object...something didn't feel right and he dropped it almost immediately causing a loud clatter when it hit the drawer. He scrambled to grab it and shut the drawer, hoping you hadn't heard the commotion.

"Grimm? Are you all right? What was that noise?"

Shit! "Uh, nothing, just knocked the tea cup off the nightstand."

You sighed, damn his temper, "I thought we talked about the cat compulsions --"

He interrupted, "It was an accident!"

You turned off the water and grabbed a towel. "Yeah, 'accident'" you walked into the bedroom to continue the scolding but froze when you saw him standing only a few feet away with your dildo in his hand. Shit!

"Why do you have a fake cock in your drawer? And why the hell is it purple?"

Heat crept up your neck so fast you felt like your hair was going to catch flame. "Why were you going through my stuff?" You made a grab for it but he held it up out of your reach.

"I asked first. No answering a question with a question, your rule, remember?" The look of near-triumph in his eyes would have made you giggle if he hadn't been holding your purple Pussy Pleaser up like an offering to the gods.

This situation wasn't going to magically go away. Best to just explain it to him and hope he gave it back. "It's called a dildo. Some people use them for sexual gratification."

He brought it to eye level to give it a closer look. "This thing? Babe, you've got me, I'm bigger than this," he gave you a sweet grin, "and I'm real, not weird like whatever this thing is made of." He sniffed it and you nearly spit out a laugh at the look of disgust. "Ugh! It smells horrible! I've smelled death pits in Heuco Mundo that smell better."

"I only use that when you're not around." You gave him a look of affection, "No sex toy could ever make me feel as good as you do. It's just something to ease the ache until I can have you." You smiled, "And, well, there is one function it has that you don't."

"Oh, really?"

"Push that button."

He did and it roared to life. Startled, he nearly dropped it again. "What the fuck?!" The astonishment was rapidly replaced with a wicked grin, "I need to see this in action."

You shook your head, "No way. You're not using that on me."

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun."

You started to back away, "I -- I ---"

He caught your wrist, whirled you onto the bed and crawled on top of you. "I promise, I'll be gentle."

"Honey, 'gentle' isn't in your nature. I don't want to have to explain to an ER doctor why I have half of a broken sex toy stuck in my cooch."

He cast a dubious look at the toy, "Do these things really break so easily?"

"I don't know but if anyone can it will be you."

"How about if you show me how you use it?" He just wanted you naked and doing something he'd never seen before. This could very well be a kinky experience and he wasn't going to miss out. He pulled the towel out of your hand exposing your body before sliding his bare chest against yours. His lips hovered over yours, voice husky, sultry, "The King will bend to your will. Show me." He moved to lay across the foot of your bed for the best place to view you.

Damn his hide, he knew just how to make your belly flutter and your core ache. Worst of all you knew the sensations would be pleasing and that having him watch you had been one of your fantasies. "OK." you couldn't believe the words were leaving your mouth. "you can watch."

Grimmjow's eyes were riveted to your hands as you took the toy and spread your legs. As always the sight of your welcoming, tender flesh sent his desire soaring. He licked his lips, wishing for a fleeting moment that his tongue was about to be caressing those lips instead of that purple thing.

He watched closely as you got a bottle of clear gel out of the drawer. "What is that?"

You popped the cap, "It's lubricant. I can't just stick it in. The material needs to be slick." A few drops on the tip then a finger to work the lube down the length and you were ready to start.

You watched Grimmjow's eyes grow wide in proportion to his grin as you rubbed the purple cock over your clit to get your desire climbing. Your face and chest felt flushed. You couldn't believe you were letting him watch you do this. His look of complete fascination made you feel bolder. Then, you slid the dildo inside of you and Grimmjow went stone still, the look of a predator about to pounce on prey was written all over his face. He watched every stroke you made, heard every huff of breath that increased little by little as the pleasure began to take over.

He inched toward you, eyes flicking from your eyes to your hands and the toy, waiting for you to tell him to stop or allow him to get closer. He laid his head against your inner thigh, one hand lowering to stroke his cock. "Fuck, babe, this is so hot." He nipped lightly at your skin, enjoying your flinch and soft moan that followed.

You kept a slow pace, then you pushed the button for vibrate. A deep groan, a slight arch in your lower back as the pleasure radiated throughout your pelvis. Grimmjow growled in response. You saw his face and knew how much control he was exerting to keep himself still. "Give me your hand," your voice was breathy. He stopped stroking himself and let you guide his hand to the toy. "Just remember, not too hard." You let your hand fall away, allowing him to take over.

He took over stroking the vibrating toy in and out of you. After a few strokes to gauge the feel and function, he shifted to prop over you and use his other hand to push your folds open over your clit. A deep growl was all you heard before he lowered this head and gently sucked your clit.

Your whole body bucked, "Oh my god!" The feeling of full penetration and Grimm's lips on your clit was new.

"Mmmmmm," he purred into your flesh.

You moaned so loud you drowned out the sound of the vibrator. You were wrong, Grimmjow definitely came with a vibration function!

Grimmjow chuckled, swirled his tongue around your clit before looking up at you with a grin. "I had a feeling you'd like that."

"More. More now, my king!" You wanted that sensation again.

He smiled, his voice sinful and silky, "As my queen commands." His mouth returned to the task.

Lick. Lick. Stroke. Suck. Purr. Lick. Lick. Lick. Purr. Stroke. Stroke. Suck.....Grimmjow kept varying the rhythm keeping you suspended in a never-ending maelstrom of ecstasy that seemed like it would go on forever. He went on and on until your thighs began trembling. You were about to cum and he knew it. He increased the pressure of this tongue and lips, leaning against you enough to keep your legs spread wide enough for him to keep going until you were spent.

"Grimm-j-jow...please..." Your hitching pants garbled the words.

He lifted his head, "Did you say something?"

Your eyes pinned his, "Get rid of the toy, I need you now."

No hesitation. All you saw was a purple blur flung over his shoulder. He said nothing as he moved over you, pulling your legs up. Firm, hot flesh replaced the vibrator. Sinking deep, he growled as his lips captured yours. Tongue delving deep into all the soft recesses of your mouth, he set a pace that had you halfway to another orgasm.

Nothing was more sexy than watching Grimmjow as his gorgeous body sent you to the heights of pleasure. But, what always sent you over the edge was his passion. He was wild for you and it was in every move, every kiss, every growl, pant, and moan.

He held you tight, moving so fast. His mouth was on your neck, teeth scraping at your skin. Your mouth was near his ear: words, moans, unnameable sounds spilling out. You were way past any control over your body. Grimmjow was practically a force of nature and the orgasms wouldn't stop until he stopped.

You were beginning to feel tingling throughout your body like all your nerves had tuned into the same frequency when Grimm went stiff for a few seconds buried deep inside you. You heard him grit "Fuck" against your neck then a few more jerky thrusts wrung growling grunts from him.

He turned his head to kiss your face. His cock was still deep inside you, throbbing and sending pulses of pleasure. You could tell from the sound of his pants that he was smiling. You opened your eyes to confirm it. He kissed your lips, "See, I told you it would be fun."

You chuckled, "Yes, you were right."

He slipped out of you, shifting to stretch out next to you. "You never answered my question."

Your brows furrowed, "Which one?"

"Why is that thing," (you knew he'd never refer to the dildo any other way, ever) "purple?"

"Because I like purple."

He looked thoughtful, ran a hand through his lush blue locks of hair, "Do they make them in blue?"