#gin ichimaru

Gin

Gin was a menace. He wouldn't give you anything until you told him exactly what you wanted.

You couldn't respond to his kisses anymore, your attention distracted by his hand roaming over your body, barely touching you and leaving you shaking, especially when it was between your thighs.

"Gin, please—“

He muttered questioningly, pulling your shirt with one hand while the other continued to explore your legs, and his warm kisses had reached your stomach, above your waist.

"I don't know what you're referring to, Y/N. Can you say in your own words what you're asking me to do?"

"Gin, w-why are you doing this to me—Ah!" He brought you where he wanted you, as his kisses skipped over the area where you wanted him, kissing you only in safe areas. "Eat me, Gin. Eat me, please!"

He chuckled softly, enjoying himself at your begging words. "With pleasure."

Ukitake

You don't have to say anything to Ukitake, it's like a ritual for him. Like a form of meditation that calms him to hear you moan with pleasure as he eats you, until you end up saying his name like a mantra.

"Uki, you're so good, so good to me—" Your hips buckled more into his mouth as his own moans sent vibrations through your pussy.

His eyes were full of love as he looked at you, admiring the flush on your cheeks and the shattered breath he had made himself.

"My beautiful angel, anything for you."

Starrk

Starrk isn't the type to do this often, unusual perhaps, but he certainly doesn't leave things unfinished when he starts them. On the contrary, he discovers that it's a battle to be finished, one he wants to win.

"Starrk, right there! D-don't stop."

He wouldn't have stopped anyway, but it made him even more determined not to have to tell you how to do it because he already knows your body like the back of his hand. He groaned when he felt your orgasm invading his taste buds.

"Yes, that's right. Give me more, Y/N."

Sousuke Aizen

You were lounged across a chair in his private quarters, wine still red on your lips, talking too freely under the haze of indulgence. " You, know... I think you'd look good down there," you said idly, tracing the rim of your glass. "Buried between my thighs I mean. Could even cross them a little tighter, see how long you last." You didn't even look up as you said it, just smiled to yourself, content in the heat of the thought alone. Maybe you expected him to scoff. To humor you. He didn't.

Aizen didn't so much as shift in his seat. "You presume that position would give you control," he said, voice calm. He stood slowly and set his untouched glass aside. "But if you wrap your legs around me, you won't be the one dictating the terms." He approached like it was nothing, like you hadn't just handed him the blade and bared your throat with a grin. When he reached you, his fingers brushed your knee. "You're welcome to test the theory, of course. I don't mind watching you try."

Gin Ichimaru

You didn't even realize you were talking out loud until halfway through the sentence. "Bet I'd look good sittin' on your face," you murmured, thumb dragging slow along the rim of your drink. "Thighs around your head, maybe press in a little too tight... see if you'd still be smirking." The last bit came out with a breathy laugh, and you leaned your head back, too warm to care if he was even listening. You didn't have to look to know he was.

"My my~" Gin replied, "You sure you're not trying to kill me with ideas?" You glanced over, and there he was, closer than before, crouched by your chair, eyes just barely open now. "Still," he said, almost to himself, "I don't mind losin' air if the view's that sweet." He leaned in, lips brushing yours. "Say it again tomorrow, when you're sober. Let's see if you still mean it."

Kaname Tousen

You were stretched out across his sleeping mat, voice giddy and sweet from drink. "I think you'd fit just fine between my thighs," you murmured, eyes half-lidded. "I have a firm grip, soft skin, and all that pressure? What more could you ask for?" You laughed softly at your own audacity, "Bet you'd feel down there." He didn't speak at first. Didn't sigh or admonish. Just turned his head slightly, as though he could better hear the heat in your voice.

"I hope you know I won't entertain those words as carelessly as you say them," he said calmly, "If you intend to tempt me, then know that I'll answer." He moved closer until his knee brushed yours, fingertips finding your wrist. "I may be blind, but I'm not unaware of what you offer when your mouth gets reckless." There was no teasing in his tone, "Say it again when you truly want me to kneel for you. Not when you just want a laugh."

Coyote Starrk

You were already half on top of him, cheeks warm with wine, head resting on his chest like it belonged there. "You ever think about it?" you asked, voice thick with sleep and grin. "Me, ridin' your face. Thighs locked in, real slow and heavy. Not sure if you'd black out or ask for more." You laughed to yourself, the idea too good not to share. "Could probably rock you to sleep that way."

Starrk didn't move, didn't flinch. Just exhaled slowly through his nose. "Sounds comfortable," he muttered, hand settling on your hip. "If you're offering, I won't stop you." His voice stayed quiet, almost bored, but the way he shifted under you, the way his fingers hooked just a little tighter, said he was already thinking about how it'd feel. He didn't need to flirt back. He just let you talk, and made it clear he was listening.

Ulquiorra Cifer

You spoke slowly, words half-lazy from drink but deliberate all the same. "If you were under me... I think I'd like to think I can finally get an expression out of you." You traced the rim of your glass, not quite looking at him. "Skin flushed with your eyebrows furrowed. Maybe you'd close your eyes. Maybe you wouldn't." You weren't trying to tease him. Not exactly. It was curiosity more than bravado, because he never reacted the way you expected him to. And right now, he didn't move at all.

When he finally spoke, it wasn't a reprimand. It was a cold, quiet thought. "Do you believe control lies in the one who restrains, or the one who endures it?" His gaze remained fixed on you, unblinking. "Your words imply dominance. But you forget I would not resist." He paused for a moment, "...If you wish to use your body to overwhelm me," he added, "then you must be prepared for what happens when it doesn't work."

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

You leaned back against the wall, drink dangling from your fingers, grin loose from heat and alcohol. "Bet I could crush that cocky mouth of yours between my thighs," you said, loud enough to make sure he heard. "Hold you there 'til you stopped talking for once. Wouldn't even take any effort." You bragged. It wasn't just a suggestion. It was a shot fired.

The chair scraped loud behind him. "The fuck did you just say?" Grimmjow was on you in two steps, smirk sharp and eyes borderline feral. He grabbed your hips and leaned in until his breath hit your neck. "You think you can just say that shit and walk away?" His hand flexed, already mapping the grip you'd described. "You got no idea what you're offering. But if you really wanna find out..." His mouth brushed your jaw. "Get on top. Try it. Let's see who taps out first."

Nnoitra Gilga

You threw one leg over the arm of his chair and smirked, half-drunk and bold enough to push. "Pretty sure I could snap your neck if I sat on your face right," you said, tone dripping with fake innocence. "Bet I'd look real fuckin' good doin' it, too." You laughed, not expecting much more than a growl or a barked insult. But he didn't snap. He just turned his head, grinning wide with something nasty already forming behind his teeth.

"You got no fuckin' idea what you're saying." He stalked toward you, "You think you could handle my mouth?" He leaned in, breath hot, "I have a tongue long enough to ruin you before you could finish sitting down. You try and smother me, I'll make you shake so hard you forget what you were even laughing out about." One hand gripped your thigh. "Now be a good girl and prove it."

Szayelaporro Granz

You swirled your drink as you began speaking absent mindedly, "Y'know," you purred, "I've got half a mind to ride your face to try and leave you breathless." You laughed into your glass, enjoying the mental image more than the effect it might've had on him. "Not that I expect a scientist like you to appreciate the view."

His smile didn't flicker, but something sharper glinted in his eyes. "On the contrary," he said while rising with a fluid precision that made your skin prickle. "I've already calculated the pressure thresholds of your thighs." He stopped in front of you, "I could tell you the exact moment your muscles would start to tremble. The precise second your control would fail." He leaned down, one gloved hand curling at your knee. "But I'd rather study it in practice. Assume the position darling, this data won't collect itself."