fit swap
18+ // oral // boyfriend Kisuke being a pest
all characters 21+
wc 530
selfshiptember; 9
You’re playing drinking games in the back of Kisuke’s shop, ending up in a rather juvenile game of truth or dare.
“Dare” you choose, trying to be brave.
Rukia and Ichigo whisper for a moment, turning back to you, Rukia clears her throat, “swap clothes with the person to your right.”
Your head turns, finding Kisuke already eyeing up your outfit, the idea clearly bringing him great joy.
However much you love the man, you don’t particularly want to wear his worn clothes. You never know what you’ll find in his pockets.
You can’t help the mixed look of concern and disgust crossing your face while the others laugh hysterically.
He pulls you up, eagerly dragging you to the storeroom to get changed.
“Kisuke… why are you so into this??” you moan, following behind him.
He pulls you up close in the tiny space, his sugary sweet breath fanning your lips, “one, I want to see you in my clothes,”
“two, I’m gonna look fine in your clothes,” his eyes fall from your lips, over your blouse, down to your little skirt.
You just roll your eyes, letting out another whine of complaint.
“Three,” his fingers find the buttons on your shirt, starting to tug them open, one by one, “you’re getting changed, right here, with me.”
He can’t help himself now, pressing kisses over your neck and chest as your clothing comes off.
“I’ll let you keep this on,” he says, tugging at your lacy bra, “don’t think it would fit me anyway,” he adds, shrugging off his black haori, pulling open his green samue and giving his chest a squeeze.
“Stop it…” you mutter, despite the pink blush that’s tinging your ears.
“Hm,” he chuckles, his hands returning to your body, unzipping and discarding your skirt to find your skimpy panties.
“But I’ll be needing these,” he snaps the lacy thong against your skin, making you jump.
He drags them down, and, to your shock, kneels between your legs to give you a long, open mouthed kiss right on your clit.
“Kisuke!!” You squeak at his sudden advances.
Nevertheless, you can’t help the shudders of pleasure he’s sending through you, making him smirk and continue his movements till you’re all wet and gushing.
“Kisuke–”
“That’s more like it,” he mutters over your wet folds, pleased with how your tone has changed.
He sucks and licks and builds you up to your orgasm until–
*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*
“Damn brats,” he whispers, giving your clit one final tantalising nibble then pulling away, standing up.
Your whines of disappointment are music to his ears, while he finally dresses you again, swamping you in his large outfit.
Needless to say, he struggles with yours, managing to fasten a single button on your blouse, partially zipping up your skirt.
He passes you your panties now you’re fully dressed, “keep these in my pocket”
He gives you a smile and places his hat on your head.
You have to admit you feel pretty cute, and comfy.
But along with your thong, you can feel something sticky in his pocket.
You pull it out, rolling your eyes when you find an opened lollipop.
selfshiptember 9!!
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