#bleach rose

Shinji:

Once your hand connects with his ass, he def looks back at you with a sly smirk on his face and a certain gleam in his eyes.

Shinji lowkey likes it and has no problem admitting that to you.

Honestly, he might ask you to do it again with such a serious tone that makes you laugh until your face hurts.

I'm sorry, he's just a dork you know?

Shinji, of course needs to get his lick back, so he'll wait a few days until you're off your guard.

"Now, if you didn't think I was going to get your naughty ass back, you were wrong," Shinji whispers into your ear, lips brushing along your earlobe, before raising his hand and well...you know the rest ;)

Rose:

You quietly follow behind him and make your move, a loud slap sound echoing throughout your shared room.

Rose stops in his tracks and glances at you from behind his shoulder, blonde hair gently swaying.

At first, he's got a dead pan on his face before his lips start to curl up into a grin and he breaks out into a loud rumbly, chuckle.

"You're funny, y/n," he comments, eyes crinkling at the sides as he grabs onto your arm, pulling you into his arms and squeezing you.

Rose loves the little loving, playful moments with you and would never complain about a tiny smack.

Jushiro:

Once Jushiro realizes that you just slapped his ass, it takes his mind a minute to react.

His eyes are wide and he turns around, his white hair following behind him with a fluid motion.

Then his eyes crinkle at the sides and he lets out the cutest fit of laughter your ears have ever heard.

The happiness on this man's face is indescribable as you watch with a smile on your face.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in closer, the sides of your bodies pressing together as he moves slyly.

"You're cute, y/n," he hums out, snaking his other arm around your backside and giving your butt a gentle smack and squeeze.

You let out a huff of amusement and shake your head.

Kenpachi:

I feel sorry for you bc slapping this man's ass is a bad decision.

He slowly turns towards you, fists clench and smoke practically hissing out of his ears.

You gulp, starting to sink in fear and regret of your decision.

Kenpachi moves fast, grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back and pressing you up against a wall.

You let out a yelp as Kenpachi's hard hand meets your ass and it stings a bit.

"You're lucky I like you, woman," he growls out, refraining from smacking your ass again and harder, although he's totally tempted to.

Shunsui:

He's got a smirk on his face when your hand connects to his ass and he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, before biting it.

"Y/n, my little flower petal. Do you need something?" he cocks an eyebrow, the smirk never disappearing off his face.

"Nope," you reply with a sly smile on your face.

He hums and slowly walks over to you, arms snaking around your waist and pulling you to his chest.

Your fingers play with the dark hairs on his chest and his dark eyes are filled with playfulness.

Shunsui huffs out and reaches out, giving your ass a playful squeeze and winking at you.

That damn crafty smirk never leaves his face as he takes in the moment and enjoys it to the fullest extent, hoping you smack his ass again one day.

Byakuya:

You bite down on your bottom lip in excitement as Byakuya rounds the corner and leap, hand smacking his ass.

A scoff falls from Byakuya's lips as he quickly turns around, glaring at you harshly.

You gulp, knowing that this maybe was not the best decision to play a light joke on Byakuya.

The silence fills the room before Byakuya grabs onto your wrist and yanks you towards him.

You let out a sound of surprise as you're suddenly bent over Byakuya's knee and he delivers a rough, but playfully smack to your bottom.

Your jaw drops open and Byakuya wears a smirk on his face.

Luckily, for Byakuya, since you are bent over his knee, you cannot see the happy expression across his face.

He pulls you back up onto your feet, wearing his usual stoic expression.

"We shall not speak of this manner again," he clear his throat, before leaving the room and you behind shocked.

Mayuri:

Luckily when you smack Mayuri's ass, he comes to the realization that he likes you just enough to not turn you into one of his experiments.

He'll let out a cackle that sends a chill down your spine as he turns around and faces you.

Mayuri honestly liked it, but not enough for you to do often.

"Really, y/n?" his voice is mischievous and sinister as he closes in the distance between the two of you.

He'll grab your jaw and lift your face up towards him. (please clench your cheeks at this moment, who knows what is going to happen)

"Sorry," you shrug your shoulders, batting your eyelashes at him with innocence.

He chuckles and shakes his head, impure thoughts clouding his mind.

“Now Rose, you got yourself into this mess. So come out from the closet already!” you ordered as you sat on his desk in his office. You tried so hard not to laugh as the situation had landed in your favour. 

“Is it too late to apologize?”, came his muffled angelic voice from the locked closet. 

Apologize?

Apologize for assuming you were the type of ‘girl’ he could dress up like a doll and you would just bat your eyelashes and yield. Dead wrong! So you decided to teach him a lesson he will never forget. 

You blatantly ignored his question as it wasn’t worth losing your temper. There were other creative ways for you to blow off some steam. “Oh make sure to rake your fingers into those pretty golden locks. Wanna see my girl looking pretty”, you grinned. 

You heard a dreaded sigh and the door finally creaked open. You perked up, your pupils dilated to take in the sight as it slowly revealed itself. 

Your eyes quickly landed on his feet. You wanted to work your way up slowly and savour this rare moment that probably won’t repeat itself. So you took him in from toe to head, your eyes stopping just for a few seconds in between. The maid uniform he got for you somehow fit him perfectly. 

“You look pretty”, you grinned. 

He quickly looked away with a blush. He was ready to bury himself in a hole. 

“Alright, I tried it. I am going to take it off before someone walks in”, he said while slowly turning around to step back into the closet. 

“Now what's the hurry? Come closer”, you asked of him.

He hesitated at first but let out another sigh and slowly walked towards you. 

“Closer!”, you asked when he only landed a few meters away from you. Your legs were swinging on the edge of the table as you waited impatiently. 

He took a few more steps until he was arm’s length away from you. You lean forward to reach for his face, his perfect angelic-looking face you wanted to ruffle up. You cupped his chin and tilted his head upwards so your eyes could meet. 

“You look so beautiful I want to mess you up”. Now that was a dark side you never revealed to anyone, especially not to your lover. And he was certainly alarmed but also aroused by the idea. 

“Don’t mess me up too much”, he smiled. 

“So when I say mess you up….you know I mean…”, you paused and trailed the tip of your right heel up his thigh and sneaked underneath his short skirt. You felt for his sheltered sex and smiled in amusement. “So crossdressing gets you hard? Done it before?”

“Once. Lost a bet”, he openly admitted. There was no point hiding any information from you.

And you figured during those many years in exile, they probably got bored and did stupid regrettable things. 

“So who else lost the same bet?”, you ask as you had an inkling feeling it was your own squad’s Captain. 

“Captain Muguruma”.

“Pfffft!” Now that was an image you can never get out of your head! 

You shook your right shoe off so you could feel more of what was hidden under that skirt. Your black sheer stockings were thin enough to allow your tactile senses to decipher the fact that he was wearing his underwear. You reached behind your back and pulled out a golden whip from your belt strap. Time for a taste of his own medicine! 

“Take it off…”, you ordered with an air of dominance as you startled him by whipping at the air. 

He just gave you a smile and slowly took off his underwear and kicked it under the table. This man had all the patience in the world for you.

You smirked as you noticed how his hard erection had lifted up the hem of the short skirt. Your foot went back to teasing his thigh, the big toe trailing up his skirt and lifting it up just to flash you with his cock. The flat arch of your foot rested along the underside of his shaft, pressing it up against his abdomen. Up and down you massaged his length with your feet. His whimpering was very entertaining. 

Some precum dribbled out of the slit and soaked the thin fabric of your stockings. But you continued with your foot-cock massage while he stood there, barely able to keep his legs from shaking. 

Suddenly you stopped, seconds before he was about to cum and you hopped off the table. You walked towards him and pointed at the table with the whip. “Sit”, you commanded and he obliged. 

You wrapped the whip around his neck and pulled his body forward, locking lips. He kissed you back and tried to slip in a tongue but you bit his lower lip, taking back control. 

Your kisses travelled down his neck, leaving very visible bruises along the way so his entire squad could appreciate it later. You pushed his thighs apart and centred yourself in between. You dropped the whip on the floor and you went down on your knees. And for a second he thought you went to retrieve the whip but instead, he watched your head suddenly disappear and bury under his skirt. 

With a tight grip around the base, you began licking and sucking along the length of his cock. Moans and groans escaped him, unable to control himself any longer. He couldn’t see you, but he could imagine what sort of face you had on as you took his entire length down your pipe, sucking and humming to tease out his impending orgasm. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, a hand resting on a hard ball which was the outline of your head, and a few more slurps and …. 

Your head popped out of the skirt, your thumb pressing firmly over his slit as you denied him the release. He looked distraught, in pain, and shaking. His eyes begged and his lips quivered. 

“So you want to cum, my slutty Captain?”, you ask with an innocent taunt.  

He just nodded, his body shaking from both pain and denied pleasure. Oh, it felt so good to have a man of his status trembling under your tight fist. 

“Imagine someone walking in on us right now”. You finally released the tip and slowly began to work his length again with both your hands. You leaned over, pressing your forehead against his sweaty one, while your hands made long purposeful strokes up and down his angry shaft. “To witness their Captain in a dress, getting his cock served”. You sped up the pace of your hands, jerking him off while staring deeply into his purple-dazed eyes. 

And you could tell he was finally close to his release again but he feared that too would be taken away from him. “Don’t worry. I’ll let my pretty girl cum. As long as you recognize your mistake, I will grant you this”. 

He just weakly nodded, his eyes half-closed and his full trust in your moving hands as they milked his cock.

“Moan for me…talk to me….be loud for me”, you asked him, noticing the whites of his eyes flashing at you.

“Yes… cummin’ …I’m…”, it was too much for him to bear and he just let out a low continuous groin which sounded both blissful and painful. 

“That’s it Captain. Cum for me…tremble for me”, your words encouraging enough for him to lose it and coat your hands and the dress with his white seed. 

———-

“So my beloved maid, what did we learn from today?” You ask as you wait for him to compose himself with his head resting on your lap while you run your fingers through his blond locks. He had collapsed on the floor during his intense painful orgasm and you joined him. 

“That I look great in a dress”.

You let out a roar of a laugh and kissed him on the forehead for a lesson well learned.

“Next time…. Let’s try on a bikini and do you up in pigtails”, you suggested.