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Food for Thought - Chapter 1: Blini with caviar and crème fraiche

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Summary: You often wonder why you feel so alone even when you spend time with other people. An outsider even in a packed room. But a chance work project with Urahara Kisuke provides a strange comfort... so strange that you continue to spend time with him after your project is over.

Content warning: Reader is written with self-esteem issues/insecure thoughts, food is a large part of this story. Kisuke will become a yandere in this, he is also promiscuous. This chapter has no smut, but it will become very NSFW soon.

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Chapter 1: Blini with caviar and crème fraiche

“You’re still up for karaoke tonight, right?” Your co-worker Hanatarou asked, as he peered over your cubicle.

You smiled brightly at him, eyes filled with mirth, “of course! I don’t back down from a challenge, especially one from Madarame” you snickered. Hanatarou laughed as he thanked you again for agreeing to come with him to a singing showdown. You knew Hanatarou since you started working at the Senjumaru & Hikifune Diagnostics Company. While you and Hanatarou were new in your roles, you sensed that there was an ongoing rivalry between your department and Madarame Ikkaku’s - the marketing team.

But before you could figure out your song list for the night, your manager, Sarugaki Hiyori shouted for you, “Oi! C’mere quick. I got a new project for you, newbie.”

It had been over two years since you started your job here, but you couldn’t help but laugh at Sarugaki still calling you “newbie”, but the casual behaviour you two shared was something you appreciated in your role.

“I got a new project for you.” Hiyori explained, walking you towards the meeting room. “The higher ups were impressed with how you dealt with the immune checkpoint inhibitors assessment.”

“Thank you, but it was a team effort after all.” You explained, which was true to a degree, but you were the lead analyst on the project.

“Don’t be so modest,” Hiyori scoffed, “anyways they want you to do a review on the prefecture’s medical imaging inventory.”

“I see, but that’s not my area of expertise, wouldn’t Akon or Nemu be better fits?” You asked, knowing that their team, led by Kurotsuchi Mayuri, were the health technology team.

“In all other cases, yes, but they turned down this project.” Hiyori huffed, entering the empty meeting room. “They said some bullshit about other projects of theirs being of higher priority.”

Well, that’s fair you thought, but Hiyori’s face looked like she didn’t buy it. “From the look on your face, you don’t think it’s true.” You laughed as she clenched her notebook.

“It’s because they don’t want to work with the consultant tied to the project.” Hiyori explained, her scowl growing deeper. “Not like I want him to work with you either.”

“I’ve worked with frustrating consultants in the past, Sarugaki-san.”

“I know, I know” Hiyori sighed, looking dejectedly at the window. “This guy’s annoying, and frankly, just plain weird.” She admitted. “I worked with him for a short while, he wasn’t completely a bad guy then. He just gets on my nerves.” She explained, honestly.

“Well, if you were able to tolerate him, then it should be fine.” You said, wondering what type of person would not only upset Hiyori (who was already quick to anger) and Kurotsuchi-san (who was already easy to annoy). You figured this person must have been normal to some degree, since the two people who have worked with him were a bit odd in their own ways.

Your manager explained in more detail the work you’d be doing and the finer technical details of the expectations senior management had for you. “The consultant is an expert in this field, which is why he’ll be assisting you on this. Apparently, he used to work for the national health board way back when.” Hiyori explained, as you diligently took notes.

“Anyways, that’s about it. I sent him a meeting invite to this board room in 5 minutes. I’ll email you everything we shared for your records. I gotta bounce, but send me a message if anything comes up.” Hiyori waved you goodbye as you sat alone in the room.

You checked your phone, scrolling through your calendar for the week. You were relatively social at work, with colleagues sending you invites to things to see, do and eat. You didn’t see the harm in participating, and you weren’t much for drinking to begin with, so you made sure your colleagues got home safe. Either way, you were appreciative of them inviting you out.

Five minutes turned to ten, and still no show of this infamous consultant.

You continued scrolling through your phone, going through your social media accounts. Acquaintances from school and previous jobs, were sharing engagements, wedding photos and many other milestones. You couldn’t help but smile sadly, with cold, belittling words ringing through your head.

This stuff isn’t meant for me anyways. You thought, as you continued to scroll through your feed.

It wasn’t until you saw the time, that almost half an hour had passed. You began to type a message to Hiyori about the no-show consultant, until he barged through the door.

Pale, disheveled blonde hair, and what you assume a white button down and a poorly tied dark green tie around his neck under a brown sweater, paired with dark grey slacks.

He immediately grabbed your hand and gave you an intense handshake. The suddenness threw you off and confusion was evident across your face.

“Ah, sorry about that! I’m Urahara Kisuke the technology consultant, and I suppose you’re the analyst I’m working with?” Urahara-san asked.

You nodded your head, while you flexed your poor hand that was caught off guard by his tight handshake. You introduced yourself and offered him a seat next to you. The two of you went over the technical details and scheduled to meet again tomorrow before your lunch break. Your phone began to buzz as your coworkers and friends began to barrage you with texts.

“My my, you really are popular.” Urahara teased, as he stared at your phone with curious eyes.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed from his comment, “no, not really” you explained, “I agreed to karaoke tonight, that’s all!”

Urahara gave you a soft smile, “that must be nice. Karaoke sounds wonderful. Have a great time.” You thanked him for his time today and rushed off to your coworkers.

He wasn’t so bad. You thought, as your coworkers waved at you near the elevators. You told them to wait for you in the lobby as you grabbed your belongings, unaware that Urahara was watching you from the hallway.

The karaoke bar was lively. Drinks were ordered, snacks were shared and laughter erupting from your private booth. You smiled at your friends who sung along badly to old pop hits, and laughed as they sang dramatic renditions of tearful ballads. You sang along, clapping with them, until you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder.

“I heard you met Urahara Kisuke today.” Rukia quietly whispered.

You stopped clapping and turned to face her as the rest of the room kept singing along.

“Oh yes I did Kuchiki-san! He was quite polite and knowledgeable. He really knows his stuff.”

Rukia gave you a puzzled expression, “really? I heard he’s kind of shady.”

“It’s funny you say that, my manager said that as well, and she mentioned Kurotsuchi-san saying something similar.” Rukia’s face turned to one of concern, “but I’m going to be meeting with him for the rest of the month, so I’ll tell you if anything interesting comes up.” You laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

“Ok, but just be careful. I heard from Rangiku at Payroll that they weren’t able to fire him because he has deep connections to some of the executives.”

That surprised you. The company itself was old, nearing 50 years (or so they say). You didn’t know much about Urahara Kisuke as his field of work was different from yours. You made a mental note to look into him later tonight. “What was it that made them consider firing him?” You were curious to know why everyone you’ve spoken to about him, had such poor opinions of the man.

“I’m not sure, I heard he was doing insider trading?”

“Really!?” You exclaimed, “wouldn’t the cops be involved then?” Pointing out the discrepancy within the rumour.

“Oh… yeah..” Rukia was stumped, “I’ll ask Rangiku next time I see her then. Maybe she doesn’t know either.”

“Or maybe it’s just a baseless rumour?”

Rukia gave you a look of uncertainty, “just be careful around him, ok? Rumours start from somewhere you know…”

You laughed her comment off and treated her to favourite snack. You were left with an uncomfortable feeling the rest of the night and excused yourself to leave early.

At home, you looked into Urahara Kisuke. Several of his papers came up, all of them focused on some aspect of biomedical engineering. You saw a Kurotsuchi-san’s name come up frequently as a collaborating author, and another person, “Aizen Sosuke” come up. You ran a quick search on him and saw he was working as a professor in the top university in the country. Nothing else came up in your search though, which left you more questions than answers.

You always tried to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, and Urahara-san was no different, maybe it’s just a baseless rumour after all. Whatever the case may be, work was work, and you resigned yourself to be professional and complete the project to the best of your abilities.

You had meal prepped your lunch for tomorrow then prepared for bed. You still couldn’t shake off everyone’s comments today, so you hoped sleep would wash the thoughts away.

It had been several weeks now of meeting with Urahara-san. Your time with him made you doubt the comments made by your colleagues and friends when you first started the project. Now it was nearing the end of it, and if anything, if someone were to ask you to describe “Urahara Kisuke”, you would say he was a “curious, yet brilliant man who tries to be funny.” You laughed at yourself when you remembered the terrible “jokes” Urahara-san made, but he was certainly an interesting person.

Today was your last meeting with him though, and a small part of you was sad. You liked spending time with him. You watched him skim your report on the laptop screen with an intense focus, typing in tracked changes sparsely in between.

“I’m impressed!” Urahara said to you, “you really nailed this review. I know the execs will love it.”

You smiled at his compliment, “I’m flattered, Urahara-san, but it’s your vast knowledge that really helped me. I wouldn’t have even known to look in the formulary database and disability policies!” You said, shaking your head.

“They really are right about you.” Urahara remarked in a serious tone.

You looked at him with curiosity.

Urahara chuckled and in a teasing tone, “that you’re incredibly studious and hardworking! I barely did anything.”

“Well I have to say people are wrong about you.” You beamed at him, “people were telling me all sorts of rumours about you, and to be cautious.”

Urahara raised his eyebrows, but let you continue on.

“But you’re actually quite friendly and diligent.” You give an awkward laugh, “and I’ll miss working with you.”

Urahara looked surprised. He had never heard that before. Most people found him, in some ways, too difficult to work with. His unorthodox approach to analyzing and finding results, and dubious ethics, made finding people to work with slim to none. Yet here you are.

They really are right about you. He thought to himself. It bothered him, to some degree. Initially he wondered what angle you would be playing at while working with him. Would you fish him for gossip? Would you be a bother and ask about his past research? An annoyance who wanted access to his connections, his work?

No, none of that came up. You approached him with sincerity and kindness, something he wasn’t dealt with in his years of working as a researcher.

“Urahara-san, if you have some time,” you ask, your face growing warm, “would you care to join me for lunch?” To say he was startled was an understatement, but he accepted.

“Is that all you’re going to eat, Urahara-san?” You ask, noticing his canned coffee and prepackaged rice ball.

“Oh this,” Urahara laughed, “I had a hearty breakfast, so I wanted a light lunch.” He lied to you, while wearing a large grin on his face.

“If you want, you can have some of my food.” You offered to him. “I don’t think that’ll last you through the afternoon.” You gave him a sheepish smile.

Urahara’s eyes widened, but he chuckled, waving you off. But you were full of surprises, you pushed forward your lunch to him, “why don’t you have some of mine?” Your face grew hot as you began to ramble, “I know I may not look it, but I’m a pretty decent cook.”

He was hesitant, but the earnest tone in your voice, and the way you avoided his eyes told him enough. He picked up the utensil and took some food for himself.

Urahara’s eyes widened but quickly shifted. “My, you certainly know your way around the kitchen!” He joked, a slight smile on his face as he noticed the way your eyes avoided him, but the pleased smile on your face.

It felt unusual to him, to enjoy someone’s company like this, it put him on guard. He would listen to you talk, watch your reactions, and try to rationalize what you wanted out of him. But before he could make a definitive conclusion, your lunch break was over.

“Thank you for spending your lunch break with me, Urahara-san.” You said softly, “if you’re free the rest of the week, I’d like to do this again.”

His mind raced, maybe you were interested in something more personal from him, his under-the-table work, maybe you were sent by Kurotsuchi or the higher ups to investigate him.

But a small part of his brain knew that wasn’t right, he’d have to get to the bottom of this. “Yes, I’d love that.” He gave you a smile.

Two weeks had gone by where, for the most part, you and Urahara had lunch together at work. You were dismayed by his lack of lunches some days. He would say he was too busy to prepare something, or having a larger breakfast made his appetite quite small. But you had your suspicions.

“Urahara-san, what’s your favourite meal to cook?”

Urahara made an exaggerated sigh and cupped his chin, “why lately, it’s been what you’ve shared with me at lunch.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “I’m serious! I’d love to know what you make. I want to try new recipes.” You gave him a sincere smile.

It’s what bothered Urahara about you, you were too sincere, too earnest with someone like him. He suspected you didn’t know the actual rumours surrounding him, and a part of him hopes you never do. His heart, much to his dismay, would flutter seeing you smile, seeing your eyes light up. He would watch, as he wandered around the company’s different units, how you interacted with other coworkers and colleagues. You were polite and friendly. So… disarming.

Urahara let out a sigh, it would be so easy to let you go if you were only spending time with him for nefarious reasons. He wouldn’t have had any qualms about leaving you high and dry. But even on the weekends, he would send you a short text, something about how your weekend was going.

A small part of him was growing jealous at how you would hang out with some of your coworkers after work. Your social circle seemed so large compared to him… but he wanted to be at the centre.

“I don’t have one. I can’t say I’ve cooked much for myself.” Urahara murmured, scratching his head.

You looked at him with shocked eyes, “no way! Not even scrambled eggs?”

Urahara let out a laugh, “ok, maybe one.” He looked at your now empty bento that he had nibbled on, “if you have the time…”

You looked at him with such an eager expression, the knot in his stomach tightened, as he tried to ignore the thudding of his heart. He wouldn’t act on feelings; this was a plan to let you slip up what your real reasons were to spend time with him.

“Would you teach me how to cook?”

And as he suspected as much, and denying his own relief from your words, you agreed. “Why don’t you pick a recipe you want to try and you can come over to my house on Sunday?”

“Sure,” Urahara said, his brain already laying down plans to ensnare you, “but won’t your boyfriend mind if I come over?” He asked, with a hesitant look on his face.

“If I did have one, maybe!” You laughed, “You don’t have to worry about that, trust me.” You looked away from him, a sad look on your face. Urahara narrowed his eyes, but before he could ask more, your smile was back, “just let me know what ingredients to buy.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Urahara said, “I’ll bring the ingredients. It’s the least I can do since you’re offering your kitchen.”

“Oh alright! Thank you for going through the trouble.” You smiled, “let me know how much it is and we can split the bill.” Urahara laughed at your comment, you really were so honest.

“No, it’s on me. Especially after feeding me lunch these past few weeks.”

You let an awkward laugh, before avoiding his gaze. “My only request is that,” Urahara lowered his voice, bring his face close to yours, “don’t invite anyone else – I want your undivided attention.”

THANKS FOR READING MY FIRST CHAPTER!!

I've already have drafted over 5 chapters for this story and I have an ending in mind for it too. As a personal goal, I want to complete this, so I hope you join me along for this ride!

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"What was that about?" He grinned at you teasingly.

"What?" You continued to feign innocence, but your cheeks betrayed you, reddening further under your friend's knowing gaze.

"Bye Captain Hirako!" He mocked in a high-pitched voice, making himself laugh again.

"I did not sound like that!" You crossed your arms over your chest knowing that you did.

"You're blushing too. Do you have a crush on him or something?"

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━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ THREE FOR THREE

Rōjūrō (Rose) x female reader x Izuru Kira

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❁ Warning: Smut, nsfw, angst to smut, threesome, double penetration, anal fingering and rimming, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, inexperienced Izuru, premature ejaculation, marriage, secretly Rose x Izuru coded, love triangle, immediately post tybw, reader is Izuru’s best friend.

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A hot summer, peaceful afternoon. The peace that came with a price.  

The broken man lay under the beating sun, hoping the warmth would take away that deep-seated pain. He places his foreign hand on the emptiness carved into his chest, finding nothing to grasp onto but rusty rods beneath the fabric. He closes his eyes for a moment, the heavy lids getting harder to pry open with each passing second he spends under the warmth. If only the warmth could reach his forsaken heart and fill up the emptiness that lay deep within his wound. 

You walk towards the withering garden of Squad 3, holding a neatly wrapped lunch box in one hand and your lover’s arm in the other. You were planning a picnic with your partner, the Captain of Squad 3 while basking under the sun. You are the first to spot your best friend, who happens to be the Lieutenant of Squad 3, lying on a sparse patch of lush grass and dozing off. You look up at your lover and the generous man gives you an approving smile and nod.

Izuru notices the approaching footsteps, immediately recognizing the spiritual pressures. If it was anyone else, he would not have been bothered. But your presence is what stirred something unfamiliar inside his chest. You were that warmth he had been seeking, yet you were unattainable. 

His eyes slowly flutter open, and his gaze instantly lands on you. He could hear the thumping of his own heart against his broken rib cage.

“Want to join us for a picnic?” you offer with a smile so contagious it makes his lips twitch, threatening to break him free from the cold stoic expression. 

He looks up at his Captain, who offers him the same smile of reassurance. 

Izuru didn’t answer but instead began to assist with setting up the picnic. All three settle down to enjoy a nice home-cooked meal surrounded by the ruins of a recent war, devastation etched in time.

Chit-chat was kept to a minimum while everyone indulged. Izuru, your best friend for years, never had much to say. And after the war, he refused to open up to you or anyone else. He made purposeful attempts to avoid you and that did not go unnoticed. So you were glad to catch him off guard today and snag him up for a meal. Although, the awkwardness was hard to cut through. 

Rose detects the dense air and decides to be the first to stir up a meaningful conversation.

“Delicious meal as always. I wouldn't mind having this again for dinner”, Rose comments while carefully observing you and Izuru behind his shimmering golden locks that reflect the sun so perfectly. His hair had a healthy glow while Izuru’s blonde strands were as dull as his complexion. 

“Oh! I made plenty! You know me. Cooking for a village”, you let out a chuckle between mouthfuls.

Izuru quietly ate, slowly chewing on a few grains of rice, not particularly sure if he should join in on the domestic conversation that did not involve him. He hated being the third wheel in every situation.

“You overdid it again? Now what will we do with the extra food?”, Rose hints at you with his eyes locked directly at Izuru. 

“Izuru, do you like the food?”, you pick up on the cues and go straight to your target.

Izuru has barely touched the food because his stomach is in knots. “Of course. Why wouldn't I”, was his dry reply. 

“Perfect! Come for dinner tonight and help us finish the food!”, you suggest with a cheerful smile. You look over at Rose and he gives you another head nod. “Captain’s order!”

Izuru failed to realize he fell into a trap. For a while, he actively kept his distance and ignored his heart’s desires, trying to untangle free from those feelings—convincing himself they were nothing more but a fleeting phase. But he would never forget the day before the war when he caught sight of the gold engagement ring flashing on your finger.

The ring was an unspoken vow—a promise to survive the battle and return to your spouse, his Captain. It was at that moment that Izuru realized that his feelings were more than just a small crush. The ring on your finger almost shattered him in half and the war took care of the rest, leaving him empty and broken. 

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Dinner was quick. Again, minimal chatter. You realize it isn't appropriate to discuss private family matters in front of Izuru. Best to just talk about work or the weather, which isn't enough to keep the conversation lively or engaging.

As dinner ends, Rose helps clear the table and walks into the kitchen with you. He took off his Captain Haori before dinner and pinned aside his messy blonde bangs to help wash the dishes while you prepare some tea. Well, the tea never got served.

Through the kitchen window, you notice Izuru walking out on you without a farewell or a thank you. The sound of giggles and soft chuckles from the kitchen told him all he needed to know—he had overstayed his welcome. 

“Izuru!”, you yell for him once you step outside. He didn't get too far so you know he heard you clearly, but he acts oblivious. 

“Hey! I know you heard me!”, you try again while chasing after him with teeth grinding and anger brewing inside you. 

He does not run. Instead, he walks at a steady pace as if he is carrying a heavy burden on his back. So you catch up with him very quickly.

You had enough of his sulking. You had put up with his gloomy attitude far too long and did not deserve the cold shoulder.

“Why are you pushing everyone out of your life? Is it self-pity or playing the victim? Because in case you didn't notice, we are all victims of this war”, you finally snap at him. Months of walking on eggshells had finally made your toes bleed. 

“Tell me that when you have a gaping hole in your chest”, he meant it both literally and figuratively.

“I lost my friends. People lost their families. I would take a hole in my chest any day rather than perish forever!” you reply, the hatred growing with your racing heartbeat and ragged breath.

“So you want a hole in your chest?”, he tests your resolve and steps forward, closing in the distance between you two.

You glare back at him, challenging him. Your eyes say it all. ‘You wouldn't dare’.

Izuru takes another step, and you follow by taking a step back to keep a distance. This pursuit continues for a few more strides before your back lands flat against a charred tree. You had never seen Izuru seething with rage, so you weren’t sure what might burst out from all that bottled-up anger. Best to keep your distance in case gravity decides to burden you. 

You are caged. He has you pinned against the hollow tree and you flinch when he lifts his fake right hand. You half expect a slap across your face but instead, his cold dead fingers rest under your chin. Your eyes quickly blink open only to find his face inches away from yours. His warm breath feels like fire against your skin. But the coldness in his eyes gives you the chills. Once upon a time, you could read past those tired weary eyes. But not anymore.

His fingers trace along your jaw before tipping your chin back, guiding your gaze upwards. His eyes are dead and subsequently it feels like his soul has withered away, like the gardens of Squad 3. 

“Only you can heal that hole”, he declares, pushing past his doubts. Before you can process and respond, your lips are already taken by his. 

The kiss is not an accident. It is a display of passion that has been suppressed for years. He worried about peace at the expense of his happiness. The moment his lips touched yours, time slowed down and morality had no place in his heart. 

You have no energy to push him away. Your body feels heavy from the overbearing emotions and conflict. His other hand is brave enough to be roaming all over the side of your rigid body. But his exploration doesn't last long. The brief moment of bliss is disrupted before he can savor it. 

He feels a tight grip on the back of his Shihakushō. Suddenly he is pried off your lips and separated from your body. You look up at your fiance, who is now dragging Izuru away from you and towards the house. It happened so fast that you did not get a chance to read his face. 

You run after them, chasing, because your Rose was walking like he was on a mission. You catch up to him and find Izuru thrown on the couch, the younger blonde has no willpower to fight back. He grasped the seriousness of his mistake but there were no regrets. He would gladly bear the consequences of his actions. 

Rose stands in front of the convict with both arms crossed across his chest. There was something very wrong with the picture that played before you. Rose didn't seem as upset as you thought he would be. He should be in a fury to have witnessed another man kissing his wife-to-be. Instead, he silently stands there, right foot tapping rhythmically to a song stuck in his head, not a single stress wrinkle on his perfectly symmetrical face. 

You walk behind Rose, placing your right hand on his relaxed shoulder. The silence brought out suspense, which was gnawing at you in the most nauseating way possible. So you were the first to break the stillness.

“Izuru was about to leave. I'm sure it was merely a kiss of farewell”, you try to defend your friend with a lame excuse that makes you look just as guilty. 

Izuru sat there, looking down at his feet, toes wiggling to make sure he was still awake and alive. He isn’t sure what awaits him. Neither are you.

Suddenly the tension in the room is pierced by a soft chuckle from your man. You look up at your fiance and sure enough, he is playing a giant smirk on his handsome face, laughing to his heart’s content. You cock an eyebrow, wondering what was so amusing about this situation. Was this one of those social experiments? Or worse, a prank?

Izuru is also baffled by his Captain’s reaction. He didn't expect his head to roll but there should be some repercussions for his audacious actions. 

“You alright hun?”, you ask, worried if the laughter was an act before the deadly climactic scene. 

Rose was a gentle soul but even so, he should be furious and enraged to see his Lieutenant kissing his partner. Instead, he is standing there wiping away tears of joy. 

“Follow me”, Rose finally broke out of the mad man laughter and began to walk towards the bedroom.

You pass Izuru a glance who is nervous for what awaits him.

As you enter the room with your confused but cautious friend, Rose quickly grabs your hand, pins you up against the wall and kisses you hard on the lips. You moan into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck to fully embrace him. With his hair out of his face, you could see the possessive look in his eyes. 

“This is how you kiss my lady”, he says after breaking away from the heated kiss. He turns to face Izuru and steps aside, making room for the younger man.

Izuru blinks a few times and looks at you. You shrug; unsure and confused. Was this a test? Both of you simply stand there, facing each other and looking dumbfounded, like two virgins unsure how to proceed. 

“We are set to marry in a month. I can't have you pining over a married woman. So whatever you have going on, release it now”, Rose explains in a very calm voice. He walked away to put on some music in the background that would lift the spirits. Music was life. And he never failed to find the right melody for the occasion. 

Once permission was granted, everything thereafter became a blur because all you craved was for Izuru to touch you in places he was never meant to touch. And your friend did not hesitate one bit, pinning you down on the bed and crawling on top of you, first undressing you with his eyes and then undressing you with his eager hands. 

He takes you in from head to toe, your raw beauty had him throbbing in his pants. The soft mattress, designed for only two, dips beneath Rose as he sits by your head, grasping your wrist– a silent reminder not to grow too attached to the man hovering above you.

Your body tingles and prickles up with goosebumps. Once Izuru is done eating you up with his eyes, his lips press up against your burning forehead. Small little kisses travel down your face and along your flushed cheeks and jaw. Your lips quiver with anticipation, and that is where he finally settles. His kisses aren’t deep, but soft smooches, lips smacking over and over again as he makes up for the lost years. Rose begins to draw soft little circles on the palm of your hand, ensuring you didn't completely lose yourself to another man.

His lips finally leave your face and trail down under your chin. Once his wandering lips reach your sensitive neck, it is game over. There was a growing ache between your legs and you craved some friction to ease the discomfort. With his knee planted between your legs, your body jerks upward, begging for more than just his lips. 

But Izuru was very much like your Rose. He liked to take his time to appreciate your body by worshipping every inch of skin. As blissful as it sounds, it was nothing but a torturous long ordeal for you.  

Luckily, Izuru was still inexperienced and could not wait any longer. He discarded his pants to the side but refused to expose his upper half in fear of judgement and he believed he was sparing you the grotesque view.

Not wanting to push him out of his comfort zone, you went along with it. As he aligns himself between your legs, stroking his cock with one hand while massaging the inside of your thighs with the other, Rose decides to intervene and pushes Izuru to the side so he can lead the show.

At this point, Izuru is growing frustrated and ready to throw a fit but Rose calmly places his index finger against his quivering lip. 

“Settle down, won't you? Lay on your back”, Rose commands him. 

He has no choice but to follow orders from his Captain, considering how he was borrowing his woman. So Izuru swallows his pride and stretches out on his back. Rose grabs your hand by the wrist and pushes you on top of the Lieutenant who is splayed out for you like an appetizer on a table. 

Izuru didn’t expect to feel his Captain's soft hands around his cock. It felt weird and awkward but surprisingly it made him throb under the warm touch. 

Rose pumps Izuru’s length a few times, watching the younger man squirm beneath while locking eyes with him. It doesn’t take long for precum to collect around the sensitive tip, which he evenly spreads out to give the membrane a nice glossy finish before he settles you down on it.

Once content with the preparations, Rose grabs your waist with his other hand and slowly guides you down onto Izuru’s erect cock. He closely watches another man’s dick penetrate and disappear deep inside your pussy.

Izuru let out a groan, the feeling of your soft walls hugging his length for the first (and probably last) time. Oh, he could just lay there and relish in the moment but instincts told him to start fucking. 

He is definitely impatient. There is no rhythm with Izuru’s thrusts as he greedily chases for his high, slapping his hips from underneath while you try to match his sloppy pace. His hands were firmly holding onto your waist, anchoring you on top so you wouldn’t slip away from his grasp. As you get comfortable with his cock and relinquish yourself to pleasure, you are suddenly put to another challenge.

You feel the delicate hand of your fiance come from behind and caress your spine. He trails his long fingers down your back and towards your bouncing ass. His other hand rests on the back of your head and he slowly guides your body forward and on top of Izuru’s chest. You quickly understand his motives and you happily follow his guidance. 

Izuru however had no idea how this was progressing. You press your chest up against Izuru, feeling the gap and rods through the fabric of his uniform. Rose had already stripped himself naked and showed no hesitation to proudly display the battle scars that tainted his torso. 

You hear some rustling as he prepares for the grand entrance. It wasn't your first time but the prep work was definitely necessary to avoid injuries and hurting you.

Izuru slowed down with his mindless thrusts so he could tilt his head sideways and see what Rose was scheming. But Rose’s face had disappeared behind your bubbly ass. A puff of warm breath tickled Izuru’s balls, causing him to suddenly flinch and tense up. 

You can’t help but let out a chuckle which quickly turns into an ugly moan. You feel your man’s tongue and fingers invade your tight entrance. You tremble and grab Izuru’s hand to ground yourself. 5 minutes felt like an eternity. Izuru can’t control himself either, occasionally humping himself into you, reminding his cock to stay alert. You tighten your walls around his cock, smothering it and the fingers that probed you. 

Eventually, Rose is satisfied with his handy work. The clueless man beneath you still could not comprehend the performance that was about to be showcased.

Rose aligns himself square against your twitching wet hole drooling with his spit. The melody changes in the background as if he were conducting the symphony, guiding it towards the next act. 

With your beautiful moans came the untethered groans below. Izuru could feel the invading fat girth next door, narrowing his own channel and choking his cock and increasing the resistance that came from within you.

Unlike Izuru, Rose had a perfect rhythm going to the beat. And with patience and practice, he guided Izuru through the same. “Follow the notes, Izuru”, he guided while slapping his hips in perfect harmony. 

Unfortunately, Izuru was the first to reach a premature climax, putting a damper on the performance. He couldn't tell if this was a wet dream or if he indeed was about to taint his friend’s womb. Before he could question his sanity, ropes of cum escape the spastic tip and paint your walls with the foreign seed. 

“I'm sorry!” Izuru apologizes, attempting to pull out mid-orgasm but Rose keeps your body securely in place with his weight from behind. 

No one seemed to care that Izuru just ejected his fertile seed into your womb. The show must go on. 

Rose pauses with his thrusts and grabs Izuru’s limp sensitive cock by the balls and pulls him out of you. He proceeds to pull his cock out of your unfavourable hole and quickly inserts himself into the well-used and freshly creamed pot, dragging Izuru’s thick seed further in. Messy wet sounds exude out of your sex with each thrust. Cum slowly drips down and pools onto its owner's slick thighs as he holds you firmly by the waist from below. 

You are sandwiched between two warm bodies. Neither one wants to let you go as you become an entangled mess on the bed. 

The pitch of your moans guides Rose to his next act. He can tell you are close so he quickened his pace. Izuru can feel your entire body jolt with each thrust as you tightly clutch onto his shoulders. 

A few more thrusts and you are fully stuffed like an eclair. Rose’s fresh hot cum washes away the old remnants from before, your convulsing walls gladly accepting the fresh load.

You collapse on top of the Lieutenant while Rose pulls himself out of your leaky pussy. A backflow of cum comes ejecting out to add to the messy concoction of fluids that had collected on Izuru’s thigh. 

Rose begins to clean up the mess. Izuru held you close against his warm chest while you recovered from the tag team production. Although this wasn’t what he expected, he had to admit he wouldn’t mind another round of it. 

Once you are all cleaned up, you stand up and drag Izuru off the bed so you can change the bedsheets. 

“Wait, that's it?” Izuru realized it was all over and he didn't get to savor the moment he had been yearning for years. If he knew he was going to be granted the opportunity to fuck you, he would have jerked off earlier so that he could last a little longer than 15 minutes. Now he wanted a do-over. 

Rose’s goal was to have Izuru get that sexual frustration out of his system and work out his feelings. Even though you were completely oblivious, he could see how much Izuru longed for you. 

But this whole ordeal had the opposite effect—it only made Izuru want you even more.

You see the disappointed look on Izuru’s face and hand him some blankets and a pillow, inviting him to stay the night and sleep in the spare room. It was hard not to notice his hard cock. You shake your head although you do take pride in having that effect on him. 

“What do you mean ‘that's it?’ What are you, a horny teenager? Get to bed. We got work tomorrow”, came your commanding voice, hiding a mischievous grin. 

———

A month later, you were married to the love of your life. It was a small celebration. Very few had gathered at the restored gardens of Squad 3. 

Izuru watches from afar as you hand your heart over to the Captain, binding your souls for all eternity. He feels a heaviness in his chest although he spent days mentally rehearsing for this moment. His external wounds were slowly healing but the internal ones continued to fester. The memories of that particular night was enough to open up a new wound. Such a cruel way to say your goodbyes. 

The newlyweds were now enjoying a nice picnic in the garden. Everyone said their congratulations and goodbyes. Izuru is the last one to sulk around and you spot him from the corner of your eyes as you lay down the picnic blanket. He walks over, handing you a small wedding gift, a gold necklace with a marigold flower pendant dangling from the chain.

“Thank you! It’s beautiful!”, you reply and turn around so he can fasten the clasp. “Want to join us for a picnic? I made more than usual. You know me, always cooking for a village”, you say with a hidden sly smirk he could not see because you had your back turned.

Izuru felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Every night he had been reliving that intimate moment that played repetitively in his head until his wrists grew tired. 

Rose sneaks up behind Izuru and casually rests his arm across his shoulders while addressing you. “You overdid it again, sweetheart? Now what will we do with the extra food?” 

There was a moment of silence as Izuru was expected to step in and say his part.

“Sure. I’ll join you two for dinner”, Izuru replies, purposefully falling for the same trap twice. 

(a/n: My initial ending was very sad. But i cant. I love writing comedy and sassy stuff. So I’m not upset about it. BUT if the ending wasn’t clear, let me know or interpret it as you desire!) 

This scene when Shunsui meets little Nanao in TYBW! 😍

(I want to lick that broad hairy chest of his) 🥵😋🤤

@r473n @villainsrtasty @darthwhorecrux @j-u-u-z-o @toxictaicho

Food for Thought - Chapter 3: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Dessert After Midnight)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Summary: You often wonder why you feel so alone even when you spend time with other people. An outsider even in a packed room. But a chance work project with Urahara Kisuke provides a strange comfort... so strange that you continue to spend time with him after your project is over.

CW: self-esteem issues, kissing, alcohol consumption, embarassment

Read on AO3 here.

Monday scaries were very real to you. As your alarm rang, you rushed through your apartment trying to get ready. Thankfully your commute wasn’t long, and you were at your desk in no time.

You weren’t the first one in the office, but as others trickled in, you nodded to them as you began to focus on your work for today.

“How was your weekend?” Hanatarou asked innocuously.

“My weekend,” your brain flashed at the thought of you making out with Kisuke yesterday, your face heating up in the process. “Um, well, it was fine! Nothing new or exciting” you laughed nervously.

Hantarou nodded, “sometimes you need those weekends. I had the same as well.” You thanked the heavens that Hanatarou minded his own business, as he got into his own work for the day.

The two of you, and the rest of your unit, were so engrossed in work. You were absorbed with your analyses and debugging that you didn’t realize it was lunchtime already. You glanced at your phone and saw a text from Kisuke. Sighing deeply, you closed your phone; you weren’t ready to face him.

But your stomach growled as you went back to your work. It was no use working on an empty stomach. You peered over your cubicle and whispered, “Hanatarou, why don’t we have lunch together?” To which he nodded. The two of you went to a place he preferred to eat at.

Kisuke frowned as he saw that you didn’t read his message. Lunch was ticking away, and you didn’t respond.

You were ignoring him.

As Kisuke left his office, he wandered through the halls to the balcony overseeing some of the other units, where he noticed you and another employee. He narrowed his eyes as you were laughing at something your companion had said.

Kisuke didn’t like the relaxed look on the man’s face. Or the way you were at ease around the man. Kisuke walked back to his office, his computer screen mirroring yours as he looked through your files. He set an alarm on his phone for a few hours from now, as he went back to his project.

You got out of your seat and stretched your back, sighing as you saw the time, 2:30… still have some ways to go. You wondered about getting a coffee to stretch out your legs.

“There you are,” your body tensed as you turned around, Kisuke at the entrance to your unit, “I texted you, but you didn’t respond.” He sheepishly laughed.

You could see some of your coworkers’ gaze curiously at him and then back at you.

No, no, no! I don’t want this attention. You began to panic. “I didn’t see it, sorry – I had lunch with Hanatarou today.” Hanatarou nodded his head politely at Kisuke, before returning to his work, his headphones blasting music.

“I didn’t text about lunch,” Kisuke smiled, playing it cool. Your face got warmer as you fished for your phone. His text to you was sincere, “I hope you have a good day today. Yesterday was fun. Hope we can talk sometime later in the day.”

And now you feel guilty. Why am I avoiding him?

“I came by asking if you wanted some coffee?”

Without saying a word, you grabbed your things and pushed him out into the hallway. Kisuke grinned as he held your hand. You shook his hand from yours as the two of you made your way towards the elevators. You were frazzled by his appearance, but didn’t say anything, looking at the ground away from him. Your face felt hot again as memories of yesterday flooded your mind.

But the ding of the elevator snapped you back to reality. You were on autopilot as you pushed the down button – Kisuke was talking, but you weren’t registering what he was saying.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he laughed.

“Huh? Sorry, what was it?” You asked, confused.

“Let’s date.” He gave a sly smile, leaning down. Your heart raced as you tried to comprehend what he just said. Date? Me?! No way. Nope. Nope.

“That’s not a question.” You blurted out. But before he could respond, the elevator pinged opened, and you quickly jumped in.

Unfortunately for Kisuke, but fortunately for you, other people had the same idea of leaving the building for a break. People were chatting away as the elevator dinged along, while you and Kisuke stood next to each other in silence.

Once the elevator reached ground level, you immediately rushed through and quickly walked as Kisuke tried to catch up to you. He frowned that you weren’t looking at him – he had to change his plan.

“I have another recipe I want to try.”

“I don’t believe you.” You remarked, still refusing to look at him. You bolted into the coffee shop, with Kisuke fast behind you.

As you stood in line, you felt guilt welling up inside you. Kisuke was trying to talk to you, and for all intents and purposes, he probably was as flustered as you. Shouldn’t you give him a chance?

You took a deep breath, the line slowly moving in front of you. You turned to Kisuke, “let’s talk more once we grab our drinks, ok?”

“Alright, but I’m paying.”

You couldn’t say no to that.

The two of you walked to a parkette near the office. It was a big enough space that people can pass freely through, and it gave you enough space to talk freely in private. You sipped your drink as Kisuke drank his. No words spoken between you two as you stared at the small fountain in the centre of the park.

“So… what’s this recipe you wanna try this time?” You asked, giving him a glance.

“How do you feel about oyakodon?” Kisuke asked, taking another sip.

Your eyes immediately lit up, “it’s one of my favourites!”

Kisuke gave a small smile as he saw your reaction, “it’s mine too, actually.” He lied.

“I’m more than happy to teach you then.” You gave a shy smile, “just no… funny business, ok?”

“Funny business? What do you mean?” He teased, inching closer towards you. Your body felt warm again, as you struggled with the different thoughts racing through your mind.

He’s just being a jerk.

But what if he isn’t lying?

No one really likes me.

And with that thought, you didn’t notice you gave a sad smile. Kisuke frowned.

Your mind raced and drifted between your insecurity and hope. “Do you want to come over Saturday or Sunday next weekend?” You asked.

“Let’s do Saturday, I’ll bring the groceries again.” Kisuke gave a small smile.

“You can just buy the chicken, I already have the other ingredients.” You said, making a note in your phone – this time you won’t be surprised.

You knew you should head back to the office, but you wanted to stay with him some more. “I can’t stay for long, so I’m gonna go back up.”

Kisuke nodded, a lazy smile on his face, “don’t keep me waiting tomorrow” he teased.

What happened next surprised him – you gave him a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek and dashed back inside. He lightly touched the spot where your lips were, a blush growing across his face. For once he was shocked, surprised even – what a curious woman he thought.

You felt flushed and anxious as you went back to your cubicle. You chugged your coffee as you quickly skimmed your emails and work messages. No, you totally didn’t kiss Kisuke goodbye, nope. It was just you slipping forward and your lips coincided with his cheek.

Your face got hotter after realizing what you had done. You quickly reached for your phone, typing an apology to him, but you stopped typing as you saw him typing something.

“Next time, you can greet me with a kiss too” he texted, a laughing emoji followed.

Your face had never felt this hot before. You decided to turn off your phone and go back to work.

After work, you agreed to grab drinks with Rangiku and whoever she could wrangle to join for a Monday night bar run. With what had transpired during your afternoon break, you wanted a drink to ease your nerves. You sat with her in a booth, a few glasses between you two, as the two of you watched Izuru and Shuhei from the Legal and Compliance division play a drinking game.

Maybe I should ask Rangiku about what I should do you thought to yourself.

You took a large sip of your drink, the alcohol burning your throat.

“Woah, not like you to drink that much that quickly!” Rangiku commented.

“I have a question –“ you felt a bit lightheaded, but kept going, “and if it’s personal, don’t answer it.” You took another large gulp of your drink.

Rangiku’s eyes widened, and then she gave a sly smile, “what do you wanna know?”

“How long did it take for you and your partner to have your first kiss.”

Rangiku blinked at the question, then gave a hearty laugh.

“I’m serious!”

“I know, I know!” She said, fanning herself, “it’s just a cute question.”

You remained silent, waiting for her to answer.

“I think it just… happened?” She shrugged her shoulders. “There wasn’t a particular thing we were doing, there wasn’t anything special we had done” she said, her eyes softening. “We were just in my apartment watching a movie and I thought how lucky I was to have someone who made me so happy” Rangiku giggled, “and it didn’t help that he’s so handsome.” She lowered her voice, a gentle smile on her face as she reminisced, “I just gave him a big kiss then.”

“How long did it take you to kiss him?”

“My, my, is there someone you want to kiss?” Rangiku teased.

“NO!” You shouted, getting the attention of Izuru and Shuhei, you gave a nervous laugh.

Rangiku raised her eyebrows, but was too curious to stop, “you can tell me…”

You downed the remaining alcohol in your glass, coughing from the burn, all the alcohol you consumed was finally hitting you at full force, “yes – I like kissing him a lot.” You mumbled, mishearing her question.

“Who?”

But the alcohol was too much for you at this point. You couldn’t focus on Rangiku or her question, the room felt like it was spinning. Rangiku frowned and immediately called a ride home for you.

Rangiku was surprised you held in your alcohol for the duration of the ride. You seemed, content, staring off out the window of the car. She didn’t press further about who your crush was, but she also couldn’t hold back her curiosity.

Thankfully your home wasn’t far from the bar. She kept you close, worried you would stumble around.

“Does he know you like kissing him?” Rangiku asked as the two of you approached your unit.

“No… he probably thinks I don’t like him.” You mumbled; your eyes began to water.

“Why don’t you tell him you like him?” She asked, helping you take off your shoes.

“’s too hard…” you muttered, “He probably doesn’t like me…”

Rangiku sighed loudly, “I wish you saw yourself the way me, and this lucky guy, sees you.” She gave you a tight hug, petting your hair. “Sometimes you’re your own worst enemy.” She scolded, dragging you to your bedroom.

“Fine… fine,” you grumbled as you reached for your phone.

Your eyes were getting heavy and tired, but luckily Kisuke was still at the top of your messages. Rangiku could only watch as you mumbled and typed something into your phone, then fall over into your bed.

Rangiku gently smiled as she tucked you in, “I hope you dream of your lover boy.”

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping and an incredibly dry mouth. You jolted out of bed, feeling the immediate rush of pain.

You remembered drinking with Rangiku, and her helping you home. You grabbed your phone to thank her for last night.

But the colour of your face drained when you saw what you had texted last night.

“I really, really like kissing you.”

“A LOT.”

Kisuke Urahara had read your messages.

Thanks for your patience and to @worldsetfree for beta-reading this chapter! I hope you guys enjoy this :D.