#bless your ask i needed to unleash my lust for mayuri

[unohanadaydreams]

If ask is open can I request some Mayuri fingering the Reader in a somewhat public place pls? 🧐

I can’t say no to Mr. Kurotsuchi. This is sloppy and the tenses are all over the place but it’s SMUT.

Features: smut, public fingering, mention of noncon but everything is Consensual, dirty talk that revolves around non-con basically, humiliation kink, Mayuri is just doing this as a punishment and doesn’t enjoy it all you freaky sack of lust, heavy slander of the 11th division.

Is the 11th division public? Can automatons set to motion only by lust for battle and sex be categorized as such? By technicality of being shinigami, he supposes. Mayuri curls his lip in disgust at the thought of them being classified in the same manner of life as himself.

You whimper as he sneers, your thoughts entirely removed from his own. The alley way you’re splayed in is hardly private, washed in bright afternoon sunlight that illuminates your bare skin as though inviting any passerby to stop and look. There’s an awful lot bare at the moment. You feel nerves and pleasure roiling in your stomach, a shy performer under a harsh spotlight. 

The sun only exacerbates the uncomfortable heat boiling under your skin. Still, you do not move.

One hand is spread wide for balance on the filthy stone to your right as you face the entrance to the alley. Mayuri’s thin, bony hands are both upon you as you squirm, desperately wishing you had the gumption to simply leave.

The thought of fleeing the alley way, only to run into a group of towering men makes your legs shake. You would be hakama-less. And what would they do, those men? The one’s who Kurotsuchi-sama assured were merely appetites on legs.

Reasonable men would wrap their clothes around you and lead you to privacy. But, the sight of your thighs slicked with your own pleasure would inflame their hunger beyond reason. No, no, they didn’t have reason to begin with. Yes, as Kurotsuchi-sama said, they would not hesitate to grab at you. Dogs to a bone.

The leg held aloft by Mayuri’s bony grip hurts, his fingers digging into the soft give of your calf to keep you spread to his satisfaction. You can feel that he is satisfied, the length of arousal pressed into your back. Your chest heaves with excitement at the confirmation, at the proof that his fingers circling between your thighs do so from want.

The singular leg you stand on shakes when Mayuri’s lips graze the shell of your ear. “If one of them found you like this,” he says, not at all quiet, “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Your hand scrapes into the beginning of a fist on stone as your other grips onto his arm. He asks again and you nod, moaning before you can say ‘yes’.

“Disgusting,” Mayuri says in a hiss, clothed cock pressing against you in one sustained thrust.

Hands pawing to touch you filled your fuzzy brain, urging your hips to circle as two of Mayuri’s fingers slid up and down the length of you, giving your clit a soft pinch with each pass. Those wild men who only wanted what was between your legs wouldn’t give you such precise attention. They would be wild, pushing down their hakama and jostling to be the first inside of you.

If one found you like this, what would happen? Would Mayuri push you toward them and leave you with sticky thighs and a look of disappointment when you whined at being left unfinished?

No, no. You moaned again, unable to stifle it, as those two fingers he’d been teasing you with dipped in to your pussy, feeling it flutter around them in soft squeezes.

No, it would be better if he watched. Kurotsuchi-sama was as cruel as he was smart. If he planned for someone to walk by, he would stay. He would look on with his sleek clipboard and tut his disappointment at your inability to resist large hands forcing your legs apart.

Disgusting, he would say. Just like he had moments ago. Disgusting, to have some horrible man stinking of booze and sweat push into you with Kurotsuchi-sama watching. Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting.

Your pussy clenchs hard, sucking his fingers in, beckoning them deeper as your thoughts spiraled into more depraved territory.

Mayuri bites the inside of his cheeks at the drag his fingers must resist with each attempt to pull them from within you. Fingers wriggling back in with a wet, sloppy sound, he finds the bundle of nerves--your g-spot--in one smooth motion. Alternating between rubbing the spongy bundle and scissoring his fingers wide to put pressure against your tightening walls causes you to cry out his name.

His only response is to keep going. This den of reprobates are so below him. If one were to walk upon you and he, there would be little to cause him embarrassment.

The sound of his fingers pumping in and out of you is loud, wet, and makes his cock ache. But to give in--that would be the embarrassment. Your self-muted cries and leg shaking so finely within his grasp that it feels like a tremor beckon his breathing to come heavier than before.

There is no hiding his pleasure pressed against your back. And the pretense of punishment, of punishing you for something so asinine as forgetting to staple a report--one that was not even presented to him, but to Akon--felt distant and forgotten. He allowed his eyes to roll back and his hips to cant forward once. Twice. Again and again, in time with the pace his fingers had set.

The heat broiling within you gave one final heave before you gave a choked, ‘Kurotsuchi-sama’ and your pussy gave his fingers quick, deep pulls that drew your limbs taunt with exertion. You felt twice-baked and ready to collapse on the packed dirt, your upper body fully leaning on Mayuri as he stilled behind you.

Your back grew damp and your smile was bright. Until the heady fizz of pleasure in your brain lifted and realized your surroundings.

“K-Kurotsuchi-sama, my hakama.”

His hand dropped your leg and you crumpled, too shaky to sustain standing. You attempted to get up again, your hands using the wall as leverage. But you fell again.

“Don’t be pathetic,” Mayuri sneered, the wet spot on the front of his hakama working against the repulsed tone. He threw your own hakama to land across your lap and you waited a few second to collect yourself further before standing, fawn-like, and putting them on.

The impulse to thank him came. But you closed your mouth at the sound of chatter coming from the opening of the alley way behind Mayuri, who had slipped his sword back into his obi, in front of his crotch; covering the proof that he desired you.

You said nothing as you followed him from the 11th to the 12th division and accepted his direction to get back to work without complaint.

Akon welcomed you back, the cigarette hanging from his mouth curling smoke into the air. “Must’ve been pretty nasty,” he said, nodding at your hands. They were unsteady still, failing to open a bottle of water.

You nodded. “It was disgusting.”

He clucked his tongue, sympathizing with some experience that had not touched you in reality. “The fact he expects anything from you is good, though. Don’t let it discourage you.”

Your smile was warm, like the sun in the alley way, “I’m more determined than ever.”

And with the ghost of his breath at your ear, the thrust of his hips behind you, you were.

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