Urahara Kisuke - Blog Posts
I made a collage and kept forgetting to post it. Urahara lovers this is for us!!!!
The Karakura Gang only knew the Ichigo's Urahara, the guy who bowed in apologies to their friend and is always helping. And the new shinigami generation most know him as Ichigos's mentor. And after two wars and so many rebellions Urahara is respected and look up. The old shinigami generation still confused how that happened. Urahara is the most confused.
I could see that. Urahara has all these teenagers/younger generation of Shinigami hanging out in his shop every day, and whenever one of the Gotei 13 stop by, they just… don’t get it. Like, this is Urahara, practically a sociopath in some ways, with more blood on his hands than most people they know and a tendency for not-strictly-legal experiments, and they don’t understand why Ichigo and co. just don’t seem to get it. Maybe they don’t know. So Rukia and Renji get warned, and they mention it to Ichigo, but from Renji’s experience, all he really knows of Urahara is the guy calling him a freeloader all the time and making him stock shelves and do chores, and it’s annoying but not exactly evil. And yeah, Urahara placed the Hogyoku in Rukia, but the guy apologized, maybe because Ichigo made him, but things turned out fine in the end, and the fact that he listens to Ichigo at all is a sticking point for her. Ichigo makes her want to strangle him sometimes, but he’s got a good eye for people, for who they are on the inside, and he makes them loyal, makes them better, and if Urahara’s willing to follow Ichigo’s lead, then she thinks she can at least trust him not to deliberately throw them into the deep end again.
The others - Ishida, Chad, Inoue - they witnessed Urahara apologizing to Ichigo. And they didn’t know a lot about him, but even they could tell that behind the jokes and sly smiles and collected calm was enough pride that the man wouldn’t bow to just anyone. But the guy knelt and bowed and apologized to Ichigo, tossed his pride aside and let a teenager judge him, the last thing any of them expected him to do, and a man like that probably deserves at least a second chance. Besides, Ichigo forgave him, so it seems kind of pointless for any of them to hold a grudge. Even to Ishida, Urahara’s mostly okay for a Shinigami. At least he’s not Kurotsuchi.
And Ichigo. Ichigo didn’t really expect Urahara to admit he was in the wrong either. He didn’t seem the type. If he did fuck up, he seemed the sort to gloss over it and try to fix it and possibly fuck up some more, but not apologize for any of it, much less put himself out there like he did for Ichigo when he didn’t even expect Ichigo to forgive him. So whatever, Urahara kind of screwed them over a bit, screwed Rukia over a lot, but it’s not like he didn’t help them too, as much as he could, and Ichigo figures so long as he doesn’t do it again, he can let bygones be bygones. And it turns out, Urahara mostly doesn’t do it again. He helps them through war and a fuck-ton of rebellions and invasions and almost-end-of-the-worlds, he never asks for anything in return, and he’s always willing to lend them a hand or teach them something they don’t know. He never sides with the Gotei 13, always with them, and that’s worth more than Ichigo can say. Even Shinji and the others hopped back into the Gotei 13 as soon as they could. Urahara stayed. That’s worth a lot in Ichigo’s books. Yeah, he ignored him just like all the others in those two years Ichigo lost his powers, which was incidentally also partially Urahara’s fault, but he was also the one who came up with a way to restore them, and by that point, Ichigo’s fond enough of him that there’s actually fairly little he wouldn’t forgive the guy for.
He gets hints of Urahara’s past throughout their acquaintance, and the older generation of Shinigami eventually tell him more through Rukia and Renji, but to Ichigo, it’s the present that matters, it’s what Urahara does now that matters, and what he does now is help, no matter what the situation is, no matter the time, and he’s always solidly in their corner, even more than the Visored or Ichigo’s own dad. Urahara’s a friend at this point, and Ichigo is notorious for fighting anyone who fucks with his friends.
For his part, Urahara doesn’t know when his shop became central station for the spiritually aware population of Karakura. The place is a lot busier these days, he gets Ichigo and his friends doing their homework at his dining table, Abarai-san comes down once in a while and grumbles his way through “budgeting all his shit properly”, and Rukia tags along and regularly buys Chappy merchandise from him even though he knows there are perfectly good stores in Seireitei that sell the same things.
Ichigo most of all comes over for tea, often (Ichigo makes the tea too). Sometimes he stays for dinner, and Urahara finds himself enjoying his company. They don’t even talk about Shinigami issues most of the time, and they don’t run out of conversation.
(Eventually, when they’re in Seireitei and some random Shinigami - old enough to remember the rumours of what Urahara Kisuke was infamous for - makes a snide comment and sneers and trashtalks him to his buddies, well, Urahara doesn’t care. He’s heard worse, and it’s not entirely an undeserved reputation. But Ichigo takes exception, because who the fuck does this guy think he is, acting like he has the right to judge one of Ichigo’s people when he’s willing to bet the asshole has never exchanged a single word with Urahara? The bastard keeps talking, and between one blink and the next, Ichigo’s punted him through a wall, Eleventh Division style, hard enough that he’ll be in the Fourth for a while. Inoue blinks after the guy and very pointedly doesn’t offer to heal him, Ishida sniffs disdainfully and mutters contemptuously about Shinigami, and Chad flashes his arm at one of the idiots who looks like they want to try taking them on. He changes his mind quickly.
They proceed to drag an utterly bemused Urahara out of there. Later, he finds out Rukia and Renji managed to get the group demoted as well. It’s a novel experience for him, having people defend him, even when he doesn’t need it.)
bleach au where the human teens are millennials
ulquiorra: if this eye cannot see a thing, then it does not exist orihime: my dude just for got about gravity smh
aizen: i am perfectly capable of reaching your heart at any moment ichigo: pics or it didn’t happen
mayuri: killing you now will be as easy as strangling a baby ishida: op strangles babies but go off i guess
ichigo: i will yeet you into the fucking sun hollow ichigo: i’m a bad bitch you can’t kill me! zangetsu, sobbing: what the fuck is going on
yoruichi, urahara, gin, and shinji are the only ones who understand what the fuck any of them are saying
If the new Bleach anime won’t give us filler about Urahara, Orihime & Chad travelling with Grimmjow to meet Ichigo then I riot. I mean the sheer concept of this team is hilarious. Can you imagine Grimmjow having to put up with not one, but two adorable pacifists and one extra irritating shady man, all at once? He’d explode every other minute and I’m here for every second of it.
Also what was the deal he made with Urahara?! We oughta find out, c’mon.
If not normal filler, then at least some comedic specials after episodes, like…
Orihime cooking for them & sucking at it so much that she somehow manages to ruin even the Hueco Mundo reiatsu that Hollows eat.
Chad seeing Grimmjow’s resurreccion form and being in total awe bc KITTY. We’re talking “must adopt and protect”-mode here (Grimm’s even already dead too, just like the parakeet boy was lol).
Urahara getting them new outfits bc where else did they get them from?! Him basically going “you show off your chest, you show off your chest, everybo–…. err, no, you cover up your chest for a change lmao”. Just to piss everyone off.
Same energy 🔥
Kisuke Urahara & Satoru Gojo
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Kisuke sure had a car crash after taking this picture
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.
Food for Thought - Chapter 2: Smells like Aperol Spritz
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
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, Urahara being a creep.
Read this chapter on AO3 here.
“My only request is that,” Urahara lowered his voice, bringing his face close to yours, “don’t invite anyone else – I want your undivided attention.”
You gave Urahara a confused look at his remark, “why would I invite other people? My kitchen is so small.”
A brief, yet awkward silence filled the space between you two before Urahara burst into laughter. When was the last time I laughed like this? He wondered to himself as he stopped. “I suppose you have a point.” He gave you a small smile, “so no surprise guests then, Ms. Popular” he teased, followed by a light chuckle.
You smiled fondly at his laugh. You noticed, since spending lunch with Urahara now, that he seemed more relaxed. He always gave a mysterious air around him, almost as if he was assessing everyone he interacted with, even you, but today felt a bit different.
No, I’m just overthinking things. You told yourself. You quickly checked your phone and saw your lunch break was nearing its end. “I’ll have to go now Urahara-san, but hopefully we can chat again tomorrow?” You asked, putting away your lunch.
“Sure,” he replied with a slight grin, “don’t keep me waiting.”
You waved him off as you headed back to your department. Your cheeks felt warm and your heart felt odd.
Sitting in your office chair, you sighed. I have a crush you thought with sadness. Of course you would have a crush on him, he was friendly, funny and intelligent. It didn’t help that he was handsome either. You wanted to reach out to your phone and text him something, anything, to validate your thoughts, until you heard your name.
You looked up to see Rukia there smiling at you, “I missed you at lunch today! Where have you been?” She asked, noticing the shocked and embarrassed look on your face.
“Oh, sorry.” You apologized, “I had lunch with Urahara-san today.”
“You’re not done with that project with him?” She asked, folding her arms. “It’s not like you to delay something like that.”
You shook your head, “oh it’s nothing like that”, you began to fiddle with your fingers, avoiding her gaze, “I appreciate his company so we have lunch together sometimes.”
Rukia clicked her tongue, “ahh, I see. He’s not being weird with you, is he?”
Your eyes widened with surprise, “not at all! He’s quite funny actually.” Rukia narrowed her eyes, but let you continue on, “he’s really insightful. I like talking to him.” You gave her an earnest smile.
Rukia sighed, “alright, but just keep your wits about you, ok?”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “sure, mother.” You said sarcastically. Rukia huffed, but you broke into laughter, “I know you’re concerned, but Urahara-san is quite normal.”
“Well I didn’t come here to talk about him,” she admonished, “I wanted to double check if you were still free for lunch tomorrow, you know the one that Ukitake-san is treating us to?”
“Oh right, thank you for reminding me!” You said, completely shocked that something like that slipped your mind.
“And I’m also here to show you something…” Rukia said, before reaching into her pants pocket, “ta dah!” She held out a pristine, limited edition Chappy keychain in the palm of her hand.
“You managed to find one!?” You gasped, “how?!” As you delicately picked it up with your hand, as if it would crumble with even the gentlest of touches.
Rukia grinned, a satisfied smile on her face, “I managed to win it in a blind box. Lady Luck favours the bold, you know.”
“And no one is as bold as you, Rukia” you chuckled. “But it’s cute, congrats!” You smiled at it, giving it a soft squeeze before handing it back to Rukia.
But before you and Rukia could continue with your conversation, your manager Hiyori peeked her head, giving you two a glare. Rukia gave you a polite smile, leaving you with your work… and your phone’s messaging app open on your texts to Urahara.
I’ll just let him know about tomorrow. It’s the least I can do. You thought to yourself as you began to type.
Kisuke mulled around in his laptop, losing interest in the code in front of him. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of you. Spending time with you, as innocuous as lunch was, left him feeling uncomfortable and anxious. It was an uneasy feeling that he didn’t want to dwell on, but at the same time, he also craved your attention.
Maybe tomorrow he would be firmer in his approach with you. He would test himself. Maybe he was drawn to the physicality of your presence rather than mental chemistry building between you.
The line of code stared back at him while his brain ran through iterations of plans. He’ll have lunch with you tomorrow, maybe he would buy a pre-made lunch and lie that he attempted to make it for dinner. He would have you taste it; you would be amazed and proud, and he would lean in for a kiss.
Yes, that’s what he would do. He would test you to see if you would reciprocate. After all, most people wanted him for something, he would figure out what was your deal anyways.
Kisuke slowly began to type his code, until his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a message from you. His heart quickened, which he just as quickly dismissed. His fingers immediately opened the text you sent, and his heart churned.
You sent an apology about tomorrow’s lunch, something about a director treating your unit. You sent a sad emoji to express your disappointment but then followed it up with “please send me a recipe when you have the time!”
Kisuke leaned into his seat. He was a patient man; he would figure your game out eventually.
Your heart raced as you sent the message off to Urahara. He had read receipts on, so you kept your phone glued to you as you waited for his response.
Why does it matter if he responds or not? I can’t change tomorrow.
But you felt strange, you quickly grabbed your phone and reiterated that the weekend was still on and reminded him to send you a recipe. You saw he read the message, but gave no response. Sighing, you leaned into your seat. It’s fine. It’ll be fine. There’s nothing going on.
Director Ukitake was a kind and generous man. He wanted to keep morale up in the company and occasionally treated units to luncheons. Sometimes they were catered if it was a larger unit, but a smaller division like your own would often be treated to the private section of a restaurant. And today was no exception.
You mingled with your colleagues as you saw in the corner of your eye Rukia talking with Kaien Shiba and Director Ukitake. The three of them seemed closer than you remembered, but you were proud of her. You knew Rukia worked hard to make a name for herself rather than relying on her brother-in-law’s connections. And it seemed that Director Ukitake and Shiba-san recognized her effort too with the way the three of them chatted away about proposals and projects coming.
You, on the other hand, felt slightly removed today. For some reason, you felt like you were miles away from everyone. Your mind wandered to what Urahara-san was doing. I hope he’s having a proper meal. You thought.
It was then your phone chimed, and you saw a reply from him. It was a link to a recipe for chicken and vegetable curry with udon. You couldn’t help but smile at your phone and send a reply, “this will work great! Bring some Tupperware” as you ended the text with a smile emoji.
Again, no response, but you saw the notification that he read your message. You felt a bit sad, but it wasn’t until Hanatarou waved his hand over your phone, that made you aware that you needed to get back to reality.
“Sorry, my brain’s been everywhere but here today.” You smiled sheepishly to Hanatarou.
“It’s alright, I hope it was something good! You seemed a bit sad today.”
You felt guilty for making Hanatarou worry, “no, I’m totally fine. Sometimes you just wake up on the wrong side of the bed, you know?” You laughed it off, trying to show him that you were ok. “Besides, it’s hard to be mad with food this good.”
Hanatarou chuckled, nodding his head in agreement as he watched you bite into your meal.
Maybe it was a good thing, but for the rest of the week, work had been more demanding than normal as of late. Your brain and thoughts were too preoccupied with incoming projects and deliverables, so you didn’t have time to dwell on Urahara-san.
But at the same time, it did hurt a tiny bit that he also didn’t text you either. Yet you tried to remind yourself that there was nothing more from this. He was just an acquaintance, a work friend at best. The two of you got along great, but an hour of conversation, with an occasional 15 minute coffee break, wasn’t really anything special. You kept reminding yourself there was nothing more and nothing less. You were doing him a service by teaching him how to cook… not to get your hopes up.
The debate between your mind and work and your feelings left you feeling exhausted. When the weekend rolled in, all you wanted to do was sleep and relax, completely forgetting that you didn’t tell what time Urahara-san could come by today.
You jolted awake and scrambled for your phone. “It’s been a busy week, but I hope you can still make it!” You texted him, followed by your address. “Let me know how much I owe you for groceries.”
You immediately noticed that he read the message, and just as quickly, he replied with “don’t worry about it.”
Your heart fluttered as you began to clean your home. Should you get drinks? A dessert? Your stomach was in knots at the thought of Urahara-san in your home. You felt jumpy at the slightest of sounds, from the hands ticking away at your clock, to the low humming buzz of your kitchen lights.
I need to relax. There’s nothing to worry or be anxious about. You told yourself repeatedly. You sipped some water when your phone beeped; Urahara had entered your buzzer code.
You felt your heart thump loudly in your ears as you waited for him. You splashed cold water on your face as you tried to relax. You looked over your counter and made sure knives and bowls were ready to prep food, and your stock pot was on the stove ready to be used.
You jolted again at the quick raps at your door. Peeking through the eyehole, you confirmed it was Urahara. You couldn’t help but laugh, was he wearing a bucket hat?
You opened the door and greeted him, surprised by his outfit of choice, a dark green shirt with grey sweats, with a large tote filled with groceries. “Green is a lovely colour on you.” You smiled at him, “I like your hat too!”
“Oh this ol’ thing? Had it for a long time now and it hasn’t let me down yet.” Kisuke chuckled, taking his hat off. “Thanks again for having me.” He smiled at you.
“Of course, it’s my pleasure.” You smiled politely. “Why don’t I take the groceries from you?”
“It’s fine, just lead me the way.” Urahara said as he motioned you forward.
Your kitchen was only a few steps away from your entryway, and as Kisuke placed the groceries on the table, you felt your cheeks warm realizing how large he was in comparison to your small kitchen.
Has he always been this big? You felt flustered, as he washed his hands. You noticed immediately the way his shoulders rolled under his shirt, and the muscles in his arms slightly flexing.
“Why don’t we get started then?” You asked, as you took out the contents of the tote.
“Tell me what to do and we’ll be done in no time.” Kisuke replied, giving you a smirk. You felt your cheeks grow even hotter.
“I think we should cut and marinate the chicken.” You stammered, avoiding his gaze, “everything else will be pretty easy afterwards.” Kisuke nodded. You ushered him to your cutting board as he took out the packaged chicken.
You stood next to him as he began to cut the chicken into bite-sized pieces. You were impressed by his knife skills.
“Are you sure you don’t know how to cook?” You remarked, as you watched him easily debone the chicken leg. “Your knife skills are impeccable.”
Kisuke shrugged his shoulders, “I’ve learned some surgical skills in my line of work.” As he quickly nicked a tendon off a joint, “I guess it’s a type of applied learning?” He tried to joke. But you didn’t laugh. It caught him off guard at how intensely you were watching his hands.
Next you instructed him to peel the potatoes, onions and carrots. The potatoes and carrots were done in relatively no time, but the onions were another story. You weren’t even the one cutting them, yet your eyes watered immediately. But Kisuke was unphased, as he sliced them away.
“What is your secret?” You asked, as you patted your eyes dry.
“My secret? For the onions?” He teased, “aren’t you the teacher? You’re supposed to be giving me tips.” He chuckled, finding it cute when you pouted at him.
“Fine, keep your secrets. I’ll find my own way.” You huffed.
With all the ingredients prepped and ready, you brought Kisuke to the stove and instructed him to turn on the heat to a particular setting. You explained the process and steps needed now, and how quickly it’ll come together. He nodded along, slightly hovering his hand over the pot to feel its heat. Once he thought it was ready, he put the chicken in to sear.
You were calm and patient with him, as he asked questions about certain steps. You were, to his surprise, not flirting with him, not teasing, or trying to seduce him. You were yourself and… he was enjoying it. He loved the way your eyes would look as you calmly explained a cooking technique to him, or why certain ingredients go in at certain times. Your patience was another surprise for him. He was certain the questions he asked would annoy you, but you took them in stride.
“Are you sure you don’t have a boyfriend?” Urahara teased, knowing full well you don’t after he researched you. “I’m sure you’d cook for him like this.”
Your cheeks felt warm again, “no…” you whispered, as you watched him sauté the vegetables. “I would like to though if I had one.” Urahara’s eyes perked up, but he remained collected.
“Well, more for me then.” He laughed, trying to put you at ease.
“I’m surprised you didn’t ask your partner to teach you, Urahara-san.” You replied, gaining the courage to look at him.
Without missing a beat, Kisuke responded with a chuckle. “I don’t have one.” He opened the curry roux box and broke in some pieces as you told him to, “lucky us, right?”
You were surprised by this. Why isn’t someone like him in a relationship? But before you could dwell on the thought further, you instructed him to slowly pour in the chicken stock. Soon your kitchen began to smell of fragrant spices of Japanese curry. Your mouth beginning to water at the thought of dinner soon to come.
“Good job, Urahara-san!” You smiled at him, then placed the lid over the pot. “We can let this simmer away.”
“You can call me Kisuke.” He replied, giving you a slight smile. “I’m in your home, no need for honorifics.” He grinned.
“Oh…” your cheeks might as well be sore with how flushed they were becoming, “if you insist!” You nervously chuckled, “why don’t I make us the udon and a simple salad while you have a seat?”
“Actually, if you could just tell me where the bathroom is, that would be great.”
You turned him around to your hallway and pointed him in its general direction. Kisuke nodded and took off, leaving you with your thoughts for the time being.
Ok, that wasn’t so bad! You realized.
While you were lost in thought, cutting vegetables for the side salad, Kisuke snuck into your bedroom.
It was wrong of him to be here, but he was curious. He was also never one to deny himself from his curiosity. He inspected your room and looked at what held your interests. He already took note of what books lined your shelves and what artwork was placed in your cozy home. Little things that would tell him more about you. He saw on your bed was a laptop. Exactly what he was looking for. He inserted a flash stick into its port and turned on the computer. Maybe your computer would tell him more.
Once his flash drive had run through the code, allowing him remote access on his end, he turned it off and placed it back on your bed. He took another look around your room, a thoughtful look on his face as he inspected everything.
Kisuke already thought you were a curious woman. A woman with many interests judging by the books and art pieces you collected. He looked at your vanity and saw different skincare products laid across, with dainty pieces of jewelry in a small dish.
A dark part of him also wanted to find something else. He pulled a drawer and saw your underwear neatly arranged. An assortment of panties, briefs and thongs. Kisuke couldn’t help but smile at the thought of you in nothing but a thong in the kitchen waiting for him.
Speaking of which, he knew he had to return before you went to get him.
Kisuke made his way back to your kitchen, watching your back as you stirred the pot. He wondered what you were thinking about as you stood there. He crept behind you quietly, before wrapping his arms around you, “it smells delicious.” He whispers into your ear.
You jolt immediately, deeper into his embrace. You were completely caught off guard by his presence, “I didn’t noti—”
With the way your head was angled to look up to him, Kisuke took his chance and pressed his lips against you. Your eyes widened in shock before he pulled away. “My cooking can’t be that bad!” He laughed, seeing the expression on your face before grabbing your wooden spoon out of your hand. He stirred the pot as you reeled in disbelief over what had happened, brushing your fingers across your lips. “And I see you already made the udon and salad.” Kisuke nodded his head approvingly, “thank you.”
You nodded your head, unsure of what to say.
“Why don’t you sit?” Kisuke asked, “these are the bowls we’ll be using, right?” Again, you nodded.
Kisuke prepared your bowl first, placing it right in front of you. He sat next to you at your small table, waiting for you to take the first bite.
You hesitantly picked up a piece of chicken with your chopsticks, blowing off the residual steam from it. You still were unsure of what to say, maybe food in my mouth will make this less awkward. You immediately shoved it into your mouth and your eyes went wide.
“This is delicious! You did a wonderful job” You exclaimed, as you went for another piece.
“Well, I had an amazing teacher.” Kisuke smiled, placing his hand on your thigh. You didn’t recoil at the touch, but your body felt a bit tense.
What should I do? You wondered, trying to understand what was happening. You hesitantly placed your hand on top of his, giving it a squeeze. “Or maybe you’re just an excellent student.”
“My teachers and professors would beg to differ, but I’ll accept your compliment nonetheless.” He chuckled, before eating his share.
The two of you ate in silence. You were too preoccupied with what had happened, and Kisuke was enjoying the look on your face.
“Ura—I mean Kisuke” you murmured, placing your chopsticks into your empty bowl, “why did you do that?”
“Do what?” He smiled.
You stared at him, disbelief washing over your face as your mind began to race even faster. “You kissed me!”
“And?”
“Why?”
“Why not?” He laughed.
“I – we’re not dating”
“So let’s date. I want to keep kissing you.” Kisuke teased, leaning into you.
Your face felt hot once again, “how about we have dessert” you tried to quickly get out of your seat. “I have some ice cream in my fre—”
“I brought a dessert for us to share actually.” Kisuke smiled, going back to his nearly empty tote. “I bought this chocolate cake for us to share.” You were shocked to see the bakery’s name, it was a fairly expensive and highly coveted store that sold limited pastries.
“I always wanted to try one of their cakes!” You remarked.
“Then let’s dig in.” Kisuke smiled, already knowing where you kept your forks. Kisuke opened the box and cut a piece of the cake with his fork, before putting it to your face, “you should have the first bite.”
You were embarrassed but opened your mouth as you ate the piece of cake. Your eyes widened at the rich flavour of the chocolate, and the moist layers of cake.
“It’s that good?” Kisuke smirked, enjoying your reaction. You nodded your head and took a forkful for him, placing it by his mouth.
He closed his eyes and leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the utensil. You couldn’t look away, but felt dirty at what you had just seen. Flustered, you put the fork down, but saw that Kisuke had a smudge of icing near his mouth.
“Oh you got some on you,” you murmured, and out of habit, you reached towards him to wipe it away. But as soon as you held up your hand, Kisuke pulled you into his lap, causing you to shriek… except that it was muffled, with his lips on you once again.
Kisuke’s grip around your hips was firm, as you stilled in his lap. You didn’t know what to do, as you clung on to Kisuke as he pressed his lips against yours. You felt his tongue swipe at your mouth, causing you to gently open your mouth. You tasted the chocolate off his lips, before you pulled away. You took deep breaths as you saw Kisuke’s cheeks grow a tint of pink.
You licked your lips, unsure of what the feeling was coursing through your body. The only thing you knew was that you wanted more. With a jolt of courage, you placed your lips gently on Kisuke’s. Your thoughts were racing, but you didn’t care.
You felt wanted. With Kisuke’s warm hand slipping under your shirt, you also felt needed, and you were just as needy. You pulled away from him to catch your breath. Kisuke’s grey eyes were transfixed on you, staring directly at you with such intensity you had never seen before.
It scared you. And your anxiety crawled its way back into your brain, as you got off his lap.
Laughing nervously, “well this was fun!” You immediately went to grab the bowls and utensils and place them in your sink. “I’ll pack the rest for you to take home.”
Kisuke narrowed his eyes, watching your demeanour shift. You weren’t exactly cold with him, but he sensed a wall that no amount of kissing or flirting would break.
“I’ll help,” Kisuke calmly said, as he went to wash the dishes. “It’s the least I can do.”
“No, you’ve done plenty!” You exclaim, “I can’t make a guest do the dishes.” As you tried to pull him away from the sink, but he was surprisingly strong and sturdy.
Kisuke chuckled as he steady your body, “it’s fine.” He gave a quick peck on your forehead, your face heating up once again, “you having to pack the food away is more than enough.”
“Ok…” you sighed, resigning to portion out the rest of the food.
You ensured Kisuke had everything he brought back in his tote, making sure he didn’t forget anything.
“Thank you for the cake and company tonight.” You murmured, avoiding his gaze.
“And thank you for teaching me how to make curry udon.” Kisuke smiled, “hopefully we can do this again?”
You nodded your head.
“I’ll see ya at work tomorrow then.” Kisuke grinned, his bucket hat covering his eyes, leaving you unsure of what look he was giving you. The two of you waved each other off as he departed down your elevator.
Locking your door, you slumped.
You were so exhausted, and now you had to deal with work tomorrow! At least you didn’t need to worry about lunch.
Thank you for reading!! I want to thank @worldsetfree for beta'ing this chapter for me. The smut is coming soon!!
Food for Thought - Chapter 1: Blini with caviar and crème fraiche
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
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.
Read on AO3 here.
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!
hmmm how Shinji is gonna cheer Kisuke up
TW: smut, we all know Kisuke a freak :P
Kisuke's shy s/o who he'd been pleading with to sit on his face for some time now, you thought tonight may be the the night that you've worked up enough courage to agree to it.
"Kisuke?" You approached him timidly.
"Hm?" He was only half paying attention, busy at work on something in his shop.
Here it goes. Fear caught the words in your throat, but you forced it down, swallowing hard. "Would you want to try that thing you've been mentioning?" Hesitation, and then, "you know, sit - sitting on your face?"
At the sound of that, he perked up, nearly letting what he was doing clatter to the ground. After almost dropping a handful of gadgets, he carelessly tossed them aside, turning his body square with yours. "Right now? You're serious?"
You took a step back. "If you're too busy-"
He grabbed your waist, pulling you back in. "Never too busy for you, sweet cheeks." He grinned. "Especially if it's for that. I'm just a little surprised. What made you finally come around to the idea?" He was swaying you in his hold, his tone flirtatious, setting butterflies loose in your stomach (and pussy).
You shrugged. "It makes me nervous, but I want to try it. I can't be a scaredy cat forever, can I?"
"Cutie," Kisuke mused, dipping his head to nuzzle his nose against yours, his hat poking your head. He took it off and held it to his chest earnestly. "You have nothing to fear. I'm gonna make it worth your while. You know I will, yeah?"
"Mhm." You nodded, reminiscing on your previous escapades with him. He never fell short of satisfying you, that's for sure. You simply worried you weren't going to be enough for him. Or too much.
But to be so insecure with your goofy, eccentric, open-minded boyfriend, it was nonsense. You weren't going to let it dictate your experiences, especially when there were so many delicious ones to be had.
"Let's quit wasting time hangin' around here then." He whisked you inside, headed for the bedroom, unable to contain his eagerness.
This wasn't your first tango with Kisuke. You comfortably got undressed with him, ending up bare in his lap, drooling into his mouth at the feeling of your flesh against his, your curves soft amongst his chiseled figure. Everything was going fine, and you were dripping without even needing him to touch you down there. Everything was going fine until he was pulling away from your lips and laying back, getting into position.
Your mind immediately started to conjure worst case scenarios; suffocating him, injuring his neck, anything and everything that absolutely wouldn't happened but that still held so much power over you. It made you want to back out, to change your mind. Seeing him look up at you with that lazy smile that was so different from the panic settling into your features, panic that was quickly dissolving your pleasure, made you climb out of his lap and kneel at his side, covering your chest.
"Uh oh." He raised his eyebrows. "What's going on?"
"You're sure it won't be too much?" You fretted, arms curling tighter around yourself. "I won't be too heavy?"
"Don't worry about me." He laid a hand on your thigh, giving it an affectionate squeeze. "I think I'm definitely more excited for this than you are," he chuckled, gesturing to his hardening cock.
It was enough to make you giggle for a moment, but as soon as you were looking back at his handsome face, worrying about being on top of it, you couldn't budge.
"I can handle it just fine, angel," he continued to talk you down from your anxiety gently, though you could sense his patience was running thin with the way he groped your thigh. "Don't look so worried. Just relax and enjoy it. Can you do that for me?"
You sighed, too quiet for him to hear. "I'll do my best."
"As will I. I don't think you'll have an issue once we get into it." He smirked suggestively.
You still didn't move, brows crinkled and mouth pulled into a frown.
In his expectant stare, you could see the gears turning in his head. Kisuke thought back to the first few times you laid with him, how you were just as shy and reluctant. He'd gotten you out of your comfort zone before, and he could do it again. "Want me to get the lights?"
You nodded eagerly. A little darkness could definitely help. That way you wouldn't have to see clearly how vulgar your thighs looked around his head.
"You got it, pretty." He shot up and gave you a rushed kiss on the cheek before bouncing off of the bed, hitting the lights and plunging the room into darkness, nothing but the moonlight to guide the way.
You dropped your arms back to your sides, breathing a little easier as Kisuke got back into bed, resuming his position. There was a peacefulness, a safety that came with the darkness at a time like this. Your racing heart was slowing. You climbed back over him, straddling his lap, stealing some more kisses before it came time to place another pair of lips on his.
He was groaning impatiently, trying to keep his hips down from grinding up into yours. You lifted your head and started to crawl upwards, attempting to smoothly transition into the deed. You dared a glimpse down at Kisuke, who was smiling like a kid in a candy store.
"Ready?" You giggled at him.
"So fucking ready baby." He snaked his hands around your thighs.
You inhaled sharply, closing the distance and lowering yourself down.
You hadn't put your full weight down yet. His nuzzling into you from below, warm, wet tongue delving into your folds, was a shocking jolt to your system. You gasped and twitched, subconsciously lifting away slightly, running from his tongue.
"All the way down," he ordered from beneath you, his deep voice vibrating through your core.
"But-!"
His fingers dug into your thighs, a silent warning. He wasn't a punishing lover by any means, but he made it known that he didn't like to be disobeyed.
You worried for him, but orders were orders. You sank down, finally fully sitting on his face. He hummed contentedly below you, going back to making out with your soaking cunt.
Your nerves were quickly replaced by your pleasure, and sitting atop him now, it felt silly to ever be afraid of doing such a thing. This was Kisuke. Where you were now felt like where you were always meant to be with him. You had thought it unnatural, but with his tongue diving in and out of you, you felt closer to nature than ever, an animalistic desire springing to life from within.
He devoured you with that same wild energy, a predator sucking the life from its prey. Your whimpers and pants fueled him to suck your clit and tongue-fuck you hungrily. It was his personal heaven to have you on top, but still his little plaything, making a mess on his face, but still a mess yourself, losing control when you normally held onto such a thing with a vise grip. He liked to be able to take care of you in this way. It was everything he imagined and more.
Your own mind was blown, waves of pleasure racking through your body. Without meaning to, you caught yourself rolling your hips against his face, stopping and stilling out of decency. But Kisuke didn't want you to be decent. He was blindly fumbling for your hip, pulling on you to encourage you to keep riding his face, to use him to seek out your own pleasure. With his permission, you continued to hump his mouth, white-knuckling the headboard for support. He was humming and groaning against you, sending new waves scattering through your torso.
Your thighs were trembling around his head, upper body falling forward as you struggled to keep upright. The longer he relentlessly carried on, the more desperate you became, tugging on his blonde locks, dragging your slick against his lips with fervor. He never once let up, even as you drenched the entirety of his mouth, chin, his stubble, everywhere. If he was struggling, he didn't let it show in the slightest, taking it like a man.
Heat and pressure churned in your abdomen, making you sweat and taking the sense out of you. You had been reborn, an entirely different person from the one you were earlier. The shy girl had been replaced by one who was crying loudly and shamelessly, fucking her boyfriend's face with a longing to cum. It made Kisuke's own private area twitch, his tip swollen and leaky, imagining the feel of your sopping cunt around it. His hips were lifting on their own accord, flinching each time you sobbed out a moan. It was agony and ecstasy at the same time, feeling your pussy throb against his tongue, hearing you approaching your climax, but denying his cock the experience.
Your body shuddered and weakened with your orgasm, arms hanging like jelly against the headboard. So as not to suffocate him completely by falling over him, you dismounted from your position atop his head, unceremoniously collapsing at his side with a mess between your legs. His face was even worse, glistening with your essence as he gasped for air, but he was smiling stupidly, triumphantly, drunk off of your pussy.
"My cutie scaredy cat," he said huskily with labored breaths. "You did so good."
You melted at his praise, snuggling into him and whining shyly into his neck. "Felt so good, Kisuke," you mumbled. "Thank you for taking such good care of me. It wasn't too difficult for you?"
"Difficult? You kiddin' me?" He chuckled smugly. "That's my new happy place, so I hope you're not pretending that you enjoyed it. We'll be having a lot more of that now that you're acquainted with it."
"Oh, I think I'm more than acquainted." You laughed elatedly. "Maybe next time I'll let you leave the lights on."
"Good. Want to get a good view of my pretty lady and her pretty pussy." He winked.
The way he said it with such casualness, it made you want to give him that view right now. Your eyes drifted down to his dick, still somewhat hard and neglected.
"Have energy for round two?" You were surprised to hear yourself say. It was your pussy talking for sure. "I can turn the lights on and get back on top," you suggested. "But this time, I can give you some help with that." You nodded towards his length.
Kisuke easily picked up what you were putting down, eyes widening, he couldn't be more excited that he was going to have you sitting on his face twice in one night and once in the 69 position. He groaned and cursed under his breath. "You're killin' me. Of course I've got energy for round two. Just don't be surprised if I cum quick. He's been through a lot already." He gestured between his thighs.
"We can make it a fun little game." You grinned deviously. "Who can make the other cum first?"
"Oh, you're on, sweets. You'd better be careful what you wish for, though."
TW: FLASHES
my legs are wide open
some doodles i did yesterday!!
Urahara Kisuke, at ur service
I like that hatman a lot, very cool, very cool
Also I can't stop drawing portraits lmaooo