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Hi! If youre still doing requests, i have kind of an odd ask , but maybe some of the upper moons' reactions to meeting Muzan's wife (reader). I also really like whipped!Muzan so maybe the other demons' reactions to seeing the demon king doting on his wife. Thank you very much :)

Hi Anon! (^○^.) I actually love this request, so thank you for sliding it into my askbox ♥

Honestly I love a powerful man - especially a powerful villain - who's just absolutely in love with their wife (♥ω♥.) and would do anything for them, it just brings me joy.

Anyway! I'm rambling abit, but here is your request! I hope I've done it justice (^ω^.) Please enjoy!

Come again to request whenever you want cause I'm always open.

Muzan Kibutsuji being whipped for his wife + Upper Moons Reactions - Headcannons:

You know those types of men that are just unmovable pillars of stone - who look like they were carved from the finest marble by the hands of angels - who are always impeccably dressed with a voice of icy poison and just command your attention?

Who turn to the softest love-struck mush when with their wife

yeah, that's Muzan Kibutsuji with his wife (aka. you)

The finest meals, clothes and jewelry are yours with a click of his fingers - all done to make you happy, to see you smile

Anything that you mention briefly - doesn't matter if it''s a book or a holiday - its yours by the end of the day

Just one smile and a fluttering of your eyelashes has muzan on his knees - a singular pout of your lips has his mind running wild

You just have to breathe and Muzan's heart squeezes, breath stuttering in his chest as he looks at you in adoration

You could ask for the world and he'd give it too you on a platter

Muzan worships you

Each touch from you is a blessing to his skin

Each kiss sealed into him

Each word of love that falls from your lips make him drunk to hear, each sentence thick with a love that leaves hearts in his eyes and his heart thumping wildly

He wants to wear you like a brand - each mark you leave on him (bite marks and all) are worn with pride - and you (and only you) get to touch and mark his skin in such sensual ways

Under his wedding ring, his finger holds your bite mark, something that he begs you to do each day - with love-struck tears pricking his eyes - and it always makes him feel like he's properly yours

"My Love," He purrs with a voice a think velvet "My wonderful wife, my moon and stars, I love you for ever and always" and he kisses you so softly

Sometimes you have to stop this man from wearing matching clothes with you - "But Beloved,"he whimpers with a face liked a kicked puppy "I want us to match" - because he will absolutely wear a matching couples outfit

Other days he just likes sharing the same colour palette

When you worship him by placing soft kisses to his skin - his wrists, knuckles and faces - Muzan feels like he's on cloud nine

Upper Moons Reactions:

When the upper moons first met you, it was by accident - pure accident -they'd been summoned and it just so happened that it was when muzan was just in the midst of kissing you and bathing you with compliments

Kokushibou doesn't even blink and just stands in position like a trained guard, this sight has been something he's accidentally stumbled upon a couple of times before and honestly it makes him miss his wife

Because this isn't the first time he's met you but rather the fifth, the first actually time he met you, you were incredibly respectful of him and actually treat him nicely - you became tea drinking buddies - so he quickly came to like you

Douma/Doma genuinely shrieks - like an honest to god scream - before quickly going to make fun (not a good idea) about how loving Muzan is and, "Why don't you treat us this way Muzan-sama~ You're breaking my heart~"

Akaza looks away from such an intimate scene with respect since it felt wrong to look upon his lord loving his wife - although his heart does ache for some reason when looking at such a perfect loving scene

Hantengu starts sobbing while apologizing anxiously - actually very jealous at how loving the scene is, he wants a wife and to dote on someone

Gyokko simply proclaims it as artful and simply leaves it as such

Daki Blushes a deep crimson - it makes her want a husband to dote on her so much

While Gyutaro simply sighs before looking away - much like kokushibou and akaza in respect - with jealous crawling up his ribs at such love, he wants somebody to dote on and love him so romantically

Overcast Skies

Karma Akabane x Sayori-like! Reader

Note : platonic with a hint of romance?, karma might be OOC.

When you started getting late to class, he got worried so he made it his life's responsibility to always wake you up in the morning, be it by breaking in your room through the window or calling you non-stop. (maybe even changing your phone call ringtone into a loud metal music without your knowledge)

Karma often envies you because of how you act so happy-go-lucky all the time but then he'll start to feel like something is off, he'd be suspicious.

He's gonna watch you from afar (not like a stalker, he simply wants to know what's up with your behavior /via following you without your permission/ totally not stalking)

Once you are alone, maybe outside of class during a break, he'd definitely ask you how you could be so happy and jolly all the time.

But once he see you break or finally show your true emotions, he'd definitely know what to do (man's probably played ddlc before) would listen and give you advices, most likely would relate to your experience, he probably went through the same thing that you did.

If you have thoughts of suicide (like if you have already scheduled the day and time of death) best believe that he'd never let you go anywhere without his guidance, would be with you 24/7 until those storm clouds in your head disappears.

If you're close to eachother (childhood friends, or share an emotional bond) he'd cuddle with you until you fall asleep, if you're outside when you told him how you feel then he'd hover over you and hug you tight until you feel his heat.

One wrong thing that the Mc of ddlc did was leave sayori, obviously karma won't go through the same path that guy did, karma's smarter and experienced with this, he'd stay with you, even stay over your place until you feel better.

Words of affirmation, physical touch and quality time are what you'll experience, maybe even acts of service.

Basically, he will try his best to make you feel better, maybe even try to be out of character for the day.

Sincerely Yours,

—@severelynsomniac🍮

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: SMUUUT 🗣️, Grimmy gets pretty rough, a little bit of degradation, breeding, the works :D

Grimmjow couldn't stand you.

You were a brat if there ever was one and far too comfortable speaking to him with disrespect on a daily basis. He couldn't stand you, but every time you spoke to him brazenly, mocked him, taunted him, and infuriated him, it made him want to stuff that big mouth of yours with his cock. He couldn't stand you, but if and when he got the chance, he was going to show you what he did to brats like you. He didn't need to like you to fuck you good and hard like you deserved.

He was already annoyed enough today, and there you were, as usual, saying something to piss him off even more. "Hey, quick question, do you ever stop talking?"

His eyes widened, anger flaring like scorching blue flames. You enjoyed just how easy it was to get under his skin. He was so simple, fists clenching at his sides before one of them slammed on the table in front of you. "What did you just say?! Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"I guess that means no," you sighed, suppressing an amused grin.

The truth was, you liked riling him up and did so intentionally. You liked watching the veins swell in his hands, arms and forehead because it was hot. He was hot. Watching him get mad had you fantasizing about just how roughly he'd manhandle you, how he'd meanly bully his cock into your tight cunt, how he'd have you crying and gagging on it. You weren't going to stop pushing his buttons until he was undoing yours.

"You're lucky I don't hit girls," he growled, his hands twitching, clenching and unclenching as if he was currently resisting the urge.

"That's too bad," you said, smirking lazily.

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Later, he proved to be a liar. He was hitting you, his hand coming down hard over and over again to smack your ass as he drilled into you from behind. He still didn't know how to stop talking, though you didn't mind it much now, clenching around him while he yanked you up by your hair to spew filth directly into your ear.

"Not so cocky now, are you? Huh?" He panted, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. "Where's that smirk, little girl? Your snide comments? Haven't you got anything to say?"

You couldn't reply, not with how cruelly he was pounding into you, his tip striking hard and deep, as furious as he was. All you could do was moan and whine dumbly. You may have bested him with your words earlier, but in the bedroom, he'd definitely won, just the way you wanted him to.

"That's what I thought," he laughed when you didn't respond. "Can't handle my fat cock and talk back to me at the same time. You're too busy making a mess of my sheets and whining like a bitch."

He threw you back into the mattress, pinning you down with his weight as his hips snapped against your ass. He thought he was teaching you a lesson, but it was your personal heaven, getting caged in by his big biceps and having your pussy ruined by his throbbing length. You could hardly breathe, suffocating under his weight, head under water with nothing but the sound of his grunts and growls right into your ear. You thought it'd be a pleasant way to die.

Then he suddenly left you, and before you had the chance to mourn the loss of his heat and fullness in between your legs, he was manhandling you onto your back, folding you into a mating press and fucking back into you, smirking maliciously at your dumbfounded expression.

"I want to see what you look like when you cum all over my cock," he snarled in explanation before wrapping his hand around your neck to hold you in place. "Maybe I'll fill you up. You want that, slut?"

"Yes!" You choked out, eyes rolling back as he stretched your legs to their max, going impossibly deeper inside you than he had been. Each thrust felt like a shock to your system, a terrifying yet exciting loss of control of your body.

He was shamelessly staring at himself thrusting in and out of you, at your tits bouncing, and at the tears leaking out of your eyes. It made him go feral, the sight of your defeat. He knew you were all talk, so outspoken yet so easy to break. It was music to his ears how pathetic you sounded. Now he just needed you squirting all over him before he unleashed his load into you. Only then would it truly be his victory.

He knew by the high-pitched squeals and whines you were making that you were close, and so he stayed focused and didn't hold back, maintaining his brutal pace until your legs were trembling, glassy eyes squeezing shut and loud mouth crying out as if you were being tortured. He lowered himself against you, fucking you through your orgasm as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding him to his word that he would fill you up. Moments later, he did, biting your neck and groaning into it as he twitched inside of you, shooting thick, white ropes of his seed into your walls. He pulled out to watch it leak out of you, mesmerized by how cute your bratty pussy was with his juices oozing out.

He collapsed at your side. He'd finally bested you, finally taught you a lesson, and you'd finally learned just how good of a fuck he was. You stressed him out, but he had finally taken that stress out on you. For the first time in a while, he felt at ease, one could even say peaceful. Your body and your energy was a much needed break for his nervous system, and he was starting to discover a newfound appreciation for you as you quietly came down from your high beside him.

He watched you carefully as you rose from his bed, excusing yourself to clean up the mess between your legs. He chuckled to himself as he watched you limp away, like a fawn attempting to walk for the first time. He supposed you were actually pretty cute.

No. It made him start to worry when you were taking a long time in his bathroom, wondering if you'd come back and get dressed to go. It wasn't like it was often he got to just lay there, skin to skin with another person. No one touched him unless it was in battle or in a sexual way, and now he found himself yearning for your body against his again, in a more gentle way this time.

He pretended to look unbothered when you finally came back, pretended that he wasn't elated when you took your place back in his bed, curling up next to him.

You decided to be nice to him just this once. "That was amazing," you complimented, pressing a quick kiss to the side of his mouth that made him freeze. "Thank you."

He felt irritated again, though he couldn't figure out why. "Are you fucking with me?" He glared at you.

"No," you responded calmly. "If I was lying, I wouldn't be on the verge of passing out right now," you giggled tiredly. "I came so hard I'm exhausted."

You yawned, and it gave Grimmjow a funny feeling in his chest. He yanked the blankets up over your naked form. "Get some sleep then." You could tell he found it difficult to be affectionate. It was kind of cute in its own weird way.

You draped an arm over his chest anyway, pushing him out of his comfort zone. "You gonna sleep with me?"

"Doesn't seem like you're giving me much of a choice," he grumbled.

You pressed sleepy kisses into his jaw, smiling against him as you felt his body soften beneath you. "No, I'm not. I like to cuddle after."

"Damn brat." He aggressively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him and holding your hip. "You better not snore."

You gasped, a wide, almost painful smile spreading on your lips over the fact that this grumpy arrancar was seriously snuggling you. "Me? A lady? Never!"

"Yeah, yeah. I hear you snore once and I'm tossing you off the side of the bed." You doubted the hand currently caressing your torso would be used to throw you off the bed.

"You're such a gentleman."

"I am, letting you stink up my bed like this." He grinned, adjusting his body so that you could press into him more comfortably.

"Stop being mean to me, I'm soft!" You pouted playfully.

"You? Don't make me laugh." He murmured against your head.

You smiled contentedly, letting your eyes rest, finally having him where you wanted him. "Okay, I'm going to bed now, so kiss my forehead and tell me goodnight."

"You're a real piece of work," he groaned, as if he wasn't dying for an excuse to press his lips to you.

He did exactly that, bringing his mouth to your temple more gently than you ever could imagine him doing and pulling you impossibly closer before saying, "goodnight, princess."

"Goodnight, my prince."

He would've cringed, had anyone else said it, but hearing you call him your prince, he swore he could feel his heart growing. He didn't know he even had one before you. He was glad you were starting to doze off, glad that you didn't witness his cheeks flushing with admiration.

Grimmjow still couldn't stand you, only now because it was gonna be a real pain in the ass dealing with these feelings he had for you.

I tried to write for another character but Shinji LITERALLY stormed into my room, flipped my desk, threw my laptop, broke my phone, spit on me and DEMANDED I write for him again

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You'd been stressing and working long hours lately, catching little sleep. Today was another long one, running on only a few hours of rest. It was hardly evening, and you'd surpassed your manic, delirious phase and were now crashing, nodding off, eyes fluttering closed only for you to snap your head back up and force your eyes to remain peeled. Shinji was thoroughly explaining something to you and you could not for the life of you catch a single word he was saying, each one going in one ear and out the other just as quickly. You tried and failed over and over again to focus. Pain stung your tired eyes and your body felt much heavier than usual, nearly impossible to keep upright.

At first, Captain Hirako hadn't noticed, too involved in the work at hand and talking through something with you. It wasn't until he glanced your way again and noticed how lifeless you looked that something wasn't right.

He stopped mid sentence, not that you were conscious enough to notice, "(Y/N)?" He asked, narrowing his eyes skeptically. "Are you feeling alright?"

Hearing your name coming out of his mouth awakened you, at least enough to snap back to attention for the moment. "Hm? Sorry?" You were too tired to even worry about the harsh look he was giving you.

Shinji sighed. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

He stood abruptly from where he sat, approaching you. He got on one knee before you, looking up to you with concern. "Have you been getting enough sleep? Or is something else bothering you?"

"I'm fine, really." You lazily waved a dismissive hand, lying about your unwell state out of habit. "Can you just repeat the last thing you said?"

"I think we should call it a day," he ignored you. "I'll walk you home."

"Captain." You forced yourself to stand, trying to prove that you were of sound mind. You couldn't have yourself getting in trouble. "I don't think that's necessary. The task at hand is more important."

Shinji slowly rose, looking stern. "It is necessary. We can't do quality work if you can hardly stay awake."

He moved away to gather his belongings. You stayed where you were, guilt and worry waking you a little more and adding to your list of pains. It was too late. You were in trouble.

Speaking less formally now and more as his friend, you asked him, "are you mad at me?" You frowned while you waited for him to look at you, shuffling in place nervously.

"Of course I'm not mad," Shinji laughed at your puppy-dog behavior. "Just what kind of a guy do you think I am?"

"I wasn't even listening to you." You hung your head in shame. "I've failed you today."

"Don't be dramatic," he continued. "Taking care of yourself is the most important thing you can do - not this 'task at hand' nonsense you're spewing." You noticed that he had gathered your belongings as well while you were hesitating, holding them along with his. "Let's get going."

You followed him out of the office, a dreamy swell of adoration in your chest. "Oh, thank you."

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You stood outside of your door with Shinji. The sun had set a little while ago, painting the landscape in the early stages of darkness. You could still see the Captain perfectly clear, turning to face him.

"Thank you again," you told him, voice coming out soft and wispy in your exhausted state.

"Let's meet again tomorrow at noon," he said seriously, reluctantly passing you your belongings. "Sleep in if you can."

"I will do my best." You forced a smile.

Neither of you moved. "Do you need anything?" Shinji asked gently. "Some tea or medicine to help you sleep?"

You were so tired, you doubted you needed anything to get to bed. "Tea would be nice actually." You supposed you were just looking for a chance to spend more time with him, even if it meant having to stay awake a little longer.

You'd always adored Shinji, and that adoration was further highlighted in moments like this, where he was putting you before your Soul Reaper work, encouraging you to take care of yourself and assisting you there.

He smiled, though it came out in that smirky way of his, like he as holding back laughter. Then he opened your door and went inside like he owned the place and was inviting you in. You followed, haphazardly discarding your belongings along the way.

You sat in your small kitchen as Shinji flowed about to make your tea, asking you simple questions here and there to navigate your kitchen. You were nodding off again when he placed the steaming mug before you, sitting across from you with his own cup to enjoy.

You sat in a comfortable silence with him, sipping tea. You were about halfway through your beverage when Shinji was at your side, his hand on your arm prepared to pull you up. You realized then you had been sitting there with your eyes closed, poised to pass out at any moment sitting in your kitchen.

"Let's get you to bed," he chuckled quietly, his voice sounding distant when you were halfway to the dream world. You loved that voice, trusted that voice. Right now it was a beacon of light for you to follow to get to sleep.

He pulled you out of your chair and stayed glued to your side, holding you upright, as the two of you went the short distance to your bedroom. As soon as you caught sight of your bed you went forward, unceremoniously collapsing onto the mattress.

"Do you have pjs?" He asked you, gesturing to your many drawers, though your face was buried in your comforter.

At the sound of pjs, you shot up, stumbling like a drunk over to the drawer that held your comfortable night clothing. You made quick work of pulling it open and grabbing the first thing on top, which happened to be a rather scandalous, frilly, girly nightdress. Without thinking, immediately after you slammed your dresser shut you began dropping your uniform, undressing right then and there to hurriedly get into the cozy material.

"What are you - you maniac!" Shinji quickly spun around and crossed his arms over his chest. Even if you didn't care or notice, he wasn't going to take advantage of you while you were in such a vulnerable state and watch you while you got naked. He didn't turn back to look at you again until he heard the sound you thumping back into bed, your Soul Reaper uniform left messily where you had dropped it from your body.

His jaw dropped when he saw you, splayed out on your stomach, wearing that ridiculously short gown that hardly covered anything. He felt like he was being tested by the universe, catching the slightest glimpse of your panties peaking out beneath your pajamas as you lay with one leg hiked up and the other hanging straight down.

He sighed in frustration, looking away from your ass and to your defeated figure as a whole atop your mattress. He came forward, scooping you up to pull you further up the bed so he could pull the comforter over you and hide your curves from his view. You stirred and turned to help him, flipping over to tuck your knees in, making room to push your legs under the heap of blankets.

When he saw your frontside, he was sure then. He was definitely being tested. Not only did the nightdress hardly cover your backside, but your cleavage was on full display too, the dainty, girlish fabric hardly covering each of your breasts. Shinji had never seen so much of your body with the modest way you wore your uniform. Now, one of your tits was threatening to spill out of the tiny strap holding it up, and Shinji was torn between looking away and trying to help tuck you in. All the while you were oblivious to his mental struggles, scooting in and pulling the comforter up to your chest, where your breasts were still exposed. Feeling perverted, Shinji grabbed it and yanked it up the rest of the way to your chin.

"Shinji?" You asked with your eyes closed.

"Yeah?" He gulped, prepared for the worst. You were about to call him out for being a perv, for staring at your ass and your tits while you were just so sleepy and oblivious.

But then, "you're the only one looking out for me," you mumbled tiredly and affectionately.

The Captain was able to breathe again, smiling at your cute, delirious talk. "Get some rest, okay?"

You went on. "I'll miss you."

"Miss me?" He laughed quietly.

You'd have never spoken this way to him when you were of right mind. He knew he should tell you to stop talking and go to bed before you spewed something you regretted, but he was too curious and admiring how sweet and fragile you looked and sounded while you were drifting off to sleep, wearing your revealing, princess-like nightdress. He was enjoying seeing this other side of you a little too much to be in such a hurry to leave. Maybe he really was perverted, perverted for your heart for sure.

"Yeah. Until I see you again tomorrow," you explained. "I hope I see you in my dreams."

If he was just as delirious, he'd tell you that he'd miss you too, that he missed you every time you were apart. "You really are tired," he said instead, laughing uncomfortably.

You opened your eyes slightly to watch him. "Will you stay until I fall asleep?" You asked hopefully.

He frowned, at war with himself. "I don't think that will take very long."

"Will you?"

It wasn't possible for him to tel you no when you looked at him like that. "I will."

"Thank you. I-" you wanted to say something badly, but the words never came.

"Yeah?" Shinji raised his eyebrows expectantly, in impatient anticipation.

You shook your head to yourself, fending off whatever thought that was trying to escape. "Thank you," you repeated again, shutting your eyes for the final time tonight.

Shinji was right that it didn't take long for you to fall asleep. He waited and listened for the steady, rhythmic sound of your breathing before rising, stopping to take one last look at your sleeping form, to sear this into his memory. As softly as he could, he reached out to push some stray hairs out of your face, yearning to do more, but knowing that he couldn't.

"Sleep tight, lovebug. I hope I see you in my dreams too."

When you woke the next morning, feeling rested at last, the first thing you noticed was that your room smelt pleasantly like Shinji, bringing back memories of the previous night. The last you remembered was sitting at the kitchen table, having tea with him. You wondered what transpired afterwards, how you got to bed, and were surprised that you were so exhausted you couldn't even properly remember.

When you saw what you were wearing underneath the comforter, you cringed at yourself, hoping that he hadn't seen your pjs and if he had, embarrassed that you had looked so slutty in front of the Captain. The sight of yourself mixed with the ghost of his scent in the room made you feel like a pervert. You were already starting to prepare an explanation for yourself, thinking of telling him it was laundry day, but then, how could you even bring this up to him? Maybe it'd be best to ignore it altogether, pretend like it hadn't happened, though you knew you wouldn't ever be able to forget.

And then when you got out of bed and saw the tea cups in the sink, you were thinking of him again. Shinji Hirako had already invaded your mind nearly every moment of every day, and now he had invaded your personal space as well, making it increasingly difficult to stop thinking of him inappropriately. It made your heart ache with desire and longing, his fleeting scent, his tea cup next to yours. He was just here, and you already missed him, already wanted to see him again. It was agony, having to smell his presence in your home when he wasn't here.

You looked at the clock, remembering his words about meeting at noon. It was still morning. That didn't stop you from pulling on your uniform and robes, scarfing down a quick and simple breakfast, wanting to see him more than you wanted to rest. You headed for his office earlier than you were supposed to. You knew he'd be there already, and you were way too excited.

Something needed to be done about this.

Pssst...there's smut down there 👇🏻

"I don't get jealous," Shinji claimed.

You believed him. After being together for quite some time, he never showed the slightest hint of jealousy. Men approached you, mistaking you for being single, asked for your number, complimented you, asked you out, etc. etc, and all the while, Shinji would grin and laugh each time you told him or even when he was there. He never minded the affection you received from others, and if anything was proud that he was dating such a bombshell. That was all until you were tossing your head back in laughter at something Kisuke Urahara said, clapping your hand over your mouth, eyes crinkled and him smirking satisfactorily as he watched your reaction, side-eyeing Shinji as if to say, "you seeing this? She thinks I'm funnier than you!"

Shinji didn't get jealous, but now watching you laugh at Kisuke's goofy remark, he had nothing but murder on his mind, narrowing his eyes at the green-eyed, blonde-haired shopkeeper and silently daring him to tell another joke. If he got you laughing again, he swore he'd kill him. Who did he think he was, making his girl laugh when that was his job?

You hadn't noticed how mad it got Shinji, not until later that night when he was pounding into you ruthlessly, pinning you down to the mattress and grunting angrily into your ear from behind, "you think he's funnier than me? Think he could fuck this sweet little pussy as good as I do, huh?"

"No, no!" You promised Shinji, crying out as his pelvis snapped against your ass, drilling into you deep and hard. "No one makes me as happy as you do! And no - no one fucks me as good as - fuck - you do!"

It was music to Shinji's ears, having you reassure him in this way. Truthfully, you didn't know he was capable of getting so worked up over the way another guy interacted with you or vice versa. Your laughter was mostly forced. No one made you giggle as hard as Shinji did, and no one certainly fucked you as good as he did.

But if making him jealous meant you were going to get manhandled in this way more often, you may have had to find more ways to bring his jealousy out of him.

He was so cruel to you, slapping your ass shoving his fingers down your throat, pinching your nipples, and it had you cumming around him harder than ever, singing out praises and promises that he was the only man for you. It had him cumming hard too, collapsing over you and pulling you tight against him as he rubbed your sore bottom and peppered kisses all along your face and head.

"I really mean it when I say that no one makes me happy as you do," you told him, drawing invisible hearts onto his chest. "I hope you know that."

"I know," he murmured against your temple. "It just pissed me off - watching that bastard make you laugh so hard. You have the prettiest laugh. I was feeling protective over it, I guess."

"You're sweet, but my laugh sounds like a foghorn," you giggled gently.

"I'm super into foghorns then," he remarked. "Makes my dick hard."

"Kisuke is too," you teased.

"Oh," Shinji said sharply. "You're trying to get your ass spanked again."

"Perhaps," you grinned deviously.

"Bad girl," were the last words he uttered before pulling you into an equally viscous and soft round two, intimately reminding you that you were his and his only.

He still would never admit that he did in fact get jealous from time to time, but you didn't mind. You were grateful to have someone who was as protective and caring as Shinji, and to have someone who made love to you with as much intensity as him. If only he could be you for a day and know how in love with him you were, you were sure he would never feel jealous ever again.

P.S. I love my silly man Kisuke too don't come for me 💚

TW: mentions of alcohol, smut, Shinji Hirako just being a menace

Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it🫰🏻

You had a bad habit of getting drunk and doing stuff you regretted.

And so it was a recipe for disaster at the festival taking place in the Soul Society when you had too much to drink and a big fat crush on your colleague, Shinji Hirako.

As soon as he was in your proximity you were laughing too hard at everything he said, draping over him and clumsily batting your lashes over tired, glossy eyes. Shinji didn't mind it nor did he read into it. If anything, he certainly appreciated all the attention he was getting. As if you weren't being obvious enough, you drunkenly and decidedly blurted your confession.

"I like you."

At those words, he froze, eyes widening and mouth pulling into a frown. His reaction was a stunt to your chest. You instantly wanted to take your words back, wanted to shrink away into nothing and hide from him forever. In a split second, your liquid courage had run dry. You wondered how feasible it would be to quit your position as a Soul Reaper, to move elsewhere, change your name, take on an entirely different identity, anything to escape from the shame you felt now.

A beat passed. And another. And then another. You were drowning in red hot embarrassment as the seconds dragged by.

You backtracked, ready to step away. Humiliation coursed through you, cheeks reddening, shame continuing to bubble in your stomach, hot and uncomfortable. "Sorry. I-"

"You're serious?" Shinji grabbed your wrist, stopping you from getting away. By his tight grip and the harsh look in his eyes, you couldn't tell how you were supposed to answer, what he wanted to hear. You supposed honesty was the only right way, even if that meant you were in trouble.

Slowly, you nodded.

And then a long moment of silence followed again. You were prepared to wrench out of his grasp and flee, stick to your drunken plans to go into permanent hiding when he finally spoke again.

"Fuck."

"Fuck?" You panicked.

"You like me?" He asked in disbelief, his grip on your wrist tightening subconsciously. "You like me like me?"

That was it. You pulled away from him. This situation you had brought on was agonizingly long and painful. "Just forget I said anything." You hung your head low, storm clouds brewing.

"No," Shinji laughed, a sound that was a stab to your heart. "No," he repeated more seriously after watching you avert your gaze and your frown deepen. "I'm just surprised," he explained. "Don't get shy on me now. I want to talk about this."

"I don't know what I'm doing," you ignored him, looking for an escape route.

"You're trashed, but you know what you said," he challenged, coming closer, stepping in front of you to block any potential path.

He was inches away now, and there was electricity sparking in the air between you. His gaze was predatory, predatory in a way that told you he would capture you swiftly and harshly if you tried to run. "How about we go somewhere more private? Just you and me?" There was a grin on his face, one that told you he had a wicked idea unbeknownst to you.

"Are you mad at me?" Your fight or flight still told you to run, not that you were going to attempt it. You knew you had dug yourself into a deep hole, but had to stay committed, had to deal with the consequences.

"Sweetheart," the word seemed far important than the rest, "I'm far from mad at you right now," Shinji promised. "Come here." He extended his hand. "You can trust me."

Around you, the festival was a blur of color and sounds, as if you and Shinji were the only ones there. You looked at his hand uncertainly and your chest fluttered. Embarrassment still burned in your cheeks, but there was a new feeling coming into the mix, one just as hot and bothersome. You feared you may catch fire if you touched his skin, but didn't see much of a choice. Shakily, you reached for him.

As expected, your hand warmed quickly in his, and you worried about how sweaty your palm must have felt. If it bothered him, he didn't show it. Instead, he smiled, curling his long fingers around yours and saying, "good. Let's go."

You let him lead you away, feeling a bit like a lamb headed to the wolf's lair. Your entire body felt sickeningly warm, a new heat blossoming and churning in your core. Was this what love felt like? You weren't sure you could handle it if that was the case. It was too intense, too overwhelming.

Shinji still gave you no indication that he felt the same way you did, and the uncertainty and unknown of what was to come did little to keep your panic at bay. That combined with your wasted state made you feel like you were walking on clouds, and not in a good way. One wrong step and you may fall through, plummeting to your demise.

You kept silent as you walked along, stumbling over your feet to keep up with him, and attempted to distract yourself by observing the beauty of the night, but it was no use. Your head was swimming, heart racing as your nervous system confused your circumstances with that of being hunted for sport. You nearly tripped and fell at one point, but Shinji didn't stop. He yanked you upright, never releasing you, squeezing your hand so hard it almost hurt.

"Careful," he purred, and that's when you noticed his malicious smirk. He was completely calm, cool, and collected while you were losing your mind, hardly able to stand on two feet. It wasn't fair, the power balance tipped completely in his favor.

You arrived at your destination, which was none other than his private quarters. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but it wasn't this. You didn't think he'd take you all the way back to his own domain, his personal space, and you couldn't tell if this was a good or bad thing. It was eerily quiet and dark as he led you inside, so different from the rowdy and raucous festival you had just departed from. Under different circumstances, you would appreciate the peacefulness, but now, you could hear your own shaky breathing and heart thumping in your ears, and you were sure Shinji could too. The quiet made you feel too exposed and too vulnerable when you wanted nothing more than to be invisible right now.

He released your hand to flick on some lights, and you stood just barely inside his doorway, unsure what to do with yourself. Maybe if you were still enough, you really would become invisible.

"Don't look so stiff," he chuckled. Damn. "You can come in, you know."

"Oh, right." You took a few steps forward, trying to follow his lead, but he offered no guidance, seemingly keen on watching you make a fool of yourself. You forgot how to be a normal human in his presence, in his space, trying to remember how to walk, how to act again.

He was holding back laughter at your frightened behavior as he casually sat in his living space and gestured for you to sit with him. You mirrored him, criss crossing your legs and twiddling your thumbs, flinching at every creak in the house and howl of the wind, waiting impatiently for him to say something, to relieve you of this fear you felt.

"How rude of me," he spoke suddenly, confusing you. "Would you like something to drink? You look like you could use one," he teased.

"I don't need anymore." You shook your head vigorously. "But thank you."

"You sure?" He moved to pour himself some sake anyway. "You won't have one with me? Just one?" He was dangling the bottle in the air, enticing you.

You hesitated. It was true that you didn't need anymore, and you wanted him to address the elephant in the room, not get himself and you even tipsier. You really shouldn't have, but how could you tell him no?

"Alright, just one," you agreed, but you still could hardly relax. He was toying with you, winding you up tightly, and for what? To make you snap? There was a point he wasn't getting to, dragging things along at your expense, making you tremble and squirm and suffer.

He sat before you, a glass for him and a glass for you. He took a long sip, watching you do the same before speaking again, finally getting back to the chief subject at hand. "Now then, tell me about this little crush you have on me?" He was finding this too amusing, the corner of his lips pulling upward.

You gasped, looking away from his attractive smirk, your heart and mind confused and at war with how you could want someone who mocked you so much so badly. "What more is there to say? Why are you messing with me?" You pouted, avoiding his taunting gaze.

"It's too much fun, watching you blush," he said, like he couldn't help himself. "It's just...so cute." He took another large sip, finishing off his sake. "I'm trying to make sense of this, how I'm so special as to have won the affection of such a pretty girl."

"Pretty?" You looked at him again now. His smirk had faded, replaced by a much more serious expression. It made you shiver. "You think so?"

"Mhmm." He smiled and nodded, satisfied. "I don't know how I got so lucky is all."

You nervously gulped down the remains of your sake, freaking out for different reasons now. He thinks I'm pretty. You prided yourself on not being a simple girl, but here with him, it seemed he had the power to easily reduce you to just that, a blushing, sensitive, naive, simple maiden. He thinks I'm pretty!!!

Shinji was chuckling again, watching you try and fail to fend off a bubbly smile. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't going straight to his ego, getting to see you, of all girls, unraveling for him in this way. It was making him swell with pride and cockiness. He felt invincible right now, forgetting all about the trivial matters of the festival or anything for that matter. All he could think about now was you, sat before him, looking so preciously adorable and shy and excitable at the prospect of him returning your feelings. He wanted to watch you unravel even more, curious about just how much he could get you to open up for him.

"I like you too," he confessed much more smoothly than you had. "So, what do we do about this?" He raised his eyebrows.

You didn't know how he could be so calm, admitting such a serious thing to you. There was no longer any reason for you to worry, now that you knew for sure that your feelings were reciprocated, but nonetheless a new anxiety blossomed in your chest now. What do we do about this? Your mind flooded with lots of ideas, none of which were pure. You looked at the floor, clasping your hands together tightly to keep from fidgeting. "You tell me."

Shinji grinned. "Oh, I have thoughts," he said suggestively. "But I want to know what you want."

"I made the first move," you defended, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from bursting out in nervous laughter. "What I want is for you to take charge now."

It was a bold statement, one you knew was crossing over a new threshold. Part of you started to relax now, confidence building when you felt so silly for being embarrassed when it was Shinji you were talking to. He was eccentric and strange, just the same as you. It was why you liked him so much. Your shyness was starting to fizzle out the more you opened up to him. Sure, he was teasing and prodding, but you felt safe here with him, safe to be yourself, safe to share your desires now that you knew his feelings were returned.

He scoffed, impressed with your game. "Take charge, huh?" His lips were once again tugging into a smirk. You licked your own as you watched. "I think I can do that, but I still need you to talk to me. I'm not going to take charge of anything unless I hear you agree to it. Understand?"

You were sure of it now. The both of you were on the same page, talking about the same thing without directly addressing it. He'd do whatever you wanted, and you'd do the same, but he wouldn't go any further without your verbal consent. It made you admire him that much more.

"I understand." You nodded, feeling brave and excited all at once. Your chest was rising and falling, heaving with anticipation. Your hands were shaking, adrenaline and disbelief rattling through you.

Shinji noticed, and he rose, holding his hand for you to take once again. "Then let's take this to the bedroom," he finally said, confirming that you were indeed on the same page. "You want this?"

"Yes." You staggered to your feet, breathless. You dropped your shaky hand into his, and he brought it up to his lips, giving it a chaste kiss. You gasped.

"You're trembling. Are you afraid?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at you, searching your face for any sign of hesitation.

"A little," you confessed. You knew better than to lie to him.

"You're allowed to be nervous, but you know you're safe with me, don't you?" He was showing a side of himself you hadn't seen yet, someone softer and gentler than the Captain you knew.

"Yes," you repeated.

"And you know you can tell me to stop at any time and that I will?" He rubbed your hand with his thumb. It was no longer shaking.

"Yes."

"Good girl," he praised. "Don't stop talking to me."

You nodded, letting him lead you to his bedroom. Your heart began to thump rapidly again, only because you were so anxious to take things further. Everything was unfolding so quickly, and it was all because of one drunken and brazen thought that managed to escape your mouth. When you had attended the festival, this was the last place you expected to end up tonight, though you certainly weren't complaining.

Shinji dimmed the lights and dropped his robe. You removed yours, prepared to toss it on the floor somewhere but he took it from you, delicately draping it over a chair. You looked to him for what to do next, eyes wide and expecting. He had to remind himself to go slow, not to pounce on you the instant he saw your pretty eyes looking to him for direction.

He grabbed your hand again, pulling you into the bed with him. You kneeled at his side, eager and curious, admiring the way he appeared in the dim lighting. Little did you know, he was doing the same, thinking about how beautiful you were and how he needed to have your mouth on his this instant.

"May I?" He delicately took your chin in his hand, as if you were the most precious and fragile thing in the world because to him, you were.

"Please." You stared at his lips, mesmerized, anxious, afraid, excited, obsessed all at once. You had wanted this moment for so long now, imagined what it would be like to touch him, to kiss him, and now this moment was happening here and now.

He didn't leave you waiting any longer, leaning in to connect your lips with his. You shut your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his lips against yours, following his lead. You parted your mouth, granting him access to slip his tongue in. You made a little noise of surprise as you felt his piercing, a foreign sensation you were always curious about when it came to him. He hummed in acknowledgment, devouring you even more.

His hands began to roam your body as he continued to make out with you hungrily. Without breaking the kiss, he gripped your clothing, giving it a small tug, signaling that he wanted to take it off.

This was really happening. You nodded against him, but that wasn't enough for Shinji.

"Words, please," he demanded, pulling away.

"Yes." You blushed. "Please, take them off."

"Are you sure?" He still sensed the fear in your voice, saw it in the red of your cheeks. "I can take mine off first. Would that make you feel better?"

"Yes," you said quickly, pleased with his idea.

Shinji smiled and began to remove his clothing without hesitation. You watched in awe, feeling perverted when he didn't stop until he was completely bare. When his hardening cock sprung free from the confines of his boxers, you nearly gasped and looked away. He was so long, you weren't sure how it was all going to fit.

"Everything okay?" He raised an eyebrow at you. "Still want to do this?"

"Yes," you answered shakily, and then "yes," more firmly. "You're just - just so big."

"Thanks," he laughed, reaching for your top first. "I'll take care of you." He kissed your head, then started to lift your shirt. "Promise."

He peeled the fabric away from your body, stopping to admire the lacy bra adorning your chest. A small, surprised moan escaped your lips when he cupped a hand around one of your tits, squeezing the plump flesh and watching your reaction.

"You're such a cutie, you know that?" He grinned before hooking his fingers into the waist band of your pants, tugging them down.

You lifted your hips as you let his words get to your head, making you feel euphoric. You weren't the only one lost in euphoria. Shinji's smile spread from ear to ear at the sight of your matching panties.

"So pretty," he cooed, playing with the fabric against your hip. "Can you spread your legs for me?"

Another moan caught in your throat at his bold request, but you obliged, spreading your legs apart and exposing your clothed pussy to him. You flinched when Shinji grabbed your thighs, holding them in place as he lowered his face to your heat, licking you through your panties.

You cried out, jaw dropping as you watched his tongue piercing get caught on your underwear. He tried to pull back, only for it to stay in place. You shrieked, covering your mouth with your hand in disbelief. Your face became so hot so quickly you were sweating.

"Oopth, gueth I didn't think thith through," he remarked nonchalantly with his tongue stuck outside of his mouth.

"Shit!" You panicked, embarrassed that his mouth was quite literally stuck against your most private area. "What do I do?! Should I try to take them off?!"

"Calm down," he laughed against you, the vibrations making you spasm. He reached for his piercing and your panties, trying to untangle the jewelry from your lace. To your relief, after a quick moment, he detached the stud from your fabric and was able to lift his head away, though it was now snagged where he was caught. You couldn't even care that your underwear were ruined. You were just beyond relieved he was no longer stuck with his tongue pressed to your labia.

You covered your face with your hands. "Oh my God! That was so - I'm so embarrassed!"

"Relax," Shinji laughed, taking your hands into his own. "That was hilarious. I really didn't think that through."

You turned away from him, unable to look him in the eyes. You knew you were being dramatic, but didn't care. You were mortified, as if it were your fault. You clamped your legs shut, face burning, reverted back to your shy ways.

"Come on, doll, don't be so upset," he tried to pull you back out of your shell. "You have nothing to worry about. There's no place I'd rather get stuck," he chuckled smugly.

His goofiness and dirty mind made you giggle, daring to look back at him again.

"Maybe we should take them off, so this time I don't get stuck, hm?" He suggested, easing you out of your embarrassment and back into your element. He was rubbing your hands again to soothe your nerves. It was working.

"...okay," you agreed.

"Okay?"

"Okay." You nodded.

Shinji smiled gently and started to pull your panties down. He didn't look away from your eyes all the while, not until the garment was down your legs and dangling from his fingers. He sling shotted them across the room, making you laugh and hide your eyes from him again.

"Let's get rid of this too while we're at it." He unclasped your bra, pulling it off of your arms and tossing it aside. He let his gaze fall to your breasts, cupping his hands around both of them this time and running his thumbs over your nipples. "Much better."

Mouth agape, you sighed and whined as he flicked and rubbed your nipples, eyes flicking back and forth between your face and your nipples, watching you gasp and moan as they hardened under his touch. "Does that feel good?" He asked gently as he drew circles against your skin.

"Yes," you gasped. "Please - need - I need more," you whimpered timidly.

"Yeah?" He raised his eyebrows, looking excited at your request. "Tell me what you need."

You hesitated to say what you wanted. It felt dirty and embarrassing, but you had to remind yourself that you were safe here. He wanted you to be honest with him, to be vulnerable. "Your mouth. I want your mouth around them," you blurted.

Shinji grinned wolfishly. "Your wish is my command." He dipped his head again, this time, taking a mouthful of your right breast, flicking his piercing against your nipple. The sensation of the cool metal against your sensitive skin had your hips bucking, back arching your body into him.

"Fuck! Shinji!" You squirmed. "Feels so good!"

"My sweet girl," he murmured against you, switching to your other breast. "Can't wait to taste your sweet pussy for real this time."

His filthy words made your core throb. Now, you hardly needed him against your breasts, and you wondered how his piercing would feel against your bare clit this time. You were starting to forget all about your shame, thoughts empty aside from how needy you were, whining for him to "just taste it now."

Shinji laughed, amused at how easily he was corrupting you. "Who am I to tell my baby no?"

He kissed down your torso until he reached your sweet spot, flattening his tongue against your clit. One moment his piercing was in your mouth, and the next, against your soaked core. You cried out at the delicious feeling of hot and cold against your most sensitive area, the heat and wetness of his tongue mixing with the cool of his jewelry. You were lifting your hips into him, desperate for more pressure.

Shinji grabbed hold of your hips, reading your body language and obliging, pressing harder into you, his grip bruising as he sucked on your clit, completely lost in your heat. You struggled to keep still and to keep your legs open, waves of pleasure rolling through your body and making you thrash. To make matters worse, Shinji kept looking up at you from between your folds, watching you fall apart beneath him. It made your face hot, making eye contact with him while he was in such a lewd position.

You were sure you couldn't take it anymore, and you attempted to shove him away, pressing at his shoulders and wiggling out of his grasp.

"Stop running from me." He yanked you back down. "You're okay, I've got you."

"You don't understand!" You fought against him still. "I - I can't take it anymore!"

"Yes you can," he murmured against you, clamping down on your thighs hard to keep them apart. "Just a little bit longer, baby."

He continued to suck and circle your clit with his tongue while he pushed a finger inside. You gasped at the feeling of it sliding through your soaked walls, curling and twisting and adding even more pressure to the already unbearable amount you were handling. You squealed and attempted to lift your body, causing Shinji to press a hand to your stomach, holding you down. He himself was starting to unravel, his length straining and leaking precum as he listened to your moans and whines mixing with the obscene squelching and sucking noises coming from his abuse on your cunt. He was groaning into your core, pumping in and out of you more rapidly now, eager to have you climaxing on his tongue.

Moments later, you were doing just that, crying and trembling as he continued to hold you down, nearly cumming himself at the way you looked and sounded as you fell apart completely. He pulled away from you, his face shining with your juices. You sighed and let your head fall back at the sight, eyes fluttering closed. He smirked at your defeated state, crawling over your body.

He took and squished your cheeks in his hand. "(Y/N)," he sang your name intimately. "Look at me." You reluctantly opened your eyes, peering up at him tiredly. "You still with me? You want more?" He asked, peppering your face with wet kisses.

"More - like your cock?" You asked dazedly.

Hearing such a dirty word come from your mouth made him blush. He quickly regained his composure, smirking at how fucked-out and delirious you were. "Yeah, more like my cock."

You smiled dreamily at him before nodding slowly. "Then yeah, yeah I want more."

Shinji tangled his fingers in your hair, narrowing his eyes at you in that cute way he did when he was thinking hard about something. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "So. Damn. Cute."

Slowly, he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. When he tried to pull away, you pulled him back down, making him kiss you again, but this time, you parted your mouth and searched for his piercing, taking the time to explore his mouth before catching his lip between your teeth and pulling away.

He sprang into action at that, sitting up and roughly pulling you down by your thighs, making you yelp. He didn't waste another moment, grabbing his member and lining it up with your entrance. You watched with wide eyes, in awe at how pretty his cock looked, especially when it was so close to where you needed it most. He pressed the tip against your folds, and the two of you shared a moan as his slick mixed with yours. You throbbed, looking up at him expectantly, already revived and prepared for more.

"Ready?" He asked, just barely starting to push in.

"Mhm!" You nodded, looking back down to watch him slowly sheathe himself inside of you.

You hissed at the initial stretch, digging your claws into Shinji's arm. It made him worry, stilling his movement halfway inside of you, though with how much you were already filled, you could hardly believe that.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked softly, sounding almost unlike himself, cradling your head in his hand.

"No, no!!" You whimpered unconvincingly. "I'm okay! It's - it's just a lot of pressure!"

"I won't go all the way in yet," he said, starting to pull out before pushing back in halfway again. He was squeezing his eyes shut, grunting as you sucked him in. "You feel so good," he breathed before taking your lips into his again. "So good for me."

You cried into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck to anchor yourself. Each time he pushed back in, he went deeper, until he had you completely speared on him, sinking all the way in to the hilt. You gasped at the fullness, spreading your legs further in an attempt to open wider for him. He was still moving so achingly slow, doing his best not to start pounding into you until you were well adjusted to his size.

"Are you okay?" He asked, voice straining.

"Yes," you told him, sounding just as pained as he did. "Can you help - can you hold my legs apart?"

His jaw dropped at your request, but he quickly obliged, grabbing behind your knee to not only pull them apart, but to push them down, holding them up near your ears. Your muscles burned, but you could hardly think about that with his cock bullying itself into your walls. Mouth parted and brows furrowed up at him, you informed him that he could be a little rougher with you now. "You can go faster."

You didn't have to tell him twice. Shinji began to move faster in and out of you now, building the pace gradually until he was losing his composure, gone too feral from the feeling of you squeezing around him. He gripped your thighs tighter to steel himself as he snapped his hips against yours, hitting deep and hard inside you each time. You'd never seen him at such a loss for words, the only sounds coming from him being the groaning and grunting escaping his mouth as he buried himself inside of you. Nothing but the occasional, "so good," and "so warm and tight," sounding drunk off of your pussy.

You didn't have much to say either. Your legs were shaking and twitching every time he thrusted into you, still so sensitive from the orgasm he gave you earlier. He was pounding into you relentlessly, balls slapping against you with a plap, plap, plap. The once silent space was now so loud with both of you groaning and panting and squelching against one another. You were going completely dumb on him, unable to think or even speak when he was talking to you again, asking you if you were okay, if it felt good. All you could do was nod.

But then Shinji was grabbing your cheeks again, forcing you to look at him. "Pretty girl, are you sure you're okay?" He panted. "Can you talk to me?"

"M'ok - ay." You were staring at him, but to him there seemed to be no one home. It was both worrying him and making that coil inside of him ready to snap, knowing that you were in your most vulnerable state right now and that he was the one who got you there.

"Are you gonna cum again?" He was asking too many questions. You whined in response. Of course you were going to.

He was slamming into you viciously, chasing his own high. It was so painful that it felt good, and your pleasure was making you see stars, in pure bliss knowing that you were at his mercy completely.

"I can't hold it anymore," he groaned into your neck. "Fucking clamping down on me like that! You close?"

"Yes!" You squealed, your body squirming like a rag doll beneath his.

He wrapped his long fingers around your neck, still pinning one of your knees up by your head, while he roughly and determinedly thrusted into you, chasing both of your highs with vigor. You were surprised by how good it felt, having him choke you lightly and stretch you to your breaking point. Moments later, you were spasming on him, choking out a high-pitched whine while he fucked your orgasm out of you. His quickly followed, and you watched in a lovesick state as he shuddered and convulsed over you, dick twitching inside of you before he hurriedly pulled out to release himself on your stomach.

He took a minute to admire his work, catching his breath and observing your limp body. "Stay put," he huffed, exhausted. "I'll go get something to clean you up."

Shinji gently wiped his juices from your stomach before joining you back in the bed, sighing contentedly and tossing his head back against the pillow. You were both silent until you were able to breathe normally again. Your eyes were fluttering closed before shooting back open, desperately trying to stay awake to get more time with him.

"So," he began awkwardly and uncertainly, surprising you. He was never awkward, always the cocky and confident one. You looked to him with concern, wondering what he seemed so nervous about. "This wasn't like - a one time thing - right?"

Sometimes, with how bold and loud and unafraid he was, you forgot that Shinji got insecure too, that he was human, just the same as you. It made your heart melt, getting to see this other side of him, having him be vulnerable with you. It was a different kind of intimacy than the one you just experienced, but was just as meaningful, if not more.

You turned on your side to fully face him, reaching out to stroke his bicep lovingly. "Shinji, I know I was being drunk and stupid earlier when I told you I liked you, but I really meant it," you told him softly. "I don't want this to be a one time thing, do you?"

"Hell no." He managed a grin. "I really like you too."

"Okay, good," you giggled. "I was actually hoping we could do more than this," you confessed timidly.

"More." Shinji smiled lazily at you. "Like sharing meals and waking up next each other?"

"Yeah." You held your breath.

"I'd like that," he agreed, eyes full of adoration. "We can start now." He pulled you to his chest. "With you staying the night."

Now you let your eyes fluttered closed, cheek pressed to his warm skin as you hummed contentedly against him. You'd have more time with him tomorrow, and if you were lucky, every day after that. You snuggled up to him, and he squished you in, holding you tightly and protectively now that he had you completely in his snare.

"Goodnight, Shinji."

"Goodnight, angel." He kissed your forehead. "Sweet dreams."

As you drifted off to sleep in his hold, you reminisced on the unfolding events of the night. Maybe it wasn't such a bad habit, getting drunk and doing stuff you regretted, or maybe this was just one instance you didn't regret.

TW: smut ♡

Shinji Hirako is not a fan of PDA...

Surprisingly, given how loud, shameless and unapologetic he was, Shinji was the type who very seldom showed his affection for you in front of others. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't ashamed or embarrassed of his love for you by any means, and he wasn't afraid to beckon you by a subtle pet name or perform a sweet act of service while others watched. He just had a thing about not laying his hands on you, not showing any PDA because he didn't "need perverts or weirdos watching him be intimate with you." He claimed it was more special to have you all to himself, that he didn't want others to even begin to imagine you in that way.

You had no reason not to believe him, not with how stark the contrast was when you were alone. You had never met a man as handsy or as clingy as Shinji. You never needed him to wrap an arm around you or hold your hand in public because he gave you so much physical affection in private that sometimes you welcomed the chance to get some space from him.

Behind closed doors, Shinji was always touching you - holding your hand, running his fingers through your hair, caressing your back, squishing your cheeks...

Slapping your ass, squeezing your thighs, fondling your breasts, kissing, licking, and biting any and every part of you - he left no part of you unexplored, knowing your body probably better than you did.

He had been gone all day today, ever the busy man as a Captain now, and you were losing your mind craving his touch. When he finally returned, shrugging off his robes and finding his way to you, you melted into him, welcoming his wandering hands with a tired, needy sigh.

"Oh?" He laughed, reading your body language perfectly as you curved into him and arched under his caress, much like a cat seeking its owner's affection. "Did you miss me today, sweet thing?"

"So much," you pouted. "I'm so happy you're here now." You snuggled against his slender frame as his hands traveled high and low, petting your hair before grabbing a handful of your ass.

"You're too cute." He grinned down at you mischievously. "I should really get a shower. You wanna join me, doll?"

You nodded eagerly, excitedly following him to the bathroom and wasting no time getting undressed with him. Stepping under the hot water was like heaven, even more so when he was against you again, hugging you from behind and pressing kisses into the side of your head. You wished every moment could be like this, warm and content and full of affection. You leaned into him, trying to appreciate the present while you could.

It didn't take long for his fingers to slip between your thighs, playing with your bundle of nerves while he hardened behind you, and as he expertly toyed with your body, you found it easier and easier to remain in the moment. Your knees weakened beneath you. You willed strength back into your legs, spreading them apart further to both ground yourself and to give Shinji easier access. He slipped one finger inside you, and with his other hand, another into your mouth. You greedily sucked him in at both ends, clenching and moaning around his slender digits.

"Such a good little thing for me," he praised. "I missed you too you know," he groaned into your ear. "Missed this pretty little mouth and this tight little pussy."

You hummed contentedly and drooled around his finger, eyes rolling back into your head as he twisted and curled his other obscenely long finger in and out before adding another.

You were sure of it, his large hands were made for touching you, for pumping in and out of you, and for holding you and protecting you, squeezing and hugging you. You began to get emotional thinking about it, about him, and about how grateful you were for your physically affectionate boyfriend, even if you didn't always say so.

You sobbed around his finger, and your body convulsed with the sudden onslaught of emotion, making him pull it out to grab your jaw, turning your chin to look at him. "Everything okay?" He checked in, nearly gasping when he saw hot tears gliding out of your eyes.

"I'm okay," you laughed through the tears. "I just love you so much." Your lip wobbled, the admission, reminding you of the explosion of affection and emotion in your chest. You sobbed again.

Shinji didn't stop pumping in and out of you, but at your fragile state, he softened, brows furrowing as he kissed your tears away and cooed to you, "baby, oh my sweet baby. Don't you know I love you more?"

You shook your head at him, the steamy shower cascading down and mixing with your tears in such a sweet way it made Shinji's heart - and cock - swell. "No way," you told him.

"Yeah way," he disagreed. "Let me show you, please?"

You fought against him, shaking your head again as his fingers slid in and out of your walls at a faster pace, thumping against your sweet spot each time. It felt impossible to take, to hold yourself up. "Shin - Shinji!"

"Will you cum for me? Make a mess all over my fingers? Come on, doll, show me just how much you love me."

You cried out and whined loudly without fear, your sounds muffled only when his finger was back inside your mouth for you to suck on. Your mind was blank, aside from your intense love for him and his touch, a whirlwind of feelings that were only to be experienced, never explained. You let that, along with the overwhelming heat of the running water to carry you along. Having done this many times before, the master of your body, mind and soul, Shinji easily pulled an orgasm from you, talking you through it and holding you up when you no longer had the strength to do so yourself. You trembled in his arms, shaking in the aftermath, and he began to lather you with soap and water as if you were fine china, poised to break if he didn't handle you with the utmost care.

When he finished massaging body gel into your skin, you tried to return the favor, but he refused to allow it, hurriedly washing up so that he could pull a towel around you and whisk you off to the bedroom. He dried himself only after toweling you off, and pulled the comforter over your naked bodies, only to have his hands on you again, tracing shapes and words into your bare flesh.

You fell asleep that way, in his arms, under his touch, and woke up without ever having separated from him. When another one of the Captains came to his door for something that day, it went back to business as usual. He remained apart from you, throwing you a cheeky grin as a reminder of what he's done to you, what he could do to you, and what he will do to you - later, when you were alone again. It made you snicker when the captain made a comment about never having seen the two of you kiss, remarking that Shinji must've been a lousy lover.

"He's far from lousy," you defended before your boyfriend could, smiling sweetly. "We prefer to keep intimate matters private," you explained in Shinji's own words, feeling smug when you watched his face transform with surprise, amusement, and pride. "Wouldn't want any perverts or weirdos watching what he does to me, now would I?"