Bleach one shots

Retsu Unohana x Reader x Shunsui Kyoraku

You didn't know how you came to be standing shoulder to shoulder with Captain Kyoraku in the open space besides Captain Unohanas bed. Being held in place by the weight of her cool assessing gaze, you couldn't bring yourself to care. Slowly she circled you, womanly figure hugged by the black satin robe she wore. Tugged in tightly at her waist, it perfectly accentuated the swell of her hips, the generous weight of her breasts usually concealed by the loose fitting, standard issued Soul reaper uniform.

Her skin as pure and white as freshly shed snow, The perfect Yin to the Yang of her midnight robe. Your mouth went dry at the sight, captivated by the seductive sway of the robe, kissing against her smooth thighs. Another circle, eyes hungrily assessing her two toys for the evening, standing prettily, awaiting instruction.

Her hair was down, thick luscious locks framed her beautiful face, tumbled down her back in waves left over from her usual braid. The sharp snap of leather against flesh had your stiffening, standing to attention. The brown leather riding crop held as comfortable in her hand as her zanpakuto, intermittently biting the skin of her palm. A warning, a promise.

You notice Kyoraku in the corner of your eye, shoulders pushed back, eagerly awaiting what he knew would unfold that evening. From this angle you could see how defined his jaw was, masculine and smattered with dark hair. His tongue darted out to slowly lick his full bottom lip, you subconsciously mimicked the action. His head tilted your way, a small smirk on his lips. His gun metal grey eyes shone with excitement and lust as he drank you in, offering a cheeky wink.

"first time?" He whispered, voice as dark and thick as the purest of honey. All you could do is nod, adrenaline surging through your veins, you couldn't trust your voice. Hyper aware of the static running over your skin, the way your clothes felt heavy on your frame, Kyorakus warmth radiating off him. The fact Unohana hadn't returned to your vision in a suspiciously long time...

"relax, you'll have fun"  Kyoraku continued. The smack of the riding crop, muffled by clothing made you jump, head snapping forward. Kyoraku groaned lowly as the leather made contact with his shoulder from behind, alerting you to Unohanas location.

"No talking, Shunsui-san" the soft voice commanded, as heavenly as the sweet tinkling of bells. Almost undetectable footsteps continued their journey, the riding crop left Kyoraku, ghosting it way across your shoulder blades. You shiver at the sensation, the unknown driving you crazy with need. At her own decided pace, Unohana finished the circle, coming to stop infront of you. She was petite , shorter than you, but with the heavy aura of a powerful woman, a woman in control. Her pretty blue eyes took you in, examining each and every curve of your face, the anticipation was almost unbearable

"I have one rule." She told you, sickly sweet voice pulling you under her spell. You were unnerved, her usual sweet disposition suddenly tainted with a perfected undercurrent of dominance, so foreign to the well loved captain of the 4th. The cool leather of the crop dragged across your bottom lip, setting a blazing trail down the side of your neck "No speaking, no touching, unless I tell you to" She dragged the crop down your chest, in between your heaving breasts "break that rule, and you'll be punished." 
You cried out in surprise as she tapped against your clothed nipple, it hardening under the light slap instantly. Your clothing lessened the blow, though the intent was palpable

"Behave, and you'll be rewarded with pleasure". You tried to concentrate on her words, but the firm rubbing of the leather against your pebbling nipple had your mind swimming dizzyingly. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Unohana sama". You had never heard yourself sound so needy, so desperate for approval. The crop left you as quick as it had appeared, your nipples tingled as they hardened, encouraged by the lingering feel of her touch. Unohana stopped before Kyoraku, riding crop already brushing up his strong thigh. She looked tiny next to the large man, head tilted back to be able to see his face towering over her.