Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Urahara's a Hentai ❯ Urahara's a Hentai ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: trixipixi 
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.27.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 841 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.27.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 841 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH or it characters
Future chapters---Mature For Lemon, Lemon and more explicit LEMON Explicit Lemony
goodness. SO You've Been Warned!
Urahara's a Hentai
His green and white stripped had was pulled down over his his leering eyes, mouth
curled into a lecherous smirk but conveniently covered by his fan. The laughing girls at
his table couldn't see how they were being ogled.
He sat as still as stone, his dick was hard as hell again. But he was nodding and
chuckling at the girls conversations. Though he didn't know what they were talking
about.
He was a lucky man. The shop had been empty of a female(adult female) presence since
that reckless feline took to the wind several months ago. Leaving without a word,again.
He should be used to that by now, but she had left him in such a bad way. They hadn't
been able to "connect" as much or as often as he had wanted. Who knew people would
actually come to his shop to buy candy? The fates seemed to be against him. The whole
while she had been there. The shop was busy from morning to night.
Before him now, was a mixture of shinigami posing as high school girls and real ones.
Unless you knew, you wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. Rukia, Rangiku,
then Orihime, Tatsuki, Chizuru and they had brought other giggly bouncy friends with
rosy cheeks and short skirts..
Urahara chuckled again, at what he didn't know. The girls had been coming over the last
month, after school, to visit Ururu. She was basically their little sister/mascot. They
would bring her different clothes, gifts and take her out to eat. The whole "girls"thing.
Then they would come back to the shop all giggly and excited to talk about the
afternoons events.
As a good host , Urahara sat and listened (pretended) to all the subjects. When, had
they really known, they would have run screaming from the shop and possibly trying to
take Ururu with them.
Under the concealment of his hat's brim, Urahara's lecherous eyes scanned each of the
girls. His smile still covered by his fan, hiding his drooling.
He kept the room that they came into for tea, a little colder, he loved to watch their
nipples start peeking thru their blouses, the longer they stayed.
He loved to watch them play with their hair. How it fell across their shoulders and down
their backs. The girls with short hair he loved equally and he would look longingly at the
napes of their necks wishing he could bury kisses there.
He watched their lips. The beautiful full pinkness of them. How they parted when they
curled into a smile. He'd watched intently as they sipped through their straws, or heaven
forbid, ate ice cream. He'd have to excuse himself for a few minutes and get composed
before he could come back.
Their short uniform skirts rising on any of their succulent firm thighs. Oh how he wanted
to touch them, unhindered by their screams of protest.
He had recently become obsessed with trying to see up their skirts. His eye candy? The
mound between their thighs, covered by white panties. He admitted, any color, was fine
but there was something about the white panties.
Oh, Oh. He sat up. Rangiku was leaning back, expounding on some brillant idea, he was
sure, but best of all her skirt was raising as well. Higher. Higher. Higher.
He found himself leaning forward, the higher her skirt went up her leg. And then
BINGO!. She shifted her weight and there was Rangiku's treasure chest.
His tongue was hanging out behind the fan, his eyes wide under his hat brim. He felt
something wet on his hand .
He looked over to see KON on the table, leaning forward like he was, and drooling too.
Urahara thumped the stuffed toy on the head reminding him he wasn't to move since
there were humans in the room that didn't know about him.
Kon stiffened up closing his mouth, but still drooling. Kon had been following his nee-
sama, Rukia when he stumbled upon Urahara's untouchable harem. And everyday after
school, he'd been sitting at the table the girls took their tea at, leering just like the shop
owner.
Kisuke knew he was a bad man. A bad, bad naughty man. But he couldn't help it. They
were all just so cute, in their school uniforms. He just wanted to eat them up. He smiled
at that thought.
He wished the girls at the Soul Society academy had to wear skirts instead of the red
hakamas. Oh, he would've gotten into SO MUCH TROUBLE. He began to chuckle deeply
at that thought.
" Hmm? What's that Urahara-san?" Orihime said sweetly.
" Oh no its nothing " He said waving his hands. " Don't mind me. Please continue Inoue -
san."
Mmhm. Sweet Orihime. He took her looks from her head, to her bright brown eye , soft
pink lips down to her full inviting breast that he'd love to bury his face in. When she
laughed they bounced slightly. He loved it. He was drooling again.
It was all in good fun, his new school girl fetish. Though, it left him entirely frustrated.
He'd go to his room with his mental pictures, just trying to keep his mind on Rangiku or
Rukia, in their uniforms. The others were actual human teenagers. He had his
boundaries.
In his "self-sessions", he would get started and inevitably rollover and see where SHE
liked to perch or get a scent of her. Then it was all over and he's have to go to sleep
even more frustrated than ever. Looking forward to the girls coming over the next day.
It was getting late and the girls had decided to say goodnight. They were all so polite
and very comfortable with the shop owner. Most(the exception being Rangiku and Rukia)
giving him a hug when they left. He relished feeling their breasts, pressed against him.
Every other night he'd seen them off, hoping a gust of wind would come by and lift a
skirt or two. And when he was desperate, his cane would "accidentally" lift a skirt. He'd
apologize vehemently to whichever blushing girl, as she tried to cover herself.
Kon had it the easiest, by the time the girls left , it would be mostly dark and they
wouldn't notice him walking by their legs looking up their skirts.
Tonight had been no different. He smiled as he watched their little asses sway in their
skirts while they walked away. He sighed. His throbbing groin may get some release
tonight.
He was about to ask Kon how tonight went for him, when he realized the presence by his
shin wasn't Kon.
He stiffened (but not in a good way).
"How long have you been here,..... Yoruichi?"
"Long enough." The heavy voice came from the little black cat.
"So you've finally returned. I'm glad I bought that milk today." he said happily singing
the words, trying to change the subject. He turned to go in,"Lets have a bowl and you
can tell me about your adventures."
"Maybe some other time Urahara-san" Yoruichi said dismissively, walking the other
direction. She only called him Urahara when she "wasn't happy."
"But wait, you just got here." Kisuke called out after her.
This can't be good, he thought.
He slept with one eye open that night.
.
.
.
.
.
.
To Be continued.......
Future chapters---Mature For Lemon, Lemon and more explicit LEMON Explicit Lemony
goodness. SO You've Been Warned!
Urahara's a Hentai
His green and white stripped had was pulled down over his his leering eyes, mouth
curled into a lecherous smirk but conveniently covered by his fan. The laughing girls at
his table couldn't see how they were being ogled.
He sat as still as stone, his dick was hard as hell again. But he was nodding and
chuckling at the girls conversations. Though he didn't know what they were talking
about.
He was a lucky man. The shop had been empty of a female(adult female) presence since
that reckless feline took to the wind several months ago. Leaving without a word,again.
He should be used to that by now, but she had left him in such a bad way. They hadn't
been able to "connect" as much or as often as he had wanted. Who knew people would
actually come to his shop to buy candy? The fates seemed to be against him. The whole
while she had been there. The shop was busy from morning to night.
Before him now, was a mixture of shinigami posing as high school girls and real ones.
Unless you knew, you wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. Rukia, Rangiku,
then Orihime, Tatsuki, Chizuru and they had brought other giggly bouncy friends with
rosy cheeks and short skirts..
Urahara chuckled again, at what he didn't know. The girls had been coming over the last
month, after school, to visit Ururu. She was basically their little sister/mascot. They
would bring her different clothes, gifts and take her out to eat. The whole "girls"thing.
Then they would come back to the shop all giggly and excited to talk about the
afternoons events.
As a good host , Urahara sat and listened (pretended) to all the subjects. When, had
they really known, they would have run screaming from the shop and possibly trying to
take Ururu with them.
Under the concealment of his hat's brim, Urahara's lecherous eyes scanned each of the
girls. His smile still covered by his fan, hiding his drooling.
He kept the room that they came into for tea, a little colder, he loved to watch their
nipples start peeking thru their blouses, the longer they stayed.
He loved to watch them play with their hair. How it fell across their shoulders and down
their backs. The girls with short hair he loved equally and he would look longingly at the
napes of their necks wishing he could bury kisses there.
He watched their lips. The beautiful full pinkness of them. How they parted when they
curled into a smile. He'd watched intently as they sipped through their straws, or heaven
forbid, ate ice cream. He'd have to excuse himself for a few minutes and get composed
before he could come back.
Their short uniform skirts rising on any of their succulent firm thighs. Oh how he wanted
to touch them, unhindered by their screams of protest.
He had recently become obsessed with trying to see up their skirts. His eye candy? The
mound between their thighs, covered by white panties. He admitted, any color, was fine
but there was something about the white panties.
Oh, Oh. He sat up. Rangiku was leaning back, expounding on some brillant idea, he was
sure, but best of all her skirt was raising as well. Higher. Higher. Higher.
He found himself leaning forward, the higher her skirt went up her leg. And then
BINGO!. She shifted her weight and there was Rangiku's treasure chest.
His tongue was hanging out behind the fan, his eyes wide under his hat brim. He felt
something wet on his hand .
He looked over to see KON on the table, leaning forward like he was, and drooling too.
Urahara thumped the stuffed toy on the head reminding him he wasn't to move since
there were humans in the room that didn't know about him.
Kon stiffened up closing his mouth, but still drooling. Kon had been following his nee-
sama, Rukia when he stumbled upon Urahara's untouchable harem. And everyday after
school, he'd been sitting at the table the girls took their tea at, leering just like the shop
owner.
Kisuke knew he was a bad man. A bad, bad naughty man. But he couldn't help it. They
were all just so cute, in their school uniforms. He just wanted to eat them up. He smiled
at that thought.
He wished the girls at the Soul Society academy had to wear skirts instead of the red
hakamas. Oh, he would've gotten into SO MUCH TROUBLE. He began to chuckle deeply
at that thought.
" Hmm? What's that Urahara-san?" Orihime said sweetly.
" Oh no its nothing " He said waving his hands. " Don't mind me. Please continue Inoue -
san."
Mmhm. Sweet Orihime. He took her looks from her head, to her bright brown eye , soft
pink lips down to her full inviting breast that he'd love to bury his face in. When she
laughed they bounced slightly. He loved it. He was drooling again.
It was all in good fun, his new school girl fetish. Though, it left him entirely frustrated.
He'd go to his room with his mental pictures, just trying to keep his mind on Rangiku or
Rukia, in their uniforms. The others were actual human teenagers. He had his
boundaries.
In his "self-sessions", he would get started and inevitably rollover and see where SHE
liked to perch or get a scent of her. Then it was all over and he's have to go to sleep
even more frustrated than ever. Looking forward to the girls coming over the next day.
It was getting late and the girls had decided to say goodnight. They were all so polite
and very comfortable with the shop owner. Most(the exception being Rangiku and Rukia)
giving him a hug when they left. He relished feeling their breasts, pressed against him.
Every other night he'd seen them off, hoping a gust of wind would come by and lift a
skirt or two. And when he was desperate, his cane would "accidentally" lift a skirt. He'd
apologize vehemently to whichever blushing girl, as she tried to cover herself.
Kon had it the easiest, by the time the girls left , it would be mostly dark and they
wouldn't notice him walking by their legs looking up their skirts.
Tonight had been no different. He smiled as he watched their little asses sway in their
skirts while they walked away. He sighed. His throbbing groin may get some release
tonight.
He was about to ask Kon how tonight went for him, when he realized the presence by his
shin wasn't Kon.
He stiffened (but not in a good way).
"How long have you been here,..... Yoruichi?"
"Long enough." The heavy voice came from the little black cat.
"So you've finally returned. I'm glad I bought that milk today." he said happily singing
the words, trying to change the subject. He turned to go in,"Lets have a bowl and you
can tell me about your adventures."
"Maybe some other time Urahara-san" Yoruichi said dismissively, walking the other
direction. She only called him Urahara when she "wasn't happy."
"But wait, you just got here." Kisuke called out after her.
This can't be good, he thought.
He slept with one eye open that night.
.
.
.
.
.
.
To Be continued.......