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The memory does not come gently.
It never does.
Shunsui and Jushiro remember how they finally found the courage to finally confess how much they have been in love with you for over 1000 years. They practically grew up with you- wanting to be with you has always been on their mind. The two captains never want to compete with each other, but rather they want you only to themselves.
“I’m sorry, Jushiro… Shunsui… You’re both like brothers to me…”
The rejection sucks. Hurts, even. And damaging their ego as captains, and even men. How dare you, a childhood girl friend of theirs, reject them? They have protected you their whole life, pitched for you to get better positions, and a better future in Soul Society. You’ve been alive longer just like them, because they have mercy on you and were protecting you, your whole life. Since you guys were younger, they have always been protective and loving to her. So, how dare you reject them? Them, a prestige and well known Captains?
How dare you, low life, reject them.
Yes. They accepted it like real men. Bowed to you and smiled, accepting your rejection. You apologised repeatedly and said nonsense about how much they meant to you, and how much you could never taint that friendship, but to prideful men, it’s just noise. You should’ve accepted them. Even though Jushiro is gentle, and patient, even he, as a man, can’t handle it if the girl he has been in love with for so long, blatantly rejects him. To Shunsui, a noble classed himself and as a ladies man and a captain, he couldn’t accept that his charm couldn’t chain you and couldn’t make you want him.
So what did Jushiro and Shunsui do at night when they all went drinking with you? They did what every man with a prideful ego does.
In the clearing near your quarters, lantern light barely reached them, you had struggled the moment Shunsui pushed you down into the grass.
“Stop,” she had gasped. “Please stop—”
Jushiro had caught your wrists before you could pull away.
He remembers that part clearly — how easily your hands fit inside his grip.
“Calm down,” he had said softly.
Calm down.
As if you’were overreacting.
You had looked at him — not at Shunsui — at him.
“Jushiro… please.”
There was no hesitation even in Jushiro’s eyes and voice. He seemed very clear that he wants to violate you, too.
Shunsui had leaned down, breathing warm with alcohol he sipped a few hours ago.
“You’ve wanted this,” he murmured.
“No,” you cried. “I didn’t— I didn’t—”
When he forced his mouth over yours, you turned your face away. Shunsui gritted his teeth, annoyed. How dare you reject him again? Didn’t you see how much he loves you and wants to express his love through his kisses?
He grabbed your chin.
“Don’t turn from me,” he snapped.
That had been your first kiss.
Stolen in anger. His lips were pressed, and you were struggling to turn your face away, tears on your face because of the betrayal you felt from him, your best friend. When he felt how stubborn you are, his tongue slipped, his scruff grazing your chin. He tongue-fucked you relentlessly, despite your quiet protest. He doesn’t care.
You whimpered against him, and Jushiro felt your fingers curl desperately around his hand.
You’re not fighting him.
You’re clinging.
For comfort.
He knows that.
And he did nothing.
“I’ve never—” she choked. “I’m a virgin— I’ve never done this—”
Shunsui paused.
Just long enough to process it.
“Seriously?”
She nodded frantically, tears spilling.
“Yes— I told you— please stop—”
“Please, Shunsui, You— you know me… I don’t go on dates, I don’t know any men like I knew both of you— so please…!”
You’re begging them to let you go, tears spilling your eyes like when you guys were younger, crying when you broke your legs during a hollow expedition. They almost felt sorry for you.
Almost.
But almost is never enough for wolves such as themselves. They chuckled, Jushiro grips you harder and Shunsui starts opening his haori.
Jushiro tightens his hold instead of letting go.
“She’s shaking,” he had said quietly.
“Good,” Shunsui replied. “Maybe she’ll learn.”
Then—
The sound. Oh, the sound you make when his cock tapped your pussy. You yelped, terrified, and easily, so fucking easily, Shunsui Kyoraku pushed into you, breaching his childhood best friend, his precious poor girl, so mercilessly and carelessly. Your cries were sharp, shocked, and indeed pained because of the two men.
“Ah—!”
Shunsui froze.
“Ukitake…”
There had been something different in his voice.
“I don’t think she’s joking.” Shunsui said, eyes focused on your pussy as it bled from where he and you are connected. The moment felt sacrificial— important, but to you it was harrowing.
She was sobbing openly now.
“I told you…! Ow— ow— it hurts—! Please, Shunsui, take it out… please—!”
Your head were shaking, left, right, and you were sobbing with your hands clinging to Jushiro’, lips trembling, and eyes weren’t looking into Shunsui, but rather you were looking at his torso, to where your childhood friend, your trusted person, was burying himself into you.
They talked over you.
As if you weren’t there.
“You actually found a virgin,” Jushiro murmured.
Shunsui let out a breath that almost sounded impressive.
“Huh. Didn’t think those still existed.”
You’re trying to sit up, trying to run away from the unbearable pain, and—-
Jushiro held you down.
“Don’t move.”
“It hurts—!” You cried. “Please— please stop—”
Shunsui leaned closer, brushing hair from your tear soaked face.
“It’s supposed to hurt.”
You kept saying his name.
Not Shunsui’s.
Ukitake’s.
As if he were still the safer one.
Your fingers dug into his hand so tightly he could feel your nails through his sleeve.
“Jushiro, please…”
And he held your wrists tighter.
“Ow— ow— please…”
“My stomach… it hurts—”
“It’ll be over soon, pretty. Just let us do whatever we want to your body. After all,” he leaned down to your ear, “we’re your bestest friends, right?”
The smugness in Shunsui’s voice hurts you. You wailed, hands still gripping for Ukitake, although he doesn’t seem to care about you.
As he went on raping you, a sudden urge betrayed your body. A warmth. A huge puddle, right there in between your thighs wetting the grass, and you felt Shunsui pausing his movement, shocked.
“What-” his eyes were intent on looking at you peeing, crying.
“No…. no! Please don’t look—”
“Are you seeing this, Ukitake?”
“Yea.” Ukitake answered. Slowly. An amused look on his face appeared, coldly and so terrifying.
“She pissed herself.” Ukitake was fixated toward her making a mess, and crying from fear. Again, his natural loving instinct towards you made him want to cuddle you and protect you, but his lust has taken over, his cock itching to taste you too. He got harder every minute you were raped by his best friend.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry— hiks please! I don’t mean it— hiks I don’t— I’m sorry! —”
“It’s fine. No big deal.” Shunsui grinned, “not normal, but can’t say we hate it,” he joked, still fucking you.”
When Shunsui finally pulled back, cumming inside you messily, he looked down at you with something almost like fascination, despite you shaking.
“She really wasn’t lying.”
Your thighs were streaked with blood.
Your sobs had turned hoarse.
“Are you done?” Ukitake asked quietly.
He doesn’t know why he asked.
Concern?
Curiosity?
Impatience?
Shunsui glanced at him.
“Your turn?”
You shook your head violently, pained at the sight Ukitake disrobing.
“No— no— please— I can’t— it still hurts—”
Ukitake kneeled beside you, brushing your cheek gently.
“Just endure it.”
He kissed you too.
And you tried to turn away again.
He followed your mouth.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Stealing what little you had left.
Your first kiss had been rough.
Your second had been colder.
You sobbed against his lips.
“Please don’t—”
But he did.
They spoke about you like you weren't there.
“She’s tight.”
“No wonder.”
“She can’t even handle it.”
You kept crying.
“It hurts— it hurts— something feels wrong—”
“Dramatic,” Shunsui had muttered.
“Stop— ow—”
“Don’t touch me… please, don’t touch….”
Ukitake had frowned briefly.
“Shut up! You’re being loud!” Shunsui barked and you quiet down abit, body moving bc you were raped for the second time, crying, and Jushiro sighed, reaching for your panties that was discarded, and he shoved into your mouth as he fucked your hurting pussy.
They ignored it.
They ignored your fear.
Ignored your body.
Ignored the way you shook uncontrollably.
When it was over, you curled onto your side in the grass.
“I told you,” you whispered weakly.
“I told you…”
Shunsui had adjusted his robes.
“Yeah,” he said. “You did.”
They left her there.
You were lying on the grass, crying, sobbing. Shunsui and Ukitake left, ignoring you in pain as you sobbed openly with the panties falling out of your lips, finally. Your pussy hurts, your heart hurts. The betrayal hurt, more than anything.