Bleach one shots

Shunsui Kyoraku x reader x Kisuke Urahara

You slam back another shot to the teasing jeers of the two men you were sandwiched between. Dropping the empty tumbler back onto the table, you shudder at the sharp burn brought on by the strong tasting alcohol. Coughing roughly at the intense taste you struggled to get used to, no matter how many slid down your throat that evening

Urahara rubbed a soothing hand on your back, grinning manically bedside you. Kyoraku's large hand patted your thigh under the table, deep rumbling chuckle cut through the boisterous chatter of the bar you were in. You breathed in deeply, reaching quickly for your drink to wash away the taste coating your tongue

"this isn't fair " you say, wiping the moisture from your lips with the back of your hand. Meeting each captains eye in turn to convey your seriousness. "Neither of you have taken a shot the last four rounds!"

Some quiet drinks after work had steadily progressed to drinking heartily. Pleasantly buzzed, someone had suggested playing a drinking game. Apparently a popular drinking game from the world of the living, Urahara suggested playing "never have I ever", in an attempt to get to know each other a little better. Not having played before, you decided to try. You were all a little fuzzy on the rules, so between you, you made your own.

The aim of the game was to get your friends to drink. Declaring "never have I ever" followed by a scenario. If you had never done it, you take the penalty. In this case, a shot of the most potent vodka the bar had to offer. It had started out innocently enough, the captains playfully brought up embarrassing stories about the other in an effort to get you laughing.

Steadily the questions turned more risqué. You happily played along, laughing hard at the stories that soon followed the admittance of guilt. The game turned, to what you believed, to be a competition between the captains of who was the biggest slut. That was until, as if by some unspoken truce, they had decided to team up against you. Unfortunately for them, you weren't as promiscuous as the old leeches, therefore didn't get any juicy details from you. Unfortunately for you, that ment you had to keep taking the shots of pure vodka, slowly but surly getting you drunker than you had intended to get.

"we've done a lot of stuff love" Kyoraku shrugged good naturedly, slurping happily from his sake cup. Urahara nudged your shoulder playfully with his own, pulling your focus back to him

"you should really experiment more"  the dirty grin he gave you sent a flurry of butterflies to your stomach. He leaned over you, grabbing hold of the half empty bottle of vodka. His scent filled your nose, an interesting combination of latex and soap, sweetened by the fruity sake he had been drinking all night. You leaned in subconsciously, filling your lungs of the intoxicating aroma.

Uraharas lips quirked up at the corners, catching the way you followed him minutely as he sat back in his chair. He poured another shot, filling it to the brim before slowly scraping it across the wooden table to stop directly in front of you. "One more question?"

It didn't pass your notice that he had only poured the one, clearly he had something in mind that would only get you drinking again. Kyoraku leaned a heavy arm on the table, stretching his long legs out behind you. Honestly, you were impressed he had stayed vertical for as long as he had. The lazy grin he gave you had you rolling your eyes. They we're definitely working together on this.

"one" you emphasise the point with a singular extended finger pointed at the inventor. Urahara flicked the finger away joyfully, then crossing an invisible X over his heart in promise "Who's turn is it?"

"I believe it is Urahara sans turn" Kyoraku drawled, emptying the last of his sake into his dish before moving the empty bottle to fall in line with the others. Your head whipped back to Urahara, hands clasped together, he used his two index fingers to tap his stubbled chin feigning deep thought,