a/n: Tysm for this request! I’m so sorry it took me so long to do haha.. </3 Lowkey I kinda forgot the obsession part but if you squint your eyes you’ll see it 🤔
Jugram is a hard working man, a man who put his work before you. That’s the entire reason why the two of you broke up. He would rather put his boss’s necessities before yours, he’d come home exhausted and it made him too tired to even make love to you.
That’s why you were here tonight at the club, you wanted to get your mind off the recent break up. It was still a fresh wound to you so your girlfriends called you up and told you to get dolled up, so you did.
“Hey! Look at you! I haven’t seen you like this in a long time!” Your friend wrapped her arm around your waist, hugging you tightly.
You let out a nervous laughter, it was true.. Jugram never took you out much so you never had an opportunity to actually dress up. “I’m a bit nervous.. what if I don’t have my old skills?”
Your friend hugged your body tighter, “Oh come on! Look at you! You’re like—” Suddenly your friend was interrupted by the sound of someone whistling.
“I’d like to see that dress on my floor tonight!” The both of you paused for a moment then looked back at each other, bursting out of laughter.
“See! I told you. Now let’s go in.” Your friend let go of you finally, she began to walk away quickly and you tried your best to match her pace, it’s been a while since walking in heels.
You widened your eyes slightly once your friend opened the door wide open for you, the music was loud, it was a bit stuffy, people were laughing and talking loudly, people grinding and dancing together.
“Geez! It is packed tonight huh Y/N?” Your friend noticed your discomfort and grabbed your wrist, pulling you over the bar to sit down for a little. She wanted you to see the environment and get used to it before getting back out there.
“It’s really something..” You shrunk in your seat, your attention was brought back once you saw the bartender walking up to you both.
“What can I get you ladies tonight?” He said as he was drying up a cleaned glass.
Your friend practically jumped up out of her seat, she leaned over the table of the bar, “Get us anything that has an umbrella!”
The bartender laughed to himself, nodding, “Alright, I’ll be back in a few ladies.” He said as he walked away to make the drinks.
Your friend sat back in her seat, turning over to you, “Soo, You trying to get laid tonight?” She whispered into your ear.
You chuckled nervously, “You can be a pervert sometimes. But eh, I don’t know.” You let out a deep sigh, “It’s been a while since I’ve had sex.” You let your cheek rest into your palm.
“I think you should honestly. It’ll take your mind off of—”
A single drink was placed in front of you. You blinked in confusion and looked up to the bartender. “This is from the guy over there.” He pointed to guy who had blonde hair and a striped bucket hat. He glanced at you and winked, going back to his conversation.
You could feel yourself blushing, you took the drink and muttered a low ‘Thank you’
“Already getting free drinks?” Your friend nudged your shoulder, letting out a small laugh once she saw your shy reaction.
“It’s just one..” You took the glass and brought it to your lips, the alcohol burned your throat a bit but you liked the drink anyways.
“It’s kind of good..” You placed the glass back onto the table carefully, you were still a bit cautious and shy on everything.
Your friend and you talked for a bit, drank a few drinks together. You were having a good time and you were finally ready to get out onto the dance floor.
“I’m gonna go.. hiccup, dance a bit, okayy?” You were about to push yourself out of the seat but you felt someone’s chest push up against your back.
You slowly turned, a deep blush appearing on your cheeks once you met the gaze of the person.
“I’ve been watching you for a while, care to dance?” It was the same fella who bought you the drink earlier. You let your head go back to his chest, looking down at his lips then at his eyes.
“Mhmm.” You slowly murmured. You turned to your friend for approval but she was also getting asked to dance.
He took a step back, he put his hand out for you to grab. You grabbed his hand and hopped off the seat, you let him guide you to the center of the room.
The two of you began to dance together, his hands were on your hips, going up and down and squeezing your hips and ass. You were a bit taken aback, you haven’t been touched like that in a while, thats also when you realized just how touch starved you were.
You let your arms rest on his shoulder, he dipped down slightly and began to kiss you on your neck then slowly trailed off to your collarbone, you pulled your head back, flipping your hair to only one side for him to have easier access.
He came back up, locking his gaze with yours. He looked down at lips and looked back at you, licking his lips before he gently smashed his lips onto yours. He made sure you could feel him getting hard by grinding onto yours just a little bit harder.
You let a shy smirk form on your lips, you turned yourself around and let your ass grind up on his crotch, you put your hands on your knees and flipped your hair to the other side, you looked back at him from your shoulder. He placed his large hands onto yours waist and gave your ass a smack, he let himself grind onto your ass. It was a bit much for the club but almost everyone with a partner was doing the exact same thing.
You were so into the mood that while throwing it back on him you were going to kiss him, you looked over your shoulder and he leaned in, knowing what you wanted to do. But just as you were about to close the distance, someone aggressively grabbed ahold of your wrist. You stumbled a bit because of your heels, the person held your head close to their chest.
You looked up in confusion, blinking to clear your vision.
“J-Jugram..?!” You were just about to push yourself off and go back to the other guy but he wrapped his arm around yours waist and held onto your body tight as if you’d disappear.
Jugram wasn’t even looking at you, he was staring dead at the guy in front of you. Glaring at him with a death stare.
“Don’t ever go near her again.” He said before turning you both away.
“W-Wait! I’m not going with you Jugram.” You managed to pull yourself away from him, you stood there for a moment as he looked at you.
You took a step back, about to walk away but he grabbed your hand gently this time.
“You’re going home. With me.” You stumbled a bit again because of your heels, he noticed and looked down at your feet, raising a brow.
“I’ll carry you out. You clearly forgot how to walk in heels.” You paused but laughed it off.
“Yeah, I really only wore heels for special occasions. I never got to go to any though.” It was a clear spike at him for never taking you out.
He rolled his eyes and he swiftly picked you up in bridal style.
Once you both got into the car, the both of you didn’t say anything. It was a silent drive back to his home. You let your legs be at the other direction—to your door— to show that you were clearly unsatisfied with all of this.
He took notice but he didn’t say anything.
Once you got to his home, he didn’t even open the door for you, he walked away from you and waited for you at the door.
You were wondering to yourself what you were doing here, because he was clearly showing no care or emotion for you. But why would he do all of this to you anyways? It didn’t make sense.
You entered his home and closed the door behind you. You let out a deep breath, you weren’t sure of what was going to happen next so you mentally prepared yourself for only the worst.
You closed your eyes and turned around, you shot them open once you felt Jugram’s lips smash right onto yours, he slammed his hand onto the door, he pulled back.
“What the hell were you thinking?” He said in a husky tone, he looked down at you as if he was going to devour you.
Your eyebrows furrowed together in frustration, “What are you talking about?!” You pushed him off of you, crossing your arms at your chest.
He looked down at his feet, you could see a faint smirk on his lips, he let out a low and almost dangerous chuckle.
You kicked your heels off your feet while he was doing that. Once you let out a breath he grabbed you again and guided you to his bedroom.
He opened the door so quickly it hit the wall and bounced right back up. He practically threw you onto the bed and you could hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt and the sounds of fabric being tugged on.
“Take off your clothes.” You sat up quickly, shocked that he even suggested the idea.
“How come all of the sudden you want sex now?” You sat there for a moment, you looked down to his crotch and saw his bulge.
You could feel your pussy getting hot.
“I’ll give you two choices.” He put his hand up, holding two fingers. “You can either take your clothes off. Or I rip them off.” He pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it onto the ground.
You gulped, you didn’t want to have sex with him just to spite him for never having sex with you. But it’s been so long you thought. You wanted this and what if you weren’t given this opportunity again?
You were just about to slip your dress off but Jugram interrupted you, he looked dead into your eyes and said, “You were taking too long.” He ripped your dress into two—as if it were nothing—you gasped.
“That was an expensive dress??” You watched as he threw the now torn up dress onto the floor, you reached out for it but he pushed you back onto the bed.
“You just make things easier for me.” He was referring to you not wearing a bra.
He gently grabs your wrists, putting them above your head, he dipped his head down, “I want all of you tonight.” He went down slowly, kissing and sucking on your collarbone area.
You could feel your panties only getting soaker and soaker, you desperately wanted him to fuck you already but Jugram was the kind of man that savors his food.
Or at least you thought.
He released your wrists and flipped you over, your face was on his pillow.
He grabbed the back of your head and buried it right into his pillow, he leaned in, biting and pulling your ear gently, “You wanted to be fucked so badly right?” He almost sounded angry but he wasn’t angry really.
You didn’t respond, you were just thinking of the ways he’d fuck you stupid.
“Yeah. Well now you’re gonna get it okay? Are you fucking happy? Slut.” He let go of your head and looked back down to your ass.
“You were really going all out tonight.” He slipped your panties off with such ease and care.
You looked over your shoulder to look at him but he stuffed your face right back into the pillow, “I’ll give you everything you need now.”
He dragged his two fingers through your slit, shivers went down your spine as he did so. “I’ve barely touched you and here you are soaking wet for me.” He took out his cock from his boxers and gave it a few strokes before shoving it right into your cunt.
You hadn’t felt his cock inside you in so long that the feeling of him inside shocked you and made you yelp and began to tear up.
“You’re as tight as I remembered.” He bit his lip, throwing his head back as he began to move, his hands were on your hips, he brought your bottom up , you could feel his nails digging into your skin, making little crescent marks.
“You’re—Being too rough.” You cried out, blinking to get rid of your tears.
“Oh I am?” He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you back, He pounded into your cunt. He grabbed your face and squished it together, “You love getting treated like this don’t you?” He smashed his lips aggressively onto yours, he only pulled back to breathe but went back in.
You moaned into his mouth as he continued to abuse your cunt, the bed was shaking uncontrollably, the header hitting the wall loudly.
Jugram wasn’t afraid of moaning or groaning into your ear, so you heard every single grunt and moan that escaped from his lips.
As he was reaching to his high, his thrusts were beginning to get sloppier. “I wanna see my cum drip out of your pussy.” He whispered into your ear.
Your moans only got louder and louder, the sex was almost too rough but you absolutely loved it. The way he slammed into your walls, his growls when you unintentionally clamped down on him.
His cock disappeared in and out of you, each time being harder and faster than the other.
“You’re mine, all mine.” He gave your ass a hard slap, “All fucking mine, you got that?” He dug his nails harder into you, making tears fall down your cheeks.
Your moans slipped out so uncontrollably, you gripped onto the sheets for support, “J-Jugram..” You moaned out his name.
You put your face into the pillow, trying to muffle your moans but Jugram wasn’t going to allow it. He—gently almost— yanked your hair back, “Don’t fucking do that.” He said in a husky tone. “Let me hear you.” He let go of your hair and latched his hands onto your boobs.
He pinched your nipples hard, swirling the bud of it with his fingers, then he groped them hard together.
“You want my cum to fill you up baby?” He said it in almost a mocking tone.
You nodded your head quickly, “Yes.. Please Jugram.” You whimpered out.
“Mhmm.” He smirked down, he loved seeing your ass bounce on his dick, he loved to see you look over your shoulder to look at him with half-lidded eyes, moaning and whimpering for more of his cock.
“Augh! Fuck!” He groaned out as he shot a load of his cum into you. You gasped in pleasure once you felt his warm and sticky cum fill your pussy, it’s been so long you thought.
Jugram slowly took his cock out of you, he looked down at your twitching pussy and admired by how his cum dripped out of you. He hummed in satisfaction, grabbing your hips again and slamming his cum back into you.
“Just for the record.” He said as he slipped himself out of you, flipping you over. “I never thought we were broken up. I thought you were just needing a break.” He looked down at you with half-lidded eyes, watching your chest go up and down.
You blinked in confusion once you were able to think again properly.
“Are you some..” You panted, “Fucking idiot?”
Jugram shrug his shoulders nonchalantly, “Maybe.” He went down to tower over your body, he placed a small kiss on your lips. “Are we broken up then?”
You deadpanned at him, looking away in embarrassment. “..Do you.. want to be?”
After being gone for so long, I’m finally free from school (for now until I have to enroll for classes..) so yayy!! I’ll most likely post something today as well :P
After being gone for so long, I’m finally free from school (for now until I have to enroll for classes..) so yayy!! I’ll most likely post something today as well :P
🍭 Sensually and suggestively sucking on a lollipop during a meeting and making eye contact with him the entire time as you stand at the back of the crowd.
Szayelaporro doesn't even wait for the meeting to end. You are standing in the back of the room, something creepy crawls up your leg under your pant legs and injects itself into your wet folds, tearing through the fabric of your panties because damn thing is alive. You drop the lollipop and squeal. The closest to you turn their heads from the sudden disturbance and distraction. You bite your lower lip and silently orgasm, his grin and eyes locked on you the entire time.
Grimmjow impatiently waits for the damn meeting to end, unable to concentrate and focus. You seductively deep-throat the lollipop while standing at the back of the crowd. No one noticed you except for Grimmjow. The man is itching to scratch your insides with his throbbing dick. The lollipop is licked to the last bite, and the meeting finally ends. He eventually does end up chasing you down the hallway like a maniac and pins you down on the floor, hard dick slaps you across the face and he deep throats you until your vision becomes blurry. He foolishly thinks you learned your lesson until you try it again at the next meeting, not with one, but two lollipops. Licking back and forth between the two before taking them both into your mouth, cheeks poking out like a chipmunk, eagerly waiting for your next punishment. Two lollipops? What the hell were you implying now?
Starrk doesn't seem bothered. He passes you a glance and watches you lick the handy treat as if you were licking his dick under the table. You know it is bothering him, but he shows no emotions. He looked tired as the meeting dragged on for an hour. And once the meeting finished, you followed behind him, waiting for his reaction. He gives you a yawn and curls up on his mountain of pillows. You pout and sit beside him, poking his cheeks, demanding attention. Too late. He is already out. So you help yourself. Pulling out his painfully hard cock out of his pants, you shake your head in disbelief as he would choose sleep over a blow job. Why not have both? He doesn't seem to mind.
Askin had to do a double-take when you flashed him a brightly coloured lollipop, red 40, his nemesis. He didn't like artificial dyes because he could taste the chemical aftertaste. He passed you a thumbs down, disapproving of your bad taste, but you continued with your actions regardless. The point was to tease him during the meeting, not to judge your palate. He had to fix your mistake and offer your taste buds something more 'sophisticated'. His dick. And so he had you on your knees, guiding his hard 'coated' cock all the way down your throats because the taste buds do happen to linger far beyond the oral cavity. What do you taste? Pomegranate. A good natural replacement for red 40.
Bazz-B just endures it. He surprisingly, quietly endures it while you tease him with a ‘thick’ long lollipop that is thicker than the girth of his dick. He knows what game you are playing and the silent insults you are throwing at him. So he just patiently endures it until the end of the meeting. The silence worries you. And he doesn't say another word about it until the next day and another meeting. Before the meeting started, he shoved you under the table and unzipped his pants, pulling out his flaccid cock. And you went to work, trying to be discreet and sneaky, legs of other high-ranking Qunicies slowly surround you as they take their seats at the table. You suck and choke, tears down your cheek when he forces himself balls deep down your throat. Now, who was thicker? His balls or the lollipop?
Ryuken was finishing up a staff meeting at his hospital. He didn't expect to see you performing a vulgar tongue dance at the back of the staff room. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow. A staff member asked if he was alright. “A headache” was his quick reply. He wasn't lying. After the staff meeting, he entered an empty treatment/exam room. You followed without an invitation. The open door was the invitation. He pushed you on top of the exam table and had his way, a quickie before his next patient. The next patient was already waiting in the waiting room. It was fast and quick. Time was ticking, and he was known as a punctual doctor. You pulled up your pants, cum leaking down your legs and before you exit the room, you stick your hand in the jar of lollipops and help yourself, passing him a wink-- 'until next time'.
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Hi🫶 May I request a NSFW birthday celeb with my beloved Aizen? Since we both share the same birth month💓 I'll leave everything to your writing magic❣️I love reading your stories btw esp ur nsfw Aizen🫶
Glory ೃ⁀➷ Sosuke Aizen X reader
╰┈➤ warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut/lemon, oral sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex,ex-lovers, sex with somewhat plot??, public sex, looking into the mirror while being fucked,
・❥・ a/n: Tysm for reading my stuff! I’m glad you enjoy them and my aizen works!
You saw him staring dead into your soul from across the room, Sosuke Aizen that was.
You couldn’t stand that Sosuke Aizen, always acting so high and mighty around you. Using his power just to make you feel weak. And what you hated most was that smug look on his face when he did it, that smug and disgustingly handsome face of his.
Suddenly you felt someone’s arms wrap around your waist, hugging your figure. You were just about to step on the guy’s shoe but your face softened up once you saw who it was.
“Shinji!” You exclaimed, happy that someone fun was at this ball. “Hey sexy, you tryin’ to kill me with your good looks?” You giggled lightly at his teasing.
But he wasn’t wrong about the sexy part, you wore a long, dark red silk dress with a leg slit. It revealed your chest a bit and hugged your body perfectly, you paired it with a pair of ruby earrings and a silver necklace, the pendant of the necklace falling down your cleavage.
“Thank you Shinji, you look pretty good too” You complimented him back, winking at him playfully, placing a hand on his chest.
“Thanks doll, you thirsty or anything? I’ll grab ya a drink.” He removed his arm from your waist, leaving you no room to refuse since he left right after that. Leaving you alone and bored again.
You let out a heavy sigh, you looked down at your feet, dozing off. You wanted to go home but since Shinji was here and was going to get you a drink, you might’ve as well just stayed until then.
You were so distracted by your own thoughts you didn’t hear footsteps coming your way. You were only back to reality once you saw a pair of shoes right in front of your feet.
Finally you looked up, meeting with a pair of chestnut eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed together by instinct, you made a face at the man in front of you, he had that same fake smile painted on his face.
“Well.. if it isn’t lady Y/N.. I wonder, does your father know his daughter has such bold taste in dresses?” He stepped in closer to you, placing his hand on your necklace pendant, “Or is this just for me?”
You scoffed, slapping his hand away from you. “As if Sosuke.” You rolled your eyes at him, stepping back but your back hit the wall.
He stepped in closer to you, giving you and him very little space. He tilted his head to the side, looking at your necklace. “I must say, that is a lovely necklace. Who gifted it to you if I may ask?” Sosuke continued to have a calm and composed expression on his face, even while teasing her.
“That doesn’t concern you Sosuke, please just. Get away from me, I’m feeling pretty good tonight.” You crossed your arms over your chest, unintentionally squishing your breasts together.
You were confused when seeing his lip twitch along with his eyebrow, but you didn’t bother to question any of it. “Put your arms down.” He causally said, he took his blazer off and wrapped it around your shoulders.
Again you were confused by his actions, you were just about to slide his blazer off your shoulders but he then spoke. “There are men here who forget their place.”
You scoffed at him, “as if that concerns you.”
Aizen’s smile dropped finally, looking at you with a dead and cold look. “And why would that not concern me?” He leaned in closer, his lip brushed over your ear, “It’s almost amusing how you pretend none of us ever existed.. as if our time together meant nothing at all.” You stiffened at his words.
Yes, you did act like that because you were angry at him for leaving you. Angry for him leaving you and still trying to talk to you, why couldn’t he just let you move on? Did he want you to be miserable?
Aizen’s eyebrows furrowed together, he grabbed your wrist, having a firm grip on it.
“You’re coming with me.” He dragged you to the hallway where nobody was around, you almost tripped because of your heels. You looked back and saw Shinji coming back to the spot you originally were.
“Sosuke, what are you..” Your words stopped when noticing just how close he was to your face.
His nose was almost touching yours, you could feel his breathing on your face as well. There was an obvious tension between you two.
“You.. truly are an insufferable woman.” Aizen said in a husky tone. You tore your gaze off from him, looking at the ground instead, “You can’t just keep trying to barge into my life.” Your tone was stern, you stood your ground and faced Aizen again, having more a fierce and confident look.
“I can and I will,” He released your wrist and for a second you thought this was going to be over. But you soon realized that wasn’t happening anytime soon, you felt his hand wrap around your throat, he squeezed your throat lightly, “Even when apart, You are still bound to me.” Your breath hitched.
“You’re the one who broke up with me, Sosuke.” You looked at him dead in the eye, trying your hardest to not show your weak side to him again.
He chuckled, “You’re absolutely right, I did. But not because I stopped caring.. I thought distance would protect you from the path I chose.” His eyes slightly lowered, he was actually letting you see his vulnerable side.
You scoffed, your pulse quickening “What makes you think that I’ll ever be yours again?”
Aizen chuckled, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him, smashing his lips onto yours. You gasped and put your hands on his chest.
Every single part of you was telling you to push him away, to yell at him, to pull back. But your own body betrayed you, in a desperate and needy way you pulled him closer to you by the shirt
Your lips parted, inviting his tongue. Aizen took the invitation and let his tongue slide into your mouth. He released his hand from your throat, his hand now tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss.
It didn’t matter that they were both in a public space still, it didn’t that they were at an important ball, it didn’t matter if anyone walked in on them doing this.
Because right now, the world around you two.. faded away.
When you both finally broke apart, you were both breathless and looking at each other’s eyes. “You’re mine, Y/N.. don’t you ever forget that.” He backed up and stared down at you, hard.
He looked to the side and noticed that you were both right next to the bathroom. You saw the mischievous glint in his eyes. In a hurried manner, he grabbed your hand and dragged you inside the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
“Wait Sosuke..! My bodyguard might be wondering where I am.” Aizen didn’t care for your worries, he turned you around, making you face the mirror.
“I want you to look at yourself this time, don’t worry about anything else. Just focus on how pretty your face is when I fuck you.” Aizen slipped off one of your sleeves off your shoulder, showing your bare and soft skin.
You looked at him in the mirror, he licked his lips before biting down on your shoulder, as if it was a meal for him.
“Wait- Here? We’re in a public space Sosuke.” You were just about to turn your head to directly speak to him, but he grabbed your cheeks with his one hand, forcing you to look straight into the mirror.
“I don’t care for that right now.”
You felt his hand land on your leg, he propped your leg up on the sink. Giving him better access. You could hear the sound of his pants unzipping, your pulse quickened.
“Oh how I missed you.” He whispered under his breath, he moved your hair over to your shoulders, revealing your nape. He left small trails of kisses on your nape then down to your exposed shoulder.
His hands explored every inch of your body.
You felt his hands travel down to your lower body, his cold and large hand slid right up your dress. He played with the waistband of your panties, “Such thin panties.” He cooed.
He slid your panties to the side, slowly he let his fingers slide right into your core, he curled his fingers and pumped his fingers inside of you.
“Let me hear you,” He whispered then leaving small kisses on your shoulder. You let out soft moans with each pump, he was prepping you for the big thing. “Look at yourself, look at the expressions you make.” You looked into the mirror and found yourself flushed, eyes lazy and mouth slightly opened, your sweet moans encouraged Sosuke to finger you faster.
Aizen had enough, he slid is fingers right out of you and let the tip of his cock tease the entrance of your core.
He entered in a swift thrust, a thrust that took your breath away. He began moving, he slammed himself into your squishy walls. Moans, grunts and whimpers filled the bathroom.
You continued to look at yourself in the mirror, not like you had a choice anyways. His hand was on your nape, making sure you were in place, making sure you were watching as he dicked you down.
You throw your head back to his shoulder, but in a swift movement he faced you towards the mirror again. “Watch, Just watch.” He murmured, thrusting into your walls in a harsh and rough manner.
You let your moans go wild, not caring anymore about the surroundings.
“You’ve always done so good taking all of me.” His thrusts were beginning to get sloppier with each passing second, you could tell he was close.
“Uh-huh.” You moaned out.
Sosuke groaned by how you sucked him in. He looked up in the mirror, finding your gaze. He released his hand from your nape, grabbing onto your cheeks instead. He leaned over to your shoulder, crashing his lips against yours.
You both moaned and groaned into each other’s mouths, once he pulled back he put his hand right back onto your nape, making you face the mirror once again.
“I’m going to cum inside you, that okay?” You nodded in agreement, it didn’t matter what you said anyway. He was going to fill you up with his cum anyway, he didn’t want to make a mess.
With just a few more thrusts, he released his seed inside of you. He did one final thrust, letting his cum swirl.
He helped you put your leg down, turning your body around. He moved the small strands of hair away from your face, then he placed a small kiss onto your forehead, whispering, “I hope this tells you my intentions.”
“You’re a confusing man Sosuke, confusing to me.”
“Oh yeah? I’ll just have to be more clearer about things then.”
One of the reasons I fell so hard for Szayel wayyyy back when was because of his crazy ass abilities. Specifically his voodoo dolls. It stands to reason that he’d make one of his little assistant. He’d be such a fucking menace with it. ;)
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Szayelaporro x Reader
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✗ Warning: Smut. nsfw. Modern Corporate au. Our Szayel is a warning of itself. Proceed with caution.
✗ a/n: @saltychonk I know how much you love those dolls. Hope you enjoy this, or at least it brings a small smile to your face! ❤️ This is my modern-day twist on his abilities.
“Fuck!”
You spilled some hot coffee on yourself again. Luckily, the waterproof fabric of your lab coat prevented a third-degree burn, and all you had to worry about was the mess you made in the lunchroom.
Yes, blame it on your unexplained spastic muscle movements that for some reason triggered after you joined the company three months ago. You attributed it to the possible chemical fumes you are constantly inhaling or maybe the 5 cups of coffee you consumed to get through the day.
Nonetheless, these ‘clumsy’ moments were getting worse. Not just with coffee. You've caught yourself from falling several times as your legs threatened to give out on you. How about the time when you almost walked into a wall? Fortunately, nothing terrible has happened while handling dangerous chemicals or conducting research. Staying laser-focused on a task seemed to have done you well. But as soon as you left your work station, you left a trail of minor disasters behind you.
A visit to the doctor was useless. Nothing showed up in the blood work and nerve studies. The doctor guessed it was probably Tourette’s, brushing you off as soon as they slapped on that diagnosis. And so you didn't think much of it. As long as your work wasn't compromised, you would gladly accept the challenge and take it one day at a time. The pay and benefits were too good to make a huge fuss over it.
Speaking of work…
Today was the day. Your three-month probation was up, and you had your performance review set up. Hopefully, your little mishaps will not be taken into consideration. You promised them you were healthy! Well, at least physically healthy.
You sat in an empty office— the CEO’s office. You only met the mysterious man once during your initial interview. He didn't talk much and only observed you from a distance while the other two interviewers grilled you with questions.
You hated interviews, and you definitely thought you bombed it. It was a pleasant surprise when you got your offer letter. The three months sure flew by.
Anyway, back to the CEO. He still hadn’t arrived, so you waited patiently, trying to piece together his personality by judging his furniture. It was blatantly obvious he was a minimalist. Nothing really stood out in his office—just a plain, boring canvas that could’ve used a splash of color. Everything was spotless—nothing out of line, screaming perfectionist. The room smelled like Lysol wipes and freshly squeezed lemons, a sterile kind of clean that cleared up your sinuses.
You heard footsteps. Your heart began to race as you glanced over your shoulder towards the open door. The CEO himself was the first to enter, instantly bringing color to the room. His pink hair stood out, bright enough to make the dull space feel a little more alive and almost welcoming.
He wasn't alone– two other men accompanied him. They were shareholders in his pharmaceutical empire and, therefore, had a say in the matter of your future employment.
He sat down, and the other two grabbed rolling office chairs and dragged them towards him. With him in the centre, your eyes were all over him.
Again, he did not participate. He just quietly observed from across the desk, one hand stuffed in the pockets of his lab coat, and his other hand tapping so gently on the desk to intentionally distract you. Well, the finger tapping was the least of your worries.
Your body felt off. A wave of silent heat suddenly enveloped your body, stirring something deeper than a sweat. Your nerves were tickled— your body twitched in places that were not (yet) visible. There was a steady pulse throbbing between your legs.
You pressed your legs together, the heat growing, along with a pool of dampness. You clenched your pelvic floor muscles, trying to fight off an unwanted and unexpected arousal. What was happening to your body?
You were distracted. The two shareholders continued to talk about your performance, their voices a distant murmur, muffled and warped like echoes underwater. Their words slipped past you, lost in the haze clouding your mind. Luckily, they did not ask you any questions and said their part before turning to face the boss, the CEO, the man who had the final say, Szayelaporro.
You clenched your jaw, and your body was starting to tremble slightly. The arousal was growing. Your bundle of nerves were being teased by something invisible. You would take a clumsy fall any day over this humiliation.
When it came time for the CEO to say his piece, the strange feeling quickly disappeared. Just as you were about to reach your peak, his voice, sultry yet malicious, pulled you out of your anticlimactic daze.
“Are you alright? You look rather…clammy. Nervous?”, he asked, staring directly into your eyes.
You felt a shiver run down your spine, but quickly fixed your posture, ignoring the dewy folds you sat on. “I am fine, thank you”.
“Well, based on your performance, we think you are useful to me and we have decided to keep you.” He paused for a second to give you a chance to react. As soon as your lips curled into an excited smile, he continued, “But there is one last test I have to put you through. Are you prepared for that?”.
“Of course!”, you replied eagerly. You foolishly thought it would be some written test.
The two other men got up to leave the room, and once the door closed behind them, Szayelaporro pushed his hands back into the deep pockets of his lab coat. He stood up and turned his back against you to look out the window.
“When will I be taking this test?”, you asked, starting to squirm a little in your chair.
Szayelaporro tilted his head to the side, a grin slowly spreading from cheek to cheek that you could not see.
Your eyes jolted wide open, your knees stiffened, and you threw your head back. A low, raspy moan escaped your lips.
“Now”, you heard him say between the blissful waves of pleasure that were crawling up your body. That feeling had returned, but it was far more intense than before.
You were tense and sweating, soft lips pitted ever so slightly from the impression of your teeth. Vision became blurry with your tears and you had lost yourself in that moment. The world around you dimmed, muffled, as if drowning underwater. All that remained was the pounding of your heart and throbbing of your sex.
“Getting aroused at a time like this? How very inconvenient”.
His muffled voice echoed into your ears, louder than before, as if he were standing right beside you. It pierced through the haze, pulling you back just enough to realize that he was, in fact, standing right beside you.
That sensation had disappeared once more, toying with your emotions and worse, your sanity. You want to burst into tears and run out of the room. However, your legs felt heavy and your body limp, like a doll.
You decided to focus your attention back to the CEO; his bright pink hair seemed to have lured you out of that growing despair. He leaned casually against the desk directly in front of you. He was so close, you could smell his citrus cologne.
He was smiling.
Was he getting a kick out of your misery? Was he aware of what demon possibly possessed you? You did not believe in spirits, but you were ready to call for an exorcist.
“No. Period cramps”, you lied, leaning forward to exaggerate the discomfort in your belly. It wasn’t a complete lie. You did feel discomfort and ‘cramps’ in your pelvic area.
“Oh? Would you like me to rub your belly?”, he suddenly offered.
You looked up at him, wondering if that was the ‘test’.
“No, I’ll be fine, thank you”.
His hands were still in his pockets, digging for ‘treasure’. That mischievous grin did not leave his beautifully contoured face.
“I do have to say, I am surprised by the lie you chose to tell. You are nowhere near your period. In fact, you are close to ovulation, if anything”. And he said all that as if it was normal to know such intimate details about a random person’s menstrual cycle. So nonchalant and matter-of-fact kind of way.
“Oh, don’t look so shocked. You gave us your blood sample when you applied for this job”, he created another suspenseful pause. “And no, you do not suffer from a neurological disease. I have simply been ‘toying’ with you”.
“What?” You are confused and stunned, unable to comprehend what he just said. It was otherworldly magic he spoke of.
Szayelaporro finally removed his hands from his pockets to reveal his little secret. You squint your eyes to make out the details. Once your dilated pupils took it all in, your eyes snapped wide open, shock paralyzing you.
He was holding a small doll that looked very much like you. The facial details and even the clothing matched your description.
“What the hell is that!?”, you asked, intimidated but brave enough to snap at him.
“Oh? A doll”, he replied, offering no further emphasis or explanation.
“No! I mean, why the hell does it look like me?”
“Oh? Does it?” He held the mini-you doll up to his face and examined it closely. He looked back at you and smiled. “Well, what a coincidence. Clearly, whoever made this has good taste”.
He shook the doll gently, and you heard some rattling come from within. You felt nauseous, your lunch threatening to make an escape.
He popped the head open and he pulled out what seemed to be a tiny ….. uterus. You saw a display of other tiny organs dancing within the cavity of the doll. He had no interest in the rest. Crushing his opponent’s organs is how he landed at the top of his industry. With you, he had other plans.
You think it’s a kid's learning toy. However, he quickly proved you wrong.
The little piece danced between his fingertips, your eyes carefully following it, unsure of what was even happening.
Without a thought, he dragged his unusually long tongue along the surfaces of the tiny piece. You felt something scrape along the inside of your uterus.
“What the…!!!!.”
He stopped, so did the sensation.
And if you still hadn't made that association, he tried it again.
“Stop!” you begged, watching him flick his tongue along the mini-uterus. Apparently, it represented your uterus.
“So you’ve figured it out?”
Your insides are cramping in a strange way. Your panties are damp and he could smell your arousal.
“How the hell are you doing this? Magic!?” Absurd for a scientist like yourself to believe in magic.
“Magic? No, my dear, this is … let’s say a gift from my previous life”, he tried to explain, but it was no better than the ‘magic’ logic.
“So you’ve been…manipulating me all this time? All those falls and accidents? It was because of that?” You pointed towards your doll, the head was still popped open, your insides exposed.
He screwed your head back on and tucked the doll back inside the pockets of his lap coat. “Maybe. Maybe not. But don’t you worry your pretty little head. I will never harm your little doll”.
Harm?!
With that little piece of organ rolling between his thumb and index finger, he brought it up towards his lips, and you expected him to give it another lick. You brace for the worst.
Instead, his long tongue crept out between his lips and scooped up the toy piece. It slithered back into his mouth, the little trinket tucked away like a prize.
By now, you’d put two and two together—he could manipulate your body using that little mini-you doll. You assumed that crushing it would kill you. But what about eating pieces of your organs? What kind of twisted plan did this cannibal have in mind?
“Confused? Don't be. If you can pass my next test, the job is yours”, he explained. He sat on the desk, one leg crossed over the other, quietly observing how you and your body responded to his twisted scheme.
It was only a matter of time before the ‘spell’ took full hold. Whatever he had done, it was far worse than anything you’d endured up to this point.
Your skin felt prickly and sensitive, even your clothes felt like a burden. That sensation travelled down your body, leaving a trail of perspiration and shivers until that feeling finally settled between your legs.
You pressed your thighs together, seeking friction to scratch that itch, the growing dampness adding to the irritation. Not that you had any experience, but it felt like you had downed a bottle of aphrodisiacs. You had become like an animal in heat.
He continued to watch with a smug look on his face, his plan finally coming to fruition. You wanted to bolt out of the room, far away from him, but your legs were dead weight. Besides, you could not walk the hallways in your current condition.
“Need some help?”, he offered.
Silence was denial. You bit your tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction he craved.
“Stubbornness doesn't quite suit you. I have the antidote to your problem. All you have to do is ask nicely”. Either way, he didn't mind what path you chose. It was entertaining to watch you struggle.
Antidote? There was a remedy to your problem? A problem he created!
You forced down what little pride you had left and rested your hand on his knee.
“Please…”
“Please what? Be more specific”. Oh, he was certainly testing you-- testing your patience.
“Please, give me that antidote”, you tried again.
He jumped off the table and grabbed your hand. He peeled you off the cushioned chair and kicked the rolling chair out of the way. Slowly creeping his way behind you, he placed his pointy chin onto your right shoulder.
“I thought you’d never ask”, he whispered.
This was not the antidote you expected.
He pushed you forward, your chest landed flat on the table. His hands moved around your waist, undoing your pants and lowering them as if it were the normal thing to do.
“What the hell kind of antidote is that? A suppository?” You didn't squirm. You didn't fight him. You had no willpower to do so. Whatever he had to offer, you would gladly take it just to get rid of the discomfort.
“Exactly”. His chuckle went unnoticed.
He shuffled around behind you. He took off his belt and tossed it on the desk, just barely missing your face. The sharp sound of zipper tearing its way down echoed in the room. Your instinctive reaction to that sound was to clench from below.
There was some pressure-- something hard, rounded and smooth was poking you, trying to pry open your wet folds.
“Ease up. You will choke the precious antidote before it even enters your body”. His tone was a touch softer than before— just enough to fool you into lowering your guard. And you handed over your trust, as if it held no value anymore.
You trusted him to take care of your problem.
And take care he did.
“That’s it. Open up wide and take your..…medicine”, he slammed his hips forward, rocking your world.
Your vision went white. It stunned you for a few seconds, your walls pulsating around his intruding length. He did not give you a moment of peace, no time to acclimate, hips slapping to a very calculated rhythm.
He knew your insides from the inside out.
But how? How was he hitting the sweet spots so easily without any exploration? How did he map out your insides without ever being inside?
You did not complain. You were a moaning, drooling and slippery oozing mess. The antidote was working now that you had something to clamp down on.
With your arousal building and on the verge of popping, you reached behind and placed your hand on his thigh. He didn't think much of it. His focus was on pounding the antidote of a dick inside you.
He could feel your hand creep up towards the pockets of his lab coat. He knew what you were fishing for.
You snatched the doll from his pocket and clutched it tightly. As you rested your hand back towards your head, he leaned over you, his hand settling gently on top of yours—the one gripping the doll.
“I have no use for that anymore. You are now part of me. We are contractually bound for all eternity. In this life and in the next. You will not be able to escape me so easily, my darling”, he whispered into your ear, his hips locked into you, pumping you full of thick seed while casually carrying on with his conversation.
The fact that he just dumped a hefty load inside your fertile womb didn't faze you. What alarmed you the most were his words.
They were familiar. Nostalgic.
Nonsense. That would mean you’ve met this man before—but how could you forget such an eccentric character?
It defies all scientific logic. And yet… could there be a slight chance you shared a bond with this man in a previous life?
Images of sand dunes and a giant fortress in the middle of a barren desert flashed before your eyes as you reached climax. His hand was teasing out your orgasm, vigorously rubbing your clit so you don't fall behind.
“Cum for me, my human pet. Let it all unravel…your desires, your past and your future”.
