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bleach-your-panties · 4 months

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raise your legs, baby girl - izuru kira x chubby!fem!reader

🎀just a little bit of my husband with his lax-ass dom energy. inspired lightly by these old hc's of mine.

🎀warnings: bondage (shibari), thigh-fucking, edging, dirty talk, praise, soft!dom!izuru, reader is a thick gal💦, aftercare, fluff

🎀i wrote this for me, but y'all can read it. with that being said -

⋰❄️WELCOME TO THE THIRD DIVISION三⋱❥

🎀word count: 2.5k

▶️do what it do - jamie foxx

you know what, imma make it do what it do, baby

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One thing that you'd learned about your husband Izuru was that he liked to tease you - sometimes to the point of tears.

When you met him, you found out very quickly how responsible he was and how seriously he took his job as Lieutenant. It couldn't be helped after he'd been abandoned by his former captain, Gin Ichimaru, with the weight of the entire Third Division placed solely upon his shoulders.

You had to say that you were very impressed with his impromptu leadership over the Third Division, which is what prompted you to join after graduating from the Shin'o Academy.

With your skills, it wasn't long before you ended up serving under him as the Third Seat of the Third Division. A few casual encounters here and there and the two of you quickly became enamored with one another. Soon you'd ended up underneath him in multiple other ways.

You've been married for six months now and the two of you were still very much in the honeymoon phase. Sometimes Izuru has bad mental health days, but you were always close by his side to help him work through the turmoil swirling inside his mind.

Before he got with you, he looked upon himself undesirably as a romantic partner (if his parents were still alive he had wondered if they'd be disappointed in him for not having settled down yet.)

The captain position was currently still vacant as of now, but due to your close relationship with the Lieutenant of the First Division, you'd been hearing about how a multitude of recommendations had been put in for Izuru to become the new Captain of the Third Division.

So, to celebrate the inevitable good news, you pulled a pale blue, sheer lingerie set out of your dresser - one that you’d purposefully hidden from Izuru to use for this special occasion.

After peeling off your shinigami robes and taking a nice, steamy, hot shower, you did your usual night routine and put your hair up in a cute style that you thought Izuru might like.

You’d gotten your nails done with Mashiro earlier on in the week - white French-tipped duck nails with one black statement finger and little foil butterflies in gradient shades of blue decorating the tips.

A pair of simple, white, peep-toe heels with bows on the back finished off your look and you sauntered into the living area to wait for Izuru to get home from work.

Ice cubes clinked against one another in the bucket you’d set the sake out to chill in and low, soft music played from the strange contraption Shuuhei had gifted you both for a wedding present - a ‘CD player’ he called it.

Soon, the wooden door to your little home was slid open and your handsome husband stepped inside.

After setting an armful of folders and notebooks down, his eyes caught sight of you standing there, the orangish glow of the wall lamps illuminating your shapely figure.

“Welcome home, ‘Zu.”

Those cornflower eyes almost popped out of his head.

“Hello, love…what's all this for?” Said eyes trailed over the darkened atmosphere, sake on the counter, and those lights that made you appear as a seductively sinful angel standing before him.

“To celebrate your promotion.”

Those heels clumped across the wooden floor in tandem with Izuru’s heartbeat inside his chest.

As his eyes raked over your form, Izuru thanked God for Rangiku always dragging you along on her shopping sprees, even if it meant his wallet had to suffer the consequences.

Even though you were looking like a full-course meal in front of him, the mention of said promotion made his shoulders slump visibly.

“Ah, yeah. They still want me to take the captain’s exam even though I already have over half the necessary recommendations.”

You stood facing him now, the height from your heels putting your face right underneath his chin. Cupping it with your hand, you rubbed your fingers over his cheek in a loving manner.

“Don’t worry about that, ‘Zu. You’re going to ace that exam. You did graduate from the Academy with top marks, after all.”

He could only smile while you stroked his cheek and rubbed your thumb over his jawline and back up through the blonde hairs around his ears.

His mouth moved to close over yours in a soft kiss that soon turned passionate and needy.

Your tongues danced in a fiery tango as he wrapped those strong arms around you and pulled you to the kitchen.

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now, baby, i just wanna take your freakin' clothes off

kiss your body while i take your freakin' clothes off

leave them heels on, while i take your clothes off

leave them lights on, let me see you go off

ooo-oo, baby, that's my body callin' your name

ooo-oo, and baby, that's your body doin' the same

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That's how you would end up with your bare ass cheeks pushed up onto the kitchen counter while Izuru stood between your spread legs with the palm of his left hand gently resting against your throat. The cold metal of his platinum wedding band pressed against your jugular as he curled his fingers around your neck.

He pulled loose the pale periwinkle ribbon that tied his blond hair, gripped your wrists in one hand, held them above your head, and tied them together with the silk material. With his teeth, he bit the end off and spit it out onto the kitchen floor.

“Perfect.”

His cool hands groped the flesh of your thighs, pinching and squeezing it between his deft fingers.

“Lift your legs up and wrap them around me.”

He pressed you further against the counter and rutted his growing hard-on against your inner thigh.

“‘Zu..baby…”

“Yes?” One eyebrow went up as he waited for you to finish your thought then his eyes trailed down to the steadily growing wet spot at the front of your thong.

"Now, what do you wanna do? You wanna get fucked or do you wanna get licked up? Either way, I need you to keep these thighs up for me, baby.”

He slapped one and you yelped at the sudden impact. Leaning over you and staring you down, those blue eyes were hypnotizing you to the point that the words stuck inside your voice box.

“Hmm, what's that, darling? Come on and use your words for me..”

“I..I..”

“Too slow. You know what, I have a better idea for you, bluebell.”

In the next millisecond, he was gripping your restrained wrists and flipping you around. A loud breath and soft curses passed through his parted lips when the motion resulted in your juicy ass cheeks pressed against his crotch.

“Fuck…”

Reaching into one of his hakama pockets, he pulled out another ribbon - a spare that he kept for his hair - and retied your wrists so they rested against your lower back.

“Now, keep your head down. Don't you dare fucking lift it.”

Izuru pulled his hard dick from his pants and you could feel it slap against the crease of your thighs and oh how badly you wanted to thrust back on it.

“Don’t even think about it. Be good and stay still while I fuck your thighs, angel.”

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so act right, gone show me

back it up, now put it on me

act right, gone show me

back it up, now put it on me

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

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“A-ahh..”

Izuru’s soft moans were so erotic coupled with the wet, smacking sounds of him fucking the opening made by your thick thighs. The arousal ran between them lubricating his dick enough for him to slip it in and out of your thigh creases as if it were your pussy.

You learned early on in your sex life that Izuru has an inconceivable amount of patience.

When he felt himself getting closer to a release, he pulled you off of the counter and into your shared bedroom.

As you kneeled on the tatami mat, your nose kept bumping against his inner thighs and blonde pubes as you tried to get your husband's cock in your mouth but his grip on your neck held you just out of reach of his pretty, pink-flushed tip.

He was edging both you and himself. After the day he'd had today, he'd be damned if he came anywhere except for the inside of your pussy.

Curling his long fingers around your jaw, he brought your head up for you to stare into his crystal-blue eyes.

“Are you ready to be good and tell me what you want me to do to you?”

You nodded your head in his large palm.

“Want you to make me feel good, Izu’. Please fuck me, baby.”

—-

now baby holla at me, tell me what you're missin'

i can put in work in every position

from the kitchen table to the bedroom floor

ooo-oo, baby, that's my body callin' your name

ooo-oo, and baby, that's your body doin' the same

so act right, gone show me

back it up, put it on me

act right, gone show me

back it up, put it on me

—-

“There, gorgeous. So pretty. The perfect little present.”

He exhaled a breath, eyes wandering the perfect pattern of the ribbon he’d so skillfully tied you with. Another one of his creatively hidden talents - shibari.

“Hold those legs open right there for me, baby.”

He dipped his head down and you let out a shrill cry when he began licking your warm, creamy folds. Back and forth his tongue dipped and lips sucked your pussy while he caressed your inner thighs. The knuckle of his left ring finger slid dangerously close to your clit, making you twitch.

Tears accumulated in your eyes both from your muscles burning and from Izuru messily eating you out. He always made it hurt so good.

"Zu', I…can't hold them anymore, I's-starting to hurt!"

"Hmm?” He leaned away from your pussy with his chin glistening in your slick.

“Guess I should have tied them behind your head then."

—-

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

—-

With a kiss to your left knee, he sat back on his knees, caging your spread-out thighs between his pale, muscled ones. Your legs were brought up to rest on his shoulders as he demanded you to hold them right there.

Soft swishing was heard as he discarded himself of his shihakusho.

Finally, he sunk that fat cockhead inside your waiting hole. Your thighs trembled as he instantly went deep. Already, you were out of breath and he hadn't even moved yet. The result of him edging you both beforehand.

Izuru just kept stealing your breath as he fucked you with slow, deep strokes; each one with more force behind it than the last. He bent his head and let his lips graze against your knees, gently kissing each one as he stirred your insides up.

“I-Izuru!”

His name fell from your lips in broken whines, You couldn’t do anything but keep repeating it over and over again as he rocked into you, making the bed shake and headboard slam against the wall.

—-

your body, show me how you use it

we gone pop some champagne

and listen to some music

and once we get our clothes off

wrap your legs around my shoulders

and it’s gone be just like i told ya

baby i’m gone work you over

and over, and over, and over again

so what you wanna do?

—-

“Oooo,’Zuru!”

“Fuck yes, Y/N…oh my God…”

Izuru had shifted your positions now so that you were riding him cowgirl-style while he held your bound wrists behind your back. He made you bounce on his dick wildly, amusing him very much since he had all of the control right now.

“Tell me…tell me -s-shit! - tell me you want me to cum inside your pussy. Say it for me.”

“I want you to cum inside my pussy, baby! Please, ‘Zuru, I need you to fill me up so badly! I need you!”

He had already started cumming before you even got all the words out - the way your pussy gripped and clenched around him had him whining your name in that lovely, smooth baritone of his and spurting his thick, hot seed right up against your womb.

“Shit shit shit shit-FUuuuCK!

With a hand on the back of your neck and one last thrust that had you seeing multiple galaxies, he emptied his balls completely. Your exhausted body began to slump forward and Izuru caught you in his arms. He laid you against his chest and began to untie your bindings.

“You did so well, angel. So good and perfect for me, as always. My perfect Y/N.”

—-

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

—-

Izuru always made sure to give you the best aftercare whenever the two of you were experimenting with different kinks in the bedroom.

He made sure to clean you off really well, change you into a pair of comfortable pajamas, and make you some lavender tea to help you sleep.

Your head rested on his chest now as the two of you snuggled beneath the covers.

“‘Zuzu…I really am so proud of you for everything that you’ve accomplished. You’re going to make a great Captain.”

The soft rise and fall of his chest was quickly lulling you to sleep, but you did hear his next statement.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I really appreciate that, but I don’t think I could be that great of a Captain if I don’t have a great Lieutenant by my side.”

“Why would you say something like-oh. OH.”

He just chuckled at your realization and kissed your neck.

“I love you so much, Y/N Kira.”

“I love you too, Captain Kira.”

—-

i’m gonna make it do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

I’m gonna make it do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

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luluwiie · 3 years

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My requests Masterlist

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Since my first post started to get full of links and mentions, I created this new post for the amazing writers who accepted and gave life to my requests ❤

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💥 Katsuki Bakugo requests

@thelawofmixingcolors - Princess and Hero- Angst with happy ending - one of my fav plumes and favorite person, who gave life to one of my dream... Worth the reading ! ❤❤

@songbirdsingingthings - Midnight Revelations - Fluff - This author is definitely gifted and I'll just cheer them up for my whole Tumblr life. Check their Masterlist ! Worth the read !

@izukulus - Not even worried - Angst to Fluff - Soft Canon Bakugo fiejfkekdjf I loved it :'D

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@thelawofmixingcolors - Escape - I can buy you time - Angst with happy ending

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bleach-your-panties · 5 months

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:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ→˚₊· 🤎black-coded reader if you squint, but anyone can read!

✨️warnings: modern university au (4years), jealous sex, degradation, dirty talk, oral (f! receiving), messy sex, kinda angsty, but happy ending. y'all should know by now, 18+ and mdni; it's nnn for pete's sake (who's pete?)

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ→˚₊·🤎first time writing for geto!

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▶️addiction - ryan leslie ft. cassie, fabulous

▶️my boo - usher ft. alicia keys

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You and Suguru have been best friends since high school.

Getting introduced to him by a certain, snow-haired, crystalline-eyed troublemaker in your first year at Jujutsu Tech had to have been the highlight of your life at the time.

He was in stark contrast to his other best friend, Satoru Gojo, but that may be why the two of you got along so well.

Gojo and Shoko joked around about how similar the two of you acted and that you should drop the 'best friend' facade and just date already.

Your tight-lipped presentation paired with Suguru's quiet reticence allowed the two of you to shrug off their suggestions fairly easily and keep it pushing.

All that began to change though once the four of you graduated high school and started college.

Gojo, with his lovable loud-mouthed self, continued his relentless teasing of Suguru throughout the first two years of college. Shoko effectively took over with teasing you, but you continued to just laugh them off.

“Really, you two? If Sugu and I wanted to date each other, we could have done that ages ago! Since you’re both so invested in love, why don’t the two of you go on a date, huh?”

That shut them up pretty quick.

Thankfully, because you didn’t know how much more of their sad attempts at matchmaking you’d be able to handle.

—-

When the third year of university rolled around, there was a drastic change to you and Suguru's dynamic.

It started off innocent: late-night study sessions in the library that ended with you spending the night in his dorm room.

He didn't want you walking across campus to the women's dormitories in the dark by yourself (why didn't he offer to walk you?), so staying over with him was obviously the only option.

With the two of you having been friends for years, initially, there was no awkwardness; only warm, comfortable silences while the both of you studied together.

Suguru had decided to major in religious ministry and planned to pursue a Ph.D. in the subject once he finished his undergraduate studies. His logical and emotional intelligence are both above average, so you know that he'll excel in his chosen program.

With you always having had a love for science and medicine, much like Shoko, you opted to pursue a degree in biology with a pre-medicine concentration, though you haven't quite made your mind up about whether you'd rather pursue medical school or another type of graduate school.

No awkwardness, right?

That was true until one fateful night in his dorm room.

The two of you were studying, per usual, but something in the air seemed off. Finally, Suguru spoke up.

"You know, Y/N, I think that Satoru and Shoko are partially right."

You were nose-deep in an anatomy book before his smooth voice broke through the silence in the room.

"Huh, partially? About what?"

The book closed with a soft plunk and your e/c eyes were now focused on Suguru's face.

He looked pensive like he was trying to put his full thoughts into words before expressing them to you. His black square-framed glasses slipped down and rested on the bridge of his nose. You wanted to lean forward and push them back up.

"About us. How we should date or whatever."

"Oh, and what makes them right after what, nearly 6 years, now?" You asked in an amused tone.

Suguru chuckled softly and then began to rise from his black leather desk chair. His slipper-clad feet padded towards you until he was kneeling on his bed, his left knee situated right between your thighs.

"Su..?" You asked breathlessly as he steadily moved closer to you. His taller frame enclosed around you, like a massive tree hiding a small bird within its branches.

He leaned down until his cowlick was touching your forehead.

"Sugu.."

Then in the next moment he was kissing you.

He tasted exactly how you expected: like black tea and mint.

A startled gasp left your lips as he pressed his harder into yours, smearing your Chapstick.

With shaky hands, you carefully brought them to rest on his neck.

Suguru smirked against your lips, sucked your bottom one into his mouth and gave it a harsh suckle.

Suddenly, you were pushed onto your back with Suguru sitting up on his knees, your thighs on either side of his hips.

"Mmm, Su, wait…what's all this about?" You peered up at him through lidded eyes with mink lashes attached. Bottom lip red and swollen from his urgent kisses.

He swiped his tongue over his teeth, revealing the head of that sinful tiger eye tongue bar.

"I just want to…test a hypothesis if you will indulge me, pretty girl…"

You felt your face beginning to burn from bashfulness at his insinuations as well as the use of the scientific jargon.

He moved back so you could fully sit up.

"Okay, I'm listening."

"Well, I don't know if you've felt it, but there's an undeniable amount of chemistry and sexual tension between us."

"There is?" You made your face look surprised, your brows furrowing and your mouth contorting into a small "o"

Suguru rolled his dark onyx eyes at your obliviousness.

"I just had my tongue tickling your palatines while you reciprocated eagerly, yet you think there's no sexual tension there?"

You scoffed a laugh. "You have really got to stop reading my anatomy texts."

"But why? They're quite interesting." He smirked.

"Yeah, but quoting them while we're getting hot and heavy? So not sexy, Su."

He gripped your thigh, squeezing the fat of it through your spandex shorts before rubbing his hand down your leg to your pedicured foot.

Suguru massaged your toes gently, rubbing his rough palm over the sensitive soles; it felt so good, especially since you'd been up and down the campus all day, trying to locate your new classes for the semester.

A deep sigh/moan escaped your still-wet lips and you ran your tongue over them to savor the lingering flavor of Suguru's kiss.

He put both hands on your thighs and wrapped them around his lower back before continuing to massage your legs and feet.

"Huh, you like that, baby?" He asked with an air of arrogance in his tone, eyes crinkling in mirth through his glasses as he stared down at you.

"Gosh, yes, Sugu. My feet were killing me. Thank you."

Suguru only chuckled softly before grabbing both your ankles and bringing your legs to rest on his shoulders, just to watch the expression on your face change from relaxed to surprised.

"Su!"

"Hmm, don't start screaming my name just yet, little one."

And that was the very first night that you two fucked.

—-

Throughout the rest of the year, that was how the two of you continued on.

Those late-night study sessions in Suguru's dorm room turned into late-night sex sessions.

He still gave you those foot massages followed by eating you out until your voice was hoarse from calling his name.

Whenever Suguru had a rough day in class, he'd text your phone and you'd know to immediately head to his room after your evening classes.

He'd waste no time grabbing your throat and pinning you against the small armoire, throwing one leg on his hip and slotting himself in between so you could feel his angry hard-on.

The one that only fucking you could satiate.

Or some days he'd come to your dorm to help you study for your lab exams and memorize organic molecule configurations.

He'd reward you for correct answers with long drags of his tongue through your folds and hard sucks on your clit while you gazed down at him from under your notebooks, hands trembling and slipping from the pages.

As the year dragged along, you found yourself falling deeper in, whatever this was, with Suguru.

You once asked him exactly what 'this' was and where the two of you were going and he simply replied:

"We're just having fun. No pressure, no labels."

So you left it at that.

—

Third year ended and now the two of you are finally seniors.

It's that midpoint between fall and winter, mid-November, and the holidays are fastly approaching.

Which for you means end-of-term lab exams.

Luckily, you and your lab partner are meeting up today to study for the organic chem lab.

You'd met him on your first day of the dreaded class, a credit required in order for you to graduate with all the prerequisites needed for med school.

At first glance, he seemed like someone who'd drop the class in the first couple weeks and change their entire major just like you'd seen many of your former classmates do.

As you got to know each other throughout the semester, you warmed up to him and grew a small crush on the intelligent male.

Intelligence, a trait that you quite admire in your men.

To be honest, he reminded you of Suguru a bit.

Suguru, who you haven't really talked to or hung out with since your little falling out at the end of third year.

You didn't know if you'd both silently agreed to break off your little arrangement or if you were just avoiding him.

Probably the latter.

It wasn't hard to do since you're both in different majors and have no classes in common; you can just write it off as you being extremely busy, which isn't actually a lie.

Continuing on to your dorm room after last class, you made yourself some instant ramen in your microwave before you started getting dressed for your lab review session.

You sit at your little vanity table to do your makeup. Soft, pastel eyeshadow to compliment your beautiful e/c eyes and to match the pastel-colored cardigan laid across your bed.

Despite the chilly weather outside, you opted to dress cute in your cardigan with a white turtleneck sweater underneath, black leather miniskirt, white thigh-high thick socks, and black Mary-Jane style slanted wedge heels.

Your fashion sense often earns you many sneers from your peers and questioning looks from your professors, but ask if you give a fuck.

To top off your look, you added some dainty silver jewelry before grabbing your bags and leaving for the chemistry building.

—-

Suguru sighed and stuck his phone back into his pants pocket.

He's a coward.

He can't even bring himself to click on your contact name to draft a simple

'can we talk?' text.

The biting cold in the air made him hurry along to the campus coffee shop where Satoru had asked to meet him.

—-

I was hopin' you'd notice

The way that I like to have you around

Around, yeah

Listen and you will find that your heart beats for me

Girl, I hear the sound, and it only gets better

It started off with a kiss (uh huh)

Never expectin' this (uh huh)

And now I'm here copin' with

My addiction, addiction

—-

The little bell over the door jingled and Satoru's snow-white head shot up from where he was almost asleep (and drooling) on his class notes.

"About time you got here! I was beginning to think you'd stood me up!" He perked right up and swiped his sleeve over his mouth, putting on a bright smile.

Suguru just sighed and pulled back the wooden chair before plopping unceremoniously down into it. His backpack clunked to the floor.

"What's wrong with you? I mean aside from your usual aloof asshole tendencies. Something is actually going on, I can feel it." The blue-eyed male asked in concern.

"Nothing is wrong, Satoru. I'm just tired and stressed about midterms, graduation, and a whole lot of other shit."

Like you.

He didn't mean to hurt your feelings or make you feel unimportant when he said that the two of you were just having fun.

'What a fucking idiot I am. Of course no girl worth her salt wants to hear that she's just a nutty buddy.'

He lamented in his head before slamming it into the table. He groaned when the elastic keeping his hair in a bun snapped, covering his face completely in inky, blue-black locks.

Surprisingly, his glasses didn't break.

"Oh damn, that bad, huh?" Satoru asked. "Hey, can I get a triple shot of espresso on that frappe, please! I think you're gonna need it to get through the rest of the day." He murmured as the waitress walked over.

—-

And Satoru was right. He did need that coffee to make it through his last few classes, but he still felt like shit and now he was wired and not to mention completely pent up and horny.

After you two fell out, Suguru fell into a pit of despair. You stopped talking to him, studying with him, and even stopped responding to his texts.

Of course he missed hiking your legs up and eating you out, fucking you on every surface in his room, and then making you take his cumshots all over your makeup, but honestly right now…

He just missed your presence in his life.

To pour even more salt in his wounds, his two other best friends had begun dating people on campus, which often made him the fifth wheel when it came to hangouts.

Usually, Satoru would always have Shoko attached to his hip and Suguru would have you, but now that was all over because of his wreckless choice of words.

"Fuck!"

He kicked one of the flimsy metal chairs outside of the library over with the toe of his boot causing some freshmen students to give him frightened looks.

"Got something to say?"

They shook their heads.

"Thought so."

He hoisted his backpack up higher on his shoulders so he could begin his trek across campus to get to the warmth of his dorm room when he saw you moving quite urgently towards the chemistry building.

He knew that you were likely heading to prepare for one of your lab exams, but the outfit that you had on alluded to this being much more than just a casual meet-up to study.

Oh no, with the way that skirt was gripping your hips and just barely covering your ass, you had to be meeting up with someone special.

And the fact of knowing that it isn't him lit his entire soul on fire.

"Oh, hell no."

So he followed you.

—-

There's always that one person

That will always have your heart

You'll never see it comin'

'Cause you're blinded from the start

Know that you're that one for me

It's clear for everyone to see

Ooo baby…

You will always be my boo…

—-

You hummed softly to yourself as your heels clicked along the tiled hallway floor of your least-favorite building on campus.

Your partner had texted you to let you know that he'd be running late, as he had a test to make up that he'd forgotten about.

That made you roll your eyes, but nevertheless you carried on to the empty lab room so you could start studying by yourself.

Once inside, you set up your materials on the desk and began to work.

After only a few minutes of you working, you heard the door to the lab room creak open.

Thinking it was your partner finally having finished up, you lifted your head with a smile only for it to drop once you saw Suguru's tall frame lingering there at the door like a nervous ghost.

"What are you doing here?"

He froze at the ice in your tone; yep, you're definitely still mad.

Almost shyly, he moved into the room, making sure that he shut the heavy door behind himself. It closed with an echoing 'boom'.

"What, am I not allowed within twenty feet of you now? Did you file a restraining order on me, too?" He bit with more than a hint of sarcasm.

"Very funny, Suguru. So what-

“Suguru?” He cut in.

You never called him Suguru. Only 'Sugu' or 'Su'. Never Suguru.

You looked up as he began stalking towards you, the thud of his boots much louder in your ears than they should have been.

He now hovered over you, a mean and irritated look plastered across his normally cool, stoic features.

(a/n: the pic in the banner is how he's looking at you🙈)

You only continued with your original thought, though your tone was a bit less sassy now.

"So you came here in search of me because why? Couldn't get your nut off by yourself?" You sneered, making his jaw tense.

A large hand slammed down on the table, making you flinch.

"Stop with the attitude, Y/N. I'm already fucking pissed."

Now you were confused because, who is he talking to?

"Okay and what does that have to do with me, Suguru? You-"

His other hand gripped the wide collar of your cardigan and pulled you up out of the chair you were seated in.

Your face smashed against his chest and you were engulfed in the deep scent of his woodsy cologne. He pushed you back slightly to examine your face up close.

"Stop calling me that."

"Your name?"

He gazed down at you with his black eyes hardened.

They slowly roamed over your body, taking you in as a whole since he hasn't seen you up close in so long.

“So you wore this for him?”

"Him?" You put a hand on his chest and he allowed you to push him back so you could have space.

His eyes shifted from your face to your thigh-highs.

"Your boyfriend. The one you're waiting here for."

Is this really happening right now? It couldn't be.

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you regarded Suguru with an incredulous look.

"My boyfriend, oh right, you mean my chemistry lab partner."

You crossed your arms underneath your bust and his breath hitched as the movement caused your breasts to shift upwards and strain against the material.

"If that's what you want to call it, you don't have to hide it from me." He shrugged and stuck his hands in the pockets of his black jeans.

“Well don’t let me interrupt your little date.”

“It’s not a date, Suguru, we’re just studying for our lab exam. He is my lab partner, after all. We've worked together for this entire semester."

His jaw clenched. So this guy had been around you and not only within school grounds, most likely.

In a split second, you were flying backwards, with your back rubbing against the cold surface of the lab table.

Suguru was back between your legs, the position mirroring the one from your first ever sexual encounter last school year.

"You let him fuck you?" He asked with a hard edge to his voice.

"W-what?"

"You heard me, Y/N. Did you give him a taste of what belongs to me?"

He lowered himself to a kneeling position right between your spread thighs.

"Knees up."

Immediately, you complied, making Suguru smile and show all of his perfectly straight white teeth. He then grabbed hold to the sides of your panties and began shimmying them down ever so slowly.

"My favorite panties, too. What a shame; you're really showing out now, aren't you, darling? Trying to get daddy's attention?"

You pressed your lips together causing him to click his tongue in annoyance.

"Huh, you want my attention, so you parade yourself around campus dressed like how you are? Answer me."

He spanked your pussy hard with the back of his hand, making your back arch off the table.

"Suguru, please!"

"I said to stop fucking calling me that. Now lay your ass back down."

You obeyed but your lower lip quivered just slightly. He was mad and when Suguru was mad and sexually frustrated, you knew it wouldn't be a short night for you.

"I'm going to ask you again, Y/N. Did you let him fuck?"

You quickly shook your head side to side.

"But you wanted to, right? You were going to, right? Answer right now or I'll leave you here with a wet cunt and no orgasm."

"No, Su, I promise. We're just partners, I swear!"

"Hmm, lying slut…" He murmured, eyes transfixed on how your pussy lips were sucking in the damp material of your underwear. He was ecstatic that you had stopped calling him Suguru, though.

With two fingers, he hooked them under your panties, right on top of your mound. The backs of his knuckles scraped against your throbbing clit, causing your left knee to shake.

"Such a sensitive bitch, you've got to be telling the truth then, because you only tremble like this when you're needy. Right, baby?"

You whimpered out a weak 'yes' and 'please'

—-

Lil' mama, I know what you want

Begging me to beat it

Like the bass in my trunk

I'm a lil' nasty, I ain't even gotta front

Lick you from your head

Down down to your butt

—-

Suguru decided to finally indulge you, but first he ripped your panties off in one swift movement, fully exposing you to his greedy eyes.

He spat a thick, wet glob of saliva onto your pussy, the sound making your face warm with shame.

"You don't have to act so shy, love. I know I'm the only one who knows how to eat this shit just the way you like it."

His long fingers slid through your folds, collecting your creamy, translucent cum on them.

He scissored his fingers apart, watching the strings stretch but never break.

"Fuck."

His dick is as hard as a brick, but he'll take care of that in a minute.

Next, his mouth was completely covering the bottom of your cunt while those two fingers worked your clit, rubbing your mess back and forth over the pulsating bud.

The ball of his tongue ring poked at your asshole periodically as he ate you out and you clenched everytime, fearing that he'd stick it in.

French-polished nails reached for his hair and Suguru, whose eyes never left yours, grabbed your hand with his free one to tangle yours in his navy blue locks.

"Su! Su! Su!" You chanted like a cheer, cheering him on as he ate your pussy so sloppily and made a mess of you and the table.

Juices leaked down your legs and his chin from his combined saliva, your slick, and your cum from the multiple times that he had you squirting, just from his tongue and two fingers.

He could eat you out like this for hours, but he doubted he'd have that much time before someone discovered the two of you.

Rising back to his full height, Suguru looked down at you and admired the shaking, wet mess that you'd become.

You were covered from your lower abdomen down to your knees in a mixture of your own squirt, cum, and his saliva. Even your socks were soaked and now sticking to your skin.

He never thought you looked more beautiful.

"Su…" You whined up at him, body growing cold from the waist down and aching to have him fill you up and make you warm.

"What, bitch? Want my dick now? You think you've earned it after ignoring me for damn near the whole semester?"

Your eyes drooped sadly and he stopped, cursing himself for not knowing when enough was enough.

"No, no, no…I'm sorry, baby…look, listen to me. I…"

"I'm sorry, Sugu. I'm sorry for ignoring you instead of just coming out and telling you how I really felt."

He stopped completely then and rested his hands on your hips, right above the top of your skirt and massaged small circles into the pudge that poked out there.

Dark, slanted eyes locked onto your e/c ones to let you know that you had his full attention.

—-

I was in love with you when we were younger, you were mine (my boo)

And I see it from time to time

I still feel like (my boo)

And I can see it no matter how I try to hide (my boo)

And even though there's another man Who's in my life, you will always be my boo

My oh, my oh

My oh, my oh, my

My boo

My oh, my oh

My boo

—-

"I knew the moment you kissed my lips in your room that day. That you were the one I could put my entire trust in and spend the rest of my life with. There's no one that I trust to have my heart more than you, Sugu. I love you."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He fucked up.

'I fucked up'

"I fucked up." He finally said out loud. Your eyes raised to meet his again.

"I fucked everything up when I said that stupid shit that I said."

You wrapped your arms around his neck while he stood between your legs.

"Every day that I couldn't be around you was fucking hell. You consumed nearly every waking thought. School, hanging with friends, work; hell, even jacking off became torturous knowing that I wouldn't be hearing from you throughout any part of my day."

He chuckled lowly.

"Do you forgive me, baby? You have nothing to apologize for here, and I love you, too.."

You nodded slowly and he pressed his forehead against yours before tilting his head to capture your lips in his.

The tangy taste of your cum covered your taste buds as Suguru began exploring every inch of your mouth with his expert tongue.

His tongue bar clinked against your teeth ever so slightly with his rushed and hasty movements; it was like he was trying to savor every bit of that sweet confession that you'd just spoken to him.

"Mmm, Sugu…" You breathed once he parted for air.

His hands moved to your waist and he flipped you over, pressing you back into the table with both of your wrists trapped in one of his strong hands.

The sight of that tight, black leather hiked up over your ass cheeks had him in a frenzy to undo his belt and drop his pants.

Once his cock was free, he tapped the leaking head on both cheeks.

He couldn't help himself, he just had to ask:

"Whose pussy is this?"

Your reply was immediate:

"I-It's yours, Sugu'..f-fuck! Please put it in!"

"Hmm, not good enough. Fucking convince me."

Even though he said that, he was already sliding his thick ass dickhead between the messy folds of your cunt.

"Please, Su…it's yours, baby, all yours. Please fuck me."

"Shit…!" He almost collapsed on top of you and sent the whole table crashing to the ground.

You let out a collective moan when he finally slid in, sheathing his dick deep inside you.

Grabbing your hair and twisting it around his hand, he pulled you up into a perfect arch with your ass flush against his thighs.

"Again. Whose is it?"

—-

Slide in that thang, real deep game

Bust it so good, girl, what's my name?

Hit it from the back, headboard swag

When I talk shit, shawty answer right back

I be on her like:

Who booty is it?

Who booty, who booty, who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty, who booty, who booty is it?

—-

Usually Suguru was a rough, fast thruster, but right now he had you confused because he'd start out with a few quick hard thrusts that had you face-planting into the table, then he'd switch it up and slow grind you, pressing his hips so far into your backside that you'd have imprints of his hip bones.

"Su…S-s-u…SU! Fuck fuck fuckkkk!" You screeched while your nails scratched the surface of the table that was sliding back and forth but hadn't broken down.

He only thrusted harder and faster. It wouldn't be long before he came all over that dirty pussy.

“Sturdy ass table.” He chuckled. “Perfect for whores like you to get fucked on.” A groan from deep within his chest emerged as his thighs shook.

"I'm…fuck…I'm going to ask you one last time, Y/N. Whose. Fucking. Pussy. Is. It. Y/N?"

Each word was punctuated with a deep, brutal thrust.

Your breasts were sore from being pushed so hard against the cold surface of the table and your thighs sticky and wet from Suguru eating you out.

"I- GOD, I…y-yours!" You managed before your orgasm took over.

It was so strong you almost blacked out, no doubt the strongest one you'd ever had thus far.

But Suguru wasn't quite done yet.

He pulled out and slapped your ass hard with his palm while the other fisted his dick furiously.

"Turn over. Open your legs for me, wide, like a slut. There you go."

He came with a shattered groan, ropes of white hot cum splattering against your already bruised and messy folds.

When his balls were completely empty and you were covered in white, he scooped some onto his fingers and brought them up to your lips.

"Suck."

You sucked.

"Good fucking girl, fucking slut. Whore." He attached his mouth to yours and dipped his tongue in to taste your sweetness combined with his essence.

You both made out sloppily, swapping cum until he pulled back and spat the snowballed cum back into your mouth followed by patting your cheek lovingly.

"Now swallow."

And you swallowed.

With a deep sigh and a satisfied smile displayed over his handsome features, he began searching the room for paper towels to clean the two of you up.

Once you'd gotten your bearings, you locked the door behind yourselves.

Suguru pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head.

"I wonder what happened to my partner? I guess I got stood up after all!"

The man beside you couldn't resist rolling his eyes and then answering in a smug tone.

"Or, he heard you screaming my name from all the way down the hallway and decided to just fuck off." He snorted.

You giggled and elbowed his side, but he was dead serious.

"No, really, baby. I saw him peek through the window on the door when I was giving you backshots. The look on his face was fucking priceless." You gasped.

"Sugu, you didn't!" He only laughed harder.

"I mean, really. I didn't even have to ask who it belongs to. Lucky for you that I showed up, or you could've started dating that guy and been screaming out SU everytime he fucked you."

----

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bleach-your-panties · 4 months

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Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Fluff/Suggestive🍥🍭

“Kenny~♡!”

Draken immediately rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face and set his mechanics magazine down on the coffee table in front of him.

“Yes, shorty?”

He looked at your attire with a dark eyebrow quirked. “What in the hell are you wearing?”

You just grinned and did a 360° spin to showcase your festive holiday onesie. A sparkly, sequin-covered Santa hat covers your hair, complete with actual blinking Christmas lights.

“Are you ready to put up the Christmas decorations?!”

He looked up at the ceiling as if thinking about it and ran his tongue over the platinum top-row grill.

“No, but you are, so that means that I’m ready by default.”

“Right you are! Now c’mon!”

—-

“Y/N…why is this shit all tangled up?”

His dark eyes darted from the lights on your hat to the tangled mess that you’d set in front of him.

With hands planted firmly on your wide hips, you just glared at him.

“Well, they have just been sitting in the garage inside a random box since last Christmas.”

Ken looked at you standing across the living room with a pile of boxes labeled ‘xmas deco’ sitting at your feet.

“Don’t get smart.”

“Sorry Kenny~but please untangle them so I can hang them up? You know you’re so good with your hands…”

You strutted over to the couch and stood behind it before your hands planted on his strong shoulders.

“Hmm, is that right?” Draken grinned at you from his side profile almost making you melt into a puddle of goo right there.

—-

“Move the ladder just a little to the left, Ken. Right there is good!”

You squealed as your much taller boyfriend situated the ladder underneath the archway in the living room where you were going to string the lights up.

“Go ahead. I'm holding it.”

You hesitated a bit and looked away from him, a sudden wave of embarrassment washing over you. Ken caught onto your change in demeanor quickly.

“What’s the matter?”

“If I go up the ladder with you holding it like that my butt will be in your face.”

It almost hurt for him not to roll his eyes.

“Girl, I grew up in a brothel. You think I’m worried about some ass in my face? Just put the shit up.”

He shook the ladder a bit as if to say ‘get your ass up there’

After you got over yourself, you climbed up the ladder and began stringing the lights up.

Just as you were climbing down, Draken scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Ken!”

SMACK.

Your butt cheek wobbled from the force he'd put into that smack.

“Hush. You can finish this tomorrow. How about you come and tell me again how good I am with my hands, huh?”

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bleach-your-panties · 5 months

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🌃third and final installment to nnn!

🌕banner made by me in pic collage

🌃divider: kaqpsuik via glitter-graphics

🌕warnings: nsfw 18+. mdni. modern au! candy store owner kisuke, established relationship(marriage), kisuke & reader are older adults, reader is female, fluff, angst, marriage/sex troubles, somnophilia/sleepy sex, breeding kink, sweet surprise at the end!

🌃3.1k words (i cannot write short fics lmao)

🌕: dedicated to all the kisuke stans that followed me back in the day. this one's for y'all!

▶️take your time (do it right) - s.o.s band

▶️take you down - chris brown

ooo-oo, baby

(let's do it)

take your time

(let's do it)

come on, baby

ooo-oo, baby

(let's do it)

take your time

(let’s do it)

—-

You hummed to yourself while swinging your hips and sweeping the floor.

The constant sounds of the cash register ringing and jovial customers sending greetings your way made a light smile tug the corners of your lips.

Kisuke, your loving husband of over twenty years now, had owned this candy store for as long as you could remember.

When you'd first met, you were almost instantly enamored with how well he could relate to all of the children in the neighborhood.

He was always kind and attentive to them, even managing to remember all of their names, siblings’ names, grades in school, and of course, their favorite candies.

Kisuke was sort of like the Santa Claus of Karakura Town and this quaint little store was his workshop.

One could only imagine that the man would be as sweet as the confectionaries that decorated the shelves in his store, and that assumption would be correct.

Sweet, thoughtful, quick-witted, intelligent, and charming were all pretty adjectives to describe your husband.

As well as meticulous, over analytical, overcritical, anal, particular-

Ah, and your favorite:

Workaholic.

“Is there something wrong, Urahara-san?” Your husband's busty, blonde employee asked as she bounced over to where you stood.

Rangiku began working for the Urahara Shoten as a freshman in university; now, fast forward three years and, early next quarter, she'd be graduating with a degree in Fashion Marketing.

“Huh? Oh, it's nothing Rangiku. Now that you mention it though, I am feeling a little lightheaded.”

You gave her a weak smile and continued your cleaning, but you miscalculated your next step and almost went hurtling face-first into the wooden floor.

“Uh oh. HEY JINTA! URURU!” Rangiku hollered across the shop, alerting some of the customers, but most importantly the two middle-school aged children.

“Take over the sweeping and watch the front counter while I go make Urahara-san some tea.”

The two nodded and Jinta took the broom from you while Ururu replaced your slipper on your foot.

“Thank you dears, I appreciate you both so much.” You kindly nodded to them.

Rangiku began leading you towards the back of the store to the break room.

“You really shouldn't have to worry so much, Rangiku. I'll be fine, really.”

Despite your protests and reassurances that you were alright, she still helped you settle into a chair before maneuvering over to the kitchenette to put on the kettle for the tea.

Waving her hand dismissively, she only turned around to face you when she wanted to inquire about which tea flavor you'd prefer.

“Ah, well let's see. Ginger sounds nice. I've had an awful bout of nausea along with these headaches and lightheaded sensations.”

She raised a questioning eyebrow at you but you pretended not to notice.

You were sure that you were probably just coming down with something, what with the weather rapidly changing from autumn to winter.

Besides, when was the last time that Kisuke actually took the time to finish inside of you?

He was so busy with the store these days that if he even bothered to make love to you it would be rushed and he'd finish on your tits or ass.

You got lost in your thoughts, going down multiple rabbit holes full of negativity. Wondering if Kisuke even found you attractive anymore.

With a heavy sigh, you laid a hand against your cheek. Rangiku brought over two teacups and a plate of rice crackers.

“Thank you, Rangiku. You really are a lifesaver.”

The warm, ginger tea immediately spread a feeling of healing and nourishment throughout your tired body.

To be honest, you worked just about as hard as Kisuke did in this store, but you usually never let work prevent you from participating in self-care. What was happening to you?

Rangiku slammed her arm down on the table, making you let out a surprised yip. The teacups rattled from the motion.

“Now that we're alone, you can finally tell me what's been bothering you, Urahara-san…”

“W-what's bothering me?” You mentally cursed yourself for stuttering!

There's no way that you can tell Rangiku about the issues you and Kisuke have been having in the bedroom.

You brought the cup back to your lips to hide your expression.

—-

you know you ought to slow down

you’ve been working too hard and that’s a fact

sit back and relax a while

take some time to laugh and smile

—-

Bashfully, you scratched at your neck then fiddled with your wedding band - anything to distract yourself from answering the busty blonde’s question.

“Well…it's kind of embarrassing to say, and I don't want to sound like I'm complaining…Kisuke is a wonderful husband and he works so hard.”

Rangiku's palm slapped on the table this time, once again threatening to spill your teacup.

“Ah ha! So it is about that scruffy old man! I knew it!” She wagged a pink-manicured finger at you.

—-

Kisuke had just returned to the shop. He made a stop at the bank to make some deposits and to order a new book of business checks.

He hung his coat on the rack by the door and greeted some customers before walking up to Tessai who was currently working the register.

“Where's Rangiku and Y/N?”

Tessa handed a customer their receipt then pushed his glasses up his nose.

“I believe the lady of the house wasn't feeling well, so Rangiku took her to the back to sit down. She was working very hard today, must have tired herself out.”

Kisuke's blonde eyebrows furrowed but he nodded, giving Tessai a simple ‘thank you’ before walking off towards the back rooms.

The shop also doubled as Kisuke and your living area.

It was set up like a small apartment, just enough space for the two of you to live in comfort.

It wasn't anything flashy - modestly decorated and very homey - for a couple your age.

He began making his way back towards your small home, but promptly stopped when he heard voices coming from the break area.

“You don't have to be embarrassed, Urahara-san. You can talk to me about anything that's troubling you, always. I won't tell a single soul, I swear!”

Rangiku’s boisterous voice, no doubt.

Then your softer, meeker one.

“It’s just that, sometimes, I feel like Kisuke isn't attracted to me anymore. When we make love - if you can even call it that these days - he doesn't even come inside anymore! Oh Rangiku, what do I do? Am I.. am I not attractive enough anymore?”

Kisuke could definitely hear a wobble in your voice and it made his heart tighten inside his chest.

You really thought he didn't find you attractive?

“Nonsense! You're just as hot as the first day I met you, and if that old fart can't see that then that's his problem, not yours!”

He could've fallen to the floor. A giant tick mark etched its way onto the side of his blonde head.

Despite Rangiku’s…bluntness…he could understand how you might feel that way.

Most days, he was exhausted after work and wanted nothing more than to just cuddle up to you and drift off to sleep in your arms. He’d have to admit that making love to you properly had taken a back seat to his hectic work schedule.

He still tried his best to please you, which is where the quickies came in.

Being married came with many day to day challenges, but the last thing that Kisuke ever wanted you to feel was that he wasn't attracted to you; god, he's so damn attracted to you.

If he had more time throughout the day, he’d have you pressed up against every surface in that goddamn apartment.

Even though it’s technically eavesdropping, he’s grateful to hear what you'd been too ashamed and uncomfortable to talk to him about.

Now he knew exactly what he needed to do to make this right.

—-

lay your heavy load down

so we can stop and kick back

it seems we never take the time to do

all the things we want to, yeah

—-

Later That Night

Once the store had closed for the evening, Kisuke sent all of his employees home and told them not to return the next day, as they would be closed for ‘cleaning.’

No one questioned him (many welcomed the time off, especially Rangiku who'd likely spend the day shopping until she dropped.)

After your chat with Rangiku, you had decided to turn in earlier than you usually did tonight.

You took the time to actually do your skin care routine; it made you feel just a little bit lighter and way more relaxed.

Donning a simple nightdress, you fixed your hair into your bedtime style, slipped your feet into your slippers, and headed off to bed with a cup of tea, this time lavender and chamomile.

—-

Kisuke decided that he’d put off completing some financial reports until tomorrow - tonight he had plans for you and him…

….That was until he came to bed and saw you already fast asleep.

He thought you looked so endearing this way with your arms cradling his pillow as your body laid halfway between yours and his side of the bed.

His slippered feet padded quietly along the hardwood floors, desperately trying to keep his movements subtle enough so as not to wake you.

Kisuke’s cock began to harden in his sleeping pants as he got closer to you: the swell of your ass sitting taut against your nightgown with your hip hiked up just enough so he could see your panties.

But the thing that had his dick absolutely throbbing was the simple sparkle of the diamonds in your wedding rings. The moonlight trickling in from the bedroom window covered you in an ethereal glow.

You looked like a goddess.

A true sleeping beauty.

A knee sank into the bed, but you were ever the clueless to your husband joining you.

Two thick, muscular thighs enclosed your hips, gently nudging them over until you were laying flat on your tummy.

A rough hand caressed all the way from the ball of your foot, calf muscle, up to the crease behind your knee.

Kisuke hesitated a bit, stopping his movements when you let out a soft sigh.

“Kisuke…”

Oh shit. Was he caught?

He began to withdraw his actions until a small hand encircled his wrist.

Hooded gray eyes trailed up your form until they met your sleep-filled expression.

Your lips were upturned in a dopey smile, your e/c eyes clouded over with sleep but also lust as you looked at him from over your shoulder.

“Yes, my darling? What is it you need from me? Don't be shy now…”

Kisuke’s knuckles dragged along your inner thighs, your slick making it easier for the rough digits to slide against your warm skin.

He pinned you down with one hand on the back of your neck. Your face squished against the cool silk of the pillow as your husband began to tease your folds in preparation for his cock.

“Please, Kisuke…need your cock inside..” You babbled incoherently; your mind was foggy with sleep but still you were cognizant enough of your actions to consent to your husband fucking you.

Kisuke groaned low in his throat behind you, grazing his left ring finger over your clit. The cold metal of his wedding band made your thighs twitch and clamp down around his hand.

“Shh, shh…you will, baby; just be a bit more patient for me, alright?”

Nodding impatiently, you pushed your pussy further against his hand, rubbing your juices against the long, thick digits.

“So wet, baby. Don't tell me you missed me?” You could hear the stupid smirk in his voice.

“Stop playing, Kisuke, you-”

SMACK!

The flesh of your ass cheek jiggled against his palm, which he then smoothed over the reddening mark.

“Hush up, woman. I know how to take care of this pussy, been doing it for over two decades now.”

Now he was the one getting impatient as he continued to play with your ass cheeks with his right hand while his left stroked your leaking slit.

Two fingers, the ring and middle, eased inside your wet hole - making both you and Kisuke moan out loud.

“Oh yeah, this pussy’s as tight as the first night I ever fucked it, baby…”

He leaned his upper body over yours to press a kiss into your open mouth. Your tongues swirled together in a passionate, lascivious dance. A dance of two lovers who both yearned for the other so desperately.

Pulling back for air with a wet ‘pop’, Kisuke removed his fingers from you and used them to stroke his dick.

“Kisuke...please.”

“Nuh uh, lie back down. Ass up, just how you were. Got a lot to make up for, baby. Let me do it.”

—-

now, baby we can do it

take the time, do it right

we can do it, baby

do it tonight

baby, we can do it

take the time, do it right

we can do it, baby

do it tonight

—-

The slow, calculated movements of Kisuke’s hips grinding you into the mattress had you gripping the headboard for dear life.

His cock filled you up so well, taking up every inch of space in your lower half.

You in turn ground back against him, your ass making soft ‘plip plip’ noises from your combined arousals melding between you.

It was as if the both of you were trying to glue your bodies together so you'd never have to separate from each other again.

“Fuck, Kisuke…it's so good, baby.”

He would've responded if he wasn't so focused on how hard you were gripping him. How in the hell had he ever managed to keep himself from cumming inside of you?

With only a few more strokes he'd be filling you up, splattering your walls with his seeds and then pulling out to watch your little cunt struggle to hold it all inside.

Wait, no.

No no no.

He wouldn't let any of it slip out, not a single goddamn drop.

If anything, he'd use his fingers to plug you up and keep his essence inside of you where it rightfully belonged.

That's it. That's what he was going to do. He's going to breed you tonight, right here. Right fucking now.

His hands gripped your neck and peeled your upper body off of the bed.

You arched into him perfectly as he continued pummeling your pussy from the back.

The entire bed shook from his enthusiastic movements, and then you felt a sweaty mop of thick, blonde hair press into your shoulder.

“Need to cum inside you, baby. 'm so sorry, so so sorry, precious. You're all I'll ever need - fuck! - need to fill this pussy up, please let me, baby!”

Your cheeks blushed at the high, desperate tone of his voice and you reached a hand up to grab at his soaked hair.

Once again your lips slotted together and Kisuke moved one hand between your legs to rub at your clit.

“Yes, please Kisuke! I need it, need you! I love you, Kisuke!”

That's all it took for him to bust inside you right there.

Ropes and ropes of warm, sticky cum filled your trembling core as both you and Kisuke collapsed to the mattress below you.

“Fuck, fuck…ah, God…” He was trembling just as much as you were!

The bed sheets were wet from your combined releases. Kisuke wasn't finished with you, though.

“K-kisuke!”

You groaned his name as said man flipped you over like you weighed two ounces and hooked his forearms underneath your knees.

His heavy cock hung between his legs, drenched in your release with the head steadily dripping more droplets of cum.

He lowered his head to your overstimulated cunt and rubbed his stubble over the rim of your ass.

Your abdomen lurched up, but he pressed you back down by driving his nose into your pubic mound. His strength far outweighed yours, so you had no choice but to lay back and take it.

“This is what you wanted, right? Well you got it. I'm not letting you up until you and this entire fucking bed are soaked in my cum, princess. So let me do it.”

—-

take your time

ooo, baby, take your time

if it takes all night

you can do it, you can do it, alright

you can do it, you can do it

to the early morning light

—-

Few Months Later

“Thank you, please come again!” You smiled cheerfully and handed a customer their bag.

“That's the last one, darling. Time to close up for the night.” Kisuke pressed a kiss against your temple and wrapped his free arm around your waist, with only a slight bit of difficulty.

Ever since your passionate romp in the bedroom a few months prior, Kisuke had implemented a new rule for the store: early close on Thursdays and Saturdays. Today was Saturday.

Once Rangiku, Tessai, and all the other associates had gathered their belongings and wished you both a good night, Kisuke whisked you away into your bedroom and locked the door.

He began unbuttoning his shirt, removing his cell phone from the breast pocket and setting it on the nightstand.

You reclined back against the soft pillows strategically aligned against the headboard.

“Don't forget to take it easy, Kisuke.” You dutifully reminded your eager yet adorable husband. He only smirked in return.

Crawling over to you on the bed, now shirtless and exposing his muscled torso, he grabbed your right foot and began massaging gently.

A deep sigh left your lips, making him smile. He pressed a kiss to your ankle before raising up onto his elbows.

“Of course, my love. You know I'd never do anything to hurt either of you.”

His left hand moved to rub over your slightly swollen abdomen.

“You know I think we're going to need to move into a bigger place soon.” You threaded your left hand with his.

“Right you are, beautiful. I've already set the plan in motion, so don't you worry….

“...just lay back and let me take my time and do you right.”

----

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Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Fluff🍥

Shinji Hirako has a big crush on you.

Ever since he saw you at the induction meeting where you were appointed the new taichou of squad thirteen.

Dare he say it, you may be the only person in existence to make Shinji Hirako feel shy.

He can’t help himself, though; you're just so cute!

The moment you walk into a room, all eyes fall to you.

Stylish, graceful-

Overall ethereal.

How can he ever garner the courage to talk to you?

Well, that was when the other Visoreds came in-

But of course their advice was less than savory, per usual-

“Stop being a pussy and just talk to them.” Love, Kensei

“You should just give up, they'd never entertain an uncouth savage such as yourself.” Rose

“It’s more daring and romantic if you make the first move. Trust me, I've read the books.” Lisa

“You're a lovely person. Just be yourself. “ Hachi

“Just go right up to them and give them a big smooch! That'll surely get you noticed!”

Mashiro, what?

“What did you just say?” Shinji narrowed his already slanted eyes at the greenette.

“I said to kiss them! It'll be cute and show that you really like them!”

“Pretty sure that’s sexual harassment.” Lisa mumbled while thumbing through the pages of her manga.

“Right. I can’t just go up to them and kiss them; they might kick my ass! Then I’ll be the laughing stock of the entire Seireitei!”

“Aren’t you already that, though?” Hiyori finally chimed in, having just rejoined the group after running an errand for Kurotsuchi-taichou.

Shinji scowled at her, but she continued with her thought process,

“They should be coming to the annual Christmas party this Sunday. Make your move then, or just shut up about it altogether.”

“Swear you motherfuckers get on my nerves.” He mumbled underneath his breath.

“Care to repeat that?” Hiyori raised a blonde eyebrow and Lisa’s head snapped around in his direction.

“Nothing. I said I’ll be there.”

—-

Shinji began looking for you immediately upon entering the party.

His lips tilted up into his signature grin when he saw you by the punch bowl conversing animatedly with Shunsui and Nanao.

Just as he was about to approach you, a random shinigami came up and joined in the conversation, tugging incessantly on the sleeve of your top.

‘Ugh! Seriously?! This is not going to work. I have to find a way to get their attention. Think, Shinji, think!’

His earthy-colored eyes scanned the room, searching for some type of opening or distraction.

A mistletoe.

The little green shrub with white berries dusted with white paint to make it look like snow had fallen upon it. A bright red ribbon strung it from the ceiling right above your head.

‘Well, I guess you can’t get any more cliche than that. Lisa is going to have a field day with this.’

Puffing out his chest, Shinji strode forward and began walking towards the table where all the food was set out.

Just as he was merely inches from being able to brush his fingers against your sleeve, something caught around his foot and he went sailing up into the air.

A few sharp gasps of surprise and then loud snickers flooded his ears as he hung mercilessly upside down from the ceiling by his ankle.

No one could have been as surprised as you were, though. You quickly rushed to the blonde’s aid and cupped his face between your soft hands.

“Hirako! Are you alright?!”

Shinji’s cheeks blushed a million shades of pink, but he simply nodded. From this angle, he had a perfect view of your pouty lips and before his overbearing thoughts could stop him, he pressed forward and connected his with yours.

It was quick and a bit rushed due to the swaying caused by his current predicament, but you were slow to pull away, cupping his chin and pulling his mouth back onto yours repeatedly.

A chorus of whoops and cheers finally broke you both out of your little moment and you could see Mashiro, Hiyori, and Lisa standing off to the side with satisfied smirks on their faces.

“Drastic times call for drastic measures.” Hiyori laughed.

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victory ride - jean kirchstein x black!fem!reader

⚽️:soccer player!jean x black!fem reader

💎:inspired minimally by a real life encounter I had and because y'all know jean will have y'all in the hospital with that thang between his legs

⚽warnings: university au, smut, consensual recording, oral (m! receiving), switch!jean

💎: banner: made by me on pic collage, image from pinterest, animated on canva

⚽:tagging @chrollohearttags because they not finna play with long dick jean silver's

💎: divider: @/firefly-graphics

⚽: 2.1k words

▶️: rodeo(remix)- lah pat ft. flo milli

—

He love how I ride it

Hop on the dick, I made him get excited

This pussy off limits for lame niggas

Yeah, fuck me like you got some pain in you

—-

You sat idly scrolling through your cell phone while Jean was getting dressed in his uniform for the game that was to start in a couple of hours.

The first away game of the season and the Island Devils would be going up against some preppy university one state over.

While you had been studying this team extensively, Jean had opted not to do so as much, mainly because his nerves wouldn't let him.

"I'm ready, babe. It's time for me to board the bus." He said, looking at the silver, black-bezel Seiko watch that you'd bought him for his birthday.

Your family believed in that old ass superstition that you should never buy a man a watch as a gift, because it would mean the time in your relationship would run out.

Which is why it was just that - a superstition. You and Jean had been together since your freshman year of college and now graduation is right around the corner.

"Okay baby. Sasha, Connie, and I will be right behind y'all." You grabbed your bag and he leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

"Lead the way, baby." He smiled that handsome and devious smile of his, making you roll your eyes.

"Don't think I'm not on to you, Kirchstein!" You pointed at him and began walking out of his apartment door and into the hallway to get to the elevator.

"What did I do?" He asked innocently all the while his hazel eyes were trailing all over your body: from your pastel pink manicured toes, up your toned legs and calf muscles, stopping at your plump, juicy ass that wiggled in the beige romper that you had on. "Damn."

"Uh huh, I knew it." You laughed and pushed your hand into his lower back, making him stumble into a corner of the elevator.

"You're mean." He fake-pouted.

"Uh huh," You said while typing something on your phone. "Better get used to it, buttercup, if you wanna win against the Freedomfighters tonight."

"Freedomfighters, what a stupid ass name." He scoffed. "We'll kick their asses for sure, don't you worry, baby."

When the team bus pulled into the hotel where you all would be staying, Connie parked the car in a space not too far from it and you all got out.

Apparently, the opposing team was staying at this exact same hotel because another bus, similar to your team's but decorated in green and red with a large design of two red roses on either side of a stone wall with a cannon blasting right through it, was parked right next to the guys'.

A petulant-looking ginger was the first off of the bus, and Connie nudged you to get you to look. The tall, lean man was conversing with an equally-as-tall brunette with deep, emerald green eyes and his hair pulled back in a man-bun.

"He looks like an asshole."

You chuckled, "He does and probably is. Come on, let's get inside."

The trio (you, Sasha, and Connie) walked into the hotel lobby and met up with Jean again.

His teammates were used to him running off to hang with the three of you and didn't really mind since he was the captain anyway.

"Ready to head up to the room, dollface?" He asked while heaving his backpack and duffle bag over his shoulders. His face came down to press a kiss against your hair, which made you giggle.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"No getting your dick wet before the game, Jean-y boy. Can't have you making us lose."

"Who the fuck is us? How many goals have you scored for this team? Oh right, zero."

The two of them started bickering back and forth while you walked ahead with Sasha, who'd started chatting in your ear about a popular restaurant in the area.

Shiny metal doors parted for you all and Sasha hit the button for the doors to close until a tan, veiny hand stopped them. A group of very tall athletes sauntered in, laughing and chattering amongst themselves.

The space inside the elevator soon became very crowded, almost squishing the four of you against the elevator's back wall.

'Damn, excuse you then, big ass niggas' You thought while rolling your eyes.

"Verzeihen Sie uns. Platz für ein paar mehr?" (Pardon us. Room for a couple more?)

The ginger and brunette from before, obviously all of them are players on the team Jean is about to go up against us.

Said ginger rolled his eyes as they both stepped into the elevator and stood right next to you, finally letting the doors close.

"Eren, not everyone speaks German, cut it out."

The brunette chuckled deeply.

"My apologies."

His eyes then met yours, jaded hues traveling slowly over your frame, drinking you in.

"Meine Güte, was für eine schöne Frau." (My, what a beautiful woman.)"

You just raised an eyebrow, not understanding a lick of German, but Jean did.

He was between you and Eren in an instant, only having to take one long step forward with those strong, muscular legs.

While he was sizing Eren up, you were doing the same to Jean: your brown eyes roamed over all 6'4" inches of him.

How those black socks covered his legs up to just under his knees and how the silky white and blue shorts formed around the thick, muscled curvature of his ass just right.

Here you were drooling over him while he was about to murder Eren with his honeyed glare.

"Ja, das ist sie, und sie ist bereits vergeben." (Yes she is, and she's already spoken for)

Eren gave Jean a cocky smirk and held his hands up in a mock surrender.

"My apologies, again."

The elevator stopped on their floor and they got out, Eren still with his grin and Floch behind him with the look of a pure dumbass who would support his friend hitting on another man's girlfriend.

"Who were those pricks, anyway?" Jean grumbled looking down at the three of you as you all walked out into the hallway of the fifth floor.

"The brunette was Eren Yeager from Germany, #5. The ginger, Floch Forster from Ireland, #7." You informed the group.

"So you knew who he was this entire time?" Jean asked with an eyebrow raised and a teeny bit of jealousy threaded in throughout his usually calm and deep baritone.

"It's not that big of a deal, it's not like I'm his best friend. I just studied him a bit."

"Studied him?"

Jean's eyebrows shot up into his hairline and his forehead wrinkled significantly. His face portrayed a pretense of self-restraint, like he was attempting to prevent himself from making a scene in the middle of the hallway.

"Anddddd that's our cue to go. Come on, Sasha." Connie quickly grabbed the dark-auburn-haired woman's hand and pulled her down the hallway in the direction of their room.

Awkwardly, you stood with Jean in the middle of the hallway for a few seconds until he turned and stalked off towards your shared room.

His long, spindly fingers held the hotel keycard in a death grip; the veins in his forearms protruded and you could feel your panties getting wet.

"Um, are you mad?"

They lost.

The Freedomfighters actually beat the Island Devils, 3-0.

If you thought Jean was mad before, oh baby, now he was enraged.

Not at you, but more so himself.

That damned Eren Yeager turned out to be a pretty decent soccer player and it only irritated Jean even more when he saw you standing on the sidelines with your video camera.

It wasn't unusual for you to record his games so he and the team could watch the playback later to see what needed to be improved upon, but tonight it only irritated him everytime he looked up to see you with the damned contraption pointed right at him.

Capturing all of his failures of the night live and in 4K resolution.

What made it even worse was that he saw you pointing the camera towards Eren quite a bit as he ran up and down the field.

Jean was only irritated further when you both had returned to the room after the game and he came out of the shower to see you curled up on the bed, already watching the newly acquired video footage.

"Will you put that goddamned thing down already?"

You leaned up from your reclining position on the pillow to acknowledge him.

"Come again?"

"You heard me, or better yet-"

—-

I wanna fuck you right now

Reverse that cowgirl, I'm bucking right now

Climb on this standardbred, hope you can handle it

Beat that cat up when this dog put it down

Let's make a movie, girl, I'll do the shootin'

Camera in my left with your hair in my right

—-

"Yeah, just like that, baby….fuckkkk, hold that angle right there, don't you move."

Jean shivered, but kept his hazel eyes focused on the image of you in the viewfinder swallowing his dick.

His right hand held a tight grip on your hair while he thrust his hips rhythmically back and forth, making you gag on his fat length.

Long and thick, his dick touched the very back of your throat, the outline of it making the skin of your neck bulge in the most grotesque fashion.

"You look so good like this, baby, practically inhaling my dick. Wonder what Yeager would think if he saw you like this, yeah?"

As soon as he mentioned the German man, his eyes crinkled with anger again and his thrusts grew in both force and speed.

Knowing Jean, he'd probably started recording over the footage you'd taken of the game, that which he could honestly give a damn about right now.

"Fuck, I think I like this view much better." He smirked and then let out a deep groan as he emptied his balls in your searing, placable mouth.

"Shit…" He made sure to capture the image of you swallowing his nut and then wiping the excess from around your mouth with those pretty acrylic-tipped fingers.

"Come here; come ride me, baby."

—-

No time to make love, yeah

Keep screamin' you want it

Girl you lookin' lovely

When you ride this pony

We can do this to the morning

So please come and ride me

Love it when I'm deep inside you

You goin' crazy, yeah

—-

Jean's muffled moans seeped through your hand as you now held the camera pointed at him while bouncing up and down on his thick length.

Years of being together and still you felt the stretch of your pussy every time he was inside of you.

Your hand moved from his mouth and tangled in his ash-brown hair and pulled his head back and forth in time with your movements. He could be very loud in bed, which you loved because you revered a man that would let you know that you're making him feel good as well.

"Shit, Jean, baby, you look so fucking good on camera, just as good as you do when you're on the field." You mewled in heightened pleasure, wanting to throw your own head back but also not wanting to miss a single second of his gorgeous face gazing up at you.

His chest and forehead glistening with sweat, those honey-gray eyes shining with unshed tears as his body soon began to tremble with his impending orgasm. Yeah, you had that much of an effect on him.

Just looking at you could make him hard in an instant, but looking up at you while you took his dick like you owned it (and you do) had him more swollen and readier than ever to shoot off inside you like the cannon depicted on the side of the Freedomfighters' bus.

Yeah, after the ride you were giving him tonight he was bound to forget all about Eren, the team, the game - hell, he might even forget his own name for a couple of hours.

That is, if he didn't have you screaming it through the thin walls of this hotel room in those next hours.

Eren might have won the game, but he was the one taking a victory ride tonight.

—-

(If you're horny)

I wanna feel your body on top of mine

(Let's do it)

Right now, we ain't gone waste no time, baby (ride it)

Like a Harley in the wind

Got you bragging to your friends the way you ride (my pony)

Like a rodeo, ride like a rodeo, babe

*ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ!

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