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sashi-ya · 6 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 28: FLESHLIGHT adult! Ichigo x F! Reader x adult! Uryu

requested by: anon ➡ would you write a fic for day 28 with Uryu and Ichigo and a afab! reader? thanks! wc: mdni. ichigo and uryu are adults. threesome. using reader as "a fleshlight". DP. some homoerotic action, but very subtle (you can think what you want), oral, creampie implied. wc: 1,7k masterlist.

Drunk, but not with alcohol. Lovers, haters… enemies, brothers.

The gathering had concluded. Their friends have taken their leaves. And the last one to abandon Ichigo’s house, was, of course, Uryu.

The tangerine haired young man plays on his bed, with some particular gaming console. He bounces his right foot, as he do… unaware of the blue haze that’s about to struck him.

“Kurosaki!” he screams, snatching his Switch from his hands. Ishida, a young soon to become doctor, forces Ichigo to stand up all of a sudden from his bed.

“What the fuck? Give it back, it’s not mine!” Ichigo protests, trying to reach for the console.

Uryu puts it down the desk as well as his glasses, and immediately after pounces on his friend.

“I told you once and a thousand times to stop flirting with (Name). I fucking hate you” Uryu grunts, trying to hit his friend but getting his fists stopped by Ichigo’s quick reaction.

As the ginger boy holds the onyx haired one’s wrists, he tries to understand what was exactly happening.

Uryu seems to have tears on his eyes. After all that happened, after the emotional spiral that they both had to face when younger, this felt to the Quincy like the worst of treacheries.

“Stop. STOP ISHIDA. I haven’t been flirting with her! I am not into (Name), why are you- STOP!” Ichigo tries to inject some reason into Uryu’s mind -even if he lies-. But the Quincy looks now more like a rabid cat than a man.

“I am tired of your shit… I am- why? Why would you… I saw you hugging her, I saw her sitting on your lap tonight…” Uryu mumbles, finally falling over his friend chest. He has ran out of strength, and the depression wins against confrontation.

Ichigo sighs. He, for sure, didn’t realize how bad his actions could hurt his friend. He proceeds to place his hand on Uryu’s not so wide back and lets him calm down with the safe embrace of someone he used to hate but loves as a brother.

“It wasn’t at all my intention. I’m sorry” Ichigo whispers.

Uryu clenching to his friend’s white shirt, stays carving his nose into Ichigo’s chest.

“I know…” he murmurs, almost like a little kid.

“Ichigo I think I forgot my – oh-“ you stop yourself right by the entrance of the substitute Shinigami’s door.

Truth is, you weren’t expecting to interrupt such an intimate moment. But it certainly startled you… while it was expected for them to love each other like brothers, sharing a bed in such conditions caught you by surprise.

Immediately after, they both separate and start stuttering to explain you something. You, on your side, don’t really need much explanation… though it was a little disappointing in a way that they were together; after all, you were actually struggling because you seem to like both.

“It’s ok guys! I am not telling anyone unless you say so! I am happy for you two. I think I forgot my Nintendo switch in here, but I will text you tomorrow!” you quickly say, trying to go away as soon as possible… as much as you liked both, and the scenario represented a pleasant homoerotic imagery, you weren’t invited to their “after party”

Ichigo pushes Ishida to the side, and fast enough stops you from walking. His strong hand around your wrist, makes you internally shiver.

“Listen, you are getting it all wrong! We weren’t doing that. We were just fighting!” he tries to explain, a little too desperate for you to believe in him.

You look at him, up and down. Ichigo looks visibly troubled, his breathing accelerated, and his hand clenching to you intensifies.

Soon, he is not the only one trying to stop you from leaving… and maybe, also trying to move Ichigo away.

“(Name)! I am not into men! Much less Kurosaki… I… In fact, I…” Uryu stutters and closes his beautiful deep blue eyes for some seconds before continuing. “In fact, I am into you. I want you. We were having a discussion because of you!”

Ichigo and you widen your eyes; despite his friend knowing, it was still a big deal for Ishida to finally confess in such way.

You take some time to even react, however your eyes fix into his with shining stars.

“Uryu I… I…” you try to think for the right words; you like him, but you like Ichigo as well… and he hasn’t let you go, either.

All of a sudden, the sweet voice of Ichigo breaks the silence. While being pulled to your left by Ishida, you are being pulled by him to the right.

“(Name), I like you too!” he confesses. Leaving you all doubly perplexed. “Chose one of us, the other will back up”

Ishida, who instantly realizes he wasn’t wrong, decides to focus on you before attacking Ichigo for lying to him. While Ichigo, looks away with a slight blush on his cheeks you haven’t seen before.

A wild idea comes to your mind… why choosing, if you can have both?

“I won’t chose” you speak. They both look at you defeated. “Share me” you purr. They both let your wrists go. “I want to be used by both of you” you finish.

And with no mediation, you are surrounded by two needy creatures; both driven by desire. Apparently lust can help the differences set in between two men in a blink of an eye.

You receive kisses on each side of your neck, their playful noses inhaling the scent of your skin and sometimes their fingers even meeting as they slide on your belly.

Slowly, but surely, your clothes end up on the floor and in between kissing, biting, and moaning you fall into Ichigo’s bed.

The Quincy(ies) and Shinigami gloat to see your legs falling a little spread, your arms behind to help your back remain a little erect and the bouncing of your breasts.

“I am going first” Ichigo grunts. “No fucking way, I am going first” Uryu growls. “Didn’t I tell you I wanted for you to share me while you use me?” you moan, spreading your legs wide open to flash them with the very tempting entrance to heaven.

Ichigo and Uryu look each other, and run to you with no hesitation. Both jumped in the bed, with Ishida in between your legs and Ichigo kneeling right next to your face.

While the dark haired one fingers your entrance and uses his tongue to trace circles around your clit, you choke with the dripping merciless sex of Ichigo.

“Use her like a fleshlight” Ichigo claims in between panting, as his dick reached the back of your throat, and you gag.

Ishida stops, leaving his lips posed on your femineity as he looks at Ichigo with eyes on fire. He is probably questioning Ichigo for those words, that indeed don’t sound like him at all.

You stop the oral delight, and with lips still shiny from Ichigo’s precum you moan; “Please… let me be your fleshlight, Ishida-kun ~”

Uryu closes his eyes and sighs loudly; his breathe cools the juices of your cunt and you squirm. He then proceeds to stand up and opens his shirt, while his pants fall to the ground and are sent flying to the other side of Ichigo’s room.

The Quincy looks at you, with his dick in his hand. You are so glad to finally discover what’s beneath that particular clothes of his. His delicate hand lifts his shirt just above his belly, exposing soft marked abs over pale skin.

He then, as he kneels back in between your legs, wipes the little drops of sweat on his forehead moving his black bangs to the side.

“A fleshlight you said? Like a piece of silicone? Is that what you wanna be for me, (Name)?” he asks, serious than ever, with trembling lips of desire and want.

“Ye-yes, like your beautiful little doll to fuck, Ishida-kun” you purr, and feel how Ichigo’s fingers bury, pinching your cheeks.

“God, (Name)… how can you be that much of a slut?” he asks, pumping his dick, with the veins of his hand protruding visibly.

You smirk at him, with puppy eyes and sticking your tongue out. You are ready to receive his load on it, as well as Ishida’s sex penetrating you really good.

And it’s actually even better than what you were expecting; Ishida’s hands slide down your waist to the small of your back to lift your hips up. You can feel his hardness entering you, stretching your walls, going deeper the more he bucks your hips up… because he knows exactly how to make you moan.

“Ah… fuck…” you swear, as cumming has became an imminent happening. “Are you cuming, mh? Are Ishida’s thrusts that good, baby?” Ichigo asks, on the verge of bathing you with his seed. “Bet both dicks inside of you will feel amazing, mh?”

You turn your eyes white, imagining to be double penetrated by them had to be the last push for you to jump into the abyss of climax.

You feel the warmth blessing of the Strawberry Shinigami on your mouth, overflowing the limits of your lips and running through your cheeks, neck, chest, breasts.

You taste the salty product, and even choke with it. Uryu’s rams are violent, so improper, so out of character of what he might look like he could do… they are literally merciless; he is using your cunt as a real fleshlight.

You tremble, every muscle in your body spasms, and orgasm hits you like never before. You grip to the sheets, but regardless you cuming, Uryu keeps fucking you.

“Ishida, lay back, let’s fuck her together” Ichigo suggests -orders-; Uryu obeys, fighting on the verge of climax won’t do for him.

As his back hit the bed, Ichigo manages to crawl behind you and lifts you up from your arms. You, still cumming, almost losing conscious from overstimulation are now on top of Uryu -whose hips haven’t stopped fucking you yet-

“Now, bend a little over him (Name)” Ichigo helps you, while your arms have reached his nape from behind.

A single hand is enough for him to guide his dick inside you, shamelessly grazing his friend’s.

“Kurosaki…” Uryu grunts, staying still just enough for his shinigami friend to fit inside.

“Ishida- not now” he grunts, moving you back to the previous position. Both, inside of you, now feels like exploding your overstimulated womb. A womb asking to be blessed by more than one race…

“Guys… please, don’t stop ~” “No worries, (Name)… you are just like our favourite toy”

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ninja-crybaby · 1 year

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Archers…

gotta be one of my favourite genders

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fallinblossoms · 10 months

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Ichigo & Uryu

BLEACH: Thousand-Year Blood War - The Separation - opening 1

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themermaidstorytelling · 1 year

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Ishida Family

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madmanwonder · 6 months

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First Introduction Are Important (Bleach/Metroid)

Uryū: So…*Look at Ichigo and to the statuesque blonde foreigner* How did you two meet in the first place?

Ichigo: I meet her when she visit the old man for a medical check up. And we kind of just click on the spot.

Uryū: How did you too connect exactly?

Ichigo: *Look at Samus in thought*

X—xx—X

Samus:…

Ichigo:…

Samus:…

Ichigo: So…What do you do for a liv—

Samus grabbed Ichigo in a certain area causing him to freeze in shock.

Samus: You are mine, Ichigo Kurosaki. Your entire body and very soul is mine and if you try to do anything wrong or say no to me…I’ll tear off your nuts and feed it to personally. Got it?

Ichigo nervously nodded his head in affirmation, afraid for his life from the aggressive blue-eyed blonde foreigner.

Samus smiled as she let go of his private parts.

Samus: You made the right decision.

The galactic bounty hunter kissed Ichigo cheeks as she left the room with a small hum.

X—xx—X

Ichigo:…I rather not say…

Samus: All you need to know is that he and I are together and are deeply in love with each other…Right Ichigo-Kun?

The Hunter gave the Substitute Shinigami a very intense and powerful look which caused the orange-haired reaper to nodded in nervous affirmation. To the surprise and concern of the quincy.

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momoty · 7 months

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TYBW | Bount Arc

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thefigureresource · 23 days

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Pop Up Parade Uryu Ishida [Bleach: Thousand-Year Blood War] non scale from Good Smile Company coming June 2024.

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superfurytamago · 6 months

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BLEACH x Nissin (China) Collab CM

Last week on Deskside, Kubo mentioned how hilarious this Nissin China collab CM was, so I went to dig for it. He's right; it's so silly and fun! This is for the China-exclusive Hé Wèi Dào (transliterated as Aimido in Japanese) cup noodles series. I can't help but giggle when I imagine the voice actors recording these "extra lines" after the actual episode recording. Hope you'll enjoy the subtitles I quickly whipped up!

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suvidrache · 9 months

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SFW Alphabet - Uryu Ishida

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Word Count: 1,246 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

A: Affection - How affectionate are they? How do they show it?

In private, he's a very affectionate man. A hand on you in some way. Even just holding hands. Unless that makes you uncomfortable, he wouldn't want to cause you discomfort. In the beginning, he would reach a shaky hand over to you slowly. Not wanting to be noticed, his eyes may shift over to look at you, but if you looked at him. He would quickly drop his hand and fix his glasses, while his cheeks remained pink. Over time, he would become more confident in his actions and less afraid. In public, he wouldn't do much other than maybe holding hands, but nothing further.

B: Best Friend - What would they be like? How did it start?

He would care very deeply about how you think and feel about him, as he does with all of his friends. It could start either by you working in the same hospital as him or being in a coffee shop with him.

C: Cuddles - Do they like it? How would they do it?

Yes, he loves affection. He would typically be the bigger spoon, feeling as if he needs to protect you. He wouldn't want you to get hurt in any way. Despite the fact that you were both inside a locked house and it was unlikely anyone was to break in…

D: Domestic - Do they want to settle? Cooking, cleaning?

Yes, at least one child. He enjoys things like sewing and making new clothes for people. He would have no problem cooking and cleaning as long as he had help from time to time.

E: Ending - How would they end things, if they had to?

He didn't think things would go far when he had developed a liking for you. It had surprised him when you liked him back. He didn't express his feelings towards you, so you would have been the one to ask him out. Now, to end things. He never expected that to happen. He didn't want it to happen. He tried working it out in any way that he could. He even had dreams of marrying you one day. He wouldn't be the one to end things unless absolutely necessary. Slowly, he would distance himself before walking away without looking back. It tore him apart. He cried, but he knew he couldn't stay.

F: Fiance - Do they want to marry/when?

Yes, anywhere from a year to two years.

G: Gentle - How gentle are they physically and emotionally?

He is a very gentle person. He does what he can to please others and try to keep everybody happy. He is a sensitive person.

H: Hugs

He would wrap his arms around you and hold you close. Not too hard, but not soft either. If you were upset, he would be quick to notice and his hug would be firmer than normal.

I: I Love You

He would say it after you do. From there, he would say it before leaving for work and before one of you goes to sleep.

J: Jealousy - How jealous are they? What do they do?

He's not jealous unless it's obvious. Like you're holding hands with your "friend" and maybe even just kissing them. He would be gutted. How could you do this y/n? He loves you, but surely it was just a misunderstanding for him. You aren't cheating or anything, are you? He would simply say what he saw you were doing. An attempt at getting you to explain yourself. If you didn't get the hint, he would ask why you were doing what you were doing. He would explain that "friends" don't do things like that. His voice changed various notes as he spoke. The pain was clear in his voice and the fact that he avoided looking at you.

K: Kisses - What are they like? Where do they kiss?

His kisses would be as if it is the last time he'll ever get to kiss you. Always. He always kisses your lips unless it is during an intimate time and his lips may meet various areas of the body. Especially the neck.

L: Little Ones - How are they around children?

He is both a child and an adult. He would enjoy running around with them on their adventures, but someone has to parent them, otherwise chaos may happen. A happy medium between the two.

M: Mornings - How are mornings with them?

He is ready to go as soon as his alarm goes off or sometimes, he wakes up before the alarm. He would get his cup of coffee and breakfast before showering, doing his skincare routine, and then getting dressed and going to work. If he's running late, he'll do everything without the coffee and grab one from a local restaurant.

N: Nights - How are nights with them?

He's tired from working all morning, so at times, he may only be halfway there. Before bed, he'll do a nightly routine before putting on and wearing silk pajamas and going to sleep.

O: Open - When would they reveal things? How open are they?

He's a pretty open person about basic things, things other friends typically know about one another. As for his past and the things he went through, it would be a few years before he opened up about it.

P: Patience - How easily angered are they?

He's a pretty patient person. It would be shocking too, for once, to see him angry.

Q: Quizzes - How much do they remember about you?

He remembers everything, including that one time you mentioned you liked something. It was brief. He was probably asleep, but you were wrong. He surprised you with it.

R: Remember - Favorite moment with you?

His favorite memory would be the time he made you the happiest he had ever seen you.

S: Security - How protective are they of you?

He is very protective of his friends and women. So, he wouldn't hesitate to defend you in whatever is going on.

T: Try - How hard do they try with dates, etc?

He tries very hard to impress you. Flowers, candy, a stuffed animal, anything that makes you happy.

U: Ugly - Bad habits of theirs?

A bad habit of his would be when he avoids looking at you when he's nervous and upset. The difference between his nerves and being upset would be when he's nervous. His hands tremble. When he's upset, his voice changes. He doesn't want to shout at you. However, it would crack from the pain that he's in. It isn't often he's upset.

V: Vanity - How concerned with their looks are they?

He is very concerned. He has a skincare routine and sleeps in and with silk.

W: Whole - Would they feel incomplete without you?

He would feel very incomplete. It's not the same without you being around.

X: Xtra - A random headcanon about them?

He would notice when one of your clothes is starting to tear and would clean it (if it hasn't been yet), patch it, and hang it up as if nothing had happened. A surprise for you to find.

Y: Yuck - What are some things they dislike?

People who can't be honest, tell him how you really feel. Buttons. The word, 'haphazard.' Procrastinating.

Z: ZZZ - A sleep habit of theirs?

He keeps the blankets, he insists that he doesn't. You should probably start sleeping with your own blanket. Otherwise, it will be a battle with him.

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bluemglory · 1 year

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Uryu: What's wrong, my brain isn't working at all.

Uryu: I mean, I have a strict sleep schedule, I do concentration exercises, and...

Orihime: What do you eat though?

Uryu:

Uryu: I knew I must be forgetting something.

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sashi-ya · 6 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 22: WRITER'S CHOICE Adult! Ishida Uryuu 𝘹 F! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

tw: AU where Uryu becomes the ruler of the Quincy years after TYBW ends. A different type of king, this time. giving him some massages. a lot of fluff but still angst. soft praising. kinda of a "mommy kink". fingering. nipple play. vag sex. a/n: sorry for the big delay, I lost the original file so I had to re write it. Posting it today cause it is Uryu's bd. Happy birthday my sweet love! wc: 2.3k 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Your Majesty, I brought you a pain killer” you murmur, leaving a silver tray with a glass of water and the little pill that is intended to end with his migraine.

“Thank you, (Name)” he murmurs, with his forearm covering his eyes and his seat thrown back. Uryu’s feet over his desk, on of his arms hanging loosely to the side… Becoming the King of the Quincy seems more difficult than what you could even think.

“My pleasure, my King” you whisper, bowing even if he can’t see you. You turn around, the sound of your military boots echoing all around the cold room. As cold as white as your Wandenreich uniform.

A sudden invisible force stops you from walking away. As if something -or someone- was holding you by your wrists, it makes you stay completely frozen.

“(Name), can you please make me one more favour?” he asks; Uryu might be the king, but he is still as sweet as when he had first arrived. Years have passed, and the man that now inherited the throne has matured, but never once lost the humanity imbued in his blood.

You immediately turn around, nothing, absolutely nothing matters the most than to please your king. Not because it is your duty, but because your body, your soul, your heart… dies, and kills, to do it.

“Yes, my king!” you chime, standing properly right in front of his desk.

Uryu puts down his right foot, and then the left one. His forearm is no longer covering his eyes, and for the first time you see his face without his glasses on. He cracks his neck and stretches his back as much as he can with a grimacing façade.

“I know that what I am about to ask you might sound weird, but… could you help me out with my tensed muscles? See… my neck is killing me” he shily asks, as if he had to ask…

You immediately nod and declare you can help, soon enough you get behind him and his chair and your hands land on his shoulders.

The scent of a subtle perfume reaches your nose, it is too tempting… too delicious. You shake your head; you need to fulfil your duties.

Your fingertips graze his warm skin, just a little touch and you feel your legs quivering. Uryu has always been the only man in your eyes, from the time he was presented when he was still a young boy, to now… the King.

“Your Majesty, I’ll try to ease the contracture on your neck muscles” you inform, slowly and waiting for his approval to go further.

“Yes, please. Use this cream, it might help” he says, grabbing a little container from his desk and handing it to you.

You inspect the contents of it; it’s gonna be useful for sure.

“Sure, my king. A little bit of lubrication will make my hands slide a lot better” you innocently inform, causing Uryu to widen his eyes and choke with his saliva.

You realize, very late, that what you said can be misinterpreted; and so, with burning ears, you prefer to stay silent as you watch Uryu’s cheeks become red as candied apples.

As your hands begin to work, sliding like you predicted easily because of the cream, Uryu squirms more and more. He reminds you of a cat, and oh how you wish he could purr like one too…. Instead, you get something even better; the soft, low, but definitely hearable moan of pleasure when you hit the right spot.

“Mhhj… (Name), that’s the spot. Keep going” he whines, loud enough to be heard by everyone now.

You swallow, you can feel the knot on his nape. It is definitely hard to ease, but you wont give up until your king’s muscles get completely relaxed.

“Y-yes, my King. You have a very hard knot in here. I will try to massage it to make it softer” you stutter, biting your lower lip… abusing of your words might cost you more than your position.

Uryu nods, and his hand reaches his arm. Surprisingly, he slides down one side of white shirt, exposing the milky skin of his shoulder and back.

“You may go further down; I believe it’s the trapezius muscle” he murmurs. Uryu must have taken the king’s position, but he is still a doctor.

You nod soundly and slide down your fingers. He is right, the knot goes down the right side of his spine. And then, right there, in between his shoulder blades, you press harder… causing Uryu to flinch and grunt.

“Ngh… ah… (Name)!” he growls, grabbing your hand to stop you. He does with such force you even squeak.

“Sorry, my king!! I didn’t mean!! I’M SO SORRY” you desperately try to plead for forgiveness. You know he is not gonna kill you, but he is going to probably stop you from keep touching his body… something you had dreamt for so many nights.

But, he doesn’t speak, and you discover he is smiling like never before. Uryu hasn’t let go of your hand yet, but his grip softens just a little.

“Don’t you dare excuse yourself, (Name). Your hands are magical, you literally gave me instant relief with that touch…” he purrs, pleased.

You sigh, alleviated. If you could describe how you felt when he snapped, you may probably say it was like having a heart attack… hurting Uryu would be something you could never forgive to yourself.

“I’m glad it helped my ki-“ you shut up, as he suddenly, and delicately, pulls from your arm towards his chest. You widen your eyes, allowing him to go as further as he wishes. And he does until your fingertips reach for his sternum.

You let the warmth of his flesh imbue in your hand, enjoying the way he then tilts his head to the side and presses his cheek against your forearm. Like a child, in severe need of affection, he seems to be pleased with the physical contact provided by you.

“Just… for a minute or two, stay” he whispers, rather painfully and miserably.

“My King… stay for as long as you may. I will not go away until you order me to do so” you immediately answer back; truth is, that you don’t want to go away either way.

He simply stays in silence; you can feel the side of his lips grazing your skin and the warmth of his breath too. You wish to hug him. You wish with all your heart to lend your embrace to comfort him. You didn’t know he was that sad, but now you could feel it in your blood.

“Please, call me Uryu… I am not a king, I don’t want to be a king” he falters, pulling you even closer to him. So close that your belly hits the backrest of his chair.

You close your eyes; how painful… And, perhaps in an outburst of indecency, you surround his seat to face him.

You look at Uryu with eyes of utmost love; a comforting look that speaks on its own, showing him how much he can trust in you… how much he can, at least for now, depend on you.

“Come…” he murmurs, after looking into your eyes for a couple of seconds. Right then, is when he lets your arm go… just for you to give him your whole body.

You carefully climb on him, straddling your hips over his lap. In silence, and smiling, you let him hug you. You do the same, hugging his head to let him rest on your chest.

“It’s ok… I am here for you, my k-, sorry, Uryu” “Thanks… thanks…”

Almost like a mother, protecting her child, both lay for some time that way. Your chin resting on the crown of his head, his nose buried in your neck.

You hear a very low sob, enough for you to impulsively move his bangs to the side and kiss his forehead. “If you need to cry, cry… but we can solve anything, that what is causing you pain, I will destroy it” you swear, because for love there is nothing you wouldn’t do.

“To destroy what is causing me pain, you might need to destroy everything that surrounds us now” he sighs.

“I would do it right now if you asked me to…” you murmur, kissing his forehead once again.

“Don’t destroy anything… just stay by my side like you did from the very first time I put a step on this place…” Uryu acknowledges your existence, noticing very well you’ve been there for him since forever. “You know, you are just like my mother”

Your eyes become watery; Miss Katagiri had been the very mother of your king. And also, a woman who had served your King’s father, and whose blood has saved the three realms from crumbling.

“I am not in the position to be compared with your mother, Uryu…” you respectfully tell him.

But Uryu doesn’t respond, and instead, grabs your chin violently. He plasters a kiss so impertinent, so dominant, on your lips. “ You are right, you are not like my mother, because I am here so that there are no more people like her. I don’t want you to suffer. You won’t suffer no more” he sighs with his mouth pressed against yours.

You gasp, taking little to no air before he could attack your lips again. A demanding and needy kiss, soon turns to thousands. Tongues dancing, saliva shining on the commissure of your lips.

Uryu bends you over the desk, with your back pressed against it. Some papers fly away, falling like snow into the ground. His hand, playful and dominant, and yet delicate, rip the buttons of your blouse. The star that has changed its meaning, engraved on those metallic studs, now lies also scattered on the floor.

“I’ve been watching you for so long…” he whispers, tracing a path with the tip of his index, from your collarbones to the in-between of your breasts. “And there was no time that I hadn’t lusted for you” he confesses.

Your lids become lazy; your lips, swollen from kissing, barely separating letting Uryu see just a hint of your teeth. Your heart pounding so fast that you can’t even keep the pace of its beating…

“My King…” “For now, just please…Uryu; call me Uryu…”

He bends forward to kiss you again while you are still on his laps with legs hanging on each side. Your white skirt, part of the uniform he let you choose, covers your sexes just enough not to see his erection… but definitely to feel it against your panties, searching for freedom, underneath the thick fabrics of his pants.

There is a fine line that divides misery from lust, and both have just crossed it at once.

Uryu keeps kissing down your neck, reaching your breasts, sucking desperately. Enough to believe he would love for milk to sprout from them. Maybe, maybe one day.

Your hip bucks up, searching for a so needed collision with his manhood. Him, desperate too, slides his hand down your chest, to your belly and soon underneath your skirt. Located your wetness, he shamelessly, let his fingers imbue in the sweet nectar of your heat.

You throw your head back, mouth open in an O shape, trembling as he inserts one and then two fingers in you. And along with his thumb against your clit, he goes in and out with curled index and ring finger hitting your g spot… deliciously accurately.

“I have always listened you call me “my king” so solemnly, but I have always died to hear you moaning it… out of pleasure, out of your lust” he spits, with a smirk you haven’t seen on his face for so long.

Your stomach feels like dropping; the words, the tone with those were pronounced… there it is, the true king you know he can be. There it is, the only man, the one, the first, and the last… to you, for you.

You bite your lip, and while you are about to moan the so expected sounds, he stops you by covering your mouth with his hand.

“No… not yet, let me be inside you first”

You nod, desperate, going crazy, feeling like the time is slowing down… why is it taking so long for him to be finally deep, deep in you?

Uryu kisses your lips once more, and then taking his fingers out of you he helps you to properly lay back on his desk. When he is sure you are safe and comfortable, he proceeds to stand up from his chair.

The Quincy takes his sweet time to undress; first, his shirt. Exposed his chest, then, he let his white pants fall to the ground. Underwear off, then, feeling for the very first time as proud as he can be of his own skin, discovering two eyes that look at his anatomy with pure devotion. With pure lust and desire.

Uryu smiles, this time softly and lovingly. There is no disrespect in his eyes, only need and love. He delicately lifts one of your legs up, he is planning on going deep from the very start.

With his sex, hard, dripping, throbbing and so ready on his hand, he comes closer to your entrance. He lets the weight of his body to fall on his left arm as he tops you. Uryu’s beautiful onyx hair falls down, framing his fine features, his handsome looks.

“Ready?” he asks, biting your lower lip after. “Yes…” you answer, in total awe.

Uryu lips tremble, his pupils dilate and fix in yours.

“Let me make you mine…” he whines, as he lets his hardness penetrate you to the deepest point he can reach. Enjoying the way your back arches, with his hand on the small of it and his teeth grazing your chin.

“Nhg… yes, my King… I love you so, so, so much my King!” “That’s good, that’s very good…love… ngh…”

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