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𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪

you feel like he wants to eat you whole when he presses against you

synopsis: bleach boys eating you out

featuring: grimmjow jaegerjaquez, hisagi shuhei, urahara kisuke

cw: cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, praise and degradation, body fluids, spitting, light bondage at kisuke's part cause... it's kisuke duh

18+ content - MDNI

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GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

rough and nasty as fuck, will spit on your pussy no matter how wet you already are, cause the messier the better

despite his evolved form, despite his human features, grimmjow remains a beast at heart.

and a beast aches to devour, craves the taste of warm flesh and blood.

you feel like he wants to eat you whole when he presses against you, his grip like iron in your flesh to keep your legs spread, his lips parted to allow his tongue to slide through your swollen, aching folds, against your throbbing clit.

you can't even tell which one of you is really on the receiving end there, who enjoys it more, with the way he groans and growls into your soft flesh and your wetness, shivering in bliss and ecstasy, like you are his last meal on earth.

darkened, blue eyes observe you as he slides his tongue over your aching hole, makes you writhe and twitch against him, a high whine breaking from your lips while your fingers curl around the sheets, lower body tensing and trembling beneath his merciless and hungry mouth.

„shit- grimmjow-“

his brow raises at the sound of his name, the look he gives you lurking and predatory, and you part your lips as you look at him, take in a breath to beg him for more, beg him for anything he's ready offer you.

but said breath stalls in your throat, leaves you air- and speechless when he pulls his mouth away from you and slightly raises his body, shoulder blades flexing beneath his skin like a cat going in for the kill.

he doesn't bother lapping up the mess on and around his mouth, pulling strings of his saliva and your juices on his tongue upon pulling back, blue eyes fiery with lust as your slick drips from his chin.

„what, little slut? wanna say something?“

you feel yourself heating up beneath his gaze, burn away beneath his eyes, fire lapping at your insides, making you ache for a cooling wave of relief.

shivering, you try to collect your breath, bring out a few trembling words.

„please don't stop... it feels so good-“

the last word turns into a loud whine when he raises his hand, shamelessly slaps his fingers against your arousal-swollen cunt a few times.

his lips curl in a grin at the noises you let out, the needy whimpers of his name when he shoves two of his fingers into you, starts thrusting mercilessly into the wetness of your walls.

your face burns, along with your body, but you can't help but shiver and whine in pleasure when you hear the obscene, wet sounds of his fingers inside you, feel how the sheets beneath you soak in everything.

„shit, look at you. sweet little cunt leaking for me.“

your eyes roll back at his words, a new moan mingles with the hot air around you and your toes curl in helplessness, thighs still trembling in his grip.

his name falls from your lips again, begging and pathetic, a desperate plea and you see how his eyes darken, how he licks through the corner of his mouth, lapping up the juices spread all over the lower part of his face.

you whine at the sight, start squirming a little on the bed as your flickering eyes rest on him, bringing out an „i'm all yours- please-“

and his grin widens, teeth bared in amusement and satisfaction, eyes slightly narrowing because you're such a sweet thing, giving yourself to him as a sacrifice, begging him to tear you apart, to devour you whole.

his mouth waters, his mind reels and for a second, his body is guided by his instincts when he grabs your thighs, pushes them against your torso and harshly folds you in half, hears your little yell when he leans back down, hears you moaning his name and feels your back arch when he presses his tongue against your clit again, burying himself in your wetness, lapping at it like it's an enemy's blood.

he's a beast, and you can't do anything but whine and whimper and bury your fingers in his blue, messy hair, trying to hold onto him as he feasts on you.

HISAGI SHUHEI

too soft, too good for this world, eats you out like a starving man cause he can't get enough of you, almost comes when you moan out his name or tell him how much you love what he's doing

his fingers feel like prayers on your skin, worship in form of touch, soft and pleasuring, so sensual that you don't know where one connection of your skin with his begins and another ends.

a drained moan leaks you when his hands gently slide up your thighs, over your hips and to your waist, your head leaning back as you inhale sharply at the way his fingers hook in your waist, the way he takes in a trembling breath before he speaks.

„you're so beautiful... fuck...“

you hear the rattling breath he lets out, feel it against the heated flesh of your centre as his head rests between your legs, soft, veiled eyes looking up at you while he lowers his head, and you think you're gonna lose it, can't stop shivering with the warmth surging through your lower body, the wetness spilling from you, the burning ache of your middle.

shuhei breathes out your name, loving and soft, his fingertips gently digging into the flesh of your waist, holding you, pulling you closer towards him, his mouth. his lips drag over the inside of your thigh, teeth teasingly grazing, sometimes tugging at your skin and you gasp, soft and sweet, high on oxytocin pumping through you.

your eyes are clouded with lust when they rest on him, trailing over the scars crossing his eye, the tattoo grazing the bridge of his nose and his cheek.

the dark ink of the two numbers right beneath it seems to lose color in comparison with the shadow hanging over his gaze, the darkness that makes your breath hitch and your lower body boil, more and more with each inch he moves further towards your middle.

the shiver that goes through you when he pushes his lips against your clit is deep and strong, rumbling through your veins and to your fingertips, having you arch your back with a soft moan.

his tongue is calm but steady against your clit, circling trained patterns that have your toes curling, your hand raising as you let out a shaking breath, fingers running through the soft, pitch-black strands of his hair.

he hums at the slight pressure, the light vibration against your clit only increases the warmth spreading through your body and you whine out his name, see a shiver going through him, hear the growl he lets out, feel how he pushes himself further against you, into you as his tongue slides down, teasingly slipping past your entrance.

fingers tightening around his hair and coil tightening in your lower body, you take in a shaky breath, look down on him with soft eyes and your pulse in your throat, with so much love that you feel you could burst from it.

„oh god, please-“

you beg for him, despite knowing that you don't have to, knowing that he'd do anything you ask of him, knowing that all you have to do is relax and melt away beneath his mouth and his fingers, give yourself to him to allow him to praise your body with his lips and fingers.

he pushes harder against you, his tongue slipping into you and you can not hold back the loud moan that escapes you when he moves his mouth, pleasuring every inch of skin he is able to reach, the way he caresses your thighs and looks at you through loving, hazy eyes an entire love language on its own.

and you think it's ridiculous to assume that shinigamis serve only death as their god, because with the way he pushes himself against you, caresses your skin and trembles in awe and want with every moan you let out at his touch, you think that not even gods get worshipped like this.

URAHARA KISUKE

tease, tease, tease, edging you to the max, torturing you for hours on end, making you beg and still not giving you what you need until he feels like it (he's such a petty asshole i need him so bad aaaah)

tears sting in your eyes, frustration and despair boiling inside of you as you shoot begging gazes to the grey eyes above you.

eyes that shimmer in amusement at the way you strain against the leather cuffs around your wrists, connected to the fitting cuffs around your thighs and forcing your hands to rest next to your body, desperately clutching the linen beneath your body.

kisuke's fingers thrust into you, in a slow, agonizing pace, enough to keep fanning heat and arousal within your body, but not deep or hard enough to really pleasure or offer relief.

and you know he does it on purpose, teasing you and ignoring your throbbing, aching clit, relishing in the way you squirm beneath his sloppy, unfulfilling thrusts. and still, you spread your legs even wider, plead for him by baring your throbbing middle, wet and aching for more.

every time he gradually speeds up his movements a little, gives you hope to finally find a feeling of release, he eventually stops completely, leaves you growing cold for a few seconds, only to start his torture once again.

you're close to crying, so desperate and needy that you think you're bordering on the edge of insanity as you let out a low „i'm begging you- please-“

he watches you, observes you, drinks in the sight of you and your helpless state and you feel fire surging through your lower body at the way his lips curl.

„begging me, huh?“ he muses, leaning in towards you, his free hand trailing over your thigh to eventually grab you by the hip, making you whine when he swiftly pulls you closer and beneath him, making him kneel between your legs.

his fingers caress your skin in such a light and soft way that it has your breath hitching, your back slightly arching, your bound fingers tightening in fists to somehow bear the storm welling up inside of you.

„please, kisuke- give me more, please-“

you're a mess, submissive and without shame when you beg for him, because you know it's the only way to appeal to his mercy.

a small, amused hum leaves his throat, and you hold your shivering breath while he holds your thigh, lightly pushes your legs further apart to look at the lazy thrusts of his fingers in your soaking cunt, your wetness glistening in the sunlight falling through the window.

you're so full with pent up arousal that it feels like you're leaking, sweet juices coating his fingers, dripping onto the mattress beneath you.

„aren't you just the sweetest? so wet for me and i haven't even really started yet.“

he keeps on looking at your centre, so soft and open for him and he keeps up his tease when he purses his lips, lets a string of saliva drip from them.

his spit lands right on the aching, heated flesh of your clit and you lose control for a second as you whine out, arching your back at the sudden sensation.

just as you want to beg for more, he suddenly twists his hand a little, shoves his index and his middlefinger deeper into you, moves them in harder, more fluent thrusts that have your mind reeling, your eyes rolling back.

it feels like heaven to finally feel him so deeply, right where you need him and you whimper when you notice how he slightly changes his position, slightly pulls back from you and his fingers out of you.

„you've been so patient this entitre time, begging so sweet for me. such a good girl.“

he lowers his head as he speaks, teasing eyes never leaving yours, only fanning the flames in your insides and making you hold your breath.

his breath strikes your throbbing clit right before he leans in, pushing against your wet flesh, lapping up the slick coating your entrance. the soft touch is so sudden that it has you lower body tensing, almost convulsing, while a loud, desperate whine breaks from your throat.

and when he finally, finally pushes his tongue flatly against your clit, it has you seeing stars, your head thrown back and your still bound fingers digging deeply into the sheets.

the touch already thrills you so much that is has your body writhing and your head spinning, the coil in your lower body so close to snapping that it's unbearable to take and you only need a little more, just a little, little bit more, feel so close that it has you on the edge of despair.

and then his fingers slip into you, filling you fast and hard and deep, thrusting into your slicked hole so heavily and suddenly that it knocks you over the edge.

your body convulses and twists, your back arches off the matress and you let out a sobbing moan, feel your fingers still twitching and trembling around nothing to hold on, can't bear the immense wish to bury them in his hair.

as if he could read your mind, you feel how he moves his arm a little, and a second later, the cuffs around your hands and thighs click open, allow you to move freely again.

with a heavy, trembling breath of relief, you run your fingers through his blonde strands, gently pushing them out of his eyes while he still smirks against your middle, licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit as he moves his body back.

„kisuke-“

you whine out his name, run your fingers once more through his hair, in a gentle, loving gesture that only makes his smirk grow.

„ssssh, 's alright. hold onto me, i got you, sweetheart.“

the last part of his sentence is what keeps on echoing through your head when he shifts his body a little, grabs your thigh with one hand to rearrange it and you can't keep in the gasp that leaks you when he rests your legs on his shoulders, dives back into the sweet paradise aching for him between your legs.

#bleach #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #shuhei hisagi #kisuke urahara #smut #bleach x reader

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