#kisuke x reader

You weren’t ever sure if Kisuke loved you.

It was hard, sometimes, to understand what he was feeling. As a man of science, Kisuke was always focused on what was sure, what could be proven and measured and understood. But, feelings? Goodness, you weren’t sure if they were even an equation he wanted to attempt to understand. You weren’t sure if he didn’t understand his feelings, or if you didn’t understand his, hiding under a guise of the love you so ever wanted it to be.

He was soft sometimes, understanding. He checked up on you and gave you gentle kisses that made your heart squeeze in your chest and every time you would see each other again, every moment would feel special…

To you, anyway. You weren’t sure if Kisuke felt the same.

You just wished he would say something, anything to heal this doubt clawing at your mind.

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“The same color, never intersecting. Love that isn’t said is the same as not existing.”

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Even now, as you sit in the front of Urahara’s shop, the doors open to let the night breeze in and your knees pulled to your chest, you can’t stop worrying. With Kisuke being banished, the strain on your relationship was intensified x10. Visiting the World of the Living came with its fair share of risks and questions from your captain, and worst of all…it didn’t happen much.

When you first started…whatever this was, he was communicating with you often, asking you if you could make time, that he wanted to spend every moment he could with you, even if it wasn’t long.

Now, communication has slowed to a trickle, like a broken sink before someone comes in and just fixes it. When you see him, it’s not many words either, just rushed kisses and eager hands. You adore him, you really do, and sleeping with him is always something you crave, but you long for something a bit more from him. The sweet words and soft confessions that come after when you’re wrapped in his arms and weighted with sleep, the three words you’re so hoping are sitting on the tip of his tongue every time he looks at you.

But, you have yet to get them. And sometimes, it makes you hate him.

It makes you angry, that your feelings for him are overwhelming, occupying your mind and drowning you in your thoughts. That you wait for him to reach for you as you hold out your hand, your arm beginning to cramp.

It makes you hate him, sometimes, when he seems to care more for science than you. And yet, you can’t help coming back.

You can’t help yourself from loving him.

You let out a sigh, looking down at your hands as a flower twirls in your fingers. It’s a simple clematis patens you picked along the grass around his shop when you first arrived. Flowers in the World of the Living feel to bloom much brighter than those in the Soul Society, and it gives you a sense of hope, a profound sense of beauty.

You think for a moment, wondering if the idea was silly. You’d heard of using the petals of flowers to tell romantic futures in the World of the Living, and the idea, ever juvenile, appealed to you now.

You think for a moment before tugging at a petal and watching it fall to the ground, it’s white petal reflecting brightly off the illumination of the moon. “He loves me.” You breathe out gently, before plucking out another petal. “He loves me not.” I hate him for it.

As each petal falls from the ground, the plant so soft and delicate between your fingers, your stomach lurks with dread. It’s just a silly game, something humans make themselves believe in to feel better. Feelings were not dictated by some random flower.

And yet, you picked another one and watched it fall. “He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me…”

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“Maybe I should try flower fortune-telling (Love? Hate? Love? Hate?). If it's fortune-telling about you, then I'm always (I hate you, I hate you). But, I love you.”

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“What are you doing?” Kisuke’s soft voice carries through the night air, gentle with a soft hint of tease. “It’s chilly out here, dear. I’m surprised you can move.”

You turn to look at him and smile, trying to hide the half picked flower. “Hey, Kisuke. I was just…getting some fresh air. It’s a nice night.” You feel heat creeping through your skin at the comment. It was another night where he did indeed show you he had missed you, leaving your legs quit shaky and your body buzzing with pleasure.

And even as your eyes scan over his half open robe and his shaggy blond hair pushed back from his adorable face just a little, you feel the soft thrum of attraction inside you. But there’s something more overshadowing it now. Something intense and heavy settling in your gut.

The craving to know.

To understand what he feels, what he feels when he looks at you, what he sees when he smiles at you. If he misses you, craves your affection as much as you crave his.

He notices you staring and he offers you an awkward laugh. “What? Can I join you?”

You blink for a second before nodding. Kisuke comes over and settles down next to you, his shoulder brushing against yours and your stomach blooms with the oh so familiar flowery feeling. His clothes are warm, and his closeness makes the chill of the night air flow a little bit warmer.

You sit in silence for a little, listening to the soft sounds of his breath and the chirp of the crickets outside. You aren’t sure what to say, whether to bring up what you’ve been feeling…The clematis twirls in your fingers still, hidden at your side as you look out into the night, at the twinkling stars and the glowing moon reflecting off your skin.

“What’s on your mind?” Kisuke interjects and you pause. “I can tell something is going on in that brain of yours.”

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“I want you to tell me, "The moon is beautiful, isn't it!" I want to be softly whispered it right next to me. Since, "The moon is beautiful" isn't for me, then just for tonight.”

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You turn to look at him, at the soft droop of his eyes and the soft smile tugging at his lips. And for some reason, you crave nothing more than to just spill out your heart to him. But, you reign yourself in.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” You mumble, meeting his gaze. “Since we’ve seen each other.”

Kisuke, ever the observant one, catches something. Maybe it’s the way your voice dips, or your eyebrows crease, or you slight flicker of your eyes. He knows something is wrong. “It has. I’ve been busy with my work.”

You nod, it’s slow and understanding but you can’t help the curl of anger in your gut. He’s doing what he loves, what he’s always done. You shouldn’t feel angry.

But you can’t help it. Just a little.

“Right. I know.” You say before pausing, wondering if you should say more. “‘I’ve missed you.” You go with.

Kisuke pauses, staring at you a bit longer. “I’ve missed you too.” When he doesn’t see your face change, he frowns. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

You purse your lips. You want to shout it from the rooftops, as loud as you must so he’d hear and understand it: “Why can’t you tell me if you love me?” “Just feeling a little confused, is all.”

You turn your head back to the stars, to the bright moon mocking you with it’s beauty, it’s wholeness. Kisuke stares at you and you feel his knowing gaze on you, and you can almost hear the thoughts clicking through his mind, every word he may say, calculated and measured and sure.

He lets out a sigh and turns to face the moon with you, and you can’t help yourself as you sneak a glance, watching the moon illuminate his bright skin and his kind face. In this moment, he has never looked more beautiful.

You turn away and settle on your hands, the clematis continuing to rest in the fingers of your one hand obstructed from his view. Then, you feel the warmth of Kisuke’s fingers settle on top of your hand closest to him and you pause, wondering what it meant.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it, my dear?” He says gently. “It always is.”

Your heart seems to stop in the moment, the world slowing down to a stillness that threatens to overtake you, that makes your mind slow to putty. You watch with wide eyes, time moving slowly as Kisuke turns to look at you, a big, soft smile on his face that crinkles the corners of his eyes. “And I’m an idiot, I suppose, for not letting you know sooner.”

Your heart feels like it’s breaking and repairing, over and over and over again. Becoming something new, something whole, surrounding him and these feelings that claw at you. The clematis drops from your fingers and you sit up straighter and look Kisuke in the eyes, tears welling in your own.

You turn your palm up to thread your fingers. “I think it’s beautiful too.” You whisper back. Kisuke smiles and tugs you so you’re against his side and your head resting on his chest. He places a kiss to the top of your head and breathes you in.

You aren’t sure if you’re imagining this, if he doesn’t mean what you think he does, or if he just said this all to make you feel better. But you know that at this moment, there is nothing weighing on your mind or pounding at your heart.

And the craving you’ve been chasing after, is finally yours.

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“Then just for tonight, try loving me, please?”

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whether you expected it from him or not, kisuke is absolutely getting himself off while he worships your thighs. he knows how to stir you up just right; he's bitey, passionate, and needy when it comes to the inner thighs, and you're certainly not the only one getting excited by the idea of his face being buried between them.

Has it always been so bright in the Squad 12 barracks? Kisuke thinks to himself as he rubs his eyes, closing the door to his lab behind him with a soft click. How long had he been holed up in there? Three, five days? He wasn’t quite sure anymore. He remembers you coming in to give him food and an occasional kiss, but he was so absorbed in his work he hardly realized what you were doing for him.

Kisuke shuffles lazily to his room, offering lazy greetings and smiles to squad members with a simple ease of a man who was used to the long, lonely nights alone.

When he sees you in the hallway, talking to another squad member, lost in a sweet sound of laughter that carries through the air, he pauses. He stares at you as if he’s never seen you before, blinking slowly before moving before his mind can process. There’s something tugging at his heart, reinvigorating the dull thump that’s been in his ears for the past few days.

You. It’s always you.

You turn and catch Kisuke’s eye with a soft smile before excusing yourself and making your way over to him, meeting him halfway. “Look who’s back from the dead.” You laugh, grinning and before you can say anything else, Kisuke is flopping onto you and pulling you into his arms.

You blink in surprise before hugging him back and feel him nuzzle into your neck, groaning softly. “You smell so good…I missed you.” He mumbles, pulling you closer to him. His body, tired from the stress and isolation, reacts to you too, every nerve ending lighting on fire at the feel of you in his arms.

“I missed you, too.” You smile pleasantly. “You’ve been holed up in there for days. I was worried about you.” You pull from his hug a little to look at his face, his skin a little paler and his eyes a bit heavier. You frown. “And as always you haven’t been taking care of yourself. Are you hungry?”

Kisuke blinks at you, his gaze fixated on your lips as you speak. Goodness, you’ve always looked so good, haven’t you? Worrying about him, that look on your face…He feels his cock twitch and he’s almost shocked as it does. It’s been so long since he’s had you, hasn’t it?

“Mhm,” Kisuke nods slowly, his mind, usually so fast, slows down to his only focus: You. “I could eat.”

“Okay, well, I think there’s some leftovers-”

“No,” Kisuke says slowly, “I think I want something else.”

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Kisuke lays over you, his eyes low and heavy as he pulls away from a kiss, his shaggy hair falling over his eyes in a way that makes your stomach flutter and your already racing heart pick up speed.

He places slow, needy kisses along your neck, murmuring incoherent words that you can’t really understand against your skin, his hands sliding over your body in the softest of touches and he kisses his way down your body.

“I need to touch you,” he breathes softly, his lips gliding over the soft skin of your stomach, “need to taste you…I need it so bad.”

You pant gently as he settles himself between your thighs, your legs spreading for him as he kisses along the insides of your thighs, working his way to your aching cunt and the wet spot forming on your panties.

He nuzzles his nose against your clothed clit, licking softly at the drenched cloth, his cock growing harder against the soft sheets of the bed and the own restraining fabric of his underwear. But, and he takes your clothed clit in his mouth and sucks gently, watching the way you gasp softly, he isn’t paying any mind to his cock. His brain needs this, the comforting taste of you on his tongue.

Kisuke reaches up and drags your underwear down your legs, tossing them on the ground before settling himself in between your thighs. He places a kiss to your clit before dragging his tongue over your slit, teasing you just enough to groan softly in frustration as he does it over and over again, just tasting you.

“You taste so fucking good, love.” He groans as he sucks on your clit again. “Can’t get enough of you…” He drags his hand up your thigh and, pulling back slightly as he drags two fingers between your pussy lips, gathering your arousal before slipping them inside you, relishing in the way you buck your hips gently and a moan slips out of you.

Kisuke groans at the sounds you make before lowering his head down again and lavishing his attention to your clit as his fingers slide inside you, the digits parting to scissor you open as he ravishes your cunt. He knows what you like, what exactly makes you crazy.

His own saliva and your juices drip down onto his chin as your body writhers with pleasure, your fingers curling into his hair as your eyes flutter. “Kisuke…oh goodness, that- oh fuck…”

He smiles at your moans, enjoying the way you quiver against his tongue and squeeze at his fingers as they move just right inside of you. You tug more eagerly at his hair and he groans deeper, pushing his fingers deeper inside you with every delicious sound.

Kisuke feels you clenching tighter on your fingers and he knows you’re about to cum, about to give him the most exquisite meal he’s been craving more than anything. “That’s it, come on, baby, cum on my tongue…”

You can’t last much longer at his words and feel your orgasm ripple through you, your thighs tightening around his head as you moan desperately into the air, feeling yourself pulse around his fingers and onto his tongue.

Kisuke laps you up greedily, and even as your body begins to come down, buzzing gently he doesn’t stop. In fact, he seems to get more eager.

He slides his fingers out of you and uses his hands to spread your legs wider. “S’good, so sweet…I want more, love.” He whispers as he descends down on you again, his tongue working magic over your already quivering cunt.

He feasts on you with intense fervour, his hands sliding up your body to grip your hips and pull you closer to his face, wanting to taste you even more, take all that you can give him. He needs this. He’s so desperate, he barely registers when he begins to grind into the sheets, his cock leaking past the fabric of his underwear from his own need, his own ache to taste you.

You squirm under him, head thrown back and lips parted in an everlasting moan. “K-Kisuke, holy shit,I just came...” Your hips buck up against his tongue despite your protests and you begin to grind onto his face.

“So good, so fucking good…” Kisuke whines into your cunt, grinding his hips harder against the mattress, his body growing hot. “You’re so perfect, all mine, my pretty boy…” He babbles as you grip onto the sheets, your second orgasm rapidly approaching from his ministrations.

“One more, give me one more…” He whispers as he dips his tongue into your aching hole before dragging it back up to your clit and sucking hard. “Cum for me, yeah, all over my tongue, please.”

At his words, your head falls back against the pillows as you let out a shuddering moan and your climax rushes over you like a tidal wave, more intense and more pleasurable than the first. Kisuke groans against your pussy, at the wonderful feeling and the wonderful taste of you that he’s been craving…and he isn’t surprised in the slightest as he moans with you and feels himself cum in his underwear. Just from eating you out.

He pulls away from your well eaten cunt and kisses a path up your thighs, over your stomach, over the hills of your breasts still covered by your bra, and up to your lips. He grins at you, face wet and his eyes a bit brighter than when he walked out the lab.

“You made me cum just from the taste of you.” He whispers softly before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I think I needed you more than I realized.”

You kiss him back, your breath still heavy and your body still buzzing from the masterclass in cunnilingus he just gave. “Yeah? I think so too.”

He smiles lazily again before kissing you slowly, gently, his tongue sliding softly against yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you groan softly into his mouth, slightly invigorated again as his hands roam over your body. He unhooks your bra and tosses it to the ground, groaning softly as he feels your puckered nipples against his fingers, twisting at the soft buds.

“I could touch you like this forever.” He murmurs against your lips. “Sometimes, I forget what I’m missing when I lock myself in my mind for so long.” He pulls back from your lips to look at you with a soft look in his eyes. “Shame on me, when I have my boy all to myself.”

He pulls away from you completely to slide himself out of his underwear, his slightly limp cock already growing firmer from his climax at the simple sight of you, all laid out and perfect. He makes his way back on the bed and you sit up slowly intrigued as he leans back against the headboard and tugs on your hand, raising his eyebrows in a knowing glass. “Cmere, love…”

You bite your lip and crawl over to him and kick your leg over his thighs so you’re straddling his lap. He grabs your hip with one hand and reaches down to stroke his cock with the other, the eager tip catching on the folds of your cunt. “Want to watch you take what you want from my cock.” He whispers. “Let me feel everything, yeah?”

You nod, grabbing onto his shoulders and when you feel the slight push of his tip inside you, you sink down further onto his shaft, the both of you groaning at the sensation of him splitting you open so deliciously.

You sink down on his cock as far as you can go, taking a second to catch your breath and wait for your already sensitive body to get used to the feeling of him inside you. “Oh, shit..”

Kisuke grabs your hips, enraptured as he watches you settle on top of him. He forgot how much he craved this sight, of you so perfect on top of him. “That’s it, fuck, so tight…go ahead and use me, love. Make yourself feel good with my cock.”

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth before nodding and beginning to move, slowly at first, to feel every delicious inch of him sliding into you. You both pant at your slow, almost torturous pace, and Kisuke looks at you with the eyes of a man who craves everything. “Love, this is amazing, but, fuuck, I need more, yeah? For me…”

You meet his gaze and your heart flutters as your stomach clenches and it doesn’t take much convincing for you to speed up the movements of your hips. Kisuke leans into your neck as he pulls you into his chest, his lips glued to that soft spot between your neck and your collarbone as he moans against your skin.

The feeling of your walls swallowing him deeper with every movement, the way you cling to him, threading your fingers in his hair, the sweet sound you make when he kisses just the right place at the same time you fall down on his cock…

It’s exquisite. And it’s everything he’s been needing.

“You feel so fucking perfect…” He murmurs against your skin, his hands holding your hips as he guides you down onto his cock again and again. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

You moan gently as he rocks his hips into yours once, making your walls clench tighter around him. The angle to which you're moving, however, doesn’t feel quite right to you. No, there’s more, more you can take. So you pull back from him and put your hands behind you and onto the shins of his legs.

Kisuke widens his eyes at the change, realizing like this he can see everything. Every change in your facial expression, the movement of your tits, your stomach, your thighs as you move your cunt up and down on his cock, and every side of him that disappears inside your soaked lips.

Oh, this is true perfection. “Oh fuck…” He breathes out, unable to help himself as he thrusts up into you, his hands on your hips gripping you tighter, pulling you down to meet him.

He doesn’t know where to look: at your face, at your chest, or at where your bodies are joined. He wants to look everywhere all at once, absorb you for all that you are. But, he decides, as expected, to focus his gaze on your pretty pussy.

He bites his lip, his face flushed red and his hair wild, as desperate pants leave his lips. “S’good, love, so good…fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. This pretty cunt was made for me, wasn’t it? I’m the only one who can make you feel so good…”

You moan at his words, at his touch, your eyes glazed over and desperate as you watch him watch you, your body buzzing with an energy that only he can give you. “Kisuke, oh, yes, you are…I-I can’t, it’s too good…”

“Shhh,” Kisuke groans, reaching down in between your body’s to rub your now soaking clit. “You can keep going…show me everything this perfect cunt can do…”

And so, Kisuke stares, mesmerized, as you fall apart on his cock. Your eyes squeezed shut and your hips stopping completely as your orgasm tears through you, your lips parted in the sweetest moan and your fingers digging into Kisuke’s thighs. You babble incoherently as you finish and you feel Kisuke continuing to thrust up into you, his own eyes low with pleasure.

“Gonna cum, gonna fill you with my cum, love…shit…” Kisuke groans, his finger rubbing desperately against your clit and his thrusts growing sloppier and sloppier until, with a grunt, he spills himself inside of you, your body blooming with warmth at the sensation.

Kisuke mumbles softly to himself as the last of his cum is tugged from his body. He pants for a second, eyelids fluttering to look at you with a soft, placid smile. “Yeah, I needed that.” He nods, and reaches out to pull you down into his arms.

You sink into the feeling, your body worn and tired but oh so pleasured. “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?” You nod and slowly pull yourself off his cock, the feeling making you both groan with a pleasure that can never be fully satiated, no matter how tired you both are.

Kisuke takes you to the bathroom and runs a shower, helping you both get cleaned up as he places soft kisses along your body, his voice a low murmur and his touches gentle in the roar of the water. “So wonderful, love, so pretty…”

You both get dressed into some fresh clothes, and once you’re back in bed, Kisuke pulls you into his arms and you sink into the feeling. It’s been too long.

Almost as if he can read your mind, Kisuke speaks, his thumb rushing gently over your shoulder. “I’m sorry, for always disappearing. For leaving you.”

You pause and look up at him, your eyebrows worried together. “Leaving me? Kisuke, it’s your job. A captain has a lot to do.”

“But you’re important, too.” He says simply, turning to look at you before brushing his finger over your cheek. “The most important person to me. I don’t even realize how much I miss you, how much I crave you, until I’ve been without you and stuck in my own head.”

You blink at him, your arm slung around his waist and your legs intertwined, and you hug him a little tighter. “You work hard, Kisuke. Always in your own world. But, that’s why I’m here, to bring you back into the real world, bring you back to me.” You angle your face to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you. And I’ll be here to drag you back to me as many times as I have to.” You say with a scrunch of your nose.

Kisuke smiles at you then, his heart becoming less of a dull thump and more of a solid beat, as it always does with you. “I love you, too.” He says softly and places a kiss to your temple before letting his eyes flutter close.

As a scientist, he strives to do good, to help and heal the world. And he realizes, he can only do that with you healing him all the same.

In his hand he was playing with some kegel balls, but seeing your anxious eyes, far from that delicious fear that blurs the limit of pleasure, Kisuke put the toy down, coming towards you with that wicked twitch of the mouth on his face.

"I can't."

Kisuke’s touch was fragile on your cheek, gently running his fingers across your body until they stopped between your legs on your thigh — admiring the uncricked vibration on your swollen clit from the stimulator that made the towel underneath you soaked with orgasms.

"Aw, you really can't anymore? But that's what you said every time, sweetheart. Should I trust that?”

You could feel your brains squeezing, your eyes rolling over as you moaned with the last of your strength as the vibration grew harder as the same time Kisuke began to touch every part of your skin softly

He squeeze your bite-filled breasts until he took your cheeks between his fingers to look at him, nodding approvingly as he observed your obscene, lustful face.

"Mhm, like this. You can give me this.”

“I-I hate you—“

He pout at your bitter words, untying you in the process. Not to let you go, but because he knew you are too weak to do anything else than what he want you to.

He lifted you up slightly, his hands supporting your body until you managed to get down on your knees on the table. With his head over your shoulder, whispering in your ear.

"Really? But I only listen to what you told me..."

Your voice was irritated, acusing.

"I just suggested to spice thing up a little, I wouldn't have thought you're such a freak..."

He hummed, making you gasp as his tongue licked your earlobe, sucking it gently at the same time his hands traveled on your body, heating it under his touch until it reached where your pussy start pulsing again.

"I just wanted to get to know your body better..." He pushed one finger in, pumping it slowly. "Let's see what limits you have." You whimper when his teeth grazed your earlobe, soothing with his tongue after. "How much can my beautiful woman take..." The second finger was much needed as you are already stretched out for more. "How much she can’t.."

His lover bites start feeling on your neck too, hands over his shoulder, grabbing for support as you moaned out a "F-fuck!" — starting to grind on the air, chasing more of his fingers.

Kisuke smiled, coming to rest his temple on yours as he praised you. "

“See? You still can take it, [Name]. My experiments are really insufficient…”

Kisuke's mouth parted as he looked down at you when your body convulsed, your head thrown back where he put his hand on the back of your neck to support you.

His dick leaked on his short so much the front of his pants could be proof on it, little by little he feel himself even cumming for just overstimulating you.

“Please, baby—Please!"

Your begging, half open eyes surprised Kisuke, after all he is used for you being a little aggresive in general with his usual shenanigans.

"Oh? Tell me, sweetheart."

His thankfullness was accompanied by the thrust of his fingers turning rougher, making your mind break, already on edge. But it's not enough, it's not enough.

"Please, fuck me. Need to feel you—"

Kisuke actually groaned at that, feeling himself twitch at the desperation in your voice. Your hands raised on his chest, sensually touching him up to the top of the weistband and instantly cupping him, feeling his hardness against your palm.

"Don't you want to? Don't you want to feel me? To be inside me?”

His chuckle was hoarse, the fingers in your pussy flattering in rythm as you touched him more through the clothes.

"Such a brave pretty woman. Ask for what she wants."

Rushing to touch more, to feel more of him, the unseal of his pants was rushed. You want him closer, with one hand now behind his head, his parted mouth reflected yours.

“Tell me, Kisuke…”

His moans urged you to continue, yet he stopped you with a soft chuckle, putting a hand over yours. Kisuke watched how your cheeks flush as he took his fingers out of your swollen cunt, liquid dripped on them.

“Open, love.”

You swirl your tongue over his fingers obscenely, sucking them off, and by the look in your eyes, Kisuke will no longer have the upper hand for too much time. It was always like this — torturing you with how much he wants until you can’t take it anymore and make him fuck you.

Mouth open, tongue out, he dragged his fingers slowly after your sloppy sucking until his hand rested on your throat. Kisuke brushed his lips over yours, licking them teasingly before lowering his head to let wet kisses on your neck, the other hand cupping and squeezing your tit, dragging the nubs sweet enough to pinch.

“Is my [Name] that desperate for me to have her, hmm? Does she always have her way of convincing her researcher that I should stop studying my favorite student?”

You only murmured an “Mhmm” trying to convince him by chasing his lips, yet this fucker stopped you by tightening the grip on your throat.

His smile could be felt against your ear, but he finally took mercy on you, leaning your kneeled body on the table over his shoulder like a doll. Not like you have energy to put in your wobbly legs to walk. One arm over your legs, hands on your ass, the other securely on the wrist.

Only in moments like this, when he drops you down on the bed and towers over you, Kisuke will reveal his love in his gaze, and you will do the same. After all, he cares about his women.

And every chance you give him to worship your body, he catches it. Especially when you became this sensitive to his touch.

Moaning at every inch of the skin cursed by his fingers, at every kiss he lets from the top to the bottom, until he’s resting between your quivering legs. Parting your folds so all that sweet arousal can pool out.

“So pretty.”

Clutching his hair when he starts kissing your clit, playing with a little only to suck it gently, making you once again beg.

“No, no—Fuck, stop, baby. I want your dick, Kisuke. Need your dick so much…”

He groaned, feeling himself leak more at your pleading voice once again. purposefullyKisuke fondled and hugged every curve of your body purposeful, from your waist down to your thighs. He kissed your pussy one more time, tormenting you a little more before lifting your legs, giving love bites here and there.

Honestly, he’s a man of honor, prioritizing your pleasure. Yet, he can reason without a necessary formula that he wouldn’t resist too much. Hell, he hopes he will not feel himself coming just by entering your tight walls — even without all the preparation beforehand.

Your rib cage heaved rapidly to get more air, gasping as you gazed into your lover’s emerald eyes, your longing evident as he grew impatient.

Lifting your thigh, Kisuke gripped his cock, dragging it to mix his pre-cum with your arousal, still teasing it. As you raise your hips, trying to get closer, he chuckled.

“Needy, aren’t we? Shall I be a good man and take care of it for you?”

Already out of breath, your words were cut off.

“Kisuke, I swear to—“

He pressed into your tight ring of muscles, as expected, he almost came from the fucking tip, slipping a little deeper as the stretch start burning, making you moan instantly.

But Kisuke was just as affected, leaning over you.

“Mhmm—Relax for me a little, sweetheart.”

His hair brushed your cheek as he exhaled heavily in your ear, whispering your name. Sinking his cock deeper, filling your pussy so full of him, inch by inch, each thrust makes you cling to his shoulder, making you gasp as he shoves in all the way.

He kissed your tear away, coaxing you to want him more, to enjoy him more.

“I know you’re capable, sweetheart. Such a devoted student for me. Mhm, like that, [Name].”

Your eyes roll back in your fucking skull now, lost in him, lost completely. So deeply unraveled under him, you wouldn’t remember your own name if he didn’t say it as his dick is stretching your slick, needy heat beyond it means.

“Yes, baby—Please, more, I missed your dick so fucking much—“ Kisuke filled you to the hilt at that, stretching you out so good you forget to breathe. “Fuck!”

He bite your earlobe, soothing it with his tongue, barely speaking between short breaths and deep thrust.

“Such a dirty mouth for a sweet woman like you.”

You can’t take it, his words urging you when he shoves his cock so deep, the tip bruising your cervix, making you scream as his groans fills the room, his hand raising your knee, pushing in ito your chest, just enough pressure to make your orgasm blinding, white hot. Yet, not until his fingers circle around your clit, making your eyes roll from the intense pleasure.

Kisuke swallowed your screams, kissing you eagerly as one hand slipping to his hair, the other over his shoulder while he’s got his heavy weight over you.

He hissed when your orgasm make your walls squeeze around it, locking your legs and make him almost impossible to don’t cum inside.

You’re barely able to cling to the earth, so much pleasure rushing through your body, you feel every vein and ridge of that huge cock as it fucks into you.

Kisuke slams into you again one more time, head falling back, giving you a view of his throat before he eyes you once more, shaking his head and slamming his cock harder.

He watches you shatter under him, so beautiful he can’t imagine its possible to feel like that from other woman. Just you, his wife.

His brows drawn together, that sweat making his skin glisten, his mouth open. Kisuke stops himself until is not too late, cursing and holding his slick cock at the base while you’re spasming around him, back arching from the overstimulation.

He pulled out finally, stroking himself as you catch your breath, warching him spurt white ropes all over your belly and below.

You cupped both of his cheeks when he rests his head on yours, breathing heavily the same as his. His eyes are wide open, hypnotized by yours.

“I love you, Kisuke.”

His usual twitch of his mouth formed, realizing your so cock drunk, you couldn’t control your words. He believes you, he is not a man that could be fooled. It was a concept hard to interpet at first when he meet you, hard to admit to himself that he finally have a grasp of what love means, but if he does know, it’s clearly for you.

“I love you too, dear.”

Like usually, both of you couldn’t stay this serious for too long. A small slap imprinted on his shoulder, making him had a playful sound escape his lips. “Ou!”

His smirk widened when your irritated furrow of your eyebrows appeared.

“Now get off me! You’re fucking heavy.”

Kisuke let out a soft chuckle, standing up and letting his eyes wander over your romantically painted body, even obscenely beneath him, before pulling you up by the hands to help you too, taking you in his arms in the middle of the bed and patting your back, his head on your shoulder as you respond weakly to his hug.

“Aww, is my wife too tired to move? I’m so sorry…What can this old man do to ease her stress? Maybe another round?”

You turned your head sharply, hissing.

“Don’t you dare!”

His laugh send a vibration next to your ear as he grapp your thights, raising both of you from the bed and going straight to the bathroom.

“Okay, okay! Don’t worry, your word is my command, majesty.”