It’s The 10th In Japan, So Happy Birthday To My Ex~

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Danny Johnson they could never make me hate you

“Stop everything, I'm ovulating!”

Breeding kink: Kenpachi, Shunsui, Shinji, Grimmjow

Short imagines!

This is based on this smau by @kenpachissluut Thanks for the collab! 

Warning: Breeding kink alert! Mostly smut. Some soft fluff with Shinji inspired by @darthwhorecrux

Kenpachi x female reader

Of course, Kenpachi is not good with directions. Knowing him, he probably got lost getting to you. 

But for once, he didn't! 

“Wow wow. Hold on! How did you get here so fast? You didn't turn a bad corner?” you asked as he stormed into the barracks, leaving a trail of intense reiatsu behind. And Reiatsu wasn't the only thing leaking from him.

“Tch. Not when I got this thing telling me where to go”. He proudly flashed you his phone screen, the navigation system had mapped out his route. 

You had been begging him to use the navigation function for a while now. Funny how a little change in your hormones was a big motivator to try something new.

You have now arrived at your destination. 

That destination is your wet dripping pussy. 

“Not yet I haven't”, he grinned, his dick aching in his pants. 

He turned off the phone, not wanting any more disturbance while he mated mindlessly with his partner tonight. He was on a mission to knock you up. The scent of your hormones was already making him feral. 

Before you were brought down to your knees by his spiritual pressure, he unexpectedly lifted you off the ground and threw you on his shoulder like a towel. He carried you to his small room, walls so thin that everyone in the barracks was made aware it was that time of the month. Breeding season for these two animals.

As promised, his fat cock did not leave your pussy all night. He pumped you full of seed until you overflowed. And when his tank ran dry, he fucked you with his fingers to push back all the cum that was dripping down your ass and thighs.

You were left sore, covered in bruises with an achy back and another broken bed. 

“Ikkaku is going to flip when I ask for another new bed. Next time we should do it on the floor or outside”, you suggested. 

He was quiet for a moment as he lay beside you, his giant palm resting on your bare belly. 

“I don't think there will be a next time, princess”. 

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Shunsui x female reader

Shunsui tripped not once, not twice but several times. Not sure why, but he found it hard to run down the stairs while sporting an erection, the hard thick membrane smacking between his thighs because he refused to wear a loincloth. 

“Just set it free, petal. Go commando for me. I'll do the same”. The pervert had wrapped you up in his fetishes and you shamelessly obliged because you were no better.

You were coming back from lunch and your phone sent you a reminder that today was the day. It explained why you felt so wet and needy for your man. A quick text remedied that problem. 

Granted that he was the Head Captain, you were excused from your duties for the rest of the day. You were the closest to what you would call ‘home’. Being the first to arrive, you planned to take a quick bath and wash off the day’s filth.

As you reached for the front door, he suddenly appeared behind you, his hand landing gently on top of yours.

“You weren’t planning to take a bath, were you, petal?” he asked, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel the warmth of his breath tickling your eardrum.

It was a hot day. You were sweaty, hot and bothered. “I stink….”, you tried to explain but he placed a finger against your lips to silence you.

“And wash away that natural fragrance? Even the rain can ruin a beautifully bloomed flower, stripping away that natural essence that drives a man insane”.

Even his pick-up, poetic lines were perverted. It made you cringe and he hurried you inside the house. 

Clothes were flying all over the place, with no undergarments in sight, consequently, making access quick and easy.

Usually, Shunsui would take his time with you, make the most out of foreplay and have you cum and squirt on his tongue several times before he rewarded your pussy with his cock.

But when he was crunched for time, he got right down to business. And he fucked you in every which way, stuffing your womb full of his seed with no breaks inbetween. He had lost his sensual touch— nothing romantic about being folded into a mating press and his dick drilling cum into you like a jackhammer pounding the surface. 

His phone rang several times as duty called for Mr. Head Captain. He could never break free from the responsibilities that weighed on him.

Except, what could possibly be more important right now other than impregnating his sweet, ripe flower that is ready to bear his fruit?!

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Shinji x female reader

“Where is she? Come on, doll. Don't ya play hide ‘n seek with me ”, he yelled as soon as he stormed into the house. He was hoping to pounce on you the moment he entered the front door.

Sick, my ass. Pretty poor excuse for a Captain— especially one who’s supposed to lead by example.

You had already showered and decided to spice things up and wear his favourite lingerie. Not that you need any more spicing up. As soon as you said you were ovulating, his dick did a little dance in his pants, while in the middle of a meeting. Yup. Grateful for those baggy wide pants.

“Every second counts. Don't ya make it hard fer me or else….”, came his eager warning. 

He found you in the bedroom, ready for the marathon that was to cum.

To say he almost fucked your brains out was an understatement. There even came a point he fucked you vertically— your shoulders pinned firmly to the mattress while your waist, pelvis and ass bounced in mid-air with each thrust, thighs resting on his shoulders as anchors. Why work against gravity when you can depend on it?

Once he filled up the tank that was your womb, he made sure to keep your pelvic bowl elevated by propping your hips up on a stack of pillows.

“You know it doesn't work like that”, you tried to explain, knowing exactly what he was trying to achieve. 

“Ya ya. Jus’ wanna see you hold all my load inside. Kinda hot”, he grinned.

You reach out with your grabby two hands and clench onto his short blond bob.

“Ow ow…whatcha doin’ that fer. Ease up”, he winced at the tug of his hair. 

“Just want to see how our future kid will look like”, you smiled and held up two little pigtails tightly between your fists. “Adorable”. 

“Ya really wanna girl?”

“No. But I know you do”. 

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Grimmjow x female reader

It was way past midnight when he finally arrived. 

Grimmjow was right. Aizen could sense the urgency and he wasn't going to let the Espada have his way. So he dragged the meeting longer than necessary and even had Grimmjow go on a little side mission to eat up his time.

Grimmjow tried to be quick. Unfortunately, time waits for no one. Neither does your precious egg. 

The window of opportunity was gone.

Grimmjow was not in a good mood when he stepped into your bedroom. You were already asleep. He could smell the faint scent of your sweet arousal still lingering in the air. He spotted your panties in a pile of unwashed clothes on the ground. He picked them up and brought them close to his face, giving them a deep inhale.

They were still warm and wet. Despite being in a grumpy mood, he was able to get himself hard from sniffing your panties. It was a filthy habit of his. And you encouraged it by purposefully leaving unwashed panties for him to discover. 

Once he had his fill, he dropped the panties to the side and walked around the bed. He watched you sleeping while curled up in a ball. You were out of the blankets because your body temperature was slightly elevated due to the hormonal shift. Even though he missed his chance, he still wanted to pound you hard. His cock was throbbing and there was still that lingering scent that captivated his senses. 

He sat beside you on the bed and grabbed your dominant hand by the wrist. He leaned forward and gave your fingers a quick lick. Well, the licking turned into sucking and soon you were wide awake with two fingers in his mouth.

“What the hell? What am I, your dinner?”, you asked, trying to pry your hand away before he did sink his fangs into them.

“Look who's talkin’. Had some fun without me?”, he narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip around your wrist.

“Hey! Not my fault I helped myself. You were taking so damn long and I was horny”, you explained without struggling. 

“Fuck. Blame that bastard Aizen”, he clenched his jaw and ground his teeth. He was beyond stressed.

You noticed his hard erection poking against the side of your thigh. 

“You found my little present?”, you asked, trying to ease his tension.

“Hell yeah! Fuck I almost came sniffing that shit. It's like a drug. So can we fuck?”

“Babe! Since when do you ask to fuck?”

And with that statement, he is already pulling your clothes off you.

“Right. Right. Dicks going in. Gonna fuck ya full and plug ya up until your next heat”, he grinned. He quickly pulled off his pants and settled between your legs, where he would dwell for the next few hours. 

You roll your eyes, feeling your insides stretch open to make space for his invading fat cock. Now if you told him your fingers didn't feel as good as him, how far will his ego bloat?

"Smartasses get killed. We always see to that." - The Legion

☾ MASTERLIST ☾

Various writings and video edits for various fandoms, mostly anime :)

♡ indicates smut (IF YOU ARE A MINOR, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY BLOG!!!)

Bleach

Shinji Hirako

Shinji Hirako is not a fan of PDA ♡ Drunkenly confessing your crush ♡ Ass or Tits? (not quite smut but smut adjacent) Shinji doesn't get jealous...or does he? ♡ Shinji taking care of sleepy reader (not quite smut but smut adjacent) Shinji comforts reader after a nightmare Having a child with Shinji Shinji using a pick-up line on you at the bar ♡ Shinji noticing your bruises (not quite smut but smut adjacent) Girl Dad Shinji (Having a child with Shinji Part II) A late night dance with jazz club owner Shinji Shinji's birthday drabble (not quite smut but smut adjacent)

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Grimmjow can't stand you ♡ Protective Grimmjow

Kisuke Urahara

Sitting on his face ♡ Friends with benefits angst (not quite smut but smut adjacent)

Dead by Daylight

Frank Morrison/Legion

Waiting for him at the end of a trial ♡

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo

First Time ♡

Toji Fushiguro

Body Image Comfort (not quite smut but smut adjacent at the end)

Mob Psycho 100

Reigen Arataka, GREATEST PSYCHIC OF THE 21ST CENTURY

Anxiety Comfort Valentine's Day ♡

Video Edits (Multifandom)

Anime Multi-character - Kisuke Urahara and Satoru Gojo x Shabba

Attack on Titan - Multi-character x Go Again

Black Clover - Multi-character x My Sword

Bleach - Grimmjow x Girl You Loud

Bleach - Multi-character x Gimme That

Bleach - Ichigo Kurosaki x Fantasize

Bleach - Ichigo Kurosaki x Heavyweight

Bleach - Shinji Hirako x The Lost Soul Down

Dead by Daylight - Frank Morrison/Legion x Uprising

Dead by Daylight - Ghostface x Adding

Dead by Daylight - Ghostface x Sins (let me in)

Death Note - Mello and Misa x Fashion

Ghostface (Scream and DBD) - Love Potions

Jujutsu Kaisen - Multi-character Shibuya Incident x Wherever I May Roam

Jujutsu Kaisen - Multi-character x See You Assholes Later

Jujutsu Kaisen - Satoru Gojo and Toji Fushiguro x Heavyweight

Jujutsu Kaisen - Sukuna x 500lbs

Jujutsu Kaisen - Sukuna x Flawless (Guitar Remix)

Jujutsu Kaisen - Sukuna x Vamp Anthem (DIABOLIK Remix)

Jujutsu Kaisen - Toji Fushiguro x Love Potions

Mob Psycho 100 - Dimple, Mob, and Reigen x Love Me Instrumental

Mob Psycho 100 - Reigen Arataka x P Power Instrumental

Mob Psycho 100 - Reigen Arataka x Superman

Mob Psycho 100 - Reigen Arataka x Take a Look at My Boyfriend

Scary Movie - Ghostface x Heavyweight

Slashers (Multi-movie and multi-character) - Die

(Not that I always haven't been) but I am hyperfixating on Shinji HEAVY lately

And I just had a couple of martinis there is so much shiz I am about to post about my glorious king YAYYYYYYYY ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

The sound is me whenever I see him

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

⿻ CHASING THE FORGOTTEN ⿻

Grimmjow 𓏴 Cop f.Reader 𓏴 Shūhei Hisagi

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⿻ Warning: No minors, explicit smut, p0rn with plot, modern au, handcuffs, hair pulling, slut calling, condom sex, condom breaking, oral (giving), vaginal sex only, threesome, reader with memory loss, reader called princess, reader and Shuhei are cops. Not 100% proofread yet.

⿻ Summary: Officer Shuhei likes you. Grimmjow knows you. Your memories are scattered because of a previous car accident. But Grinmjow, the detainee, knows exactly how to unlock those lost memories. Shuhei can't just sit around and watch, so he lends a ‘dick’.

Tags: @kryptoniteforsale @whitefoxfiction @darthwhorecrux @ninaskylight

Monday morning.

Who was stupid enough to cause a ruckus this early in the morning, especially under watchful eyes of the morning crowd. Aren't the trouble makers still in bed after a night of wreaking havoc? It's exactly the reason why you avoided the night shift— too much action for you. 

And you have yet to finish your morning coffee.

You navigate the inner city roads, observing the morning rush-hour traffic while sipping some strong coffee. It’s bitter, but it sharpens your senses. You are going to need every ounce of your wits for your next target.

The car radio in your cruiser alerts you of the recent uproar and you just happen to be the lucky officer close enough to the commotion. 

“We got two adult males, in their mid to late 20’s, causing some scene near the city center. You are the closest to the scene, so go take a look. No weapons or injuries reported”, came the familiar voice of the dispatcher, Nanao Ise.

You head to the location marked on your GPS. It was in the local business sector and it didn't take long for you to spot the crowd that had gathered to witness the show in a side alleyway.

The alleyway is narrow for your car to squeeze through, so you hop out without signaling. You planned to be discreet as possible because you did not want the perpetrators to flee. You walk towards the crowd that had gathered around the main event. You quietly stand behind, observing and assessing the situation. 

Two adult males are at the center, trading bare punches. Around them, tickets are exchanged, and informal bets are placed as spectators cheer and wager on the outcome. You let out a quiet sigh—this just turned from a street brawl into an organized illegal fight. The case just got a whole lot more complicated.

You focus your attention back at the fighters. One was well put together and had short, bright orange hair that reminded you of the sunset sky. The other looked a little rough around the edges, bright blue hair and alluring blue eyes. The second one looked more feral, more dangerous and more familiar. 

Your eyes focus on the blue haired one a lot longer than you anticipated. That hair and those eyes? Total animal-kingdom vibes. Like those colorful poisonous animals that scream ‘I’m toxic’ just by existing.

You decided to take a step back and request for backup. But a loud mouth civilian decided to blow your cover.

“A cop!!!”, the fool yelled before he scurried away like a mouse. 

You had to act fast. At least capture one of the offenders. You ran past the crowd that was now quickly dispersing in different directions. You grabbed the portable walkie-talkie radio while running towards the fighters. “Requesting for backup!”, you yelled into the radio. 

As you pushed closer to the heart of the chaos, you realized the orange-haired man had already fled. Surprisingly, the blue haired man just stood there, teeth grinding and fists clenched into a ball, ready to burst a vein in his forehead.

“Fuck, Ichigo! Get your ass back here! We ain't done, damn it!”, he yelled, oblivious to your presence. 

You slowly grabbed your cuffs from your utility belt and quickly placed them around his left wrist. 

Click.

“What tha-!” His head snapped around, drawn by some instinct. His eyes narrowed, trying to catch a glimpse of you. He was still flustered, thrown off by the fact that he’d let his guard down.

“You're under arrest!”, you boldly declared, although he overshadowed you in height and strength. Your heart was racing with the danger looming. That backup better arrive fast in case he turned violent.

He gave you a challenge with his right hand, trying to pull himself away. You continued to persist and swung your leg under him, causing him to topple forward. He lost balance and crashed forward, landing hard on his stomach.

“Ya playing dirty. Fight fairly!”, he challenged you after you finally wrestled his right hand into the handcuffs. The way you moved and tackled him, it mirrored his own fighting style.

“I’m not fighting. I’m catching a criminal”, you corrected him, plopping onto his back to catch your breath. He put up a struggle, and consequently, you felt a twinge in your lower back. 

“Get off me! You lookin’ for a fight or somethin’?” He kept struggling and squirming beneath you. He didn’t know when to give up, and it was getting on your nerves.

You slid a hand behind his head, feeling his beautiful blue hair slipping through your fingers—then shoved his face into the dirty pavement.

“Do you not understand your situation? Either you are brave or just plain stupid. Or both”. You lift up his face, dirt caked on the side of his face. There is definitely something familiar about this man. Your brain struggled to piece together scattered memories, scrambled and lost after the car accident last year.

Not long after, your backup arrives. You hear footsteps approaching, echoing through the now-deserted alleyway. Just a minute ago, the alley had been the epicenter of an illegal fighting and gambling ring.

“Made yourself comfortable?”, your partner joked. 

“Shut it, Shuhei. I think I sprained my back wrestling him”. You played up the mild ache, hoping to earn some sympathy from your partner.

“And you let the other guy get away? How can you be so careless?”Officer Shuhei scowled, his face tightening. He took his job way too seriously and did not appreciate any shortcomings.

He expected you to handle a two-against-one situation by yourself? That’s exactly why backup was requested! Shuhei took a few steps forward, and something interesting caught the corner of his eye.

“Get up”, he ordered you. It was obvious who was the senior officer in charge.

“What? Worried about his back but not mine?” you let him have a fake pout. You were the playful type, always provoking him, testing his patience.

Before he dragged you off him, you quickly got up from the man’s back. Shuhei squatted down and ran his hand under the detainee’s shirt. 

“Hey! That’s harassment!” you warned him, though you knew he was just conducting a simple body search for weapons or drugs.

Shuhei didn't entertain you. Instead, he lifted the guy's shirt up to reveal a number 6 tattoo on his back.

“Things just got interesting,” he said, examining the etched number on the culprit’s back.

You stood behind Shuhei, your gaze tracing the elegant font on his back, and a quiet nostalgia stirred in your chest.

“No shit!”

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After a quick 10-minute drive through the city, you arrived at the station. As you stepped out of the car, Shuhei pulled in behind you in his own cruiser. He walked towards you while you stood there, holding the back door wide open.

“He ain’t budging”, you explained your predicament. Throwing him in the car was easy. Dragging him out was going to be a struggle. 

“Did you at least get his name?” Shuhei asked, glancing at the man in the backseat, who looked annoyed and frustrated.

“Grimmjow. He didn’t hesitate to tell me that much.” 

Grimmjow definitely recognized you but hadn’t said much during the car ride. He was saving the fun for later.

“Alright, Grimmjow, get out,” Shuhei warned, his voice more authoritative than yours. 

Authoritative or not, Grimmjow didn't give a shit.

You were just about ready to head into the station to call for more backup—until you realized all the cruisers were gone. There was no one around to help, and you didn’t want to wrestle with the man again, even though it felt like you had done it several times before.

After a few years on the job, you knew exactly how to draw him out. Negotiation. It was like coaxing a kitten from hiding—you just had to offer the right bait for them to bite.

“Listen, Grimmjow”. His name lit up your brain and tickled the tip of your tongue, as if you had chanted his name countless times before. “If you make this easy for us, we will make it easy for you. We just want to ask a few questions and get you the help you need”, you explained while pointing to the cuts on his knuckles. You didn’t recover any weapons at the scene, so the injury was probably from throwing raw punches at each other.

Grimmjow gave you a side glance and flashed you a cocky grin. “Hah. Ya think I’m stupid? A little cut ain’t gonna kill me.”

“No. Maybe not. But it might get infected and that might kill you”, you persisted, but he didn't bite.

He shuffled in the back seat and turned his back to you. For a moment, you thought he was about to slide out of the car. Instead, he flashed his middle finger, the chains rattling as his wrists strained to extend the digit.

Shuhei was ready to step in, but you placed a hand in front of him. You had another bait to toss.

“We’ll find the other guy you were fighting and give you another swing at him? You want that, don't you?” you offered. For some reason, you carried this predetermined vision of him—a fighter whose pride meant more than his life, although his instinct for survival came naturally.

You seemed to hit the mark with that suggestion because Grimmjow's posture and attitude completely changed. He finally dragged his butt out of the car seat and stepped onto the pavement. He cranked his neck to the side, and you heard a few sharp pops from his joints— an attempt to look intimidating. 

Shuhei led everyone into an interrogation room. A few mismatched chairs and a beat-up desk sat beneath flickering fluorescent lights bright enough to trigger a seizure. The white walls were chipped and peeling, scarred by the countless scuffles that had played out within that confined space.

Grimmjow plopped down on the chair and leaned back, the cold metal cuffs digging into his spine. He sat like the world owed him something—legs spread, head tilted back slightly, a cocky smirk just teasing the corner of his lips. He could’ve been raising hell right now, but a certain gorgeous cop had caught his attention, and it lifted up his spirits.

During the ride to the station, he couldn't help but stare at the back of your head and the side of your face. Through the smudged plexiglass barrier, he was able to recognize you but the question was, did you recognize him? He was yet to become aware of your missing memories. 

Although a very dominating creature himself, he found your commanding authority tickled his loins. And the way he occupied the chair as his personal throne, he shamelessly didn't hide the fact that he had an erection slowly building and erecting up a visible tent.

Shuhei was in no position to notice the act of profanity unfolding just beyond his sight. His face was buried behind a laptop, fingers racing across the keyboard as he scavenged for more information on the detained man and his gang.

Your eyes couldn’t avoid the obvious. With his hands tightly bound behind his back, he made no effort to hide his excitement—nor did he have any intention to do so.

Your eyes widened with shock and disbelief. You watched the clothed erect grow and expand as soon as you made eye contact with it. You looked up at Grimmjow who gave you a silent immodest grin, inviting you to come closer.

Perhaps he had a kink for female cops? Or maybe he got off on getting handcuffed by one? 

You gave Shuhei a quick side glance to see if he saw what you saw but he was very much preoccupied with the task of finding any dirt on Grimmjow, even though the dirt was quite visible at this point. 

Once Shuhei locked onto an assignment, the whole world around him became invisible. Not very cop-like of him. You, on the other hand, were always on high alert and aware of your surroundings. That was how a certain trainer had trained you, his words ingrained in your fractured memories: “Don’t ya let them get the upper hand by getting all distracted. Stay on guard, react on instincts and don't ya dare overthink”.

Instead of taking the seat behind the desk next to Shuhei, you broke protocol and decided to entertain this man who was staring at you as if you were his next meal, luring you with his hungry gaze.

You circled the table and slid onto it, seating yourself directly across from Grimmjow—only an arm’s length away. The space between you was narrow, risky. If he decided to headbutt you, it wouldn’t end well. However, the hostility he had shown early had dissipated. He appeared more calm and needy. His growing erection was sending out mixed messages and you were growing intrigued and alarmingly aroused.

“You forgot me already, princess?” He spoke, his voice a few decibels lower, just enough to keep the conversation out of Shuhei’s earshot.

“Call me officer”. You paused, biting your bottom lip as you searched through your memories. The way he called your princess was taking you somewhere you've been before. A gym?

Grimmjow leaned forward with his torso, the cuffs rattling with each movement. With every movement he made, your guard should have been up. But instead, you found yourself leaning in, drawn closer, as if he had an absurd secret to share.

“So you did forget me? I trained ya at the gym years ago. Before ya took the damn police exam. Come now, princess. You wont have a job if it wasnt for me. Be a little fuck’n grateful”. If you thought that cocky grin couldn’t get any wider—well, there it was, smeared across his face, practically helping you piece together those fragmented memories you were so desperate to retrieve.

Realization sucker punched you hard in the gut. You recognized him as that hot personal trainer who worked with you for three months straight. And one day he just disappeared, though not before breaking your heart and steering you into a relationship that had only just begun to blossom.

Luckily, you had moved on and the car accident was a blessing on top as you had completely forgotten about this man’s existence, sparing your heart from further angst.

“Oh yes. I didn't recognize you earlier. Hit my head hard a year ago”, you explained, although you didn't owe him an explanation. Unfortunately, after retrieving those lost memories, the suppressed feelings that accompanied those memories were also resurfacing.

“Well then, I didn't train ya hard enough”. He didn't like the fact that his former student had succumbed to such brutal injuries— it bruised his pride as a trainer. And though he struggled to show it, there was a hint of concern beneath the surface.

“It wasn't a physical altercation. My car rolled over”, you clarified.

Grimmjow leaned back on the chair, his erection ready for some attention.

“So what else do ya not remember?”, he challenged your memories.

All you could recall was throwing punches and kicks for 3 months to prepare for the entrance exam. There was some build up of emotional tension but before things got serious he had disappeared. Unless….

You gulped a dry lump in your throat. It felt like you just swallowed a million glass shards. 

Grimmjow could tell he caught you in a net he laid out. “That’s right, princess. You remember it, don't ya”, he whispered, egging on your imagination.

You shook your head in full denial. There was no way you would forget getting banged by your hot personal trainer. That's like a classic porn scene coming to life. Yet, you can't recall doing anything indecent with this man.

“Gym went under? So you went to the streets?” Pushing aside your racing thoughts, you continue with the investigation. 

But he wasn't ready to let it go.

“Nah. Still got the gym. Just found another hobby” he answered you out loud, but quickly dropped to a soft whisper. “Don't ya think ya should give me a hand here? Maybe it will jog up some more memories”.

You look stunned at his suggestion. “What is this new hobby? Illegal fighting? Drugs? Gangs?” Your eyes slowly fell back to his erection, realizing it must be getting uncomfortably tight in there. “You're on your own with that”, you whispered back. With your body temperature rising, you removed your hat and set it aside. 

“Gang, yes. Drugs, No. I hate that shit”. His eyes slowly travelled up and down your body, undressing you with his leering eyes. “You sure about that? It's reacting to you after all”. 

You glanced to the side—luckily, Shuhei was still buried deep in his search, fingers typing up a storm. The clatter of keys muffled the soft whispers you exchanged with the man you once knew. “You really think we believe you? If it's not drugs, how else does your gang make money?” You extend your leg and press the sole of your well polished shoe up against his crotch. 

“I ain't telling you how I make a living. And it ain't pimping”, he grinned, feeling the friction of your shoes up against his clothed erection, making his dick twitch from the firm pressure. “That’s it, princess. You know just how I like it”, he encouraged you, leaning back on his chair to indulge himself under your touch. 

None of this was triggering any flashbacks of moments you might’ve shared outside of training. You gave Shuhei one last glance before making your next calculated move.

There was a pen lying on the table beside you. You gently swipe your hand across the table, taking the pen with you, guiding it accidentally off the table. “Opps”. And with that, you gracefully hop off, careful not to jolt the table and snap Shuhei back to reality that was about to unfold. 

As you gathered the pen off the floor, your other hand settled firmly on Grimmjow’s crotch, feeling the outline of his length under your palm. You palmed him good, making sure the tent was indeed from his cock and not a fold in his pants. You slowly unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, fumbling a little as you tried to one hand it. After a failed struggle, you held the pen between your lips and made use of both hands to set him free. It was hard to hide the eagerness in your trembling hands. 

Your heart is racing. Your body is reacting. His cock was free but ironically the owner wasn't. You are on your knees and looking up at him— that cocky grin was still there, celebrating his victory. He couldn't believe he was about to receive a blow job by a cop while in handcuffs.

You remove the pen from between your lips to free up your salivating mouth. 

He swallowed his initial reaction, feeling your warm breath around the sensitive tip. Your nervous hands wrapped around the base of his cock and you took in all the details, from the shape to the texture, the length and the girth. 

“Maybe a little taste will jog up that memory”, a soft whisper that came from above.

You cast one last glance over your shoulder, catching only a glimpse of Shuhei’s legs beneath the desk—his shoes tapping out a steady rhythm. What was he even trying to find? A biography on this man? You've seen your partner work hours on end without losing focus. Knowing that, you felt gutsy to continue on with your pursuit— searching for your missing memories. 

Your soft lips wrapped around the swollen red tip, your plush mouth was soothing to the raw, dry shaft. You took your time to savor the feeling, the entire length fit so perfectly in your starving mouth. Did it jog any memories? No. Did it awaken ‘urges and desires’ for this man that might have been suppressed for years? Sure, let’s call it that.

Grimmjow, well known for his impatience and destructive attitude, was moving rather carefully and discreetly, keeping things low-key, all the while fighting the primal impulse to thrash his hips wildly at your face. Regardless of his approach, it was only a matter of time before Shuhei made his appearance.

With a mouthful of fresh precum, you had completely lost yourself in the act, letting your guard drop entirely.

Suddenly, it hit you—the clicking and tapping of keys had stopped. You weren’t sure when, but the room had fallen completely silent. The only thing you could hear was your heart thumping against your ribcage and speeding up with each passing second. 

Grimmjow noticed Shuhei had finally pulled away from the laptop screen and glanced in his direction. Despite this, Grimmjow made no effort to end the obscene situation. This was a rare moment, an opportunity if you must call it, he could not let slip from your lips.

Shuhei had noticed you were missing, the wide table shielding you and your indecent, unprofessional conduct. He heard some muffled slurps and suction sounds. He paused and held his breath. He looked into Grimmjow’s blue eyes, the man’s pupils were dilated as if he was riding a blissful wave.

The moment you realized you had an audience, it was too late. You took so much pride in keeping up your guard, yet it had faltered for a brief moment, thanks to those ‘urges and desires’.

Before you got a chance to pull Grimmjow out of your mouth, Shuhei had already grabbed both your hands by the wrist and shackled them behind your back. 

Once your hands were secured, Shuhei squatted down to your level and parted some of your dishevelled hair out of your pretty face. He had to witness that slutty face stuffed with a fat cock that wasn't his.

“And what the hell are you doing? Officer L/N?”, he asked, his voice calm but commanding. 

You tried to pull Grimmjow out of your mouth but struggled. Shuhei had you pinned, his hand firm on the back of your head, keeping you bowed in silent humiliation.

“Sucking my dick. Can't ya see?” Grimmjow happily answered for you considering your mouth was preoccupied. The less he spoke, the better because it wasn't doing you any favors. 

“I can see that. But why? Shoving a random filthy street rat’s dick down your throat. Are you sure you want a disease?”Shuhei continued with his guilt trip and also took a jab at Grimmjow. 

“What ya call me?”, Grimmjow shot daggers at the other officer, quite obvious they had become rivals. 

“A street rat. Or maybe you are a stray cat? Either way… it's a filthy dick”. 

“What? You jealous mine’s getting sucked on and your’s ain't?”

As the two exchanged insults at each other, you almost passed out from choking on Grimmjow’s cock that had been jammed so deep down your throat for a good few minutes. 

With a steely glare still locked onto his opponent, Shuhei finally set you free and tugged on the back of your hair to pull you away from your misery.

You gasped for air, coughed hard as the lungs inflated with fresh oxygen, a string of saliva still connected your lips with the tip of his throbbing cock. 

Grimmjow let out an animalistic growl, overwhelmed by the instinct to claw at the male officer for stealing his mate, even though his hands were bound. And let's not ignore the fact that he had no claws. Not in this universe.

Shuhei looked at you with disappointment. Not only did his heart just get crushed, but you gave him the slut vibes.

“I… I can explain. We know each other”, you tried to save your face and reputation. That perfect, innocent cop image completely shattered right before Shuhei’s eyes.

Your eyes darted towards Grimmjow, making eye contact with the sexually frustrated man, hoping he would say his part. 

“Ya we know each other. We go way back. Was helping jog up that memory with my dick”, Grimmjow winked at you. 

Not exactly what you wanted him to say. But what else did you expect to come out of his untamed mouth? That's all on you. 

“No explanation needed. You want some dick? Let’s give you some dick, you slutty cop!” Shuhei could not hold off his anger any longer. He was frustrated waiting for you. Honestly, it was his fault for never making a move all these years, hiding behind the excuse of being ‘professional’. His uptight, well-disciplined ass cost him his love. Normally, he did not break rules. But today, rules will be broken.

He tugged on your handcuffs, forcing you to stand up straight. He stood behind you, taunting Grimmjow with a slow strip tease, his hands unbuttoning your shirt and unravelling you like a present. You felt Shuhei’s warm breath against the side of your neck and Grimmjow’s eyes fixated on your exposed skin. His visible dick danced with approval. Shuhei’s cock also did a little twitch in his pants and you felt him grind his hips against your ass, seeking for some friction and attention. 

He slid his hand under the bridge of your bra and lowered the fabric that held your breasts in place. You could see Grimmjow practically salivating like a starved animal— a feral, uncontrollable animal who was tied up by his owner and a delicious prey tangled and danced before his eyes.

Shuhei cupped both your exposed soft breasts and gave them a rough squeeze. But he could not linger— time was limited. It was only a matter of time before his colleagues returned. 

His hands trailed down towards your pants and he undid them with rather ease. First he removed the utility belt and set it on the table, safely out of reach to avoid possible mishaps or accidental triggers. At least Shuhei had some sliver of rationality left in him, but it was fraying fast.

Once securing everyone's safety, he continued to lower your pants and panties, dropping them both to your ankle and kicking your feet to lift them off the floor. 

Without any hesitation, you lift one foot and then the other. You were cooperating well, not a single protest came out of your mouth. With your lack of resistance, Shuhei felt less guilty and more inclined to continue with his insults and degrading actions.

Shuhei slid your pants off along with your shoes and panties, kicking them under the table and looking up from where he was kneeling. Your legs were spread wide, giving him the money shot of your wet dripping pussy, taunting him as it glistened with your arousal. 

“Sucking a stranger got you this wet?”, he asked, degrading you on the spot.

“Shut up. Like I said, I know him”, you reminded your partner. But Shuhei wasn't buying it. You were already a cock sucking slut in his eyes.

He stood up and tugged on your cuffs again, forcing you to turn around and away from Grimmjow. 

Grimmjow got a nice view of the outline of your round ass but your shirt was in the way. He licked his bottom lips and watched in anticipation. Shuhei placed his hand on the back of your head and guided you forward. Your bare chest collapsed on the table and he gathered the shirt up and away to showcase your ass. 

“Oh fuck!”, both men muttered under their breaths in unison, dicks already discharging pre from the sight alone.

Shuhei quickly covered Grimmjow’s view of your sweet pussy and you heard some clinks and clanks, unzipping and a thud. He set his utility belt on the table next to your face. 

You couldn't see or touch anything. Neither could Grimmjow and it was driving him insane. You heard more sounds, rustling and tearing of a wrapper. It wasn't a chocolate bar, that's for sure.

He aligned himself square between your cheeks and used his hand to guide his tip against your wet entrance. Soon, your mushy insides were clenching down on his hard invading length— the feeling of pre-lubricated rubber sliding with ease and filling you up. Your body twitched, there was no foreplay with this impatient man and he pushed his length all the way in with his initial thrust. 

Shuhei had a nice rhythm going, the sturdy table kept you anchored and grounded. Your moans were in sync with the movements of his hips. Eventually, your own hips moved back to match his pace. 

Slap. Slap. Slap. 

The sound of skin to skin smacking had turned Grimmjow feral. He was ready to stand up and headbutt the officer out of the way and stick his own raw dick into your inviting cunt— no protection.

“Fuck…so tight”. “Ahh fuck…dont clench so hard”. “You’re so…soft inside”. “You like that spot?” The round tip of his cock had found that sweet spot that made your legs tremble.

The verbal description was enough to lure Grimmjow out of his dormant state. That aggressive and loud mouth Grimmjow was back and causing a disruptive scene from behind. 

“Fuck this! I had her first. Get your dirty hands off her. Hey! Hey!!! Don't ya fuck’n ignore me you twig for a dick!”, he snapped.

Grimmjow squirmed in his seat and planted a foot on Shuhei’s ass, shoving him forward and balls deep inside you. You were speechless, your mouth left wide open as if you wanted to let out a scream but nothing came out. The tip of his cock just kissed your cervix and left you seeing stars.

Shuhei barely managed to hold off an accidental outburst— too early to empty his balls. He wished to savor this moment, as he wasn't sure if he would ever be served seconds.

With his dick still buried deep inside you, he pulled you up by the handcuffs again and turned you around. He pushed you forward and you collapsed on top of Grimmjow. With his other free hand, he pulled out a condom packet from his front pockets and tore it with his mouth, never once losing rhythm to his thrusts. 

Both you and Grimmjow are left bobbing to the thrusts, the impact almost sending you to your first climax. 

Shuhei pushed the curled up condom in your mouth and slightly unraveled it with his two fingers. He removed his fingers from your mouth, the condom sitting between your parted lips. With one hand, he secured your hips in place so he did not have to miss a beat. His other hand grabbed a few locks of your hair and guided your face towards Grimmjow’s dick. From that point, you knew what had to be done.

You pushed the condom onto Grimmjow's upright cock with ease using only your mouth. You ended up giving him a delicious blow job in the process while Shuhei fucked you from behind. Horizontally sandwiched between the two men, your body was bouncing between the two, open shirt and your free breasts flailing like ping-pong balls, dicks coming from both ends. 

Even Grimmjow wasn't expected to sit still. His hips came slamming at you, his cock hitting the back of your throat, perfectly synchronizing with Shuhei movements from behind.

The room didn’t echo with the usual tension between a hostile felon and interrogating cops, but with blissful moans and groans complimented with the sucking and slurping sounds and skin on skin slaps. Let's not forget the growing wetness that oozed between your legs, the latex rubber exaggerating the sloshing sounds that came deep within your sex. 

Grimmjow couldn't hold back any longer, his hips jerking off the chair, cock slamming deep down your throat, face fucking you while Shuhei’s grip kept your bobbing head anchored in place.

Your gags were unheard, ignored and lost amongst the symphony of moans and groans. You choked a few times and eventually even that became numb. 

Grimmjow was the first to succumb, the tip of the condom slowly filled up like a balloon in your mouth. Shuhei pulled your mouth off the dirty condom and began chasing for his own release. 

Your head collapsed onto Grimmjow's shoulder, who was recovering from his most recent orgasm. Shuhei delivered a few more thrust, your convulsing walls taking care of the rest. You clamped down, smothering his spastic cock, drawing out his long awaited release. 

Shuhei released his grip on your hips, leaving you bruised and sore but not as sore as your scalp and throat. It took him a few minutes to recover, his body collapsed backwards against the rustic desk. And when he finally did come to his senses, you were already on top of the other man’s lap, sloppily riding for round two.

“Atleast change the condom!”Shuhei yelled from behind, trying to fetch a fresh packet from his pockets. 

But it was too late. As you bounced on Grimmjow's lap, maneuvering the best you can with both your hands tied up, you heard a pop on the inside. A gush of warm fluid filled you up and coated your inner walls, making your movements a lot more fluid and effortless. 

Shuhei cleaned himself up and tucked his sensitive  limp cock back into his pants. He tidied his clothes, discarded the DNA evidence and went back to his laptop to check the live security cameras. As expected, some of his co-workers were making their way back after running their morning errands.

He could interrupt the two lovebirds as they shared a passionate kiss, however he decided against it. If they still had feelings for each other, who was he to get in the way of rekindled love? 

Besides, Grimmjow didn’t have any previous record that warranted an arrest, at least not at the moment. You, however, had committed professional misconduct, which could lead to much more severe consequences. He wasn’t prepared to lose you. Work would be unbearable without you.

Drowning in pleasure, locked in a daze, you barely heard Shuhei’s footsteps fading into the distance. He stepped out of the room and locked the door from the outside. You pulled away from the kiss and turned your head towards the locked door, becoming a prisoner and trapped with your crimes— The crime being the man whose lap you occupied. 

“Focus on me, princess…”, Grimmjow called for you. Once the other officer had disappeared, he finally had you to himself. 

You turned your head back and gave him the attention he had been seeking. 

“Why did you disappear?”, you asked. You wanted to cup his face with your hands and interrogate him properly. However, the thick metallic cuffs digging into your skin was a reminder that you were at the mercy of the law. 

Grimmjow pressed his burning forehead up against yours, nose touching, lips twitching in anticipation. 

“Trouble with some people. Had to leave the city. Didn't want to drag ya into it”, he explained without giving too much details. You were still a cop, after all—and he was still under arrest.

A brief silence settled between you as your mind processed what he’d just said. Lies didn't suit his pride. And not like you had much of an established relationship with him. 

“Ya remember me now?” He tried to guide your attention back to him with his deliberate movements from below. 

You felt the growing pool of sticky mess between your legs. You stared into his blissful eyes, the aggression he held was gone once more.

“I remember it all. The way you stood me up on our first date and disappeared for good. But I don't remember having sex with you”, you replied. No matter how hard you tried to search the deepest crevices of your blurred memories, the closest you ever got to a relationship with him was some occasional flirting — and a date he never showed up for.

Wearing that gullible, puzzled look on your face, which he tried so hard not to mock, but he couldn’t help and chuckle at your innocence. You were simply an easy target for him. You always were. 

“I don't remember saying that we had sex”, he corrected you with a wide, mischievous grin. 

You straightened your back and tried to headbutt his forehead for being such a pain in the ass, both figuratively and literally. 

“Asshole!” You smacked your forehead against his in frustration. And that’s when you realized just how much of a hardhead he really was.

“Careful, princess. And be grateful. At least fucking you stupid helped with your memory. Imagine how much more you can remember if we continue at it”, he teased, picking up the pace from below.

“You know what! Ughhh You are sooo…. fuck…going to jail…ahhh shit… I'm gonna cum if you don't slow down!”

“Oh? If this is what I get to endure while in your jail, I would gladly take a life sentence", he grinned, kissing you on the lips and pounding you to your next release.

Now that was a confession you never saw coming.

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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.