What She Needs
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Adult ++
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13
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Hey guys, I'm just trying my hand at some more het with some different pairings. I hope you like it.
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Nanao shook her head trying to focus on the textbook that lay open on her desk but minute beads of sweat trickled down her back, sliding slowly between her breasts. She blinked rapidly trying to clear her head. Her heart was thumping in her chest and her nipples perked up beneath her uniform.
Damn it she shook her head again forcing herself to read the technical passage only to find herself rereading it again. Sighing deeply she tried another tactic as the late afternoon light fell over her desk in the 8th Division office, casting her face in a warm golden glow from the setting sun.
I am a lieutenant! Damn it! I can focus...focus...focus but instead of seeing the complex kido patterns in the book, she saw the defined muscles in a strong back… a man, any man, the veins prominent on his forearms, his hard legs and thighs. Nanao shivered lightly as her imagination ran away with her.
He continued closer towards her, his arms reaching forward to grab her roughly. He yanked her close, pressing her forcibly against his hard body as his strong hands held her tightly, controlling her. He bent down to lick a long, wet teasing line up her neck before biting her harshly. His black hair skimming her heated skin, Nanao gasped breathlessly as his harsh handling caused her body to tremble and throb with need…
……………………………….....Na…..nao-……….c..han
……………..N……ana…..o-ch……..an
…….Nana……o-ch……..an
Nan……….ao-chan
“Nanao-chan”
Nanao jerked around, her eyes wide with surprise as her captain stood by the office door leaning there casually as he called for her attention.
“I’m so sorry! Kyoraku-taicho! I was…..um….distracted” she apologized as more droplets of sweat rolled down over the swells of her breasts, slowly underneath the warm weight of her uniform.
“Oh? Distracted by what?” The charming captain asked her as he noticed her flustered face, chiefly the light dusting of pink over her nose.
“N….no…thing” she stuttered embarrassed, unused to being caught with such things on her mind. He approached her, his handsome masculinity captured her attention far more surely then she had been prepared for.
“I was just trying to study these kido techniques.” She forced herself to answer brusquely as she normally did, masking her nervous desires that seemed to slip her control. She wasn’t innocent to her needs but she knew almost as clearly as she knew kido that to approach her womanizing captain for what she wanted could and probably would have devastating effects on their relationship and most likely her own emotions.
She admitted her admiration and extreme loyalty to her captain but neither emotion blinded her from the facts. Her captain liked women but shied away from commitment what’s more he liked gentle, sweet love making and she didn’t. Her own desires were more violent and rough. She didn’t like making love, she liked to fuck which made her possibly a polar opposite to her captain and his gentleness.
Would it be nice with him, of course it would, but he could not give her what she needed, the domination, the control, the rough harshness of a fuck, Nanao sighed as she stood up. Closing her book, she nodded at her captain and left the room. She knew what she need and she knew who could give it to her and keep quiet about it.
There were of course many men in Soul Society and Rukongai who could assuage her desires, satisfy her needs but most of them would tell everyone they knew of and more that they had scored a lieutenant. No, there was only one man she knew of who could take her to the edge and not proclaim it to the world.
He was known to love sex with any woman but he was generally thought to be rough and large so most women couldn’t handle him but she could, she knew his reputation. It was no serious secret, it was usually just passed around in the female circles of Soul Society. Most women avoided him anyway for his reputed brutality, they never gave him a chance.
But after so long being alone, Nanao thought again of Zaraki Kenpachi. Could she approach him now? Could she ask him for what she needed? Would he give it to her? Shaking her head she grimaced as she realized she didn’t have the nerve.
Wandering from the office, the pretty brunette headed to her room, then a bath. It was rare that she got off so early but Soul Society was quiet, for now, the paperwork was light so she had finished it quickly leaving her time to try for Bankai or anything else she wanted to do.
Lieutenants, when appointed as such received a private room and a separate bathhouse. The female lieutenants had their own baths same for the guys. Only captains had the option for private ones, out of all of them, she knew of only three who had actually employed one. She knew Ukitake had one, and Byakuya and she was almost sure of the Captian General but most everyone used the bath houses. Since there were so few women lieutenants it was rare for it to ever have more then one person at a time in there.
Grabbing her toiletries, Nanao made her way out of the 8th Division barracks towards the Lieutenants bathhouse, trying judiciously to avoid any and all thoughts about strong, demanding men. But unfortunately Soul Society seemed to be full of them.
~*~
Shunsui Kyoraku, Captain of the 8th Division in the Gotei 13 was still standing in the office leaning against the doorway. Deep in thought, he wondered when was the last time he had seen even a hint of a blush on his pretty lieutenant’s face. Try as he might he just couldn’t remember a time when she had blushed before. So why in all of Soul Society would she be blushing in the office over a Kido manual?
What were you thinking Nanao-chan? He wondered curiously, the blush hadn’t been extreme, just a light pink flush but it was enough to pique his interest. Slowly he stood up from his slump as he walked back out the door.
Ma Nanao-chan I’ll just have to figure out what made you blush so.
~*~
Nanao sighed as warm water poured over her body, the heated droplets running over her skin, trickling over her shoulders to drip lightly off her hard nipples, she breathed a little heavier as she surrendered her mind over to her fantasies, steam filling the soft yellow tiled shower room.
He held her hard against his mouth firm at her neck, one hand running down her flank to grab her hip hard, leaving marks before sliding down to knead the soft curve of her butt with commanding caresses. His mouth and hands forced her against him, his lips hot along her neck
Shaking her head she focused on the shower wall. It was useless, the images in her head just filled her with need, with a more potent desire that she could not fulfill. How many years had she denied herself, for how long had she taken pleasure with her hands, a hollow fulfillment, simply a means to an end.
She couldn’t do it again, not for another day nor another week. She needed, a need of pent up desires, a need of years of nothing. Reaching a hand shakily towards the soap she washed her body as butterflies began to group in her belly She would approach him tonight, she would ask him. She had to or she might just lose her mind.
Her hands trembled as she washed the suds off her body, little zings of pleasure rippling through her when her hands passed over her breasts. She wore her uniform a size larger so her body remained mostly a mystery to others unlike Matsumoto who wore hers tight and revealing. Nanao’s body was lean and fit, her hips were curvy and her breasts while nowhere near the size of Matsumoto’s were nonetheless large enough to attract attention if she wore her uniform tighter.
She hoped they were large enough to entice him, hoped she was attractive enough to give him pleasure as well. Drying off she dressed and returned to her room in the dying light of the afternoon. Donning a uniform that was much smaller she tugged it to reveal her cleavage and a little of the gentle swells of her breasts. She moved the uniform enough to look like it was accidentally opened. Fluffing her hair around her shoulders she didn’t notice the interested eyes that watched her.
He watched her with gentle curiosity as she tugged and maneuvered the uniform again, trying to adjust it. He followed the movements of her hands as she played with her hair, saw her pull it up and fix her bangs before releasing it to fall around her shoulders. His eyes widened as she dropped the opening of her uniform so that it hung down passed her shoulders, revealing the top curves of her full breasts as she gazed sultrily at the mirror before shaking her head and pulling the sleeves back up to cover her shoulders. She fussed and fussed with it until she had exposed a slight amount of cleavage and had clipped her hair back up letting the bangs hang in her face instead of usually being tucked back behind her ear. Running her hand through it she let it fall over her right eye sexily before lightly applying some gloss to make her lips look larger and wetter.
He watched her with wide eyes as she tried to look attractive. For what? Who are you trying to attract Nanao-chan?
Kyoraku wondered as she sighed heavily muttering about how she wanted bigger breasts to herself, hefting her own in her hands she pushed them up eyeing them in the mirror as Shunsui almost tumbled backwards, falling off his perch. She bent forward bracing her hands on the table before the mirror, arching her back forward, she pushed her chest out giving herself a heated look in the mirror, lowering her eyelids and parting her lips slightly. Just passed the mirror, he watched her through the window, unnoticed as he sat hidden in a large tree.
Her pose and face sent a thrill through his own body as if she was looking at him with those eyes, those eyes begging with desire. Watching her, he saw her eye herself in the mirror and check the time.
~*~
An angular figure crept through the shadowy alleys of Soul Society, his strange eyes intense and eerie, glittering madly. He slunk through the empty street corridors, jerkily creeping as a rattling sound trailed him, broken chains dragging, hanging from the rusted shackles that hung on his sickly thin wrists. He moved closer to 4th Division. His very presence filled the air with a crackling unease that made birds and animals shy away from his disturbed aura.
His stiff, jerking motions were contorted and long in the shadows of the buildings. His wide eyes focused, closer…
and closer to the 4th Division…
~*~
Biting her lip between her teeth, Nanao took one last look at herself nervously before turning the light and walking out. Taking to the rooftops she was too wrapped up in her head to notice the slight distortions in the air behind her as her captain tracked her, curiosity driving him.
She ran as butterflies fluttered through her stomach, and nerves tingled in her neck. Thousands of what ifs running through her mind even as she approached the 11th Division barracks. As she ran she didn’t notice the gentle fluttering of a Hell Butterfly as it ghosted down behind her, around the hidden Shunsui Kyoraku summoning him to 1st Division.
Cursing internally, he gave Nanao one last lingering look before turning on his heel to address whatever Yama-ji wanted. If the old man didn’t get a response or an adequate excuse quickly he usually sent Chojiro-fukutaicho after him. Those old geezers always made a scene no matter what.
Masking herself, the brunette lieutenant leapt over the wall passed the gates to land soundlessly within the Barracks of the 11th Division. Swallowing passed her racing heart, she moved towards the Captain’s House feeling his heavy reiatsu caress her even as he contained it.
Standing in front of the darkened doorway she began to doubt herself.
This is so stupid
He’s probably asleep
I can’t do this
What if he laughs
What if he throws me out
What if he tells my captain……baka he won’t tell, when does he tell anything?
But I just…..I can…….I can……I can’t….. do this
~*~
Slinking down around 4th Division, he snuck close to the main office, holding his chains silently in his spidery hands. His body twitching past it, completely hidden in the darkness, his wide, angular eyes peered into the softly lit room of the 4th Division’s lieutenant Isane Kotetsu. The tall, willowy woman stood near her closet as she slowly stripped. Dropping her dirty uniform, she sighed happily unaware of the intense, insane eyes that trailed along her body. Taking in her full breasts, his hands shuddered to caress them, to squeeze them, to watch blood dripped off her nipples. He ached to crush her perky breasts, to cut them. I WilL….hAVe YoU…he commanded as he watched her, his eyes narrowing when she slipped on her sleeping robes hiding her lean figure from his view.
…i…wIlL……Have…..yOU BenEATh mE MoanIng EveN AS I SlicE You uP…..
~*~
She didn’t know how long she stood there, how long she debated with herself, how long she tried to work up the nerve. But eventually Nanao sighed heavily, turning to leave desire, nervousness and disappointment pooling into her belly, she was just about to leapt away when a figure stepped up behind her.
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Nanao shook her head trying to focus on the textbook that lay open on her desk but minute beads of sweat trickled down her back, sliding slowly between her breasts. She blinked rapidly trying to clear her head. Her heart was thumping in her chest and her nipples perked up beneath her uniform.
Damn it she shook her head again forcing herself to read the technical passage only to find herself rereading it again. Sighing deeply she tried another tactic as the late afternoon light fell over her desk in the 8th Division office, casting her face in a warm golden glow from the setting sun.
I am a lieutenant! Damn it! I can focus...focus...focus but instead of seeing the complex kido patterns in the book, she saw the defined muscles in a strong back… a man, any man, the veins prominent on his forearms, his hard legs and thighs. Nanao shivered lightly as her imagination ran away with her.
He continued closer towards her, his arms reaching forward to grab her roughly. He yanked her close, pressing her forcibly against his hard body as his strong hands held her tightly, controlling her. He bent down to lick a long, wet teasing line up her neck before biting her harshly. His black hair skimming her heated skin, Nanao gasped breathlessly as his harsh handling caused her body to tremble and throb with need…
……………………………….....Na…..nao-……….c..han
……………..N……ana…..o-ch……..an
…….Nana……o-ch……..an
Nan……….ao-chan
“Nanao-chan”
Nanao jerked around, her eyes wide with surprise as her captain stood by the office door leaning there casually as he called for her attention.
“I’m so sorry! Kyoraku-taicho! I was…..um….distracted” she apologized as more droplets of sweat rolled down over the swells of her breasts, slowly underneath the warm weight of her uniform.
“Oh? Distracted by what?” The charming captain asked her as he noticed her flustered face, chiefly the light dusting of pink over her nose.
“N….no…thing” she stuttered embarrassed, unused to being caught with such things on her mind. He approached her, his handsome masculinity captured her attention far more surely then she had been prepared for.
“I was just trying to study these kido techniques.” She forced herself to answer brusquely as she normally did, masking her nervous desires that seemed to slip her control. She wasn’t innocent to her needs but she knew almost as clearly as she knew kido that to approach her womanizing captain for what she wanted could and probably would have devastating effects on their relationship and most likely her own emotions.
She admitted her admiration and extreme loyalty to her captain but neither emotion blinded her from the facts. Her captain liked women but shied away from commitment what’s more he liked gentle, sweet love making and she didn’t. Her own desires were more violent and rough. She didn’t like making love, she liked to fuck which made her possibly a polar opposite to her captain and his gentleness.
Would it be nice with him, of course it would, but he could not give her what she needed, the domination, the control, the rough harshness of a fuck, Nanao sighed as she stood up. Closing her book, she nodded at her captain and left the room. She knew what she need and she knew who could give it to her and keep quiet about it.
There were of course many men in Soul Society and Rukongai who could assuage her desires, satisfy her needs but most of them would tell everyone they knew of and more that they had scored a lieutenant. No, there was only one man she knew of who could take her to the edge and not proclaim it to the world.
He was known to love sex with any woman but he was generally thought to be rough and large so most women couldn’t handle him but she could, she knew his reputation. It was no serious secret, it was usually just passed around in the female circles of Soul Society. Most women avoided him anyway for his reputed brutality, they never gave him a chance.
But after so long being alone, Nanao thought again of Zaraki Kenpachi. Could she approach him now? Could she ask him for what she needed? Would he give it to her? Shaking her head she grimaced as she realized she didn’t have the nerve.
Wandering from the office, the pretty brunette headed to her room, then a bath. It was rare that she got off so early but Soul Society was quiet, for now, the paperwork was light so she had finished it quickly leaving her time to try for Bankai or anything else she wanted to do.
Lieutenants, when appointed as such received a private room and a separate bathhouse. The female lieutenants had their own baths same for the guys. Only captains had the option for private ones, out of all of them, she knew of only three who had actually employed one. She knew Ukitake had one, and Byakuya and she was almost sure of the Captian General but most everyone used the bath houses. Since there were so few women lieutenants it was rare for it to ever have more then one person at a time in there.
Grabbing her toiletries, Nanao made her way out of the 8th Division barracks towards the Lieutenants bathhouse, trying judiciously to avoid any and all thoughts about strong, demanding men. But unfortunately Soul Society seemed to be full of them.
~*~
Shunsui Kyoraku, Captain of the 8th Division in the Gotei 13 was still standing in the office leaning against the doorway. Deep in thought, he wondered when was the last time he had seen even a hint of a blush on his pretty lieutenant’s face. Try as he might he just couldn’t remember a time when she had blushed before. So why in all of Soul Society would she be blushing in the office over a Kido manual?
What were you thinking Nanao-chan? He wondered curiously, the blush hadn’t been extreme, just a light pink flush but it was enough to pique his interest. Slowly he stood up from his slump as he walked back out the door.
Ma Nanao-chan I’ll just have to figure out what made you blush so.
~*~
Nanao sighed as warm water poured over her body, the heated droplets running over her skin, trickling over her shoulders to drip lightly off her hard nipples, she breathed a little heavier as she surrendered her mind over to her fantasies, steam filling the soft yellow tiled shower room.
He held her hard against his mouth firm at her neck, one hand running down her flank to grab her hip hard, leaving marks before sliding down to knead the soft curve of her butt with commanding caresses. His mouth and hands forced her against him, his lips hot along her neck
Shaking her head she focused on the shower wall. It was useless, the images in her head just filled her with need, with a more potent desire that she could not fulfill. How many years had she denied herself, for how long had she taken pleasure with her hands, a hollow fulfillment, simply a means to an end.
She couldn’t do it again, not for another day nor another week. She needed, a need of pent up desires, a need of years of nothing. Reaching a hand shakily towards the soap she washed her body as butterflies began to group in her belly She would approach him tonight, she would ask him. She had to or she might just lose her mind.
Her hands trembled as she washed the suds off her body, little zings of pleasure rippling through her when her hands passed over her breasts. She wore her uniform a size larger so her body remained mostly a mystery to others unlike Matsumoto who wore hers tight and revealing. Nanao’s body was lean and fit, her hips were curvy and her breasts while nowhere near the size of Matsumoto’s were nonetheless large enough to attract attention if she wore her uniform tighter.
She hoped they were large enough to entice him, hoped she was attractive enough to give him pleasure as well. Drying off she dressed and returned to her room in the dying light of the afternoon. Donning a uniform that was much smaller she tugged it to reveal her cleavage and a little of the gentle swells of her breasts. She moved the uniform enough to look like it was accidentally opened. Fluffing her hair around her shoulders she didn’t notice the interested eyes that watched her.
He watched her with gentle curiosity as she tugged and maneuvered the uniform again, trying to adjust it. He followed the movements of her hands as she played with her hair, saw her pull it up and fix her bangs before releasing it to fall around her shoulders. His eyes widened as she dropped the opening of her uniform so that it hung down passed her shoulders, revealing the top curves of her full breasts as she gazed sultrily at the mirror before shaking her head and pulling the sleeves back up to cover her shoulders. She fussed and fussed with it until she had exposed a slight amount of cleavage and had clipped her hair back up letting the bangs hang in her face instead of usually being tucked back behind her ear. Running her hand through it she let it fall over her right eye sexily before lightly applying some gloss to make her lips look larger and wetter.
He watched her with wide eyes as she tried to look attractive. For what? Who are you trying to attract Nanao-chan?
Kyoraku wondered as she sighed heavily muttering about how she wanted bigger breasts to herself, hefting her own in her hands she pushed them up eyeing them in the mirror as Shunsui almost tumbled backwards, falling off his perch. She bent forward bracing her hands on the table before the mirror, arching her back forward, she pushed her chest out giving herself a heated look in the mirror, lowering her eyelids and parting her lips slightly. Just passed the mirror, he watched her through the window, unnoticed as he sat hidden in a large tree.
Her pose and face sent a thrill through his own body as if she was looking at him with those eyes, those eyes begging with desire. Watching her, he saw her eye herself in the mirror and check the time.
~*~
An angular figure crept through the shadowy alleys of Soul Society, his strange eyes intense and eerie, glittering madly. He slunk through the empty street corridors, jerkily creeping as a rattling sound trailed him, broken chains dragging, hanging from the rusted shackles that hung on his sickly thin wrists. He moved closer to 4th Division. His very presence filled the air with a crackling unease that made birds and animals shy away from his disturbed aura.
His stiff, jerking motions were contorted and long in the shadows of the buildings. His wide eyes focused, closer…
and closer to the 4th Division…
~*~
Biting her lip between her teeth, Nanao took one last look at herself nervously before turning the light and walking out. Taking to the rooftops she was too wrapped up in her head to notice the slight distortions in the air behind her as her captain tracked her, curiosity driving him.
She ran as butterflies fluttered through her stomach, and nerves tingled in her neck. Thousands of what ifs running through her mind even as she approached the 11th Division barracks. As she ran she didn’t notice the gentle fluttering of a Hell Butterfly as it ghosted down behind her, around the hidden Shunsui Kyoraku summoning him to 1st Division.
Cursing internally, he gave Nanao one last lingering look before turning on his heel to address whatever Yama-ji wanted. If the old man didn’t get a response or an adequate excuse quickly he usually sent Chojiro-fukutaicho after him. Those old geezers always made a scene no matter what.
Masking herself, the brunette lieutenant leapt over the wall passed the gates to land soundlessly within the Barracks of the 11th Division. Swallowing passed her racing heart, she moved towards the Captain’s House feeling his heavy reiatsu caress her even as he contained it.
Standing in front of the darkened doorway she began to doubt herself.
This is so stupid
He’s probably asleep
I can’t do this
What if he laughs
What if he throws me out
What if he tells my captain……baka he won’t tell, when does he tell anything?
But I just…..I can…….I can……I can’t….. do this
~*~
Slinking down around 4th Division, he snuck close to the main office, holding his chains silently in his spidery hands. His body twitching past it, completely hidden in the darkness, his wide, angular eyes peered into the softly lit room of the 4th Division’s lieutenant Isane Kotetsu. The tall, willowy woman stood near her closet as she slowly stripped. Dropping her dirty uniform, she sighed happily unaware of the intense, insane eyes that trailed along her body. Taking in her full breasts, his hands shuddered to caress them, to squeeze them, to watch blood dripped off her nipples. He ached to crush her perky breasts, to cut them. I WilL….hAVe YoU…he commanded as he watched her, his eyes narrowing when she slipped on her sleeping robes hiding her lean figure from his view.
…i…wIlL……Have…..yOU BenEATh mE MoanIng EveN AS I SlicE You uP…..
~*~
She didn’t know how long she stood there, how long she debated with herself, how long she tried to work up the nerve. But eventually Nanao sighed heavily, turning to leave desire, nervousness and disappointment pooling into her belly, she was just about to leapt away when a figure stepped up behind her.
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