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~*Yumichika Smut*~

Here’s what I’ve come up with for a request I had on Wattpad! “ Reader is thin and really strong, number of the 11th, worried she wouldn’t attract any men because of her strength and Yumichika shows her how wrong she is”

Got to admit, I wasn’t the biggest Yumichika fan… now I’m kinda obsessed, just look at him slay 💅🏼💯😀

Warnings smut, mirror sex, sweet sweet praise. Hopefully this will make you feel as beautiful as you are 💜 No minors please, the moral of the fic is, you are beautiful 😘

You push open the door to the female bathroom of the 11th, heading straight for the sink to wash as much of the dirt and dust you had gotten over your face and arms from another bout of rough housing with your squad mates. The bathroom was empty, no surprise there, there were very limited female members of the 11th, even fewer who concerned themselves with as much cleanliness as they probably should.

You peel off you upper wrappings, letting them hang of your waist. Clad only in a white tank top, you begin dabbing water over the particularly dirty parts of your arms. You caught your reflection in the large mirror hanging over the three sinks. Self doubt creeped into your thoughts at the sight, like a disease, slowly poisoning from within . You were skinny, slight definition of muscles running through your frame. Your frame was deceiving, you were as strong as the rest of your teammates despite your gender, a point you happily made repeatedly by kicking the ass of the more vocal Buffoons that dared talk down to you because you were a woman.

A woman.. though you didn't feel like one, not as much as you should. You didn't have the hourglass figure men enjoyed, didn't have knockers as big as Lieutenant Matsumoto, jiggling all over the place, bouncing in men's faces that make them drool, throw themselves at your feet for the chance of a night in your company. You studied your face. You weren't ugly, you thought you had quite pretty eyes, when they weren't staring with murderous intent.

At the very least you looked plain, passible, nothing to complain about. But your appearance and your strength didn't get you as much male attention as you secretly craved. You wanted to feel feminine, feel beautiful. Have someone look at you the way you see the men in your division lust after the woman in soul society. Your strength and fighting skills seemed to put off those who would otherwise be interested in you, the male ego was fragile, and you were all too skilled at shattering their misogynistic ideals.

Getting frustrated with your self deprecation, you cup your hands under the spray of water, bringing up to your face to scrub away the dirt. Now that you could see yourself through the grime, you reached for a towel to dab your face dry, revealing your skin. You were quite tanned, spending all day everyday out in the sun training. You had small scars along your body from lucky hits, one swiping across your left cheek. Ikkaku still gloated about that when you saw him.

You didn't want to dwell on him, choosing instead to pull the tie from your hair, letting the thick waves tumble down your back, shaking away the stiffness from wearing it to tight all day. You discovered quite quickly that hair up tight was a necessity when fighting the brutes in your division. They would grab at anything to achieve a win.

Getting another palm full of water to finish clean your arms, the door to the bathroom opened, curiously you turned to see who else would be coming in there. Yumichika breezed in, light and graceful on his feet, jaw length, glossy black hair full of movement as it bounced with every step. Now he was beautiful, angular face with the most intense purple shade of eyes you had ever seen. He accessorised well, famous for his colourful feathers decorating his right eye.

"5th seat Ayasegawa" you nod in greeting "why are you in the women's bathroom?"

"it's cleaner, smells nicer and has a much bigger mirror than the one in the men's" he quirked his lips at your reflection in the mirror, standing at the sink besides you to touch up his appearance. You shrug, good enough reason you suppose. You wouldn't want to share a bathroom with the rest of the division either. He wasn't bothering you, and you were covered up, so you had no issue sharing your space. You genuinely got on with him, he was the only other person in your squad who you could have a decent conversation with that wasn't about fighting, weapons or fighting with weapons. Not that you didn't enjoy those topics too, you just had a wider net of interests.

"You know, you look ravishing with your hair down like that, you should wear it like that more often" Yumichika complimented you, watching you through the mirror, you met his eyes, trying to gage if it was the beginning of some harsh joke. When he flicked his hair off his shoulder with practiced grace, smiling honestly at you, you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief

"You don't believe me?" He pressed the subject, much to your dismay. If you hadn't been scrutinising you appearance up til the moment he arrived, you could have brushed it off with a witty retort. You were still in the mindset of not being happy with your appearance, so it felt a little like rubbing salt in the wound. "When have you ever known me to lie about beauty?"

"beauty?" You roll your eyes at the word, convinced now he was teasing"there's nothing beautiful about me, I'm as hard and rough as the rest of them" you rub your arms harder than strictly necessary, hoping he would drop the subject.

"You don't think your beautiful?" His voice was soft, almost a little sad that he had to ask the question out loud. You snorted, most unlady like, throwing more water up your arm, murky trails running back down to splash in the sink

"of course not..I'm too skinny, too strong, too, I mean, look at me". You splutter out the rest of your sentence, gesturing at your body with your dripping hands. You shook your head, grabbing the towel to dry your arms. You could get the rest off in the shower at home, right now, you just really didn't want to have this conversation

"I am" he promised with sincerity, already staring at your eyes in your reflection when you dared look up, "allow me to show you, how I see you" he requested, not waiting for a response he tuned to the door, clicking the lock shut to ensure privacy. You slowly dried your arms as he made the walk back to you, with so much poise and elegance he seemed to be floating across the tiled floor.

He came to stop behind you, a head taller he was easily visible over your shoulder. His fingers brushed along your back, sending shivers up your spine. Confidently they traveled south, grasping gold of the hem of your tank top, pulling it over your head in one swift motion,

"Yumichika!" You exclaim breathlessly, hands coming up quick to cover your naked breasts, deep red blush flushing over your cheeks. Yumichika wrapped his arms around you, hands holding onto your own and gently pulling them from your body, bringing them down to your sides were he squeezed your hands encouragingly,

"shh, don't speak" he whispered by your ear, leaning his pointed chin into your shoulder, capturing your gaze through the mirror "just listen, watch yourself with my eyes"

Your breath sounded loud in the echoing room, the chill from the restroom rushing over your exposed skin, biting at your nipples. You shiver, glued in place by the weight of his gaze, alluring lavender eyes unrelenting in their hold on you. You watched as Yumichika gathered all your hair, pulling it to cascade over your shoulder, nimble fingers pulling through the waves, adding volume, framing your face with long grown out bangs

"Your hair is beautiful, it has such movement, like a twisting river running down a mountain side, all the curves and bends are a feast for the eyes" he told you as he worked, styling your hair in a way so foreign to your eyes, you can't remember the last time you didn't immediately throw it up in a bun. Yumichika placed soft kisses against your exposed shoulder, the touch fleeting yet burning.

"so soft. So warm under my lips." He mumbled into your skin, you could feel the upturned smirk on his lips as he pressed them into you. Your back arched, heat spreading through your body, head spinning with the first burning embers of arousal.

"Such delicate features" he said, studying your expressions through the mirror. His arm wrapped around you, fingers gently holding your chin, angling your head side to side to admire your angles "demure nose, lips worthy of the softest nibble, wide expressive eyes that betrays your emotions. So beautiful, not having to guess what is on your mind." His head tilted, looking at you as though you were a puzzle he was on the brink of solving, before that little smirk made a reappearance. He leaned in, breath ghosting over your cheek as he whispers "they're shouting with arousal right now"

Your eyes slammed shut, unwilling to believe his sweet words. He can't mean them, you're not half as good as the way he's describing, you have too many flaws, imperfections, "my scars" you whisper out, shaking your head definitely. Your eyes snap open at the feel of a warm finger tracing along the scar on your face

"There's beauty in your scars, in the story they tell." He tells you firmly, seemingly a belief he holds true and unwavering "they speak of your resilience and courage. The fight you have to live, to survive. That strength is admirable, sexy. "

His hand smooth down your arms, thumbs tracing any raised scar they found. His hands danced over your skin, sliding over your flat stomach, cupping your breasts in a tantalising squeeze, your head falls back to his shoulder, moan escaping your parted lips.

"Every mark, every healed wound on your body is a testament to your skills, it is you staring death straight in the face and denying its existence. How divine " He accompanied the praise with a gentle pinch on your nipples, causing your back to arch, soft whimper leaving your lips.

Yumichika slid his hands down your body, snagging the waistline of your trousers in his fingers and dragging them down your body. You shifted your weight on your feet, uncomfortable with being so exposed, so vulnerable in a very public place. Yumichika crouched down behind you, guiding your feet out of your pooled clothing. You gripped the sink for stability, legs quaking under you with anxiety, fear of being laid bare before another.

On his way to straightening back to his feet, Yumichika caressed your strong thighs, followed the slight curve of your hip. His hands settled there, pulling you back a step to press your ass into him. You could feel his length hidden away, beginning to swell and harden

"your strength is bewitching to behold. The way you dance with your zanpakuto. Fluid motions flawlessly melting into the next. It is a treat to witness." Yumichika guided your eyes back to the mirror, kissing along your neck when you focused back on yourself. It was strange, watching yourself in this situation, watching the arousal creep through you, showing plainly on your face. Watching as your nipples stand erect, lips part in breathy moans. "Your determination and discipline are to be admired. The femininity you bring to a male dominated division while upholding to the same standards is breathtaking"

"femininity?" You had to question. You didn't feel very feminine, dirtied and bloodied from fighting viciously, eating way to much, laughing too hard at dirty jokes to be considered feminine. Yumichikas eyes hardened a fracture, dipping his hand down to cup your sex. You gasp at the sudden gesture, hips gyrating in small circles "This is all woman,"he growled lowly into your ear, running a finger through your wet folds. He ground his erection into your ass, the effect on his body you caused "this is the effect your femininity has on me"

"Yumichika" you cursed how whiney you sounded, so weak and desperate, all traits looked down upon from the 11th. Your thighs rubbed together, squeezing around the finger spreading your arousal through your folds.

"It is endearing, how innocent you are, your humbleness, your naïveté. " Yumichika pushed two fingers through your silky walls, steadily pumping them through your arousal, increasingly wetting them "But there's beauty in embracing who you are. Imperfections are unique. The most beautiful of flowers are those that stand out, that deviate from the norm."

You moan loudly, fingers steadily pushing you closer to an orgasm, sweet words smoothing out the path. You ground down on his fingers, chasing your high. Your fingers tightened their hold on the skin, keeping you stable as your gaze burned into your own reflection, not recognising the woman in the throes of passion.

Watching yourself, flushed and panting, through Yumichika's eyes. You looked, dare you admit it? Sultry, sexy, beautiful. You came suddenly, shouting out your pleasure. Those burning embers flared into an uncontrollable inferno. White hot flames erupted through your body, the fire licking hotly at your nerves. Your knees felt weak, supported by Yumichikas hand wrapping around your stomach as his other wetly pushed you through your orgasm, helping you to savour every tantalising second.

When you let out a shuddering breath, shoulders sagging in relief, only then did Yumichika slip his fingers from your depths. His warmth left your back, stepping away to remove his clothing. You watched through the mirror, eyes blazing with delight at every article of clothing removed. He really was beautiful, flawless. From his skin to his subtle muscles. Defined torso and pretty cock, standing eagerly, waiting to delve into your heat.

You licked your drying lips, skin tingling with apprehension at the notion of being filled so perfectly. Yumichika resumed his place behind you, taking himself in hand he directed his cock to your dripping cunt, wetting the head with your release. With a fluid motion he thrusted forward, sheathing himself in your tight hole. He groaned into your shoulder, pressing his lips against your burning skin.

Pretty moans left your lips when he started thrusting, picking up an easy rhythm as he slid in and out of your clenching pussy. "Listen to your voice" his voice sounded strained, deepening with pleasure. "Calling out so breathlessly. Moaning sweeter than the softest of prayers"

"Yumichika,"you call out his name, choking on your praise "feels so good"

One hand on your hip keeping you still, his other roamed, smoothing over your skin, cupping your supple breast "the way you react. So responsive" he pinched your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger, tugging at it gently. Your back arched, shouting out in Ecstasy at the sharp pain enhancing the pleasure you were writhing in. "Body coming alive at my touch, clenching so sinfully around my cock"

You didn't know how much more you could take. His dirty praise had you spiralling, lost in a lustful haze. You could feel your body tighten, coiling like a spring ready to explode free from the tension. His hips picked up the pace, slapping into you in a frenzied haste, grunting with every slap of his balls against your ass.

His name a breathless song on your tongue, a repeated mantra as you peaked over the edge, on the verge of diving blindly into the abyss. "Open your eyes" his thick voice commanded you, meeting your own in the mirror "look, watch the way your eyes glisten with raw pleasure. See how the pleasure makes them shine, glisten like the stars on an inky night"

Your mouth hung open in a deep gasp, eyes glued to your face in the throws of pleasure. High feminine moans escaped, harmonising effortlessly with the steady timber of Yumichikas desperate groans "watch, don't look away. Watch how beautiful you look when you're cuming on my cock"

Yumichika thrust into you almost painfully, reaching deep inside and mercilessly pounding into your pleasure spot. Your vision brightened as you came, illuminating your features, every curve of your face suddenly crystal clear. You looked beautiful. You came hard, gushing over the punishing cock inside. Yumichikas grip on your hips became bruising as his thrusting became sloppy, erratically chasing after his own orgasm.

He groaned when he came inside you, hot bursts of his ejaculate painting your insides. He jerkily thrusted through his orgasm, grip loosening at your hips to wrap around your stomach, holding you to him tenderly. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, kissing your shoulder blade sweetly. Finishing spurting his seed within you, Yumichika pulled out slowly, breathing hard.

Your fingers loosened their grip on the skin, you flexed them to encourage feeling back into them. At his manipulation, you turned in his arms, meeting him half way for a chaste kiss. His lips were soft and full, plump against your own. He rested his forehead against your own, staring into your eyes "you are a work of art , to be admired and adored. " you listened intently, heart swelling at his sweet words "Don't deprive the world of your beauty, embrace it. Flaunt it "

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