OMG HELLOO!!! I just wanted to lyk that i've read your fic "Numero Uno" LIKE 3 TIMES NOW, BECAUSE OMG IT WAS THAT GOOD. I was wondering if you've ever thought of writing a small continuation/epilogue to it. like omg every time i've read it, i've been like thinking so hard making up random ideas for what happens after. like does word get out? was reader too loud and other espadas heard? what does the the next meeting look like? what does gin say? harribels reaction? like these have all me on my head for like a while so i HAD to come back and ask about it. i've never read a fic that left my scratching my head this badly. idk what you put into the fic but i'm addicted, you wrote it so well. like my soul is yearning for more of it i beg! 😭
Also make sure your drinking lots of water and taking care of yourself!!! 💙💙💙
Omg tysm for such a sweet compliment 🥺 ngl I didn’t like the fic at first bc I haven’t wrote anything in years so I was a bit intimidated to post it. I have ideas of continuing it and possibly showing aizen develop some feelings for reader (he’s like tsuundere I swear). But yes…yes I will eventually add another part! Ty so so much for loving the fic ☺️
➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: sweet! i was thinking of some hcs for hisagi toshiro uryu and shinji dealing with a yandere reader ^_^ so excited to see what other yandere hcs/fics you have already written too!
➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I hope this was what you meant by your request, since it wasn’t stated if you wanted reader as their partner or not—I made it non-established. Thank you for the request!
➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: yandere content, stalking, manipulation, threats, mentions of harming others, obsessive behaviour, mention of getting rid of reader (Jugram’s part), aggressive behaviour, non-established relationship (more at the obsessive crush stage)
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
⋆˚✿˖° Hirako Shinji
˚₊‧꒰ა Shinji had noticed it early on, not through anything obvious, but due to your eyes lingered too long on anyone who looked his way. He had chosen not to address it at first because curious to see how far you’d go.
˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t mind the attention, in fact, he revelled in it. He liked being watched, adored, even obsessively. Shinji found it flattering in a way that would have disturbed most people. Your possessiveness amused him to a point.
˚₊‧꒰ა When he caught you following him through Seireitei when you’d claimed to be sick and stayed home, that’s when he started setting boundaries. Made sure you knew he’d seen you, made sure you knew he wasn’t angry, just aware.
˚₊‧꒰ა He liked the control it gave him, so rather than scolding or retreating, he just fed the flames just enough to keep you. He let you have pieces of himself but never everything.
˚₊‧꒰ა That’s when he started changing his patterns just to throw you off. Sometimes he disappeared for hours, reappearing without explanation. Other times he’d show up right behind you, whispering things in your ear that confirmed he knew you were always watching.
˚₊‧꒰ა He handled the more intense moments when your jealousy flared and your anger showed by distracting you, drawing your focus back onto him. Sometimes with a joke, sometimes with touch, sometimes just with that lazy smile that always looked like it knew too much.
˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t afraid of you. He should have been, maybe after he found your little notebook filled with names crossed out—names of women who had simply spoken too sweetly to him—but it only intrigued him. He burned the notebook in front of you and said nothing while watching your face.
˚₊‧꒰ა He kept you close out of curiosity and control. You were dangerous, and that was fine by him. So long as he remained more dangerous than you.
˚₊‧꒰ა When others tried to warn him, he dismissed them with a shrug. Not because he didn’t believe them, but because he didn’t care. You were his problem, his game. No one else got a say in it.
˚₊‧꒰ა He never once gave you reassurance. Never once told you that you were the only one, because he knew you’d chase that answer harder if you never got it. And he liked being chased. Liked the pressure of your obsession like a blade at his back. It kept things exciting.
˚₊‧꒰ა The more your madness grew, the more composed he became. You could cry, beg, threaten—he’d just tilt his head and look at you like he was dissecting a particularly interesting poem.
˚₊‧꒰ა He wouldn’t say, but he secretly enjoyed having his personal, crazed and obsessed fan who saw only him.
⋆˚✿˖° Shuhei Hisagi
˚₊‧꒰ა Poor Hisagi didn’t realise what he was dealing with at first. You seemed quiet, maybe a little intense, but he chalked it up to the way Soul Society operated. Everyone carried some form of trauma. He thought you were just a little overprotective.
˚₊‧꒰ა Then it started showing up in patterns. Friends avoiding him because of your glare, people flinching when you entered a room, subtle remarks from colleagues about how he was “never alone” anymore, even when he should be.
˚₊‧꒰ა He blamed himself for a while. Thought maybe he was giving you mixed signals or not being present enough. He tried to include you more, kept communication open, invited you to sparring matches and work breaks, but it only made things worse.
˚₊‧꒰ა The first time you snapped at a female division member who handed him a report, he froze. It was a threat. Knowing him, he handled it quietly, apologised to the girl and took you aside. And typically, you didn’t see anything wrong with what you’d done.
˚₊‧꒰ა He was never the type to raise his voice, but your behaviour pushed him to silent walls of steel. But even that only worked for so long before you started interpreting it as rejection.
˚₊‧꒰ა He wasn’t afraid of confrontation, but he hated the emotional strain. He started isolating you gently—setting firm boundaries masked in affection. “Time for myself” became sacred. Locked doors, off-the-grid missions, and a return to the weight of solitude he thought he’d buried.
˚₊‧꒰ა But you would follow him because you always found him. Sometimes just watching from a distance, sometimes sneaking into his quarters to leave little notes or gifts. It disturbed him, but he couldn’t bring himself to report you.
˚₊‧꒰ა Because of his kind soul, he carried guilt like armour, and believed love meant patience, and he had a lot of it, but you chipped away at it with every possessive glance, every quiet threat, every smile that never quite reached your eyes anymore.
˚₊‧꒰ა The tattoos on his face were meant to remind him of the things he’d survived. He started tracing them more when you were near. A grounding ritual. You never noticed it, but it meant everything to him.
˚₊‧꒰ა He avoided involving others. Even when Kira and Renji noticed the tension, he brushed it off. He didn’t want you labelled. Didn’t want them whispering about you like you were unhinged. He still thought he could help.
˚₊‧꒰ა When he realised he couldn’t, it broke something in him because he didn’t end things with cruelty or sudden abandonment. He just faded, and became harder to find—always one mission ahead of wherever you looked next.
˚₊‧꒰ა But he still thought about you with regret. Wondering if maybe in another life, with different wiring, you could’ve just loved him without burning the world down to do it.
⋆˚✿˖° Hitsugaya Toshiro
˚₊‧꒰ა Your clinginess irritated him first since he hated inefficiency, and your constant presence slowed him down. He’d told you a few times to give him space more than once, and when you didn’t listen, he began putting systems in place.
˚₊‧꒰ა You couldn’t sneak up on him—he could sense your reiatsu with pinpoint accuracy. You couldn’t hide things—he’d been trained to see through lies. And when he discovered you’d been monitoring who he spoke to, and cutting them off socially one by one, he confronted you without hesitation.
˚₊‧꒰ა Toshiro was the type to coddle, and you weren’t spared from his criticism. He outlined your behaviour, laid down the lines you’d crossed, and the consequences if you continued.
˚₊‧꒰ა And of course, you ignored him. Typical of you to do so. You believed it was love, and love meant sacrifice. He called it delusion.
˚₊‧꒰ა When his schedule became more erratic, you’d find him gone for days, sometimes weeks, and when he returned, he treated you like a subordinate, not a lover. His tone turned clipped, affection vanished, and he surrounded himself with people who would report if you showed up near him again.
˚₊‧꒰ა He started involving Rangiku, who was the only one who could get through to you with some level of warmth. She kept you distracted when necessary, but it wore on her. You were volatile, paranoid, and unwilling to see the line between care and control.
˚₊‧꒰ა Things got worse when he moved quarters and changed protocol without telling you. Even had a private report on your movements filed under a different name so no one would accuse him of bias. In your eyes, you didn’t notice the shifts, and it gave him the advantage to build walls around himself faster than you could tear them down.
˚₊‧꒰ა He hated the surveillance—that it was needed—but he wasn’t going to risk anyone’s safety, least of all his own, for the sake of a delusional relationship you refused to let die.
˚₊‧꒰ა The final straw was when you interfered in one of his missions—put yourself in danger just to be near him. He didn’t even confront you. He simply filed a report and had you reassigned. Minimal contact. Barely a glance when you passed by in the halls.
˚₊‧꒰ა His heart didn’t ache, nor did he question his choices. He simply considered the problem handled. If you escalated again, he was already prepared to treat you as a threat, not a lover.
˚₊‧꒰ა And yet, part of him still watched. Because even after everything, he knew obsession like yours didn’t end.
⋆˚✿˖° Ishida Uryu
˚₊‧꒰ა Noticed the signs veryyyyy early but kept silent, partly because he assumed he was overanalysing, and partly because he didn't know how to address it without sounding arrogant. After all, what were the odds someone could be that obsessed with him?
˚₊‧꒰ა But your possessiveness wasn’t subtle. The way you hovered at the fringes when he spoke with others, especially girls. The way your expression barely twitched, but your eyes tracked every movement. The way small, inconvenient things happened to people who were too friendly to him—missing books, vanished lunchboxes, notes snatched before they could be read.
˚₊‧꒰ა Not the type to jump to conclusions immediately. Instead, he made lists, timestamps, comparison charts. It became a quiet investigation—the same way he’d analyse his stitching patterns. You became another puzzle to solve.
˚₊‧꒰ა When he managed to confront you, he tried to address the situation carefully and logically, explaining his observations, showing concern without accusation. It only led to you smiling and said he was imagining things. You even laughed, which unsettled him more than anything else. Because you weren’t denying it—you were mocking the idea that he could stop you.
˚₊‧꒰ა From that moment, he put emotional distance between you. Still polite, still considerate, but distant. His texts became sparse. Meetings were brief, and never alone. He went back to sitting alone in class.
˚₊‧꒰ა And you didn’t take his rejection lightly. It only prompted you to try harder. Leaving lunches in his locker, stitching gifts by hand, blocking people online who complimented him. He knew it was you. No one else had access to his passwords, and no one else would bother.
˚₊‧꒰ა He refused to respond because Uryu knew that was what you wanted—any reaction. Instead, he maintained control. Filed incident reports with no names attached. Left fake journals in his room with misleading thoughts and plans, and let you find them.
˚₊‧꒰ა He started planting red herrings—faked interests in people he knew you’d confront, just to confirm how far you’d go. When they reported strange notes or sabotage, it all lined up neatly.
˚₊‧꒰ა He got tired. The kind of weariness that made him switch off his phone for days at a time. Ignore knocks at the door. Stay hidden longer than needed.
˚₊‧꒰ა He never told his father. His grandfather might have offered guidance, but Ryuken would have escalated things with brutal efficiency, and Uryu didn’t want his father and grandfather getting involved. He wanted it handled with dignity—even if you didn’t deserve it.
˚₊‧꒰ა When he finally decided to break things off, it was in writing. A detailed, restrained letter explaining boundaries, citing examples, and making it crystal clear: this was no longer a relationship. It was a security concern.
˚₊‧꒰ა And even then, he still half-expected you to turn up in the rain, smiling, acting as though nothing had changed. He’d already programmed new locks by that point.
⋆˚✿˖° Jugram Haschwalth
˚₊‧꒰ა This man had seen obsession before (because he was it as well). He had served under a man whose every breath attracted fanaticism, thus, he knew what devotion looked like twisted beyond recognition. That was why, when he saw the first signs in you, he recognised them immediately (saw a bit of himself in you).
˚₊‧꒰ა He was not flattered. He was disturbed.
˚₊‧꒰ა Your attention to him was unblinking. The way you spoke about balance, about loyalty, about how you would do anything for him—those weren’t declarations of love. They were pledges. Oaths. And Jugram had had his fill of those (as if those same words weren’t his).
˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t confront you right away. He watched your tendencies against the same parameters he used for soldiers. Thankfully, you weren’t violent. Yet. But you were territorial and paranoid. You had an inflated sense of proximity to him that he never agreed to.
˚₊‧꒰ა That made him started limiting your access to him specifically. Made sure others were always present when you visited, refused gifts, declined meetings. Aaaand you always came back offering silence and support. He knew better than to trust that quiet.
˚₊‧꒰ა Then you began talking about deserving him which was the tipping point. He did not want to be put on a pedestal, nor did not want a shadow praying at his feet. And he absolutely did not want to see that same fanaticism he’d once sworn to serve mirrored in your eyes—funny who he didn’t enjoy his own devotion returned.
˚₊‧꒰ა Jugram wasn’t the type who gave second warnings. Instead, he issued commands and told you to cease all communication, return any property, and to consider the association terminated.
˚₊‧꒰ა You refused. Of course you did.
˚₊‧꒰ა Which was easy for him because he sent two high-ranking soldat members to deliver your relocation orders to a distant base. No reason given. No contact allowed. And when you tried to return, your access was revoked across the board.
˚₊‧꒰ა Unfortunately, you didn’t disappear, which he knew, but he was prepared for that too: surveillance and layers of misleading information. You could follow all you wanted—he would never be visible again.
˚₊‧꒰ა It disturbed him how much it reminded him of himself. The younger version. The devoted version. The fool.
˚₊‧꒰ა He considered taking you out for preventative necessity. But there was still a sliver of pity left in him. A tiny ember of understanding, leading him to choose exile.
˚₊‧꒰ა When reports were checked, your file was still around, never deleted because he knew people like you didn’t disappear, and he had no intention of letting you believe you ever stood a chance again.
synopsis: You're a journalist who had set out to cover a story on survivors of a cyclone. Something mysterious causes you to faint. You wake up and find yourself right outside a suspicious-looking candy shop in the middle of nowhere, and meet its infamously flirtatious owner.
word count: 1k
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My head is spinning... is my first thought as I groggily open my eyes. Wow, Y/n, I can't believe you've managed to end up in a no-man's land now. I must have fainted due to dehydration. But this isn't the place I last remember being in. I grind my teeth together and start to look around. There aren't any buildings in sight... except for one. Urahara Shoten.
Should I go there? I don't have too many options... And beggars can't be choosers, I suppose.
It's the last thing I'd have liked to do. Nonetheless, I get up and dust myself off, bracing myself for what might await. I've heard all sorts of rumours about the place. Whoever goes in, never comes back, and, of course, parents' go-to story for children who refuse to sleep: Bad children get taken to Urahara Shoten, and then they work there for all of eternity.
As I'm taking a deep breath to gather my thoughts and courage to knock on the door, it opens on its own. Strange... But it's to be expected from such a strange place... Right? I can't afford to chicken out right now. If this carries on, I might not make it.
"Hello?" I call out, trying to keep my voice steady, though it still comes out shakier than I'd have liked. "Is anyone there?"
"Anyone? Oh, I'm not anyone, lovely miss. Tell me, what brings a young girl as beautiful as you are to a drab place like mine? I would love to help you with all your needs~"
I turn around, trying to locate the origin of the voice, when suddenly, a pair of strong hands grasps my shoulders and with a surprising gentleness, turns my head back.
"Someone needs to work on her sense of direction, hm? Now, what can I do for you, Miss...?"
My first thought when I see him about how handsome he is. Completely different from how all the stories described. It might be an act, but somehow... it doesn't feel like one.
I had no idea a basic striped bucket hat and sandals could look this good on somebody...
"Y/n." I barely manage to whisper, my throat dry from the lack of water and extended exposure to the unrelenting sun.
"What a beautiful name! Miss Y/n... I like how it rolls off my tongue. Ah, how could I forget my manners! You sound like you could use a glass of water. I'll fetch one right away. Please, make yourself comfortable. Think of this as your new home~" he ends with a smirk.
"Thank you..." I clear my throat and relax slightly.
He returns a few moments later with water, tea, and an assortment of candies. He catches me staring curiously at them and lets out a mischievous laugh.
"Ah, looking at these, are you, pretty Miss Y/n?" He asks, pointing to the candies. "They're for you, don't fret." He smiles as he speaks and continues to do so while waiting for my reply. However, his smile doesn't quite meet his eyes. The situation doesn't seem dangerous, just... playful.
"For me...? You're too kind... just the water would've been more than enough,"
"Haha, thank you, thank you. Yes, they're for you, Miss Y/n. Take your pick, you'll be in for a rather sweet surprise."
"Alright... but why candies in particular?" I ask as I begin to scan the candy platter. There are all kinds of candies, all wrapped in different-coloured wrappers. I can't help but feel like there's a hidden game, that he's trying to test me by offering me all the possible choices, when actually there's only one correct answer.
"Why, of course, because I'm the owner of a candy shop! I may be the most helpful and the sexiest store owner you've ever met, but at the end of the day, I do have a business to run and promote. So, tell me, Miss, which candies will you pick?"
"Could you tell me a bit more about them? I wouldn't want to make an unwise and uninformed decision."
"My, my, so our pretty young Miss is smart too, hm? How lovely. Of course I will, how could I deny my new favourite customer's request? Why don't we sit down so we can talk more comfortably. Yes, right there, on the cushions."
We sit down on the floor, and he pours us tea in two antique-looking cups. Weird. I'm sure there were fewer candies on the tray when I last saw it. Maybe my eyes are deceiving me?
"Where were we? Right, I'd promised to tell you more about the candies. At Urahara Shoten, we have all kinds of delicacies to offer. Candy flavours include: Sinful Strawberry, Precious Peach, Wanton Wasabi, Raw Red-bean paste, Bed-worthy Blueberry, Mind-blowing Mango, Apple of my eye, Gentle Grape, and... my own special candy." He lists out the names of all the candies available at Urahara Shoten with a straight face.
What kind of names are these? Why are they all so...
"So naughty?"
"!" Did he just... read my mind?!
"Haha, you should see the look on your face right now. Don't worry, though I am an extremely talented man, I am unfortunately not capable of reading minds. It's just that most people would react the way you did."
"Oh, I see." The shudder I'd been holding back retreats, and I feel more at ease. "So why... why have you named your products... like that?"
"Because it's fun. It's unique. And because I can!" He says, grinning like a madman. "Well, now that I've told you about all our options, which one will you go for? This is an extremely rare offer, you know. One free candy in exchange for staying and working at Urahara Shoten for a month. It's quite the steal if you ask me."
"I think... I think I'll take your special candy."
His eyes light up in excitement and he practically jumps up from his cushion.
"Excellent choice. I knew you were going to be my favourite customer, my lovely Miss Y/n."
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A/N: I swear I go feral for this man sometimes wait who said that
I’m finally going live with this fic. It’s going to be almost (or more than) 20k words long, so strap in. Will be posting in parts (part 2 will be edited with the link after it’s finished)
I Understand Your Soul
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Ryuken X Reader
Synopsis: After your spouse passed away, you were blindsided with grief. There seemed like no hope, until the color of blue and silver reminded you of warmth-to feel alive again. Ryuken Ishida, calm and collected. That was his demeanor until he met you. His kindness to extend a helping hand through your sorrow was purely based on empathy. It was the right thing to do, considering he also mourned his spouse. You shared a mutual understanding , but would this blossom into something more?
Word count: 7.5k (for part 1)
Trigger warnings: Angst. Mentions of depression. Mentions of assault (nothing gory). Mentions of an animal passing. Therapy. Guilt.
Tags: Slow burn, love after loss trope, grieving spouse, eventual smut, don’t worry it’s a happy ending
MINORS DNI
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Chapter One: A new beginning
You always despised the rain. It was as if the universe had a sick and cruel way of tormenting you further.
One foot step at a time, you dragged yourself along a sidewalk, ignoring any glancing eyes because you walked in the rain with no umbrella.
Hair a mess. Clothes wrinkled. Makeup smeared. You did not bother to make your appearance more desirable. What was the point? Nothing…was worth it anymore.
Folks chatting. Car engines running. Children prancing around puddles of water. Children, you thought. It was an aching pain to watch them play. That was a moment you should have lived with-
“Watch it!” A man bumped into you with a frown.
You lost your footing momentarily. “I’m sorry…”
“Damn. Guess you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. You look like a fucking zombie.”
I don’t have time for this. You disregarded the man’s unnecessary comment and continued to your destination.
Like fate, the wind blew through the air in the direction you were headed. It was as if he was speaking to you. You paused at an intersection to make sure it was safe to cross. The light flickered red, and for the first time in a long time, you ran like there was no tomorrow.
This sudden burst of energy. You almost felt alive again. The sound of your wet boots against the grass echoed through a hollow void. You came to a halt and composed your breathing. The eerie sensation of crossing paths with a cemetery finally caught up to you.
“I’m here,” you smiled weakly. You tiptoed to a gravestone. There, you rested your eyes on the name of your late husband. It was too overwhelming. Tears instantly cascaded down your face.
You wept and cried as your body sunk to the ground. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry I wasn’t there…”
A flashback of the worst day of your life reappeared.
One year ago
Another strenuous day of work. You were one of the top veterinarians in Karakura town. Mostly everyday was different. Sometimes you would deliver pleasant news to pet owners, and other times…not so much. This, unfortunate, was one of those days.
You laid eyes on a fragile kitten who was run over by a car and rushed to your clinic.
“Please help her!” A frantic woman pleaded. “She ran out of my house when the door was opened because of the lightning”
You pushed everything aside and took the kitten to the operating room. It did not look good. Almost every bone was broken. Still, you went to work to save its life.
How long did time pass? Your hands and feet were aching from standing upright for hours. The woman who brought the injured kitten to the clinic could be heard screaming for mercy.
”Doctor Y/N/,” your assistant said in a low voice. “There’s no use-“
”I can still save its life!” You shouted with shaking hands. “What good am I if I can’t?”
“But doctor…there’s no pulse…”
You froze. You were so determined to save its life that you failed to realize the kitten was deceased long ago. You dropped the scalpels and fell to your knees. There was no time to mellow in your sorrow. The unfortunate truth needed to be told.
The woman was so distraught from the pain that security needed to escort her away. You wiped tears from your eyes as the clinic fell silent.
“Doctor-“
”I’m fine,” you said. “Please finish the rest of our patients. If anything is emergent, I will be on call.”
”Okay. Thank you, and please, get some rest.” Your assistant said calmly. She knew this incident took a toll on you mentally.
The operation went on for a total of three hours as you checked the time on your phone. There were several missed calls from your husband and one voicemail.
“Hey darling! How’s work? Call me back soon okay? I’ll be out with the boys later if I don’t return your call. Bye!” The voice message ended.
You smiled softly from hearing his voice. Instead of a call, you sent a text to let him know you were still breathing.
Time passed as you returned home to rest for the day. Your nap was suddenly interrupted by this unsettling feeling. It was almost midnight and your husband has yet to return. You grabbed your phone to call. No answer. You checked your voice messages. Nothing. All that was left was a string of video clips via text.
You played each and everyone.The first one started off innocent. Your husband was having a great time with his friends at a bar. The next was a bit disturbing.
“Hey darling,” his words were slurred, “look, I don’t feel so hot. The boys wanna return home and so do I but the roads are blocked off from some jackass getting into a car accident. We can’t catch a ride-“ he was interrupted by a stranger. “What? The roads clear now? Fuck yeah!”
The video ended. You hesitated to play the last one.
Your husband was holding his phone in a car. “I’m on my way home! Wait for me okay? It’s pouring outside, goddamn! Did our lights go out? I hope not. I wanna watch a movie with you.” He paused to look at the road. “Dude! Slow down. I feel like I’m on a fucking rollercoaster.” He laughed carelessly. “Anyways, I love you-“
The video ended abruptly.
You couldn’t shake this feeling. You rushed to the TV and turned on the news. There, on the headline reads: three men killed in a car accident during a thunderstorm. Their bodies have been identified.
As each one appeared, your husband was the last to be shown.
The TV remote fell to the ground as you crumbled. You screamed at the top of your lungs and pulled at your hair. “WHY ME!?”
From that moment on, you were as good as dead.
The sound of footsteps snapped you back to the present. You looked behind, noticing a tall figure of a man holding flowers. He had silver hair and blue eyes, paired with thin shaped glasses.
He was silent as he kneeled to the gravestone a few feet away from your husbands.“Rest well, kanae.” He closed his eyes to pray before resting the bouquet on the headstone. Slowly, his gaze faced your direction.
You turned away, flustered that you were caught staring. “I apologize. I didn't expect anyone else here.”
”It’s alright. Actually, this might be a good time to have company.”
You faced him again, surprised. “What do you mean?”
”Our brain conjures up the wildest thoughts when we’re depressed and isolated.” He reached down his pocket, pulling out a cigarette. “So maybe this was fate.” He grabbed a lighter, attempting to light the cigarette but the rain prevented so. “Hm. Figures. She hated when I smoked anyways.” He returned each object back in his pocket.
Now you were curious. “May I ask who she was to you?”
“My wife.” He looked up to the sky “I hate the rain.”
“You and me both.”
He pointed to the gravestone you kneeled at. “And you?”
”My..husband.” So, you were both grieving the loss of a spouse.
”I’m very sorry. How long ago?”
You did not mind his question, and to be frank, it took your mind off of things. “A year. He was in a car accident during a thunderstorm. I had a rough day at work and missed all his calls to pick him up myself but-“ you paused. “Nevermind.”
His expression was unreadable. He looked back at his wife’s gravestone before speaking. “Sounds like you’re blaming yourself.”
He was right. How could you not feel guilty? If you were awake, then maybe, just maybe that wouldn’t have happened. “It’s kind of impossible for me not to.”
“Guilt is anger directed at ourselves-for what we did or did not do. Allow yourself some grace.”
His wise words were rather inspiring. “I’ll try. You nodded to his wife’s gravestone, “may I also ask?”
“She passed away ten years ago by a man I will not name.” He narrowed his eyes. “Till this day, I loathe him.”
You felt his pain. Your wound was still fresh, but he has been healing for the past decade. Only higher beings could tell when the tides would turn. “I’m so sorry,” you said softly, “Was justice served?”
He shook his head. “In due time.”
You were left speechless. The only thing you could think of was to say a prayer, hoping the both of you could cure your pain.
The rain continued its relentless surge as the wind picked up speed and the thunder began to rumble. The man stood, extending his hand.
You gently grabbed his palm to gain footing. “Thank you…”
”Ryuken.”
So, that was his name.
”Ryuken. Thanks,” you attempted to smile.
”Of course…”
“Y/N.”
”Well, Y/N. You should head back home. You’ll catch a cold in this weather.”
Ironically, you began to shiver. “Yeah. You too.”
After that, you parted ways. Would you ever see him again? Only time would tell.
Finally, a bright and sunny day. Your mood was instantly lifted as you opened the blinds in your room to be greeted by the sunlight. There were so many things to do in such little time. After your husband's passing, you thought it would be best to take a break from work. Luckily, your savings account was up to par to be able to afford this luxury.
You stretched in bed and turned on the TV. Nothing spectacular to report apart from civilians magically developing scars on their bodies by unknown forces. This has been an ongoing issue for months. It would have bothered you if your mind wasn’t preoccupied with-
No. Not now. You combed through your hair before forcing yourself out of bed. Every small task took a toll on your body. You knew it was the depression taking over, but what was more to life if all you did was rot in bed? Today was something to actually look forward to.
During the first few months after your husband passed away, it was recommended to you to try therapy. You agreed, and had regular sessions with a therapist. Unfortunately, your therapist retired recently, which devastated you. They were pleasant to talk to and you felt as if things were starting to improve.
You searched for a new outlet, which pivoted you to karakura hospital. Starting from zero with a new therapist would be challenging, but you were up for it. This change sparked a flame, explaining why you put effort into your appearance today.
Light makeup. Hair neatly tied up. No wrinkles on your clothes. You were ready to conquer the day.
You took a taxi to the hospital. Subconsciously, driving caused you to be a nervous wreck. It was your brain tricking you again that all forms of driving were dangerous. You thanked the taxi driver before exiting the vehicle.
Here goes nothing. You strolled up the stairs to the main entrance. You were greeted by the secretary.
“I’m looking for the psychiatric ward,” you said.
”That will be on floor six,” the secretary replied.
“Thank you.” You made your way to the elevators.
There were a total of twenty floors in the hospital, and of course all four elevators were stopped above floor ten. You waited, patiently, but it was wearing thin to the point you considered taking the stairs. You heard the main entrance doors open while you stood still.
“Welcome back, Doctor Ishida.”
“Thank you.”
That voice. Could it be? You turned around to be greeted by a set of ocean blue eyes. Low and behold, it was Ryuken.
His eyes widened. “Y/N. What brings you here?”
“O-oh! I’m here for-“
“Don't answer that.” He pushed his glasses back against his nose, “It’s against my morals as a doctor to invade.”
“Silly me. How could I forget? I’m a doctor as well,” you confessed.
He looked even more intrigued. “What specialty?”
“I’m a vet. I was terrified to deal with humans in medical school.”
A chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Understandable.”
The elevator dinged as it landed on the first floor. You each entered, pressing which level you were headed to. Ryuken glanced at the glowing number six. A tint of sympathy glossed over his face. He knew. The elevator dinged again once it reached your destination. You waved goodbye to Ryuken as you exited. He returned the gesture with a weak smile.
“Have you tried exposure therapy?” Your therapist asked as they continued to write. “It seems you’re avoiding situations that remind you of your husband. This is a natural response, however you will continue to sabotage yourself.”
They were right. You could not count on your fingers how many times you took a taxi just to travel a couple miles from your house-or how you evaded animal shelters, yet that was your sole purpose of becoming a veterinarian.
“Where do I even begin?” You asked.
“Adopt a cat. Then take your car for a ride down your driveway. It’s the little things that count.”
You nodded. “I’ll try.”
“What about your dating life? Have you attempted to-“
”No,” you cut them off. “It’s too painful. If I do that, I will feel like I’m betraying him.”
“I see.” Your therapist noted something down. “Let’s discuss this deeper in our next session. What time and date works best for you?”
You looked at your calendar app, finding what free slots you had. After a date was settled, you packed your purse and exited the room. One session down. How many more to go?
Floor sixteen, the operating room. It was the most intense level of them all, but nothing could shake Doctor Ishida. Surprisingly, it was a light day for the OR team. He was able to take his routine cigarette break and complete a crossword puzzle. Despite having loads of free time, shifts like these were the bane of his existence. It was too quiet, and too loud in his head.
He needed a distraction. Being a surgeon was the perfect outlet. How could you ponder on decades worth of pain when you had to precisely cut through arteries?
He tossed the crossword puzzle onto his desk before checking his watch. “Still two hours to go.” He frowned. “Maybe I’ll check in on Uryu.”
His relationship with his son was not one to be envious of. After his wife’s passing, it was as if he was a mere ghost in the eyes of his son. Still, he cared about him deeply. He unlocked his phone, hoping for the best outcome. He sent a text to Uryu two weeks ago with no response.
He sighed. “Why do I even bother?” He tossed his phone, not caring if the screen cracked. There, he laid eyes on the picture of Kanae placed on his desk. He smiled while opening a drawer, revealing a silver ring. “I still have it.”
Ten years. After ten years his heart stayed loyal to her as he momentarily slipped the wedding band on his finger. He tapped it against his forehead as tears flowed. “see,” he chuckled with sadness, “this is why I despise slow shifts.”
A knock on the door pushed him back into reality. “Doctor Ishida?” A feminine voice said from beyond the hatch. “We are closing the OR room early today. There are no more cases.”
Thank the heavens. “Thank you for the notice. I’ll be leaving shortly. He placed the ring back into the drawer before packing up for the day.
At last, he could return home and escape reality once more.
Chapter Two: What a coincidence
Today would be a huge milestone in your life. You were headed to the nearest animal shelter to adopt a cat. Embarrassment crept through as you booked a taxi. Baby steps. In due time you would gain the courage to drive on your own again.
The animal shelter was practically empty. It saddened you to know every animal would not find a forever home today.
“Hello!” An associate greeted you. “How can we help you today?”
You can do this. “I would like to adopt a cat. Can you show me around?”
They seemed delighted. “Absolutely!”
One by one, you went down each aisle, wishing to find a bond. Would it be crazy to say you anticipated to walk out of here with no companion? Because that is exactly how your heart responded as you felt no connection to each cat.
“see anything you’re interested in?” The associate asked.
You paused your footsteps and walked to a cage with two kittens inside. You kneeled as they meowed.
“These two are siblings. Since they are so young, we recommend adopting them together. Would that be okay?”
You lowered your head with sorrow. These kittens were abandoned, and you felt as though you were doing the same. “I…I can only adopt one.” The memory of one year ago steadily resurfaced. Blood. Broken bones. Pitiful cries. You rose to your feet with such force that it startled the associate.
“Are you okay ma’am?”
I can’t do this. “S-sorry. I have to go.” You ran to the exit without looking back. Your heart pounded and pounded as you kept running. Tears dripped down your eyes. I’m a failure. I couldn't even rescue a harmless cat.
Before you knew it, you were stranded in an unknown area. You frantically pulled out your phone to call for a taxi home. There was no signal. “Shit!”
“Lost?” A masculine voice echoed down the street.
You clutched your purse as you felt his ill intentions from far a mile away. “No. I was just heading home.” You turned, walking away slowly.
Heavy footsteps escalated closer and closer, forcing you in a sprint. This was the one time you wished you weren’t wearing heels. The concrete sidewalk had several cracks. You attempted to avoid each imperfection, but it was no use as your footing slipped.
The man grabbed you by the arm. “Why are you running? I'm only trying to help.” He licked his lips as he scanned your body. “Wow. You got some nice tits. Let me take you home myself.” He leaned closer. “You look so stressed. I can help with that-“
“Please. Let me go.” You tried and tried to escape his grip. When it seemed impossible, your last hope was to scream.
“Shut the hell up!” He yelled, pulling your hair.
Was this it? Would you be taken advantage of on the day that was supposed to change in direction?
Before your light dimmed, a firm hand gripped the man’s shoulders from behind. You couldn’t see who it was, but they punched the man with such force that he fell to the ground.
“Filthy scum.”
That voice. It was Ryuken.
He stepped over the unconscious man with worry in his eyes. “Y/N, are you okay? I was in the area and heard your voice.” He fisted his hand as it trembled.
You were lost for words. The only thing you could do was weep and fall into his arms. He didn't utter a single word. All he knew was that you lost the will to fight, and in this moment, you just needed to let it out. His firm arms snaked around you gently.
“Why am I so useless?” You sobbed.
“Please don’t say that,” he said with grief. “You have much to offer, Y/N.”
You lifted your head. His eyes. His eyes expressed a hint of sorrow. You each fell silent as an ounce of warmth coated your heart. When was the last time you were comforted? His embrace made you feel protected. It made you feel…loved.
He lifted his hand, wiping away your tears. His touch was like an electric shock against your skin. You snuggled into him, praying for his kind gesture to soothe your aching heart.
It was as if time froze. His hand moved from your face, to your back, rubbing in circles. Slowly, your distress calmed as you steadily pulled away.
“Thank you, Ryuken.”
He smiled, “no need to thank me. I’m just…I’m just glad I made it in time.” He frowned towards the man still laying on the ground. “I’ll call the police to arrest this specimen.” He looked back at you. “I can take you home.”
“You’ve done enough. I can call a taxi-“
“There's no signal around here.”
Right. That fact slipped your mind. “Okay. I appreciate it.”
Ryuken led you to his vehicle. It was an all black Lexus LX. He unlocked the car while opening the door for you.
You beamed. “Thank you.”
He closed the door after you were comfortably in your seat. His car was neatly cleaned and organized. You admired its interior as the SUV lightly jotted as he entered the driver's seat.
He placed his phone into a tripod. “Type in your address.”
You nodded and typed the way home.
The engine started. He exited the parking lot with ease. It was silent. Too silent. You looked out the window to try and calm your nerves. It did not help. You needed to say something.
“I“ you both said in unison.
“Sorry,” Ryuken said. “You go first.”
“I wanted to ask what you were doing on this side of town.” You thought this might be too invasive. “Forget about it though.”
“I don’t mind.” He turned the steering wheel. “My wife, kanae, loved a restaurant that was around here. Our…anniversary passed and I still wanted to remember her. Unfortunately, the restaurant closed.”
You lowered your head to the ground as you felt the pain. You too had a favorite restaurant that your husband also loved. “You must have been devastated. It’s like another piece of her has gone missing…”
“Yeah...” his voice faded away. “Anyways. What were you doing around here?” He changed the subject.
You rubbed the back of your neck with a nervous laugh. “I was trying to adopt a cat.”
“A cat?”
“Yeah. It’s a long story, but it has something to do with my trauma. My therapist said it's exposure therapy to help me stop avoiding certain situations that remind me of my husband.”
Ryuken came to a stop light. He faced you. “I think that’s a good idea. I'm assuming the outcome wasn’t what you planned.”
“Exactly. I felt like I was going into cardiac arrest just looking at those kittens.”
The light turned green as he stepped his foot on the gas pedal. “Don't beat yourself up. I say you’re doing a marvelous job. After Kanae passed, I drowned myself in work to forget. This was not a healthy response. I wish I did therapy like you.”
You imagined him sinking lower and lower into an endless void, running around the hospital on pure instinct. For some reason, this did not sit well with you as you gently placed your hand on top of his.
His grip tightened on the wheel, coming to a complete stop. “We’re here.”
You lowered your palm, allowing him to put the car in park. “Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
It was time for you to leave, but you stayed instead. Ryuken did not seem bothered that you stood still. He just stared, attempting to read your expression. You noticed his eyes lower to your lips. It made you tingle.
“Something’s been bothering me,” he said as he leaned closer.
Your heart rate escalated. Why did he have so much influence over you? Your lips parted as his thumb grazed the side of your mouth. That electric sensation exploded on your skin again.
He tilted his head to the side, “Your makeup was smudged.”
“Oh. Thank you…” you stared intensely into his eyes. What was he thinking?
“Have a goodnight, Y/N.” He pulled away.
“You too.” You hurried and exited the car. Heat flushed your cheeks as you walked up the steps. You grabbed your keys, turning around. Ryuken was still there, waiting till you entered. You waved goodbye before turning the key to unlock the door.
As you closed the hatch, you sank to the floor. You felt betrayal. The first thing you did was find the nearest picture of your husband and cradled the frame.
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
Ryuken slammed the door behind him as he loosened his tie. He needed a cigarette, immediately. The lighter flickered as he ignited the flame. He inhaled the tobacco, slouching down onto a couch.
“I made an error,” he looked to the side, admiring the picture of his wife. “I know I know. Quit smoking. I need one right now though.” He inhaled the cigarette.
He loathed to admit that he enjoyed your company-but maybe, just maybe his heart yearned to feel again. The smudged makeup was an excuse to touch you. His moral compass knew it was wrong, and yet, he acted upon what he wanted.
He finished the cigarette before heading upstairs to the bathroom. There, he stripped his clothing away and took off his glasses before turning the shower on to the coldest temperature. He stood, letting the freezing water cascade down his body.
”It won't happen again, kanae.”
“So you weren’t able to adopt a cat?” Your therapist asked.
“I couldn't. I thought about the night of my husband's death again, so I ran.”
“I see.” They noted something on their notepad. “Do you have a close friend or family member you can confide in? Or better yet, try an activity or just go out. When was the last time you did something like that?”
You had to think for a moment. “Over…a year ago.”
“Try it out. Sometimes a distraction is necessary. After that, I would like you to go back to the shelter and adopt a cat. What about driving?”
You laughed nervously. “I'm still taking a taxi.”
“That’s okay. One step at a time.”
Your therapist wrapped up the session. You scheduled again for next week before packing up.
Scrolling through your phone, you looked to see who would be the perfect fit. Your mom, your dad. You moved across the country for medical school and opened a clinic in karakura town. It would be days before you could see them again.
When it comes to friends, you were lacking in that department. Maybe someone from the clinic? Or an old acquaintance from college? No. You shook your head, disappointed to find no solution.
“Y/N,” a familiar voice said.
You glanced away from your phone to be greeted with a pair of blue eyes. There, Ryuken casually had his hands placed in the pockets of his lab coat. He wore a tan colored suit with a tie to match. You had to admit he was attractive.
“Hey, Ryuken,” you smiled.
He walked closer. Too close. He leaned forward to your ear. “Please,” his voice flowed like velvet silk, “call me Doctor Ishida when we’re here. I’d hate for rumors to spread around.”
Butterflies danced in your tummy. You cursed your body for reacting so chirpy. “Right…sorry.”
“You seem troubled. Is everything okay?” He leaned upwards.
“I can’t really say much here.” You scanned around the room, noticing wandering eyes.
“I understand.” He pulled a card from his lab coat as he expertly slid it into your jean pocket with discretion. “My business card. Call this number if you need to talk.”
His touch always sparked your skin. You flinched slightly as your cheeks heated. “I will, thank you-“
His pager went off. “Sorry, duty calls.”
You nodded as he strolled away to answer the phone call. It was time to head back home. You called for a taxi after exiting through the main entrance. The only thing on your mind was Ryuken. Why was he so kind and gentle with you? Maybe because you were both grieving and he understood your agony. Regardless, you would not take his kindness for granted.
After returning home, you paced back and forth with the business card in hand. Should I call? No! Text is better. You type his number, saving it in your contact list.
Hesitation prevented you from making a move. You looked back at your husband's photo. “He’s just a friend. I promise.” And with that, you messaged Ryuken.
You: Hey it's Y/N! Thanks again for giving me your number.
You: How’s work?
Surprisingly, the message was read within seconds. You waited and waited for a response. Nothing…
You sighed and tossed your phone to the side. Spaghetti and a comedy movie would lift your spirits, so that is exactly what you did as time passed.
Three hours later and still no response. You would be lying if you said it didn't upset you. You took a shower and dressed for the night. Right as you were heading to bed, your phone chimed. You quickly checked the notification.
Ryuken: Sorry for the late response. I had an emergent case. Work was fine and no need to thank me. Are you feeling better?
You plopped down onto the bed, replying instantly.
You: Yes! I made spaghetti and watched a movie :)
Ryuken: That's great. Was it any good?
You: I’ve seen that movie a thousand times. Never fails me!
Ryuken: Splendid. What about the spaghetti?
You: I’m a pro in the kitchen. It was delicious!
Ryuken: Interesting. Maybe I’ll have to find out for myself just how good your cooking is.
Was he…flirting? For the first time in a long time, you giggled. This was the perfect opportunity to ask your nagging question.
You: speaking of food. Would you like to grab a bite one day?
Your message was read, followed by a phone call. His name lit up on your screen. Your heart pounded. Should you answer it? You let the phone ring a few more times before hitting the accept button.
“Hello?” Your voice was shaky.
“Hey. I'm not big on texting so I thought I'd call instead. Where would you like to go?”
He said yes! You kept your composure. “I know this amazing ramen spot. Is that okay with you?“
He paused for a second. You could hear the sound of bed sheets ruffling. “Sounds good to me.”
And with that, an outing was set.
Chapter Three: It’s a date
This one? No! What about this? Too flashy.
You tossed clothing after clothing. Nothing seemed to fit right for the casual dinner you planned with Ryuken. Were you over complicating things? Possibly. Still, you wanted to feel pleasant.
You had two hours till the dinner reservation. It was just enough time to hop in the shower, do your makeup and add a touch of fragrance. After a deep search through your closet, you settled on a red off the shoulder bodycon dress and black pumps.
The reflection in the mirror. You stared at it, and accepted that this person was in fact beautiful. One step at a time…
Only thirty minutes left. The restaurant was a fifteen minute drive from your house. You tried to book a taxi, but on a weekend at the peak hours, it was nearly impossible to do so.
Like fate, your phone rang. You smiled as you answered the call. “Hey!”
”I'll pick you up.” Ryuken said calmly.
“You won't make it in time. I was going to take-“
”I’m already outside.”
“Wait, really?!” You rushed to the front door.
There, Ryuken leaned against his car as he hung up the phone. He was…grinning. “As a fellow doctor, you should know we come prepared.”
You chuckled. It was a breath of fresh air to see him relaxed and unbothered. You grabbed your purse from the counter before locking the door. Ryuken followed your every movement. You noticed, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, averting eye contact.
“I must say, you look absolutely stunning.” He said smoothly.
Your cheeks heated. “Thank you.” It was your turn to check his outfit. White dress shirt, tucked neatly into his black slacks and a pair of loafers to match. It was a simple choice, yet his magnetic charm made it look more exquisite. “And you look good-Imean handsome or uh-“
He snickered. “Thank you. Any term you use to describe my appearance is much appreciated.” He opened the passenger door for you.
You were quite flustered. The car ride to the restaurant was awkward. You both openly flirted without a second thought. The feeling of guilt crept its way through again.
The restaurant was surprisingly empty for a Saturday evening. Only four tables were occupied. You were greeted by the hostess before heading to your reserved seating.
You opened the menu. “So, what type of ramen do you like?”
Ryuken flipped through each page with a blank stare. “Anything. As long as its not spicy.”
A devious smirk flashed across your face. “Can’t handle spice?”
“Is that a challenge?” He pushed his glasses against his nose.
“Hmm. Depends.” You teased.
He took the bait as he asked the waiter for a bowl of spicy tonkotsu ramen. “Give me the hottest level as well.”
“I’ll also take the same thing.”
The waiter paused for a second at your requests. “Great! Your food will be ready shortly.” They walked away.
You sipped your water casually, analyzing his body language. “Are you sure you can handle it?”
“I should be asking you the same.” He also lifted his glass. “The waiter seemed surprised when you asked for spicy ramen. And don’t you come here often? This tells me you never order anything with spice.”
Dammit! He caught you in your lie. Still, you would not forfeit. “Then let's see who can finish their bowl first. Loser has to do any dare. Deal?”
He chuckled. “Deal.”
To lighten the mood, you ordered a bottle of sake and whisky. The ramen burned your tongue, and the alcohol did not help. You chugged a glass of water with only a quarter of the bowl finished.
Ryuken seemed unphased as he slurped the noodles with no reaction. He noticed your discomfort. “You can quit.” He drank the glass of sake with ease. He must have been a heavyweight.
”I’m just getting started.” You pushed through the burn and made progress.
Regardless of your effort, it seemed unlikely that you would win. Ryuken either lied about disliking spicy food, or his pain tolerance was high. It could have been a mix of both.
After some time you called it quits. “Fine. You win.” You sighed.
”I already knew the outcome.” He smirked as he downed another glass of sake. A tint of red peeked on his cheeks. The alcohol was finally getting to him.
You also had your fair share of drinks, but not enough to be wasted. You reached in your wallet to pull out some cash.
”What are you doing?” He asked with a frown.
“Grabbing some money for the tab-“
“That won't be necessary.” He yanked the check off the table without bothering to see the price. The waiter took his card to finalize the bill.
“Oh..okay.” You slowly placed your wallet back in your purse. What a gentleman, but he seemed insulted that you bothered to pay a portion of the check.
The ride back home was even more awkward than before. It was clear there was tension in the air. You failed to notice that you were staring at him till he faced you.
The car came to a stop light. Ryuken did the unthinkable by placing his hand on your thigh. “What’s troubling you?”
You. “Nothing.” You looked away, “maybe I'm just nervous to see what dare you have for me.”
His hand stroked your inner thigh. “I almost forgot.” He finally noticed his intimate touch and pulled away as the light turned green.
At last, you were home. Was this Deja vu? Because you were frozen in your seat again.
Ryuken’s eyes trailed down your body. “Right. The dare.” He loosened the tie around his neck. “I need to use the restroom first.”
”I don’t mind!” You opened the door. “My place is a bit messy though so don’t judge.”
He turned off the car. “I would never do such a thing,” his voice sounding amused.
You unlocked the door and turned on the lights. “The bathroom is right around the corner.”
He nodded and followed your directions.
You plopped on the couch as you heard the door click shut. His touch still lingered on your thigh. It took every ounce of willpower not to react in the moment. Gosh. What the hell am I doing? Your eyes narrowed in on the photo of your husband. You placed a hand over your heart, silently mourning.
“Thank you for letting me use your restroom.”
You opened your lids, startled. “Of course.” You rose from the couch, walking towards him. He never broke eye contact as you came to a halt a few inches away.
A sudden burst of warmth flowed through the air. Was it because of the summer heart? Or was it because your body reacted in such a way that you felt alive again? Like the earth circling the sun, you were pulled into his orbit.
Ryuken must have felt the same as he inched closer. “About that dare.” His eyes showed a hint of desire.
“Yes?”
He lifted his hand, cupping your cheek. “I dare you…to let me..do this.” The alcohol took its effect as his lips gently pressed against yours. The kiss was a quick exchange as he waited patiently for your response.
The taste of booze lingered on your tongue. Would this be the excuse you used to justify your actions as you returned the kiss? Ryuken wasted no time to grip your waist and deepen the kiss. You were starving for more as you opened your mouth, granting his tongue to enter.
Your body was flipped around, causing you to bump into a table. He expertly lifted you onto the counter as his hands roamed over your ass. You whimpered while gripping onto his shirt.
His pelvis steadily thrusted into your soaked lingerie. “Y/N,” he groaned.
You finally moaned. “Ryuken…”
The table creaked as he continued to grind. You felt his hardened length tease your aching clit. He trailed desperate kisses down your neck till he landed between your breasts. Your nipples were exposed to the cool air as he lowered your dress.
His mouth sucked on your nipple as your hand moved towards his belt on instinct. You needed him, pronto.
“Shit,” he cursed underneath his breath as he stopped. “I’m sorry.” He averted eye contact as he covered you up, trying to piece together whatever decency remained.
You also snapped out of whatever trance you were trapped in. “I…I-“
”I’m going home.” He refused to look you in the eyes as he fixed his tie. “I’m sorry…for dishonoring you.” He looked as if he wanted to break down into tears.
You were left speechless as you watched him quietly exit the door.
What have I done?
Chapter Four: Am I a junkie?
“How many more online sessions would you like to do before coming back in person?” Your therapist asked.
It has been over a month since your…incident with Ryuken. You made a wise decision to avoid the hospital like a spreading epidemic. Was it cowardly? Yes. Will you ever show yourself some grace? Possibly.
The moment Ryuken left that day, you crumbled. The mixed emotions combined like red, blue and yellow to form the shade of black was a representation of your soul. A blackened void. You fell into sorrow not only because of your disloyalty. It was the fact you craved to be touched again, only by him.
“Maybe in a few weeks.” You replied. It was a lie.
“I sense uncertainty.”
Damn. Your therapist was fantastic at their job. A little too good for comfort. It was nearly impossible to tell a fib.
“Im not entirely sure when I’ll be ready.” You admitted.
Your therapist typed on their computer. “Explain what happened. There is no point in therapy if you cannot truly express your thoughts.”
They were right, and you loathed to expose the truth. Still, money and time should not be wasted.
You inhaled before stating every little detail, minus who the person actually was. Things could get ugly if word spread like wildfire. You mustered the courage to explain your careless error and how it damaged your psyche.
“I think you’re too hard on yourself. Apart from this, when was the last time you were intimate?” Your therapist sounded concerned.
You swallowed the lump in your throat. “A few days before my husband passed away. So…quite awhile.”
“And do you have feelings for this person?”
Falling for Ryuken was probably a stretch. You would prefer to say it was an innocent crush. But would a harmless crush lead to lust? Highly doubtful.
“I could say I enjoy his company. But I still love my husband.”
“That’s to be expected. But the harsh truth is that one day your heart may beat for another. You will probably continue to feel guilty, but no human desires to be alone, ever. My advice to you is to step away for a while,weigh the pros and cons and fight for your happiness.”
Once again, they were right. Your husband wouldn't despise you if you found another lover. He would smile from above to know you were cared for and loved by another. It was time to face reality and stop living in the past. Life only moved forward, not backwards.
“Thank you for your wise words.” You said softly as tears slowly formed around your eyes. “Sorry. I'm a bit emotional right now.” You wiped your face.
“No need to apologize. This is a judgment free zone.”
“I think I should reward myself.”
“I agree. What’s brewing in your mind?”
A smile crept on your face. Determination looked good on you. “I’m gonna adopt a cat.”
Your therapist gleamed. “Sounds good to me.”
The next session was booked before you closed your laptop. You hurried like a deadline was approaching to the animal shelter.
Ryuken couldn't be happier that the operating schedule was filled to the brim. He practically leaped with joy-which was hard to imagine. With the hustle, his mind was preoccupied. His uneasy nature did not go unnoticed by the staff. It was normal for his demeanor to be cold like winter temperatures, but this was beyond that.
”Doctor Ishida,” a nurse said. “You’ve already completed five surgeries today. We can alert the surgeon on call to replace you-“
“I decline.” He said bluntly. “I’m alright,” he lowered his glasses as he cleaned them off with his shirt. Dark circles were visibly noticeable around his eyes. When was the last time he had a good night's rest?
“But sir-“
“Leave me be!” He snapped.
The entire operating room fell silent. Each staff member whispered amongst each other.
“Right. I’m sorry for caring…” the nurse lowered her head before walking away.
Ryuken threw on his lab coat and suited up before commencing the next procedure. It was a tricky one. A heart transplant. The anesthesia technicians followed his instructions while he worked his magic. Unfortunately, his mind was elsewhere.
The night he touched you intimately. It burned his memory like a cigarette sizzling on one's skin. He sweated as his hands trembled. If this were to continue, he would be the one on the operating table receiving a transplant.
“Doctor Ishida?” An anesthesia tech asked with worry. “The patient's oxygen level is decreasing.”
He knew that, and yet, he was in an out of body experience.
“Doctor Ishida-“
“Stitch the wound!” He commanded. For the first time, he pushed his limit and accepted this fact. He took pride in his work, so he would be damned if a patient took their last breath under his care.
The surgery was postponed till his replacement arrived shortly. The patient was still under anesthesia with a stable heart beat. Shame molded into his face as he strolled to his office. Another milestone was achieved as he felt failure.
He slammed his door shut with such force the pictures on the wall nearly fell. “Something has to change.” He marched, flinging the pile of paperwork on his desk to the ground. “It’s like I'm a junkie! I’m addicted to her, but why?!” He crushed his fist on the counter with pure rage.
The only thing to calm his escalating anger was the picture of his wife. He inhaled while combing through his hair. “You didn't need to see that, Kanae. I apologize.” He fixed his tie, regaining composure.
Finally, logical reasoning came forth like a tidal wave. He was a man who followed life on hard facts. If something hinders your every move, what is there to do? Delete it. That is exactly what he did as he pulled out his phone to delete your contact for good.
It was the right choice in his mind, but also wrong.
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You thought about how he jacked off into your panties, to make sure you knew you were exclusively his. Cum dripping from the cloth and small rips in the lace.
You thought about how he would swiftly and covertly run fingertips over your thigh from under the table, electric touch sending shivers of pleasure up your spine to get you to flinch.
You thought about how he fucked you silly into the night and would not allow you to leave the bed to go clean up in the bathroom by wrapping his broad form around you to ensure you could not wriggle free.
How every single article of clothing you owned was carefully handpicked by him. He knew what he wanted to see you in, and he knew that it would earn you the gazes of others. When that happened, he would glare at them, smug and pleased with himself.
You were running hot.
And you craved him badly.
You shifted your body against tacky, sweat soaked sheets. The power was out, the air was stagnant, the humidity clung to you. Nothing but the white sheen of moonlight illuminated the room with muffled sounds from next to you.
You felt a slight vibration of the bed under you, and something caught your eye. No doubt about it – Sosuke was jacking off.
He was sure you’d already gone to sleep, and he faced the wall in his efforts not to disturb you. “You could have just asked me,” you whispered, fingers tracing down the planes of his back, muscles twitching under your touch. You worked your way around to the smooth skin of his thigh, affording you a raspy sigh when your nails dragged down leaving welts. You couldn’t see it, the content smile that danced across his lips; your touch soothed him. But with every brush of teasing fingertips he grew hungrier, more wanton for you as he continued stroking himself until he couldn’t take it anymore. He would gladly accept this invitation.
” I didn’t want to wake you, my love.”
“You didn’t.”
He looked over his shoulder at you briefly and turned to reach over and lift you on top of him. Sosuke was warm, he always had run hot, and his beautiful face glistened with sweat in the suffocating summer heat. Your fingertips traced his jaw as his met the curve of your breast, his other hand curling around the back of your neck and combing fingers through the wet strands of hair from the heat; grabbing a fistful and pulling your face down to his.
Fervid, soft, searing lips melted yours right off as you felt his cock twitching against your thigh. Your scorching bodies tangled into the sheets. Your hand frantically reached to pull your shorts down, but his hand that was in your hair quickly threaded through cascades of strands to wrap around your fingers. He wanted to disrobe you himself.
Skillful, languid, balletic fingers removed your shorts as he licked his lower lip, fingernails grazing your thigh on the way down in small retribution. You whined at the sensation on your touch-starved skin; the sound that erupted from your lips was too much for him.
Sosuke let a predacious groan escape before he moved his hand between your legs to find your heat, squeezing your thigh before needily and frantically shoving two long digits into your wet cunt. Your lips found his in the dark, voraciously parting them with your tongue. Soft and dripping wet with sweat and your shared saliva, they glissaded over yours deliciously while he pumped his fingers into your sex, flustered from your sudden advance. His tongue dominated your mouth, demanding entry as his fingers found your spot and your back arched with a hitch of your breath. A soft moan left your lips and then the proverbial scale tipped. He couldn’t take it anymore. A fresh wave of lascivious aggression overtook him and he was primordial.
You bit back a moan as he suddenly flipped you onto your back, carnal growling reverberating through his chest. “Fuck, you are all mine,” he hissed, his hand now wrapped around your neck as he slammed you into the pillows to seal your lips fully with his and shove his tongue past them. Your tongue fought back to no avail as his explored every inch of your mouth and you happily ate every avaricious contrabass moan until it festered infernal heat in your lower abdomen.
A sharp inhale befell you as his girth breached your tight cunt with a slight pinch of sensitive flesh. Your head jolted back against the soft bedding as he clenched his teeth at the sensation of your pulsating walls gripping him like a vice. The stillness in the room was soon colored with the sonorous hum of wanton growls, shaky breathing and the sharp snap of flesh against flesh as he fucked you senseless, every breath you could manage into your lungs expended flippantly as you moaned his name cacophonously; that stalwart admonition that you were his and his alone was a most delicious symphony to his senses.
The heat that pooled in your stomach was at a rolling boil and your body threatened to crack under the hydraulic pressure of his thrusts. You had him completely buried to the hilt, his length grinding against your spot with every ravenous, dizzying hip movement as he pursued divine mitigation. He relished you as if you were his last meal, lips kiss-swollen, smothering yours again to swallow your euphonious laments that rang out as your walls spasmed; earning you a sharp roar from him that ran down your throat with the same languidity with which your arousal wept down the length of his cock, sullying the sheets beneath you.
The snap of his hips to yours grew ever more rapid and dissentient as your vision went florid and he made a mess of you; you were lilting and spluttering as his lips and teeth left a trail of fire to your clavicle, grazing teeth over the sensitive flesh, making sure you called out for him as he met his apex. Twitching and frenetic at the crescendo of your canorous cries, he made sure to thrust every last drop of his cum into your weeping cunt, because you belonged to him.
Teeming with ecstasy and breath trembling, your gaze met fiery cinnamon orbs shadowed by the moon-soaked blackness in the room as the deific inferno of his sinewy form around you lingered; he was going to take his time before he removed himself from your heat. You shared each other’s breath for just an ineradicable juncture before he claimed your lips, softly this time. You let out a contented sigh, your lips moving languorously across his as you reached up to curl tremulent fingers into dampened, silky tresses.
“Sosuke.” you whispered, lips still touching.
“Hm?”
“Aren’t you glad I was still awake?”
“Hmm. Yes, my dear, it was quite convenient.”
You gave him a soft but firm slap on his ass. “Convenient… hmm. I’ll remember that. Next time, you’re going to have to take care of your own problem.”
“And you will then be reminded that that is your obligation, my beloved.”
Innocent, intimate moments with Kisuke seemed to always have a way of turning into something not-so-innocent. Laying so near to his heart drove you mad with desire. Or maybe it was his stubble scratching your forehead and cheeks, or his hand absentmindedly stroking your arm, or his scent infiltrating your mind, or his warm skin against yours. Maybe it was all of that, and simultaneously none of that. Maybe it was just how in love you were with him that had you longing to be full of him, emotionally, mentally, physically.
You started to press kisses into his neck and jaw, nuzzling into him, wrapping yourself around him, speaking to him without saying any words. His throat vibrated against your lips, rumbling with gruff chuckles as he figured out your game.
“Are you being needy?” He asked teasingly, pulling your leg across his lap.
“Can’t help myself,” you mumbled tiredly into his skin.
“Shall I be a good man and take care of it for you?”
“Yes, please.”
He didn’t take long to strip you and maneuver you into his lap, his mouth wrapped around your nipple while he bounced you on his length. And when your wanton cries and helpless tugs on his hair sent him over the edge, he manhandled you onto your back so he could go harder, faster, pounding away at the ache between your legs and satisfying his. He finished with his lips on yours, drooling into your mouth, filling and fulfilling you the way you had needed him to.
Though you were insatiable when it came to him. In the aftermath, as he held you near to him and his warmth again, playing with your hair, his stubble gently scraping your face again as he kissed you, you simply had to spring on him once more.
Crawling down his legs, you smiled sweetly up at him before kissing his tip, watching it twitch back to life as he gasped and groaned. You pecked and licked and made out with his cock the same way you had his neck, loving on every part of him, on him, so much it made your chest hurt. You took him deeply, eagerly, no matter how you gagged or how your eyes watered, exploding with affection from the silly things he said and the sounds he made and his hand in your hair, always guiding you. When he finished, you took that too, swallowing like he was your water and you were severely dehydrated. He could only laugh deliriously when you crawled up next to him, attaching yourself to him again.
“You have enough, cuddle bug?” He teased, grabbing and squeezing your thigh.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” you teased back, giggling playfully.
“You’re gonna run me dry, cutie.”
He had no idea. You couldn't stop thinking about just how much you loved him, wanting nothing more than to say it. Doing so physically came naturally with him, but to utter those words aloud to Kisuke…
“I just…” You hesitated.
He looked at you, eyes softening, waiting patiently. It terrified you, how nonchalant and casual he could be sometimes. There was a little part of you that was always afraid of him finding out how intense you were and deciding that you and your heart were too much for him.
But you’d decided now - you loved him so much, you wanted him to know, and you wanted him to be able to choose.
“I love you a whole lot,” you confessed.
His brows furrowed together slightly, observing your expression for any further hint of hesitation or maybe frivolity. “Yeah?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
And then he grinned, that flippant, carefree one you knew so well, the one that in this moment, made your heart sink a little. “I think that makes me pretty lucky.”
But it didn’t make you love him any less. You smiled, even if it didn’t reach your eyes. It was okay. You loved him. You wanted this, wanted him to choose. That was what mattered.
He leaned in, stopping just before his lips met with yours. “And,” he started, looking into your eyes, waiting, hesitating the same way you had.
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The night air in Las Noches was cold, unnaturally so, like it had been touched by death and sealed in a vacuum of white stone and silence. You stood in the long hallway just beyond the throne room, your heartbeat a whisper beneath the vast echo of this hollow fortress. His presence lingered behind you like a ghost, his being you could never fully grasp.
You had defected for him. For Sōsuke Aizen.
The man whose eyes carried the weight of what felt like the entire universe and yet, when they brushed against you in passing, made your body tremble with something far more devastating than fear. It was want. Pure, ruinous want. A hunger born of watching him from the sidelines, of hearing his voice twist commands from honey into venom, of feeling the pull of his reiatsu like silk wrapping around your throat, your vessels.
You had been a lieutenant once. One who was proud, loyal, and righteous. You remembered the first time you saw him up close during your introduction. Aizen had been calm and soft-spoken, glasses resting gently on the bridge of his nose, every syllable he spoke pressing into your skin like an intimate confession. That version of him—refined, restrained, deceptive—was the one you should have been able to resist. But even then, your soul recognized his gravity immediately. You knew then:
You wanted to be close to him.
You wanted to kneel before him.
You wanted him to take your loyalty in both hands and bend it, mold it, use it.
And when the betrayal came, when Soul Society shattered under the weight of his defection, you didn’t hesitate. You followed. You didn’t ask questions. You didn’t beg for explanation. You stood at his side, quietly, like a shadow blooming under his light.
You weren’t naïve. You knew what you were to him. An extra pawn. A convenient tool. Something that bled for him, that killed for him, that smiled through the silence of his indifference because it meant you were still by his side.
But gods—you loved him.
You loved him with a kind of madness that lived in the space between your ribs and rattled every time he walked past. You ached for him in the quiet hours, when the Espada slept and the palace grew still. You burned for him when he spoke to you with that low, unreadable voice that never gave you more than scraps. He always gave you the bare minimum, and yet, you yearned with every fiber of your being. Aizen never touched you. He didn’t need to.
He looked at you—and you shattered.
But he would never love you. Yet still you watched him like a sinner craves the divine. You’d let him use you. Let him lie to you. Let him break you into pieces if it meant one day, he might reach for you in the dark— not because he needed you, but because he wanted you.
Just once.
Just one moment where the world fell away and it was only his mouth on yours, his hands pressing into the hunger he created.
You’d give him anything. Everything. and he knew it.
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Tonight, the silence in Las Noches is different. Heavy. Something is coming. You can feel it in your bones, your soul humming like a struck tuning fork. When Aizen summoned you to his private chamber, you knew. Something was ending. Or beginning. Or both.
You entered the chamber like a lamb to slaughter.
He stood near the far wall gazing out his balcony, back to you, white coat swaying slightly with the force of his reiatsu and the wind. His voice was low when he spoke.
“You’ve been loyal,” he said, hands folded behind him. “Impressively so.”
You said nothing. Praise from Aizen was like sunlight in Hueco Mundo, something seemingly unreal. You held your composure, fists tightening around the cloth of your robe.
“But even loyalty has a price,” he continued, finally turning. His eyes locked on yours, molten amber. “And I must ask something more of you.”
Your breath hitched.
The words weren’t dramatic. There was no fanfare. But you felt them like a blade pressing lightly to your skin. He wasn’t asking. He was informing. The way he always did.
Your heart pounded. “Anything,” you whispered. “You know that.”
A faint smile curved his lips, and it cursed you. This smile alone is what kept you here during the times of doubt.
“The Hōgyoku is nearing completion,” he said. “But there is one final condition it requires. Something… rare. A soul fully surrendered—not just in death, but in desire. Devotion. Someone who gives themself willingly, with no resentment, no fear.”
He didn’t name you. But the implication bled between the words like ink in water.
Of course it was you. Of course it would be you.
And the worst part was you’d always known it would end like this.
“You want me to die for it,” you said softly. “For you.”
“I want you to choose it,” he corrected, walking toward you with that calm, calculated stride that made your knees weak. “That is what gives it power.”
Choose. As if you had a choice. As if your fate hadn’t been sealed the day you first looked into his eyes and mistook his godhood for salvation.
Your lips trembled. “Will it matter?”
He tilted his head slightly. “To the world? Yes. To me?” His smile widened just enough to hurt. “You would serve your purpose.”
Serve your purpose. Yet another reminder of the scalding fact you were only a tool for him, one he could put down and throw at any time. Yet..
If this was the end…
If this was the last time…
“I’ll do it,” you whispered. Your voice shook, but the vow was clear. “But…”
His gaze didn’t waver.
Your knees buckled beneath the weight of it all—love, grief, desperation—and you sank before him, falling to the cold white floor without grace. You didn’t care. You knelt like a worshiper before her god, hands trembling as they clutched the fabric of his robes. Your head bowed, not in submission but in longing too profound to carry upright. Your entire body shook from holding it in for too long.
“Please,” you choked out, voice breaking as your forehead pressed against his thigh. “Just once. Please use me. Not as your pawn. Not as your soldier. Just… let me feel like I was yours. Even if it’s just a lie.”
He looked down at you, expression unreadable.
“And what would that look like, to you?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. “If I were to use you?”
You looked up at him, eyes wet, mouth parted. “You’d kiss me,” you said. “Touch me. Make me feel wanted. Even if it’s pretend. Let me be yours in the only way I can be.”
He paused for a moment, the small smile never leaving his lips.
Then, slowly, he reached down, fingers threading into your hair as if weighing the texture, the obedience in your posture.
“To reward you…” he murmured, his voice like velvet soaked in poison, “I’ll use you the way you want to be used.”
Your breath caught.
“I’ll take your body,” he continued, his other hand grazing your cheek, “as if it were mine—no.. because it is mine. I will ruin you with the same elegance I will destroy the soul society with.”
A soft sound escaped your lips, a pitiful whimper sounding of a beg.
“I won’t love you,” he said, calmly. “But I will give you everything else.”
And somehow, impossibly, that was enough.
Aizen stepped back from you slowly, his fingers untangling from your hair with purpose, as though marking the end of one role and the beginning of another. He gazed down at you—still on your knees, lips parted, body shivering not from fear but from anticipation— Like a god surveying the altar prepared in his name.
“Stand,” he said simply.
You moved instantly, unsteady legs pulling you upward even as your heart tried to sink through the floor. Your breathing was shallow, chest rising and falling like a maiden before the pyre. His gaze didn’t leave you as you stood, hands clenched at your sides, unsure if you should reach for him or remain still.
He took his time circling you, one hand raised to lightly drag along your jaw, the curve of your shoulder, the small of your back—like he was appraising a statue made in his image. Possession bloomed in every touch, in every glance.
“You’ve wanted this for a long time,” he said, now behind you, his breath brushing your ear. “Haven’t you?”
“Yes,” you whispered, throat tight.
“Say it louder.”
“Yes.” You obeyed.
He hummed, pleased. “You’ll do exactly as I say,” he continued, “and only when I allow it.”
“Yes, Aizen-sama.”
“Good girl.”
Your knees almost gave out again.
He stepped in front of you and let his haori fall from his shoulders. It slid down like water, pooling at his feet in silence. The sight of him—still clothed, but disarmed of the captain’s illusion—felt more dangerous than any enemy. He didn’t need armor. He was the weapon.
“Undress,” he said.
Your fingers fumbled slightly at first, nerves stuttering in the presence of command. But you didn’t hesitate. You shed the thin kimono you wore, baring inch after inch of skin until nothing remained but your breath and the racing pulse at your throat.
“On the bed,” he ordered.
You moved without thought, stepping back until your legs hit the edge of his impossibly luxurious bed—a surreal contrast to the cold starkness of Las Noches. You climbed on slowly, crawling toward the center as your heart thudded with anticipation. He watched you from the foot of the bed, eyes glinting like obsidian, arms crossed loosely behind his back.
“Kneel.”
You obeyed.
“Hands behind your back. Chest up.”
You shifted, sitting on your heels as your back arched slightly, your body exposed and offered. You crossed your arms behind your back, holding onto your forearms as some sort of anchor for you.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
You lifted your gaze. The air itself seemed to still.
“I want you to remember something,” he said, stepping closer now, finally reaching the edge of the bed. His voice was silk threaded with iron. “This is not love.”
You nodded.
“This is not mercy.”
Another nod.
“This is worship,” he whispered, “and you are the one offering it.”
You trembled at his gaze, mouth dry, core burning with need so sharp it felt like punishment.
He climbed onto the bed with fluid grace, not crawling—approaching, like a celestial being crossing the sky. His knees settled on either side of you, tall and commanding as he looked down into your upturned face. His hand reached out to cup your cheek.
“Do you still want this?” he asked, almost taunting.
“Yes,” you breathed. “More than anything.”
He leaned in, lips brushing just beside your ear, not touching it. Not quite.
“Then earn it.”
His hand traveled down your face to your throat, resting there—not squeezing, just reminding you of how little power you had. His thumb stroked the hollow of your neck.
“Use your mouth,” he instructed, shifting his hips just slightly forward. He loosened his shihakusho just enough to expose his cock.
“Worship me with it.”
You didn’t even need to think. You leaned in like a supplicant before a holy relic, your lips brushing his abdomen, the soft trail of skin just above his waistband. You kissed gently, licking reverently, up and down the plane of his stomach, tasting the heat of him, the perfection of his form. Every breath you took was laced with desperation.
“Slower,” he murmured. “Drag your lips. Let me feel your devotion.”
You did, letting your mouth move across his body as though it were sacred text. You weren’t just kissing— you were praying.
He guided you with small tugs to your hair, placing your lips on any spot he wanted you to be. When he finally allowed your mouth to close over the tip of his member, your body nearly buckled with gratitude. You made quick work of it, rolling your tongue and sucking fervently. He held you to where you could only reach the tip, but it was more than enough to have your legs trembling with need. Desperate moans were falling from your lips.
He groaned low—almost amused, almost indulgent.
“Look at you,” he murmured, brushing hair from your face as you worked, your mouth warm and obedient around him. “So desperate to be mine. To be used.”
You moaned around him, cheeks flushed, shame and pleasure coiling in your belly like something alive. Every time he praised you, every time he tugged your hair or pushed your head down just a little further, you felt closer to divinity. Closer to obliteration. At some point, he used your throat like a sex toy. He rocked your head on his cock, forcing you to take him in fully— lips touching the hilt.
When he finally pulled you off of him, you were gasping, lips swollen, eyes glassy and watering. This was total bliss.
“Lie back,” he commanded.
You obeyed.
And as he loomed over you, Aizen smiled, not out of lust, but conquest.
You laid back, spine sinking into silk sheets, skin flushed and bare beneath the cool air of Las Noches. Aizen didn’t move right away.
He watched.
His eyes roamed your body— clinical, composed, assessing whether what lay before him was worthy of use. It made your heart race. You’d been stripped down to nothing—of rank, of pride, of self. What remained was want. The kind that pulsed between your thighs and stole your breath every time his gaze lingered. He didn’t need to ask if you worshipped him. He knew.
Aizen finally moved, steps quiet as he approached the bed. His robes slid from his shoulders with practiced ease, pooling to the ground without a sound. The sight of him undressing wasn’t hurried or lewd, but more Like watching gravity pull a star into collapse.
He climbed onto the bed until he hovered over you, knees straddling your hips, his body a silhouette of divine command.
“I told you this would not be love,” he said.
You nodded. Your voice failed you.
“It will not be gentle.”
You swallowed. “I understand.”
He kept reminding you that it’s not what you wish it would be. As if he doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea. You didn’t care, you were going to pretend. Pretend that the holy being above you loved you in the same way you loved him.
His hand came to your chest, resting over your heart. The heat of it, his reiatsu pulsing just beneath skin, somehow pooling into your blood, made your breath hitch.
“You’ve always belonged to me,” he said. “I can feel the way your soul begs for me to command it. To use it. To own it.”
He shifted downward, his lips ghosting over the inside of your thigh, never fully planting onto the flesh. Just presence. You arched slightly, but his palm pressed your hip back into the mattress with effortless pressure. The command was silent, but absolute: Do not move.
You obeyed.
His fingers skimmed along the seam of your body, grazing lightly—never dipping where you needed him most. He was measured. Controlled. Like a surgeon dissecting need with calculated precision.
You ached.
And he knew.
Although completely bare, Aizen exuded restraint. He hadn’t fully indulged because he didn’t need to yet. He hadn’t given you permission to have him yet. Your body shook beneath the tension.
Then, without a word, he pressed his fingers between your legs.
You cried out from the sheer relief of being touched. Of finally being acknowledged. You spread your thighs farther apart— you could cum right then and there if you felt like you wouldn’t be punished for it.
He watched your reaction closely, his expression unreadable.
“You’re already this wet for me,” he said, not teasing—just stating a fact, a quiet observation that made shame burn under your skin.
His fingers moved slowly, drawing circles in maddening patterns that never satisfied. You wanted to writhe. To beg. But something in you knew he wouldn’t reward chaos. Only obedience.
He pulled away just as you reached the edge of moaning. You gasped, but you didn’t speak. Aizen shifted, looming over you with his palms pressed to the bed on either side of your head. Loose chocolate strands fell, framing his features. You were looking at a god. A higher being you weren’t worthy of being under, but you didn’t care. Everything you’ve ever done was for this moment.
When he positioned himself between your legs, he didn’t warn you. He didn’t ask. He simply entered you in one slow, searing motion.
The stretch of him, the fullness, it was too much and not enough all at once. Your fingers clenched into the sheets, your mouth falling open in a voiceless cry.
Still, he didn’t move.
He remained there, deep inside, letting your body adjust to him. Letting the knowledge of what he was doing sink in.
“You will not speak,” he said, voice low and final. “Not unless I give you permission.”
You nodded quickly, trying not to shake.
“Good.”
His hips moved with a devastating precision, slow and deep. Not hurried. Not frenzied. He wasn’t trying to make you come. He was claiming you. Every thrust pushed the air from your lungs, every retreat made your body weep to be filled again.
You didn’t dare reach for him. You knew your place.
But he reached for you.
One hand pinned your wrist to the bed, fingers wrapped around your pulse like he was measuring your devotion in heartbeats. His other hand held your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your lips as he watched your open-mouthed expression unravel beneath him.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “Unmade. And I’ve barely begun.”
Your eyes fluttered shut from the pressure building inside. You wanted to moan his name over and over, praying to the man above you, but you held it in.
His hand tightened slightly on your face. “No. Keep them open.”
You did.
You looked up at him as he moved inside you—steady, merciless, beautiful. And in his gaze you saw it: not affection or cruelty, But purpose. You were a means to an end. A vessel. As he said before, this wasn’t love and it never would be, yet tears still slipped from the corners of your eyes. Tears of joy. You were overwhelmed with happiness to be used by the man you love.
His breath grew heavier now, chest rising and falling in time with his thrusts. Still measured. Still elegant. But his eyes were locked on yours.
You couldn’t hold it in. “Aizen-sama,” you whispered, breaking the rule.
His pace didn’t falter, but his expression seemed disappointed. “Yes?”
“Please,” you gasped. “The kiss. Just once. Please.”
He said nothing for a moment. His rhythm stayed steady. precise and unwavering.
Then, finally—finally—he leaned down.
His lips brushed yours, hovering, lingering there for just a moment as he stared into your eyes. The eye contact make your chest swell, tears started pouring down your cheeks as you whimpered and cried.
Then, he caught your lips in a deep kiss. It was a seal. A mark. A kiss of ownership. He moved against you, tongue invading your mouth and tasting every part of it. Your lips moved together so perfectly, you never wanted it to end.
And as his mouth claimed yours, and his body moved faster, harder, devastating in its power, you knew—
This was the end you wanted.
However, it was short lived as Aizen’s mouth left yours, but he no longer held back. The motion of his hips sharpened, still controlled, but now purposeful—driving deeper, harder than what you felt like you could handle. but of course you would. Your hands clenched in the sheets, body arching instinctively beneath him. He pinned you down with a single hand at your sternum, pressing you into the mattress like a butterfly being framed.
Your moans broke free, no longer pretty or restrained. They came in staggered gasps, whimpers, fractured syllables of his name. His body was relentless, never faltering, each thrust pushing you closer to something you weren’t sure you could survive.
He didn’t look down at you with tenderness. He looked down at you like a monument to his power.
Your thighs trembled uncontrollably. Your skin slick with sweat. You were unraveling under him, bit by bit, breath by breath, until you were nothing but need.
“Ai—Aizen-sama, agh!! Please—I’m—”
You didn’t even know what you were begging for anymore. Release? Mercy? More?
He didn’t answer.
He gripped your jaw to anchor you. To remind you whose body this was. You met his gaze and saw nothing but calm, perfect calculation. And still it made your whole being quake.
His pace changed, deeper now, the deepest he’s been, slower again, every roll of his hips dragging a sob from your lungs.
You were full of him.
Consumed by him.
Destroyed by him.
And still you wanted more.
Your climax built like pressure beneath the skin, like something sacred breaking open inside your chest. It hit you all at once, violent, wracking, your cry echoing through the cold chamber like prayer turned scream. Your body convulsed beneath him, clinging, pulsing, offering.
Only when you were limp beneath him—shaking, twitching, vision blurred—did Aizen’s body tense. His thrusts grew sloppy— well as sloppy as such a perfect man could be. Less performative you suppose. You felt the shift.
This wasn’t for you.
This was for him.
You barely had time to brace for it. His hand on your jaw tightened. His mouth brushed your ear, and he whispered, not sweetly but with finality:
“Remember this.”
He came inside you with a deep, silencing groan, hips stuttering against yours as he emptied himself. His body folded over yours just slightly, enough to cage you, enough to make you feel truly taken. Truly used.
And then… stillness.
His breath was soft at your neck. His body heavy over yours.
And yet, the chill returned just as quickly. His presence pulled back from you like a tide retreating from shore. You lay beneath him, ruined. Shaking. Your thighs still parted. Your lips swollen. Your soul… aching.
He withdrew.
You whimpered faintly at the loss. You thought maybe he would say something. Hold you. Offer one final indulgence.
But Aizen simply stood, fluid and unbothered, retrieving his robe.
You turned your face to the side, breath uneven.
“Was I… enough?” you asked, barely audible.
His hand paused as he fastened his belt.
“You served your purpose,” he said.
That was all.
You nodded, the tears falling without sound now. You hadn’t expected love. You hadn’t even hoped for it. But the finality of those words still hit like steel through the ribs.
You sat up, weakly, drawing the blanket over your chest as if that could preserve what was left of you. He was already walking away, back turned, the same as ever.
But before he reached the door, he stopped.
Without facing you, he spoke once more.
“You will be remembered— ” he said. “As the final key.”
Your throat clenched. “And when it’s done?”
He didn’t answer.
Of course he wouldn’t.
Aizen never told you the ending. He only gave you the part you had to play.
And you would play it.
Gladly.
Because even if he never loved you, even if this night was the only touch he’d ever offer—you had been his.
Okay I’m posting it 😩
It’s been almost three years since I last wrote a fic, so please be kind 🥹🫶🏿
Numero Uno
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Aizen X Reader
Synopsis: You were assigned as the primera espada by Lord Aizen. This news did not sit well among some comrades. It didn’t matter though. You were his one and only trustworthy subordinate, but how would the tides turn if your relationship became more personal?
Word count: 4.8k
Tags: Edging, fingering, he’s a munch, penetration, pet name 👑
MINORS DNI ‼️
Okay! Please enjoy ^_^ (let me know if I should continue with part two)
It was another gloomy day in the spiritual realm of Hueco Mundo. You were preoccupied with completing the daily tasks Lord Aizen assigned to you. It was mundane work at best. Clean the battle grounds area within Las Noches, round up each espada for a meeting, and your favorite, training!
You worked hard, day and night to become the primera espada, which led you to be lord Aizen’s most trusted subordinate. However, number five and six had some choice words after the ranks were determined.
Like clockwork, number six, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez headed your way after the brief conference.
He narrowed his eyes. “Well if it isn’t Aizen’s pet.”
His sly remarks had no effect on you after defeating him in a sparring match. “It’s lord Aizen!” You replied. “And please refrain from making childish comments. It’ll make you seem weak-“
“You bitch!” He rushed towards you.
Before his arm could reach you, another figure appeared between the two of you.
“Lower your voice, Grimmjow.” Espada number four, Ulquiorra Cifer said bluntly. “You’ll give us all a headache.”
“Get the hell out of my way, Ulquiorra!”
“Or what? I’m two numbers ahead of you, but by all means draw your sword so I can understand the meaning of inferiority.”
“I’ll kill you-“
A clap flowing through the air disrupted the chaos. Lord Aizen stood at the top of his throne. “This display of masculinity is quite amusing, however I’m afraid it must come to an end.”
A snicker from the crowd caught your attention. Nnoitra Gilga, espada number five slouched against the wall. “Of fucking course she was saved by the bat and-“
The atmosphere erupted with spiritual pressure that caused every espada the quake, even you.
“I do not like being interrupted, Nnoitra.” Lord Aizen stated with annoyance.
“Y-yes sir.” Nnoitra said as sweat trickled down his face.
“As I was saying, I would like all of you to strengthen your abilities. War is on the rise.”
“War?!” You said without a second thought. “I’m sorry for my outburst…but who is our enemy?”
Lord Aizen smirked. “Do not fear, Y/N. The details will be discussed in due time.”
“Bullshit…” Grimmjow mumbuled beneath his breath.
“Do not question Lord Aizen’s motive.” Ulquiorra retorted.
“Enough.” Espada number three, Tier Harribel sighed.
“By all means, take this frustration to the battle grounds.” Lord Aizen said with a smug look as he disappeared into the darkness.
Shit, you thought. You were the one and only subordinate he trusted. So why? Why was this information hidden? You shook your head to dissolve the wandering notions before strolling to the desert.
In a private room, Lord Aizen was accompanied by his right hand man, Gin Ichimaru. There was no need to observe how training would conclude, given that he knew each and every ability the espada possessed.
“That was quite mean, Captain Aizen.” Gin chuckled.
“You believe so? I’d say this new revelation will spark some kind of resolve.”
“Hmmm. But the delivery ain’t cutting it. I was surprised too. You hardly gave me the details.”
Lord Aizen smirked. “That’s what makes this even more amusing.”
“Oh my.” Gin covered his mouth with a sly grin. “You’re very scary when you feel entertained.”
“Let’s check on them. I have some plans for Y/N.”
Back on the battlegrounds, you faced Nnoitra without releasing your zanpakuto. He was furious to feel belittled by your strength. One by one you lowered his defenses.
“Are you ready to give up?” You said while releasing a swing of your blade.
“As if.” Nnoitra dodged. “I refuse to lose to Aizen’s whore!” He lunged as your swords clashed with a ring shattering through the air.
“It’s not my fault I’m the strongest among us.” You pushed your weapon to gain ground. Within seconds, you leaped to the side to dodge a blue cero. “Shit!”
“Dammit! I was close.” Grimmjow frowned.
“Hey asshole!” Nnoitra shouted. “Stay out of our fight!”
“Hell no! I’ve been dying for my rematch.”
Their voices faded away as you examined your legs. You evaded his attack, but not enough as it left a bruise. The one ability you lacked the most was regeneration. It will heal, but in due time.
“Dear espada.” Lord Aizen’s voice was heard throughout Las Noches. “Please conclude today’s training. I was pleased with the performance but I will need to speak to Grimmjow and Nnoitra. Your behavior has been very disappointing.”
“Great…” Grimmjow sighed.
Your fellow comrades exited the battle grounds, leaving you alone to struggle with your injuries.
“That’s going to leave a scar.”
You were startled as Lord Aizen appeared out of thin air.
“Yeah. I-I’m sorry to disappoint you. It won’t happen again.” You averted eye contact out of embarrassment.
“Disappointed?” He stepped closer. “Actually I’m amazed. You hold extraordinary power, yet you can hardly regenerate. My theory is that your strength is too much to extend to other abilities that arrancars should wield.”
You were unsure if you should be mortified or impressed by his breakdown of your powers. Regardless, the air was beginning to feel tense.
“I should go and rest-“
“Not yet.” He interrupted. “Please, follow me.” He turned around and began to stroll.
You followed. “But what about your discussion with Grimmjow and Nnoitra?”
“They can wait. I’m sure my face is the last thing they want to see before retiring for the night.”
You chuckled. Despite the pain on your lower limbs, this side of Lord Aizen you’ve never seen before was refreshing. You each walked silently. It was awkward, but what was there to say? Your gaze slowly raised to the back of his head. His wavy brunette hair. The way he casually tucked his hands inside the pockets of his uniform. His walk…
He was attractive.
Mesmerized by his looks, you slipped to notice he stopped walking, causing you to bump into his back. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-“
“You apologize a lot, Y/N. We’re here.” He pushed a snow colored door open.
You hesitated to enter. Lord Aizen noticed your tensed shoulders, leading him to turn around just enough for you to see his eyes. “Right! I’m coming.” You used sonido to appear beside him.
The room was bare, with only one couch that could fit up to a dozen people. It striked you as odd.
“Have a seat.”
Without a second thought, you plopped down on to the couch. His massive figure towered your body. It was intimidating but also…intimate. You followed his gaze, which led to the hem of your skirt. It was short enough to show the entirety of your legs, and much more with the right angle.
“Why are we here?” You crossed your legs from feeling exposed.
“No particular reason.” He kneeled to examine your injuries. “Maybe I just wanted to see you on this couch.” His fingers gently caressed your skin. “It’s like a throne, wouldn’t you say?”
All sane reasoning exited your mind as a soft moan escaped between your lips. “L-lord-“
“Just call me Sosuke when we’re alone.” His hand crept further along your leg. “Hmmm. I’d say it’ll take up to three days to heal at your current rate.” He lifted his eyes, noticing your aroused facial expression. “Do you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you that much?”
You swallowed the lump stuck in your throat. “What if I said yes?”
Sosuke lifted his body, just enough to meet you at eye level. His thumb and index finger cupped your chin. “I’d choose your words carefully.” He narrowed to your plump lips momentarily. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking?”
Thinking? How could you think with his mouth mere inches away.
“Answer me, Y/N. I’m not a man who enjoys waiting patiently.”
“You…want to kiss me…”
He grinned. “Wrong.” His head tilted to your ear. “If you said I was thinking about how magnificent you’d look with my hand fisted in your hair, then that would be correct.“
You flinched. Imagination was an understatement. You could practically feel his hands cascading down your chest, to your navel, and then-
“You should go.” Sosuke rose to his feet with lustful eyes.
“Right…I’ll go.” You stood, still shocked from what occurred. Go…Go! For some reason, you were unable to move. Maybe. Just maybe if you stayed for a couple more seconds he’ll claim his desires. You risked it all by closing your eyes.
One. Two. Three.
Still…nothing.
You slowly opened your lids to realize Sosuke was no longer there.
It’s been weeks since the last encounter you had with Lord Aizen. It’s as if he was avoiding you like the plague. Only higher beings knew how much longer you could handle dancing around the truth. Your wounds healed in the matter of three days, just as he predicted.
There was another lingering sensation. What war are we fighting? You said as you paced back and forth. Each espada trained from day to night without knowing a single detail of what’s to come. Lord Aizen must have loved to play a game of cat and mouse-
“Y/N.”
You were startled by Ulquiorra’s sudden presence. “Yes?”
“Lord Aizen wants us at the battle grounds. Did you not hear his announcement?”
Shit. Something needed to change before your distraction could cause another slip up in training. “I’ll be there right away!”
“Hmm. Interesting…” He used sonido to vanish.
Each espada was lined up according to rank from lowest to highest. This was very unusual. Typically, sparring partners would be determined solely based on who wanted to fight who.
Lord Aizen stood with a blank expression, his right hand man also looked quite bored. “Now then.” He paced down the line, scanning each subordinate. “I’ve grown tired of watching the same thing occur over and over again.” His feet came to a halt as he landed in front of you. Those piercing hazelnut eyes said a thousand words, but not one was uttered to you. “All of you will spar against me today.”
Great. Just great. Given by your comrades' expressions, no one desired this outcome.
“Gin. Keep the rest occupied while I’m away.”
“Of course! Captain Aizen.” Gin waved goodbye as your leader commanded number ten to step forward.
At least you had some time to prepare, but for how long? Within the span of ten minutes, Lord Aizen was up to number six already. He’d cut the battles short if he felt dissatisfied.
“Worried?” Gin snuck behind you.
“Why would I be? I’m prepared to fight. Even if I have to draw my sword against Sosuke-“
Your slip up did not go unnoticed.
“On a first name basis? Oh my…what did I miss? Perhaps the two of you-”
“Nothing happened!” You faced him. “I swear!”
“You’re a terrible liar. If I ever need to be bailed out of a situation, kindly remind me to never ask you.”
You clicked your tongue with annoyance. So what if you couldn’t hide the truth. It would only be a matter of time before others caught wind of the tension.
“Gin.” Lord Aizen appeared too close behind you. “What were you discussing with Y/N?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Oh nothin. Just strategy on how to defeat ya.”
“I see.” Lord Aizen placed his firm hand on top of your head. “Let’s go. It’s your turn.”
“Right…”
He teleported you to the edge of the desert. It was quite a distance away from the rest of the crowd. You figured due to your rank, this was necessary.
“I’m waiting.” His smooth voice disrupted your thoughts.
Forget about what happened a few weeks ago. Now was the time to display your power. Within seconds, you lunged forward to strike. He vanished, then appeared from behind.
“Too slow.”
You struck again, but your blade was slashing nothing but air.
“Don’t disappoint me, Y/N you should-“
“Stop talking!” You fired a cero from the palm of your hand. It was easily blocked by his zanpakuto.
“Alright then.” His speed was hardly noticeable as he attacked. Your blades clashed with enough force to send a shockwave throughout Las Noches. “I’ll stop being on defense. Show me what you can do.”
There was no holding back. You were able to evade most of his barrage of sword attacks. A few cut through the fabric of your clothing, but it wasn’t enough to slow you down. On pure instinct, you slid down to the ground at the right opportunity to shake his footing. His reflexes were top notch as he leaped over your extended leg.
“That was an incredible performance.” Lord Aizen smirked as he swung his sword down. His body was placed firmly on top of yours as you blocked his attack.His eyes showed a tint of irritation as he flicked your blade away, leaving you defenseless. He tossed his sword aside. “I’m aggravated.”
“How bold of you to remove your weapon as well!” You threw a punch.
He blocked it with ease as he grabbed your wrists and pinned you to the ground. “You’re distracted, and that displeases me.” He lowered his body, just enough to allow the tip of your nose to touch. “Tell me, Y/N. Does this have to do with what occurred a few weeks ago?”
You attempted to loosen his grip, but it was no use. The cat was out of the bag. “And so what? You expect me to act like nothing happened?” You were vulnerable in this moment, and maybe he realized it too as his hands loosened ever so slightly. It was enough for you to sonido away.
You stood against a pillar, blade in hand. “Fight me again.”
“I don’t like being told what to do.” Lord Aizen closed the distance while grabbing your sword with his bare hand.
It shocked you enough to lower your guard as he ripped it out of your hand. You were defenseless, again.
He slowly snaked his arm to your neck, slightly squeezing. You gasped. “From now on, you fight with intent. I don’t care about your trivial emotions.” He closed the distance completely. “Do you understand?”
His knee was in the right place. With just one movement of your hips, the acking tension at your lower core was pleased. You rolled your head back and moaned. Was it because you lusted over him for weeks? Or was it the placement of his hand choking you? Regardless, you needed to let loose.
You meet his eyes, noticing a hunger for more. He didn’t resist. Instead, he lifted his knee higher. You rolled hips again, tugging on his uniform.
“Fuck…” Sosuke cursed beneath his breath. “You don’t care if others see? Well neither do I?”
That did it. The thought of being caught aroused you even more. You picked up the pace, grinding on his knee till you were a mess for all to see.
Sosuke angled his head, biting your ear gently. “Just look at you. Using my body for your own pleasure.” He faced you again. “Do you want to cum?”
“Yes! Yes…please!”
Without hesitation, Sosuke lowered his knee to spread your legs. You were soaked as he pulled your lingerie to the side and circled his thumb around your clit.
“Shit!” You gripped the pillar and grinded against his hand.
“Damn…” he released your neck and leaned over your body. “Now cum, for me.” He parted his lips with a groan.
That was all he needed to say for you to crumble. You released a whimper as the high died down.
Sosuke lifted his thumb to his lips, licking the taste of you.“I look forward to seeing you again, Y/N.” He grinned and vanished into thin air.
Another week passed with the same routine. You were beginning to become quite bored. So much so that you decided to visit the world of the living during your free time. Lord Aizen never uttered a word to you again after submitting to his skillful hands. It was cruel to say the least. However, you pushed it aside and conjured what was happening with this war. You figured it had something to do with the Soul Society. It was the only plausible explanation, considering Lord Aizen’s betrayal.
After some mindless strolling, you opened a garganta back to Hueco Mundo. From there, the third espada greeted you.
“Back so soon?” Harribel asked.
“There was nothing going on apart from humans dressed up in bizarre costumes.” You chuckled.
“I see.” She folded her arms. “So, spill it.”
You raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“I’m talking about last week's training session. The others might not have noticed, but you have this…glow on you. As if a certain someone pleased you.”
“Dammit.” Her intuition was sharp, and among the other espada, you and Harribel were the only women. It’s been bothering you, but maybe she’d have advice on what to do. “Don’t tell anyone else!” You fiddled with a strand of hair. “I did do something with Lord Aizen…and now, I can’t even stay in the same room as him. So, everything is awkward.”
“You poor thing. It doesn’t matter to me, however, some guards around Las Noches would be furious to know this information.”
“That’s why you can’t tell-“
“Relax. I won’t.” Harribel walked in front of you. “Just tell him how you truly feel and stop dancing around the truth. Lord Aizen is very understanding.”
She was right. No need to hide in your shell. It’s clear he felt something that day too.
“Thank you, Harribel! You’re an amazing friend.” You hugged her tightly.
“So I’ve been told.” She smiled. “Now go before you change your mind.”
You pulled away and nodded. “Right!”
You could do this. With each foot step, you grew closer to lord Aizen’s quarters. No guards, in fact, no one around. This was the perfect opportunity. Before you knocked on his door, you peeped from the side, noticing Gin smirking from the shadows. He disappeared without saying a word. You would remember that for another day.
“Come in, Y/N.” Lord Aizen felt your presence before you made it known.
You opened the door to a dim room. There, he sat slouched in a chair with a glass of wine in hand. Your eyes scanned his body. A loose button down shirt, revealing his bare chest. Raven colored slacks and a pair of loafers to match.
“So, what brings you here to honor me with your presence?” He chuckled.
You closed the door for privacy. “Cut the bullshit. You know why.”
“Coming off strong. If only this fierce attitude was displayed during our match-“
You ran to tower over his body. He didn't react. Instead, he swirled his wine glass with amusement. The gesture alone made your blood boil.
“Stop ignoring me…”
“How so? I’m talking to you right now-“
“I'm talking about every time we do something!” You sat down slowly onto his lap. “You wouldn’t even look at me after you made me cum that day. It’s humiliating.” Tears began to form around your eyes. You couldn’t care less if it was a pitiful sight.
Sosuke lowered his glass to the side, wiping away your sadness. “Don’t look so upset. You’re like a ray of sunshine, and when clouds begin to form, that spark you possess dwindles away.” He inched closer. “So please, smile.” He gently kissed you.
You deepened the kiss, yearning for more. Sosuke snaked his hand underneath your skirt to squeeze your ass. You moaned while grinding against his hardness.
He pulled away slightly. “You’re playing with fire, Y/N.”
You giggled. “Well, you started it.”
He grinned while spanking your rump. “Take your clothes off. My imagination can only go so far.”
It was your turn to get revenge. All those sleepless nights from wondering why he ignored you after each encounter lit a flame in your heart. “You’re gonna have to beg for it.” You teased.
He did not appreciate your response as he tightened his grip. “I’m not one to beg. Do it…or I’ll have to discipline you.”
You moved your pelvis, causing a groan to escape from his lips. In one smooth gesture, your body was positioned on all fours against the chair.
Sosuke combed his hand through your hair before gripping tightly. “You leave me no choice.”
“You’ll have to try harder than that-ahh!”
The sensation of his fingers gliding along your clit made you quiver. On pure instinct, you arched your back to expose what was rightfully his.
“That’s it…princess.” Sosuke hummed before kneeling. “I’ve been craving to have another taste.” He slid your lingerie to the side while expertly exploring your pussy with his tongue.
“F-fuck!” You whimpered. The chair was unstable as you rocked back and forth. One lick after the other, a knot slowly formed towards your lower abdomen. “Sosuke…please…” You were dripping as his lips popped while sucking your bud.
He leaned back, catching his breath. “The way my name rolls off your lips.” His tongue teased your folds. “It’s like nirvana.” He dove back in, hungry for more.
“Oh god!” Your eyes rolled back as you continued to grind against his chiseled face. It was over stimulating. So much to the point your legs began to tremble. You were close, and he felt it too. You released a moan as he slipped two fingers inside.
“Shit…your pussy looks so good, taking my fingers like that.” You were his undoing. “I want to see it filled with my dick-“
“Yes! Please!” That’s all you ever wanted at this moment. Laid out, in any position, as long as your cunt was pounded by his cock.
“You still didn't cum yet. Are you holding back?” He picked up the pace. “I’d hate to feel like I’m not good enough.”
“Don’t stop! I’ll cum…now.” You hissed and squinted your eyes.
“Hmm. Good.”
It was only a matter of seconds before you climaxed. You shouted his name as you felt the rush flowing, but it never reached its end. You raised up, in disbelief. Sosuke devilishly smirked as his hands and mouth were nowhere near you.
You cursed beneath your breath. “I was gonna cum!”
“And I was waiting for you to take your clothes off.” He chuckled. “Doesn’t feel good to be teased, eh?”
“Fuck you!” You spat.
“I’m sure you meant to say fuck me.”
That was it. You had enough. Out of pure rage, you tackled him to the bed, childishly pounding your fist against his chest. He laughed, but not like usual. It’s as if he was genuinely entertained.
“It’s not funny!”
“Relax, princess.” He held you close while raising his body. “I didn’t lick your sweet pussy for nothing.” He inched his head, just enough to graze your ear. “If you want to get dicked down so badly, do as I say, hm?”
His velvet smooth voice was powerful enough to make anyone submit. You nodded and proceeded to lift your blouse. One piece of clothing came off after the other, till you were nothing more than a beautiful sight to see. Despite the warmth, your nipples were hard and yearning for touch.
Sosuke flipped you around gently on your back. His index finger twirled against your breast. “Much better.” He proceeded to kiss you passionately.
You wrapped your legs around his torso, like a koala hugging a tree. He lowered his hips, rubbing his hardened length against your drenched core. The fabric of his pants teased you till no end.
“Take…it off.” You mumbled.
“Take what off?” He smirked.
You whimpered and squirmed. “You know what I mean! I can’t take it anymore.”
In a blink of an eye, Sosuke was standing at the edge of the bed, steadily stripping each clothing away. You watched, gracefully. His muscles were defined, which paired nicely with his tall lean figure. Your lids noticed a glowing object beneath his chest.
Did he…
“You fused with the hogyoku?!”
“Subjugated would be a wiser term.” He stepped closer. “That’s not important right now.” He gripped your ankles before pulling you to the rim of the bed. He licked his fingers, lubricating his swollen cock.
You’d be lying if you said his size wasn’t intimidating. You parted your lips as his tip gilded against your folds. A soft whimper escaped as he inched forward.
He noticed you tense. “It’s okay. I’ll go slow.” He lifted your legs on top of his shoulders before continuing.
You squinted your eyes and grabbed the bed sheets. “Oh fuck!”
“Damn…” he groaned. “You look so good taking me whole.” He rolled his pelvis with ease. “Look at me, Y/N.”
You opened your eyes. For the first time, you witnessed his guard completely collapse. He lowered himself as both hands rested next to your face. His thrust became more intense with every passing moment.
“Hold on to me.” He huffed.
You listened, wrapping your arms and legs around his body. The bed creaked louder and louder as his pace quickened.
“Don’t hold back on me.” He kissed you momentarily. “Let me hear you. Are you afraid the rest will know how well you’re taking my dick?”
“Oh god!” You moaned with a quivering tone. All reasoning was left outside the door as you stopped caring about privacy.
“Good girl.” He raised his torso as he grabbed your waist for better leverage.
Your voice began to sound hoarse. “S-Sosuke…I’m-“ you were unable to form a complete sentence as he hit the sweet spot.
“You what?” He thrusted harder. “Tell me.”
“I’m gonna cum!” You closed your eyes. Small droplets of tears formed around your lids.
The creaking stopped as he came to a halt. “Y/N.” He spoke softly. “Look at me.”
You obeyed and met his gaze. He cupped one hand to the back of your neck while the other slowly hovered over your pussy.
“Good.” Without warning, he circled his finger around your clit as he continued to thrust.
Your eyes rolled back, unable to contain it any longer. It was an euphoric high as you finished on his cock.
“Fuck!” Sosuke groaned while pulling out. He pumped his dick till cum spread across your abdomen. “Shit. I’m sorry princess. I didn’t mean to make a mess.”
You were hardly coherent. Still, you supported yourself on each elbow. “It’s okay, really.”
He smiled before planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. “I’ll clean you up.”
Your vision became blurry. Shit. I’m going to pass out. The last thing you remembered was Sosuke walking towards the bathroom before the room turned pitch black.
Tick tick.
It was the sound of a clock ringing through your ears. Something felt warm and comforting as you squirmed under bed sheets that had a familiar fragrance. Wood. cinnamon. Sage. Each scent slowly warped a recognizable face.
Lord Aizen.
You shot up from the bed, realizing what happened…hours ago? The atmosphere in Hueco Mundo was of no help to determine the time frame. The sky was always a resemblance of night.
Your eyes darted to the figure sleeping beside you. There, Sosuke was in a deep slumber, or so you thought.
“Wow. So this is the thanks I get for not only cleaning you up, but also tucking you to bed. How cruel, Y/N.” He peeped one eye open with a sly smirk.
You clicked your tongue and threw a pillow in his direction. “I can’t stand you sometimes!”
“Then by all means you can lay back down. Or better yet, kneel. That would look quite good on you.”
“Shut it!” You pouted. It was impossible for you to not smile at his meticulous remark. So much so that you laughed. “Is this how you really are once you let loose?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” He said in a mocking tone. “Please, enlighten me.”
You turned around, allowing the sheets to cascade down your naked body. “Or.” You crawled towards him. “I can show you another way.”
His eyes gleamed with lust as he reached out his hand. “Princess.” He cupped your chin. “Are you telling me you want more?”
You licked your lips as your eyes traveled to his hardness. It was your turn to know what he tasted like.
“Eyes on me.” It wasn’t a request, but a command. He pulled you closer as his lips pressed against yours. “Don’t start a battle you can’t win.”
So, it was a challenge. You grinned from ear to ear with confidence. “I’ll take the bait. It sounds to me like you’re scared.”
“My name and fear would never occur in the same sentence. Watch what you say.”
“Or what?”
His hand snaked around your neck. “Did we not learn from last time, princess?”
You kept your eyes on him while steadily lowering your hand to his cock. He did not move as you stroked. little by little, his grip loosed around your neck as a soft groan rumbled beneath his chest. No words were spoken as you leaned forward and kissed his tender lips.
“After this.” You pulled away slightly. “You better tell me what’s going on.”
He flipped you over on all fours. “Never tell me what to do.”
And just like that, he claimed your body once more.
Hi! I love bleach so I’m writing an Aizen x Reader fic. I’ll post a sneak peek here before I feel confident enough to post its entirety.
MINORS DNI
“I'm talking about every time we do something!” You sat down slowly onto his lap. “You wouldn’t even look at me after you made me cum that day. It’s humiliating.” Tears began to form around your eyes. You couldn’t care less if it was a pitiful sight.
Sosuke lowered his glass to the side, wiping away your sadness. “Don’t look so upset. You’re like a ray of sunshine, and when clouds begin to form, that spark you possess dwindles away.” He inched closer. “So please, smile.” He gently kissed you.
You deepened the kiss, yearning for more. Sosuke snaked his hand underneath your skirt to squeeze your ass. You moaned while grinding against his hardness.
He pulled away slightly. “You’re playing with fire, Y/N.”
You giggled. “Well, you started it.”
He grinned while spanking your rump. “Take your clothes off. My imagination can only go so far.”
It was your turn to get revenge. All those sleepless nights from wondering why he ignored you after each encounter lit a flame in your heart. “You’re gonna have to beg for it.” You teased.
He did not appreciate your response as he tightened his grip. “I’m not one to beg. Do it…or I’ll have to discipline you.”
@bleachsmutfest Day 1 Entry: Sosuke Aizen x Reader x Shinji Hirako Corporate AU
TW: AT THE SAME DAMN TIME (that’s code for threesome), smut, and LOTS of it, lil bit of degradation, oral (m and f giving and receiving), double penetration, power imbalance workplace dynamic, uhhh I hope that gathers them all (apologies if anything’s missed)!
This is 9.1K words of PURE FILTH. Sosuke’s your boss, Shinji’s your coworker. They can’t stand each other, and you’re crushing on them both. What ever will happen?
You never liked the idea of workplace crushes and/or romances. They were messy. There was no place for love in a professional setting. You held firm to that belief in all of your previous positions, looking down upon those who chose to believe differently. It was easy when no coworker of yours ever managed to win your affection, a seemingly impossible task. That was why it came as an ugly, shameful shock when you developed not one, but two office crushes at your current job. Karma certainly had her ways.
There was your boss, Sosuke Aizen, quietly benevolent, intelligent, calculating, well-mannered, traditional, and reserved. He could be a little terrifying, if you were being honest. Behind those manners and gentle smiles, you sensed something sinister. You could never fully trust him, but oddly enough, that was part of the attraction. He was covertly dangerous, the type to climb the corporate ladder and to do whatever it took to get to the top, with no regard for who he stepped on along the way, though he played like he wasn’t. It made it all the more rewarding each time he praised you and made heat churn in your core after each interaction with him. Back at your desk, you’d have to chug ice water just to try to cool down again, flushed with embarrassment and guilt for thinking and feeling such impure things for your boss and while at the office.
And then there was crush number two, Shinji Hirako, who you didn’t get to see as much but who wormed his way into your mind all the same. He was Sosuke’s foil, and he worked in a different department, mostly from home though he would come into the office every now and then. Flippant, easygoing, humorous, cocky, and brash, he was so unlike Sosuke, and you knew that it secretly drived your boss nuts. No one quite got under his skin the way Shinji did. Shinji was fleeting, and each time he was here and then gone, you were starving for more, coming in each day in hopes that it would be the day he’d return. He was playful, stopping by your desk to mess something up just for a chance to get your attention, and had you annoying your surrounding coworkers with your incessant laughter, butterflies exploding in your stomach as he joked with you and talked your ear off, distracting you from your work. Like Sosuke, he made you run hot, cupping your hand over your mouth when you came back to your senses and realized how giggly and obnoxious you were acting with him in the quiet space, the same feelings of shame in the aftermath.
Because of them, you had become a hypocrite, the very thing you once judged. While the thought filled you with immense disgrace, it also exhilarated you, had you excited to come into work each day, to pick out your outfits and do up your hair and wear your favorite makeup, putting time and effort into yourself that you weren’t sure you would have otherwise. As silly as it was, they made it a little easier for you to get out of bed in the morning, which couldn’t have made this such a bad thing.
Right?
On a random Tuesday, you had decided to wear a new dress with the weather warming up, a tight, black, midi sheath dress. You styled your hair and applied your usual makeup, feeling more upbeat and confident than usual. On that same random Tuesday, it was your lucky day - Shinji was in the office.
It was late morning, and you entered the break room to make yourself a cup of coffee when he came strolling in, in search of a snack to take back to his desk. You had your back turned to him, but you’d recognize that voice anywhere as he greeted, “hey, sweetheart.” He was also the only one around here bold enough to address you in such a manner. He was the only one who could get away with it, and he knew it.
“You still exist?” You joked, grinning at him over your shoulder. You didn’t miss the way his eyes drifted up and down your figure from behind. Part of you assumed he wanted you to see his perverted antics.
“Ya miss me?” He came to stand at your side, leaning against the counter, pushing things aside like he owned the place when he was here the least. He was close enough for you to smell his cologne, a scent as alluring and unique as him.
“I’m not so sure,” you teased, reaching past him for the cream and sugar. “It’s certainly more peaceful when you’re not around. Makes it easier to get work done.” You emptied the sweets into your cup, stirring them in slowly and purposefully, enjoying the aroma of your coffee and your Shinji.
“Ya worried about being productive or somethin’?” He snickered, grabbing the empty sugar packets and cream cups and disposing of them for you. “That why yer always here?”
“Aizen likes for us to come here every day,” you explained, your boss’ name rolling off of your tongue dripping with adoration. You searched for a reaction.
And Shinji gave you one. “Sosuke,” he scoffed. “If I were your boss, I’d let ya do whatever you want.” He grinned devilishly.
You giggled. “Probably why you're not my boss.”
Speaking of your boss…
“(Y/N),” your name came out as a command. You whipped around, spotting Sosuke with his hands stuffed in his slacks, looking mildly disappointed.
“Yes, sir. Coming,” you squeaked, gathering your steaming mug, careful not to spill.
Shinji narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw at your side. “Sosuke,” he said as a way of greeting. “Good to see you.” Didn't sound like it.
“Good morning, Mr. Hirako.” Your boss nodded once before turning away. He knew you’d follow.
You gave Shinji a sheepish smile, noticing the look of mistrust on his face as he watched your boss go. “Well, duty calls.”
“I’m sure it does,” he mumbled sarcastically. “See ya around, busy bee.”
You threw him one last apologetic look before you were hurrying away, placing your cup of coffee on your desk before stepping into Sosuke’s office, shutting the door behind you. He didn't look up from his monitors when he said, “have a seat, please.”
You promptly did as you were told, sinking down onto the couch at the side of his desk. He was the only one back in your department with an executive suite, and of course he kept it pristine. You took advantage of the cozier amenities when you could.
“I’m a little worried about something,” Sosuke informed you cryptically, still hardly bothering to glance in your direction.
“Oh?” You felt your face grow hot, nervous that he had busted you for something, not that you were openly breaking any rules, but if anyone could read minds in this office, it was him.
“Yes,” he said to himself before turning in his chair, manspreading before you. You strained to keep your eyes level with his. “It seems Grimmjow is struggling to meet his deadline with the report I gave him. Again. Would you have the capacity to take over for him?”
At that, you let loose a sigh of relief, lighting up at the opportunity to please him. “Of course I can.” You beamed.
“Excellent.” Sosuke smiled knowingly before spinning back to his desk, his long fingers returning to his keyboard. “I’ll forward you the emails.”
“Sounds good.” The conversation was over, but you waited for more, leaning forward at the edge of the couch.
Your boss made a couple of clicks to get the appropriate emails into your inbox before addressing you once more. “While you’re here,” he faced you again, giving you his full attention as he asked, “anything you’d like to share with me?”
That panicked, oh-shit-I’ve-just-been-caught feeling flooded your insides again, making you sweat in his dominating presence. His dark eyes were cold and challenging as you reached for your necklace. You gulped, feeling your throat bob underneath your hand. You weren’t a stranger to your boss’ manipulative nature, his way of dancing around the questions he really wanted to ask. He didn’t need to, he just needed to say something to pick apart your words and reactions. With the way the outer corner of his lip curled up, you were sure he was taking note of the heat rising to your cheeks, exposing you. He was confirming what he had been suspecting - you had secrets, secrets that involved this office, that involved him, and he was going to enjoy playing the game of finding out what those were, who you were.
“I don’t - nothing’s coming to mind,” you stuttered, playing with your jewelry, leaving irritated patches on your neck where it laid.
“Very well then,” Sosuke responded, rising from his chair and getting the door for you. “Let me know if you have any questions on that report.”
You scuttled to your feet, nodding once. “Thank you, sir.”
Back at your desk, you continued to fiddle with your necklace, sipping coffee and clicking through the emails he sent you to access the report and read through the details provided. You got started immediately, pushing aside all other deliverables you were working on, eager to satisfy your boss.
It was tedious work, and you got lost in it as the hours ticked by, glad for the distraction from the growing heat between your legs. So buried in your screens, you jumped when you noticed Shinji at your desk, playing with some of your decor.
“I’m so bored,” he groaned dramatically. “It’s so boring around here. Don’t ya get bored?” He sat atop your desk, making himself comfortable in your space.
“Well, sure, it’s work,” you giggled at him, turning back to your screen. “I’m not expecting to come in and have a party every day.”
After a drawn-out, quiet moment, he didn't respond. You looked his way again, puzzled by his abnormally silent presence. Shinji’s eyes were narrowed, brows furrowed, the corner of his mouth pulled up in a bemused smile, his gaze lowered at your neck.
“What is that?” He reached forward, poking your throat.
You flinched, the light brush of his fingers against your sensitive skin ticking you. “My necklace?” You laughed nervously.
“Huh uh.” He shook his head slowly, his grin turning wicked. “Those red marks on your neck. What have you been up to?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
“Pervert!” You laughed in disbelief, cheeks turning red at his vulgar assumption of you. “My skin is probably just irritated. I play with my necklace and scratch there a lot,” you explained timidly.
“I see,” he mused. “Nervous habit?” He raised an eyebrow in question, as observant as your boss. At least they shared that in common, for better or worse.
“I guess it is.”
“What're ya so nervous for?” He smirked again.
“I don’t know. I don’t think I can ever relax.” You blushed deeply under his prodding gaze. Somewhere between now and when he tickled your neck, you had spun your chair around completely, away from your monitors and towards him, your work forgotten in the background.
“Your poor neck.” He frowned mockingly, tilting his head as he eyed your splotchy skin again. He reached for it for a second time, and you recoiled.
“Yer ticklish,” he realized deviously.
“Don’t,” you warned uselessly.
Shinji’s hand jabbed into the crevice of your neck, making you squeal and scrunch up. You laughed and grabbed his wrist, trying to pull him off of you, but for all of his lanky looks, he was surprisingly strong. When you had managed to wrestle his hand away, his free one was snaking around, jabbing into the side of your torso, another sensitive spot.
You became a noisy tangle of limbs with him. You both knew you were acting inappropriately, but that thought alone wasn’t enough to make it stop. It never was, it seemed. Your laughter carried through the surrounding area, alerting those nearby. Shinji had made you drop your guard, throw caution to the wind as you let your own giggles drown out the sound of the door to the executive suite opening, heavy footsteps trudging over to your desk.
“How distracting,” Sosuke’s calm voice sliced through your shenanigans.
The both of you froze. Your boss stood there, hands in his pockets, looking unimpressed with the spectacle. It made you feel like you were back at school, giggling and carrying on with your crush at the back of the quiet classroom, ignorant to the environment around you, your teacher glaring and interrupting the lesson to ask if they needed to separate the pair of you. Sosuke had come to separate. His severe presence had you scrambling away from Shinji, straightening your necklace back into place and smoothing the wrinkles out of your dress. While you were starting to sweat, jiggling your mouse to wake your monitors up again, Shinji was regaining his composure. He smirked at Sosuke over his shoulder, his stare challenging.
Sosuke gave you a tired look that said, I’ll deal with you later, before deciding to address him. “I’m seeing a lot of you today, Mr. Hirako.” It was said in a friendly tone, but subtly laced with something not-so-pleasant that neither you nor Shinji had missed.
“Why can’t ya just call me Shinji like a normal person?” He grumbled, rolling his eyes. “Ya make me feel like an old man or somethin’...”
“Don’t you have business to tend to?” Sosuke ignored his whining. “(Y/N) certainly does, and I can imagine it’s difficult for her to get anything done with you around.” Your boss looked disapprovingly from you to him.
“Yeah?” Shinji threw you a sly look before challenging Sosuke further. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re garrulous,” your boss supplied easily and apathetically. “And my dear employee here is far too sweet for her own good.” He looked at you. “You see, she doesn’t have the heart to tell you that she’s too busy for your frivolity, so allow me to do it for her.”
At that, Shinji was narrowing his eyes and clenching his fists. You looked anxiously between the two men with wide eyes, twitching at the unspoken tension hanging heavy in the air. Shinji ambled towards Sosuke, coming to stand inches away from him, staring into his eyes, deadly silent.
“I’m sorry, Sosuke,” he said just loud enough for you to hear, “for disturbing your boring little environment back here with my frivolity. My bad for making sure our poor (Y/N) here wasn't asleep at her desk trying to complete your stupid reports.”
Sosuke’s jaw clenched momentarily before he was smirking, keeping his cool. “You’re forgiven. Have a nice afternoon.”
Shinji scoffed, taking his defeat and knocking Sosuke’s shoulder as he passed by. He waved your way, “see ya later, sweetheart,” putting emphasis on the pet name, and giving Sosuke once last glare before he was stalking away.
Left alone again with your boss, he didn’t say anything right away, looking at you sternly to watch you squirm uncomfortably in your seat. You didn't say anything either, waiting for him to take the lead like you always did.
“Having trouble with that report?” He finally spoke.
“No, sir.” You reached for your necklace and hung your head in shame, shaking it slowly.
He inhaled and exhaled slowly, a pensive expression passing over his features. “My schedule is packed throughout the rest of the afternoon, but I’d like to speak with you before you leave tonight. Come see me at five. Understood?”
Your eyes widened, mouth pulling into a frown, but you agreed, “yes, sir.”
Sosuke left without another word. Safely alone again, you pulled up your messaging app and looked for your chat with Shinji. His status indicated that he was still away from his desk, probably stopping at a few others’ desks or aimlessly wandering before making it back to his own to actually get some work done. You waited for his status to change to Available before taking a swipe at your keys, behaving inappropriately again with no regard to the consequences.
You: i have to stay late to have a meeting wth Sosuke now. can’t be anything good. thanks for that!
It didn’t take long for the animated dots that meant he was typing up a reply to appear. And then came his flippant response:
Shinji Hirako: You’re welcome :P
Despite the circumstances, you had to cup a hand over your mouth to catch the quiet giggle that escaped. He was unbelievable, and you hated that you loved him for it.
You: if i get fired, i blame you
Shinji Hirako: If you get fired, you can just become my stay at home wifey
With your hand over your mouth, another surprised sound escaped. You squeezed your face, eyes trained thoughtfully on the screen at his bold words, joke or not. Before you had time to properly process his previous message, his next two came in quick succession.
Shinji Hirako: Haha
He’s not gonna fire you
You started typing up several replies, “don’t underestimate him” or “why is that?” or “no, but he might do worse,” but for whatever reason, you ended up backspacing on all of them. Sometimes it was better to say nothing, and you should have been getting back to that report anyways. If you were inquired about your progress with it at the meeting, and it looked bad, then maybe he really would have a good reason to fire you.
Still, you had a feeling that this “meeting” wasn’t going to center around your progress.
Regardless, you got back to work, busying yourself once more with the task at hand, though your thoughts ran unchecked all the while. Mindlessly, you played with your necklace, leaving angry, red patches on your throat again, and bounced your leg, overthinking it all; your questionable work ethic, your immature behavior, your feelings for the two men…
Shinji knew better than to come back after that, leaving you alone with both your anxious and lewd thoughts for the rest of the day. In a way, you were glad that he wasn't around to get you in any more trouble, but in another way, you were upset that you probably weren't going to see him again for a long while. After his confrontation with Sosuke, he may be gone from the office for an even longer period of time out of spite. You were going to miss him terribly when he was gone, the way you always did. Already, an emptiness and longing was growing inside of you at his absence.
The hours seemed to fly by, much unlike usual, what with the impending meeting with your boss. As the clock neared five and others began to pack up and file out, you lingered at your desk, heart beating erratically in your chest as you awaited your doom. You could hardly concentrate as the final minutes ticked down, resigning yourself to clicking around absentmindedly and doodling in your planner as you simply waited for the time to run out.
At exactly 4:57pm, Grimmjow came strolling over to your desk, a pleased smirk playing on his lips. “Finished with that report?” He sneered. “Or were you too busy blowing that scrawny bastard from the operations department?”
“Screw you, Grimmjow,” you bit back.
“In your dreams, brat,” he quipped, walking away before you had the chance to retort again, his maniacal laughter carrying down the hallway until he was gone for good.
The harsh interaction with him further stirred your nerves. You clumsily collected your belongings and shoved them haphazardly into your work tote, leaving only a pen and a notepad for yourself in case you needed to jot down any notes from your meeting.
An eerie silence had settled over the office when you started towards Sosuke’s suite. Most, if not all, of the others must've been gone by now, eager to get home to their families, significant others, or simply to unwind by themselves. Frowning to yourself, you thought of Shinji again. He hadn't even come by your desk to tell you bye before leaving for who knows how long.
You had to stop thinking about him, and you did for the time being, too distracted by the stern look in your boss’ dark eyes as you entered into his private office.
“Take a seat,” Sosuke ordered dispassionately. “I need to finish something up before we talk,” was all he offered before narrowing his eyes at his monitors, resuming his typing.
He was torturing you, leaving you to brood in the silence with nothing but the sound of the occasional clack of his keys or click of his mouse. You doubted he even had something to finish up, assuming instead that this was a part of his game, all planned out ahead of time. He was dragging this out, stringing you along, doing what he could to make you tick before he toyed with you even more.
And damn him, it was working. Fiddling with your jewelry was no longer enough. You were tugging at the hem of your dress, picking at a loose string and making it worse. You pulled the string longer and longer, twisting it around your finger, clenching it in your fist. It was laying against your thigh, long, wrong, pulled out from the rest, when Sosuke finally let his screens go dark.
“Oh, you won't need those.” He gestured to your pen and notepad, resting forgotten in your lap.
Blank monitors, no pen and paper. Was this really it for you? Did he pull you in here just to tell you to clean out your desk?
“Oh.” Your eyes flicked down to the unnecessary supplies, a sickly feeling rolling around in your gut. You reached for them with a shaky hand, setting them aside on the coffee table nearby. With your hands empty, you reached for the string again.
Sosuke’s attentive gaze followed the flurry of movement, landing in your lap. “Here.” He opened his drawer, coming out with a pair of scissors in hand. He came forward, kneeling before where you sat. Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed against your thigh, lifting the string away for him to cut it off. “There we go.” He smoothed over your thigh, wiping away the phantom fabric.
“Sosuke,” your voice quivered, stunned by his intimate gesture.
Slowly, he lifted his head to look at you. His eyes seemed darker than normal, making him all the more intense. He rose, towering over you.
“Why are you here?” He finally asked.
You furrowed your brows at him in question. “You wanted to meet at five.”
“No, I don’t mean why are you in my office at this time,” Sosuke corrected. “Why did you take this job? Why do you stay?” His eyes were burning into you, demanding to know what was truly inside.
It was a loaded question with a web of answers, the typical, cryptic kind that he would ask, of course. You could come up with a million reasons to give him, though at your core, you knew there was one that reigned over all the others, no matter how pathetic. The way he was looking at you, somehow delicate and harsh all at once, had you crossing your arms over your torso, caging yourself in. You chose the safe answer.
“Well, I didn’t really know what I was getting into when I started.” You remembered your first interview with him like it was yesterday, how daunted you were, how you had thought there was no way in hell he’d hire you after how nervous and messy you had been. “You gave me a chance, and I’m grateful for it every day.” It wasn’t a lie. “I like it here. You’re a good boss, I like my coworkers, I feel fulfilled with the work I do…” You shrugged, trailing off as he narrowed his eyes at your answer in silent scrutiny. Even if it was true, it was only one slice of the pie. He knew that. You knew he knew.
Sosuke was pensively silent, mulling over your words. “I see great potential in you,” he said, making your heart light up. He lowered his voice, as if his door wasn’t shut, as if there were even others around to hear. “Between us, you must know our relationship is different from the others, don’t you?”
Music to your ears that had an excited gasp shooting up your throat, you nodded fervently. “Yes, sir!” The words slipped out on instinct, so devout to him.
“But there is one thing that worries me,” he interrupted your excitement, looking stern once more.
He fell quiet, leaving you to scramble to appease him. “Please,” you begged, going so far as to clasp your hands together. “Tell me what I can do to be better.”
“You’re too easily distracted,” Sosuke said harshly.
You knew exactly what he meant, feigning cluelessness when you asked, “how do you mean?”
“Oh, come now.” He smiled wickedly, stepping closer. “Do you think I am naive?”
You continued to stare at him, eyes wide as saucers, pretending to be innocent.
“I know you have something going on with that fool Hirako,” Sosuke spat, looking disgusted by the mere mention of his name.
“Shinji?!” Your skin was on fire with the way you lied so openly. “Sosuke, no! I would never! That would be unprofessional! I care about work more, I really do!” You stammered on and on, to no avail.
“Enough.” He raised his hand to silence you. “I won’t be lied to. Tell me the truth.”
You were faltering. Lying to him was a dangerous game to play. “I - I don’t-”
“Look at you.” He came even closer, standing right before you now, making you crane your neck to look up at him from the couch. “You think I don’t notice? The way you put more effort into your appearance?” He sat at your side, slowly running a finger along the fabric covering your torso. “This dress must have been expensive. Was it expensive?”
Goosebumps scattered across your skin, courtesy of his touch. You kept your lips sealed as you nodded in response, in fear that a whimper or some other pathetic noise was going to slip out if you dared to open your mouth.
“You wanted him to see you in it, didn't you? The way it hugs your pretty figure?” He went on, whispering now, his breath fanning across your neck.
If you weren’t so stiff right now, you’d pinch yourself to confirm whether or not this was really happening. You were so shocked by his words, his compliment, his touch, that you weren’t at all. You had gone numb, your brain short-circuiting as you grasped for the last remains of sanity you held.
“No,” you answered weakly, using up the last bits of your resolve.
“I told you not to lie to me.” His lips were practically brushing your ear now, his voice dark as he squeezed your thigh in warning.
Heat was flooding into your stomach and nether regions at a rapid, almost sickening pace. Your straight-laced boss - he was turning you into a puddle of emotions, stripping you of any reason. You were both entering new territory, a point of no return.
“I did want him to see,” you finally admitted in a small voice, turning away from him as shame burned into your cheeks. “And you. I wanted you to see too.”
You refused to look at him, mentally preparing for something unfavorable as silence dragged on. Then his hand was on your jaw, forcing you to look his way as he squeezed your cheeks in his large hand.
“You’ve been such a bad fucking girl,” he growled, shocking your senses. “Are you wet right now, thinking about both of us?”
Your eyes widened, a twinge of fear and arousal piercing your insides. You had thought you were at the point of no return before, but this was the true crossing of the threshold now. I told you not to lie to me, his words replayed in your head as his eyes pierced yours.
“Yes!” You cried out.
Sosuke was torturing you, giving you no hint as to what he felt. “I’ve treated you so well. Too well.” He squeezed your cheeks so hard it hurt, reluctantly releasing you to order, “get on your knees.”
You knew better than to disobey him, falling to the floor without hesitation. He stood up in front of you, his hands moving to his waist to undo his belt. It was happening so fast, you could hardly process that this was what you had always wanted, chest heaving up and down in anticipation as he took his hardening cock out in front of you, gripping it at the base. Mouth parted, you stared at it in awe and reverence. He grabbed the back of your head, gripping your hair, tilting your head up, eyes up here.
“Do you want to be my good girl again?”
“Yes!”
“Then open wide.”
Sosuke pushed himself past your lips calmly, not stopping until the tip was hitting the back of your throat, making you gag, but you had to be good for him. He let slip a low groan, pulling himself out just to repeat the motion, pushing his pelvis into your face. You put your hands on his thighs to anchor yourself, mouth impossibly full, drool coating his length and dripping onto the floor as he slowly forced your mouth onto him over and over again.
“Just like that,” he praised, though he was still the one doing all the work, fucking your face. “That’s my good girl.”
Your pussy was clenching around nothing, making you hum against him. He inhaled sharply at the vibration, pushing in to the hilt, making tears spring from your eyes. He only picked up the pace, ruthlessly filling your small mouth with his massive cock, watching as he ruined the makeup you spent so much time on for him. His grip on your hair became brutal as well, steeling himself as you slobbered and cried around him. Through your bleary, tear-soaked eyes, you watched him unravel, gasping and panting and groaning, losing himself. It egged you on, had you soaking in your panties as you witnessed this new side of your boss, always so poised and collected, breaking down, his walls crumbling just for you.
“I knew you’d be good at sucking my cock,” he growled, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Don’t fucking stop - not until my cum’s spilling down your throat.”
You were prepared to comply, no matter how you struggled, when the door to his office burst open, fumbling your plans. At the sound of somebody’s entrance, you squeaked around Sosuke’s cock, releasing him with a pop! You looked just long enough to identify the trespasser before hiding your tear-and-drool-soaked face against your boss’ thigh in horror.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Shinji’s voice was higher than normal, sounding equally as alarmed as you at the sight before his eyes. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” He repeated.
To your surprise, Sosuke remained calm despite the fact that his dick was hanging out of his pants for all to see and coated in your saliva no less. His hand was still curled in your hair, holding onto you protectively as you shielded your face from your coworker. “You’re interrupting our meeting,” he supplied casually. “Where are your manners? It’s common courtesy to knock before entering someone’s-”
“Don’t give me that shit,” Shinji snapped, sounding out of breath. “Ya call this a meeting?! This is - this is-” He spluttered on, the first time you had ever heard him at a loss for words.
You lifted your head from Sosuke’s thigh, daring to take a peek at Shinji. He made eye contact with you almost immediately, worry passing over his features. Sosuke’s hand tightened in your hair.
“Is there anyone else in the office?” He asked.
“No.” Shinji glared at him, his fists balled at his sides. “Yer taking advantage of her!” He accused angrily. “I swear to God, Sosuke, I’ll kill-”
“Will you please stop shouting?” Sosuke sighed. “It’s giving me a headache.”
“Bastard-”
“If you’re not going to join, then go home,” he interrupted him again, shocking the both of you.
You never imagined that Aizen was the type to share. Maybe it was his way of saving his own ass.
You looked to your boss, still searching for a tell of what was on his mind, at the same time that Shinji incredulously asked, “Join? Join?!”
“Oh, yes.” Sosuke smirked. “She wants you too.” Sosuke looked your way, gently petting your head for encouragement. “Don’t be shy now, sweet girl. Tell him.”
You hesitantly looked to Shinji again, prepared to admit the truth, but it all felt too overwhelming, the way he looked at you, eyes full of sadness and longing and anger and confusion, and Sosuke’s soft touch, the taste of him still in your mouth. Your skin was on fire. You couldn’t face him like this, and Sosuke was right there, towering over you, making you feel so small. You tucked your head into his thigh again.
“I told you she was too sweet for her own good,” he said on your behalf. “Can’t even admit how filthy she is - needs me to do it for her.” That strict look was in his eyes again. “Stand up,” he commanded you, smiling when you so willingly obeyed.
Shinji still hadn’t figured out his place, standing frozen and panicked, his normal air of confidence so crudely stripped away. He had met his own point of no return, walking in upon the pair of you and choosing to remain.
“Take off her clothes,” Sosuke told Shinji.
He blanched. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
You stood. Waiting. But Shinji waited for something too. The air had become thick and stuffy.
He met your eye again, that same worried look from before returning. “(Y/N),” he cooed your name. “Did he - did he threaten you?” He frowned, coming forward cautiously. “I mean - did he say you’d be fired if-”
“No,” you cut him off, finally finding the courage to speak again. “I want this. I want you. If - if you want to…”
“Holy shit,” Shinji muttered under his breath, never taking his eyes off you. “Seriously?”
You nodded.
He still didn’t move, hesitating. Like Sosuke, you were seeing a different side of him now, though it took a different shape. His cockiness seemed foreign in this moment, lost in the wake of his concern.
“I’m getting impatient,” Sosuke interrupted whatever was taking place. “Take off her clothes, Hirako, or I will. I’m making you a generous offer.”
Shinji glared, but before he could retort, you were pulling him back. “Shinji,” his name dripping with adoration, “it’s okay. I want this,” you reminded.
“Fuck,” he released a shaky breath, hands trembling with adrenaline. “Okay, but you’ll tell me if ya change yer mind?”
You nodded, holding back a giggle as you thought, oh, I definitely won’t change my mind.
“Can’t believe this is happening,” he muttered to himself as he went towards you, his slender fingers still jittery as they reached for your body.
“Oh.” You spun around for him. “It unzips.”
A soft, strangled sound escaped his lips as he grabbed ahold of the zipper, slowly pulling it down to reveal more and more of your body. You weren’t wearing a bra.
It unzipped completely open, splitting the fabric in two. He inhaled sharply as your backside, clad in nothing but a g-string, became exposed to him. You turned around to face him, letting the rest of your dress drop off of your front and onto the floor.
Your nipples stood at attention, sensitive to the cold air. Pink coated his cheeks as he looked anywhere but at them in an attempt to be noble, though you were all way past that. You went to reach for your thong, but a hand stopped you, grabbing your wrist in a harsh grip and holding it up and out of the way.
“You forgot a piece,” Sosuke told Shinji, curling a finger through the string of fabric resting against your hip.
“This feels wrong,” he said weakly, staring at you, yet again, with concern.
“Oh, it is,” Sosuke chuckled smoothly. “But let’s not pretend you don’t want this, Hirako.” His smile was sinister, challenging. His eyes flicked downward, eyeing the bulge in Shinji’s pants. Like a pervert, you looked too, mouth watering at the sight.
Shinji’s cheeks became impossibly hotter as he scowled at Sosuke. Furious and embarrassed, his jaw twitched, ticking as he struggled to figure out his next move.
“You can watch us if you’d prefer,” your boss offered.
That offer helped him decide. “I’m no cuck,” Shinji growled, yanking you towards him and pulling your panties down with vigor, making you gasp excitedly.
He grabbed your hips, ordering, “Jump.” You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist, your bare heat catching on the soft fabric of his dress clothes, making you whimper. He was surprisingly strong, given how long and lanky he was, holding you with ease, his arms wrapped possessively around you as his expression of worry faded back into his usual smirk. “Where should I put her?”
“On my desk, with her head hanging off,” your boss instructed, already beginning to clear some of his things off of it. “She has business to finish, since you so rudely interrupted.”
Shinji did as he said, but otherwise ignored him, his attention on you. He gently laid you across his desk as Sosuke added, “you can do whatever you want with her pussy,” kicking the rest of his pants off and taking his cock back into his hand.
For emphasis, you spread your legs, making Shinji hiss. Sosuke came to stand in front of your head, holding it up with one hand and positioning his length in the other. As he did so, Shinji tested the waters, running his finger through your slick, causing your thighs to twitch preemptively.
“Yer already so wet,” he groaned. “Fuck.”
You couldn’t reply as Sosuke shoved himself back into your mouth, gliding in and out, a hand on your throat to feel himself. Your sounds of struggle and pleasure resumed, like electric shocks to Shinji’s dick growing in his pants.
“My poor baby,” he purred. “I’ll take care of ya.”
You cried out in surprise around Sosuke’s cock as something that could only be Shinji’s tongue, wet and warm, along with a cold piece of metal, ran through your folds to collect your juices. He took your clit into his mouth, delicately sucking the bundle of nerves. Your quivering thighs threatened to clamp on his head, but he pinned them down to the cool desk, forcing you to be still as he drooled on your pussy while you drooled on Sosuke.
The room became even hotter, filled with nothing but the sounds of wet sucking, pants, and groans. It was getting difficult to breathe, your throat sore from Sosuke’s constant pounding into it, but it was easier to take with the way Shinji worked on your lower half, pushing a slender finger into your walls as his tongue flicked against your sensitive bud.
Shinji groaned into your sex as your walls tightened around his finger. “Someone likes the sound of that,” he chuckled against you, clearly more at ease now that he had such a delicious way to occupy himself.
“Let go of her,” Sosuke snarled at him, frenzied by his approaching orgasm. “I want her on her knees when she takes my cum. I want to watch her swallow it.”
Shinji’s teeth grazed your heat as he bared his teeth angrily at Sosuke. “Fine,” he relented, pulling away from your throbbing pussy, but not without a quick, parting kiss to your inner thigh.
Sosuke made quick work of pulling himself out of your mouth, only to manhandle you off of his desk and plop you onto your shaky legs. He didn’t have to tell you what to do next. You eagerly got to your knees and opened your mouth again.
“Good girl,” Sosuke grunted, thrusting himself back in as he mercilessly rode out the rest of his ride.
You were gagging and crying, dripping onto the floor. Distantly, you heard the clinks of Shinji’s belt in the background and the dull thud of clothes hitting the floor. Your boss’ thrusts became erratic, his balls slapping against your chin with each thrust. He slowed, cock twitching in your mouth before his juices were emptied, coating your tongue and throat. He pulled out, groaning and panting, demanding you, “show me.” You obediently stuck your tongue out, showing him his own essence before he was delicately closing up your jaw. “Now swallow.” You did, giving him proof that it was gone by opening your mouth to him again.
“My sweet little thing,” he cooed, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.
Slow, deliberate footsteps neared. “Now it’s us who have been interrupted.” Shinji came back into the picture, placing his hand on your head, claiming you as his own now.
Sosuke’s hand dropped away from your face when you looked up at Shinji and whined instinctively, his lean figure now bare, his length hanging, long and curved, between his legs, so near and dear to you. He grinned confidently, taking your face in his hand, much like Sosuke did earlier. “Ya wanna go for a ride on it, sweetheart?”
“What makes you think you get to fuck her first?” Sosuke interjected furiously, loosening his tie to take off his remaining clothing.
“I’m the one who worked her open!” Shinji defended.
“I don’t care what you did,” the brunette lashed out.
“Why don’t we let her decide?” The blonde raised an eyebrow at you.
“Me?!” You choked out, looking to your boss for permission.
His eyes darkened in warning, quickly replaced by a complacent smile. “Sure. Tell us, love. Whose cock do you want first?”
There was a clear answer, a threat in Sosuke’s eyes. If you picked Shinji, Sosuke wouldn’t let you off the hook for it. If you picked Sosuke, sure, it might hurt Shinji, but deep down, you knew he’d still be soft with you. You knew the choice you had to make.
And you made the opposite of it.
You met Shinji’s eyes. He raised his eyebrows, showing the slightest hint of surprise that you were really choosing him. You nodded nervously, ignoring whatever affronted expression Sosuke was wearing. “Yours.”
“That’s my girl,” he sighed with relief, helping you to your feet. You both turned to Sosuke.
He was smiling, starting to unbutton his top. “You’ll come to regret your decision, princess,” he chuckled gruffly, finishing undressing.
“What are you suggesting?” Shinji narrowed his eyes at him.
“I’m going in somewhere,” Sosuke answered easily. “She has two holes.”
Your eyes went wide. The thought of taking both of their sizable lengths at once intimidated you. You only wanted to be good for them.
“Do ya at least have lube or something?” Shinji asked Sosuke, squeezing your hand.
“Yes, Shinji, I have lube in my office.”
“Ya don’t have ta be a smartass about it…” He rolled his eyes. “If you’re going to do that, let me work on her a bit beforehand.”
“Be quick about it,” your boss huffed.
Shinji guided you over to the couch, pulling you onto his lap. Sosuke stood by, slowly pumping his length to get it upright again, watching you.
“This might feel a little uncomfortable,” Shinji warned before taking his middle finger into his mouth, sucking on it and letting his spit dribble down before circling your other hole with it.
You whimpered at the foreign sensation, leaning into him until your breasts were pressed to his chest as he slowly pushed his wet finger just past the entrance.
“Ha, ah!” You squirmed against him, face scrunching up and your puffy pussy brushing the curve of his dick ever so slightly.
“Sh - shit,” he groaned. “You okay?”
“Mhm.” You didn’t sound too convincing, your eyes squeezed shut tightly.
“Gonna go deeper,” Shinji communicated.
“Okay.”
He pushed his finger in further, making you squeak and bite down onto his shoulder. He was moving it in and out, trying to work the tight muscle open as best as he could. It was pressure unlike anything you had ever experienced before. You were sinking down into his lap, trying to create some sort of friction on your aching clit as a distraction, making him grunt and whine impatiently.
“Please,” you begged him, crying into his shoulder. “Want your cock”
“Look at how slutty you’re acting,” Sosuke spat from behind. “Enough,” he ripped Shinji’s hand from your hole, eliciting a pained whine from you. “This is taking too long.” He kneeled down, spitting on your ass before gathering the liquid and pushing it back into your hole with two fingers.
You screeched and spasmed, clutching onto Shinji for support, biting into his neck now. He howled, wrapping his arms around you to hold you in place as Sosuke spit another glob onto your hole, clumsily fucking it into you again with his fingers. Your hips moved against Shinji’s of their own volition, seeking pleasure as Sosuke gave you pain. Shinji gripped them hard, trying to still your movement as his cock awaited to be sheathed in your gushing walls.
“Hang on, doll,” he panted, his restraint wavering. “Let’s wait for Sosuke to finish up, yeah?”
“But I want you now!” You cried to him.
“Greedy little brat.” Sosuke bit your ass, hard.
“Just fuck me!” You wailed. “Both of you! I can’t take it anymore!”
You didn’t need to tell your boss twice. He rose from where he stood, releasing your hole. “Don’t make her wait any longer,” he told Shinji, his voice hoarse and direct. “Turn sideways.”
Shinji repositioned the both of you so that Sosuke had room to get behind. He lifted you ever so slightly, allowing your boss to align his cock in between your cheeks while he aligned his with your swollen folds.
“Bite me, scratch me, whatever you need to do,” Shinji said softly, looking at you with tender affection. “I’m right here. Use me however you need.”
You were about to shake your head at him when Sosuke entered you from behind, his fat cock bullying its way into your tight little hole. “How sweet,” he mocked. It was an impossible, painful, fit. You rocked forward, sobbing into Shinji’s chest, sinking down onto his tip.
“Why are you crying, my love?” Sosuke murmured ominously into your neck. “This is what you wanted, is it not?”
“Leave her be, Sosuke,” Shinji scolded. “She’s just overwhelmed is all, huh baby?”
“Don’t tell me what she is and she isn’t. You forget, she’s mine.” He wrapped his hand around your throat possessively.
In defiance, Shinji sank further into you, stuffing you absurdly full. Between the two of them, you felt as if you were being split open. You took Shinji up on his offer, using him as your anchor, clawing at his shoulders, sinking your teeth into the sensitive skin behind his ears as you wailed with pleasure and pain.
“You okay?” He asked you, pain in his own voice as you dug your nails and teeth into him and as he held back from pounding into you from below.
You didn’t have a straight answer for him. You both were and you weren’t, in ecstasy and in hell. You were certain your body couldn’t handle more, tightening around the intrusions in both holes, and yet, here you were, taking it, stretching wider than you ever had to accommodate your men.
“Answer him,” Sosuke murmured from behind, breath hot against your neck.
“I’m,” you hesitated, searching for the right word. “I’m so - so full.”
“Want me to stop?” Shinji asked quickly.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sosuke scoffed at him. “She’s fine. You insult her. I know my girl. She can take it. Can’t you, darling?”
“Uh huh!” You were lifting your head and nodding, heavily lidded eyes meeting Shinji’s.
At your affirmation, Sosuke started to force himself in and out of you with more vigor. He went about it surprisingly gently, not too fast, not too hard, at least not right away. He was even nice enough to hold you place, relatively still, so as not to make it difficult for Shinji to begin rocking into you just the same.
Your eyes fluttered shut, mouth parted as a string of pants, moans, and whines tumbled out. Your noises of pleasure were like another affirmation, this one for Shinji. He too began to fuck into you, slower than Sosuke, still careful not to hurt you. He gripped your hips tightly, steeling himself to your body as your warmth enveloped him.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Yer doing so well, baby.”
It was all you wanted to hear, all you needed to hear - that you were doing well, that you were good for them. You’d do anything, no matter how absurd, so long as they reminded you of how good you were being. And it was absurd, how you were sandwiched between them now, stuffed beyond what you ever thought was possible, flushed with arousal, embarrassment, and something else - was this love?
Shinji kissed you at the same time that he brought his fingers to your clit, massaging the sensitive area. Your eyes were shut as his tongue explored yours, oblivious to all else but the sounds and sensations of their low groaning, grunting, and growling, and rhythmic thrusts into you. Sosuke slapped your ass from behind, reminding you that he was still there, having you squealing into Shinji’s mouth. It was all blissfully overstimulating, causing that familiar, tightening heat to build in your core.
You were quickly turning into brain-dead putty between them, your mind and body at a disconnect, or maybe your mind wasn’t there at all. It always scared you a little bit, how you essentially lost control of yourself. It made you attempt to claw your way back to reality.
“Shinji,” you whined, pushing his hand away from your clit. You knew he’d listen. “I - I can’t.”
“Can’t what?” He slowed, forcing you to look at him.
“She’s going to cum soon,” Sosuke interrupted, grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back, effectively trapping you. “Don’t stop.”
To your surprise and horror, Shinji listened to him, resuming his brutal pace both on your clit and inside you. You shrieked and cried, held upright only with how tightly your bodies were pressed together. Your thighs trembled and eyes rolled back with the threat of your orgasm.
“S’okay,” Shinji whispered to you, kissing along your jaw and neck tenderly. “Yer gonna be okay. I’ve got you.”
Sosuke held your wrists together with one hand, reaching around you to take one of your breasts in his other, overwhelming you further. “You know I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he promised, kissing your temple. “You can let go. You’ve been so good for us.”
With them filling you up and their hands and lips and bodies all over you on the outside, it didn’t take much longer for you to tip over the edge with no other choice. You shrieked and spasmed, nothing but a fidgeting, whining animal as they both continued to plunge into you.
“That’s it,” Shinji hummed shakily. “Atta girl.”
“Hang on just a little longer, honey,” Sosuke’s voice sounded muffled behind you. “Let us finish.”
You melted, stuck between them, hardly clinging to consciousness as they both rode out the rest of their highs. Shinji’s came first, with him pulling out of you to shoot all over his own stomach, and then Sosuke, pushing you down onto the couch to coat your ass and lower back, marking you as his in his own sick way. And of course, you adored him for it, looking back at him with hearts for pupils.
“Sweet thing.” He pet your hair and caressed your shoulders. “You did so well. You know that?”
You nodded to him, too fucked-out for words. He gave you a smile that told you he knew.
“Stay still,” he ordered. “I’ll clean you up.”
“Get me while you’re at it,” Shinji chimed in from above you. You could hear the grin in his voice.
Sosuke gathered a wad of tissues from his desk and unceremoniously tossed them Shinji’s way. “Help yourself,” he huffed, before gathering fresh ones for you.
He delicately wiped the remains of his essence from you, taking care to smooth his hands over the curve of your bum in the process. Distantly, you could hear Shinji shuffling around and grumbling under his breath, moving to put his clothes back on. Sosuke was slower to do so, in no hurry to be free of this space, to be free of you.
You reluctantly rose from where you laid in search for your dress and panties. When you looked up, Shinji already had them in hand, your panties dangling from his fingers and your dress draped over the back of your boss’ desk chair. He came forward, wordlessly kneeling down at your feet to pull the garment over your ankles and up your legs, dressing you just as softly as he undressed you. He retrieved your dress and put that on next, zipping it up, slowly bringing the two separated halves together again.
“Thank you,” you sighed quietly when he was done.
“Anytime, doll,” he whispered.
To your pleasant surprise, the elevator ride down with the two of them wasn’t as awkward as you anticipated. You fell into a comfortable, content, satisfied silence. You had a lot of questions, but in a way, you didn’t need them answered. The truth always had its way of coming out when it was ready.
But there was one thing you were curious about, something that couldn’t wait. You looked at Shinji, eyes full of hope. “Are you gonna come in tomorrow?” Sosuke was waiting too, watching him just as expectantly as you were.
“I wasn't planning on it,” he replied, making your heart sink. Then he turned your way, grinning. “But, I can stop by.”
You beamed. Sosuke scoffed.
“Got something to say, Sosuke?” Shinji chuckled bitterly.
The elevator doors opened, and he stepped out, hardly looking over his shoulder as he said, “see you tomorrow, Hirako.”
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With his hands around your waist, pressing you against him, he whispers in your ear how much he desires to make you the “bearer of his descendance”
Your back laying on his chest, your legs hanging down his legs; sitting on that sterile “throne”, the king assures a step further on his plans...
Oh, Sosuke Aizen, what do you see in that future of yours?
Solitude? Defeat? Why do you need a successor?
Your nape, your hair, rest on Sosuke’s shoulder and neck. Up, his right hand slides; your neck it finds, crushing carotids and jugulars, making you dizzy… out of breath, perhaps even controlling you to go and come from the brink of death.
Slap after slap, thighs hitting against your ass. Sweaty surfaces that go up and down, as he drills into you with desperate hips.
“Will you bear my child, dear (Name)?” he asks, coercing you to say yes… in any case, a blurred mind and an almost limp body is unable to say otherwise.
“Y-ye-yes, Aizen-sa-sama” you cry, as he presses your cheeks, so your lips become pouty, and your words come out in an adorably humiliating way.
A sophisticated, tinted in psychopathic, smirk escapes his lips. It makes you tremble, how can someone be so sexy, so soft and yet so scary at the same time? Guess the strongest don’t really need to be violent.. oh, but what definitely holds an almost unbearable violence, are those hip thrusts that wont stop pumping on you.
And your walls, as lustful, as desperate as those thrusts, spasm, milking that man that needs to shut his chocolate eyes closed… see, there is a reason why you were chosen to serve Aizen-sama.
“Aren’t you a little bit needy? Heh” he murmurs, biting ever so softly the lobe of your right ear. The humid words of his hot breath, feels like they are kissing your brain, pulling you down with tingles everywhere.
“Always for you, Aizen-sama” you purr, in heaven, with your inner thighs trembling and your toes a little curled. “I am yours to please, I am yours to be used…”
Sosuke growls; he definitely knows how his you are. But, even though, the moment he listens to those words, his body reacts uncontrollably… So far from the cold, calm, and collected Aizen you know, he bites your neck. His thrusts are even more violent than before, this time you can’t bounce properly as his delicate hands, yet strong and evil, grab you by your waist. He lifts you up, he doesn’t really need you moving… just be a hole for his insatiable hunger this time.
“Shsh, baby…” he murmurs, penetrating you so perfectly. The position, with you lifted and softly bent forward allows the tip of his sex to hardly push your sweet spot. Like an expert, knowing so very well, exactly where to press, he makes you retort with just the violent drill of unstoppable ramming.
It is nearly impossible for you not to come, viciously and aggressively, as suspended in between heaven and hell… well, isn’t it funny how the new king of Hueco Mundo is actually fucking your right now?
“Come on, cum so that I can fill you up very well…” he continues, enjoying the pleasure of your milking walls. “You know you shouldn’t waste a single drop, baby? Would you keep it inside for me? We need to make you very, very pregnant”
You shiver… exactly why, you don’t really know. Is it because of your orgasm taking over? Or is it because you are being entrusted with such a high order from Aizen-sama?
In any case…
“Yes, Aizen-sama… make me, really, really pregnant…”
“Very good, my beautiful ray of sun… come on, do it with a smile for me… but, please, make sure not to fail”
CW: Yandere behavior, forced imprisonment, brief mentions of NSFW / Non/Con, threats of violence
This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your own triggers.
Happy birthday Aizen! I couldn't help but write a short little thing I love him. The Rock Musical is living rent free in my head and has done so since I watched it. The "Smile, Orihime" scene was in it too and I almost fainted seeing that in front of me on stage.
The warmth of the palms of his hands burned through the white silk of the gown you were wearing, placed possessively on your waist.
Aizen was lounging in his throne, you perched uncomfortably on his lap in just the way he liked to have you. There was just something about having your soft, warm body close that stroked his ego just right. It was as much of a display of his power and authority for both the Espada and you alike -- a show of ownership.
Any time Aizen summoned the Espada to a meeting, you would be dragged into his lap, spending the meeting trying not to squirm around as large hands held your waist or fingers traced patterns into your thigh. It was humiliating, but there was nothing you could do to stop it.
Making a scene wasn’t an option anymore. You’d tried to protest the first few times the ruler of Las Noches had forced you to sit in his lap during meetings. He’d been amused, but not at all bothered. A few words whispered into your ear in his smooth, baritone voice had your body freezing as your heartbeat picked up in fear before you reluctantly fell quiet and stopped squirming.
You knew all too well that Aizen made good on his promises and threats. You didn’t want your remaining family to suffer at the hands of Hollows or any of the Espada, nor did you want to spend more nights than you absolutely had to folded into a mating press as fucked you until he was satisfied.
There was no escape from Las Noches, after all. You couldn’t open a portal, and even if you somehow managed to get one of the Espada to open one for you, there was nowhere in the world that you would be able to escape Aizen. All you could do was obey and try to minimise the damage done to yourself or the people you cared about. You were no fighter. You had no powers. There was nothing you could do but let him do as he pleased.
You could feel Aizen’s smile press against the sensitive skin of your neck, no doubt knowing exactly what was on your mind. There was no hiding anything from him. You’d long since stopped trying.
“Feeling powerless, pet?” Aizen mused, ignoring Nnoitora making a jab at Harribel, trying to rile her up.
You didn’t grace him with a response, rebelling in one of the only ways you could. He chuckled, chest rumbling in amusement pressed against your back.
“If anyone, you’re the person with the most power here.” You turned your neck, looking back at Aizen with confusion on your face. He merely smiled.
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