He's Soo Silly, I Love Him Sm!

I know I'm a week early, but I was excited to write something Valentine's Day related!

TW: I was in heat when I wrote this. Mentions alcohol, lots of smut, p in v penetration, face sitting, etc...Tiny bits of a little angst at the end buuut nothing our glorious king Reigen Arataka can't fix ;)

What happens when you, a lonely single, meets your friend Reigen, another lonely single, at a bar on a Friday night that also happens to be Valentine's Day?

Valentine's Day was on a Friday this year, and you celebrated by treating yourself to a whole bottle of wine. You were only halfway through it when you felt brave enough to text your friend Reigen, the insufferable screwball you had such a massive crush on.

You kept it simple, asking what he was up to for the evening. One thing led to another, and you were forgetting all about your wine and plans for isolation, getting dolled up to meet him at the bar. You'd never even approached first base with him, but you still pulled on a sweet and seductive matching set of lingerie under your outfit, just in case! It was a day for love after all.

When you arrived he was already seated at the bar, his glass half empty and his cheeks already flushed. You sauntered up to him, plopping down at his side and ordering a glass of wine. He wore his usual crisp, gray suit and pink tie, but under the tacky pink lighting in the bar for the occasion, it made him appear a bit more roguish and artfully messy. Maybe it was the way his hair fell against his forehead, knotted from continuously running his hand through it or maybe you just had too much wine coursing through your veins, warming your body and sending you into a spiraling heat, but the mere sight of him had you clenching your thighs together. You tried not to look too excited.

"Hey," Reigen greeted. "Couldn't handle spending tonight alone, could you?" He grinned teasingly.

"I just got bored." You rolled your eyes at him playfully. "And you came."

"I did come." He chuckled gruffly. It took great effort for you to keep your composure, thinking of innuendos in your head but not daring to utter them aloud.

The bartender set your glass of wine before you, and Reigen ordered him to put it on his tab. You smirked as you tipped the glass back, taking a generous sip. You felt a swell of pride, the usually frugal man who wasn't so cheap with you. "Thank you," you breathed.

"No problem." He was trying to remain nonchalant, but his leg bounced next to yours as he downed the rest of his drink.

The two of you talked about generic things, the holiday, work, what shows you were watching, books you were reading, video games you were playing, all of the socially acceptable, boring things. All the while, his leg kept bouncing. It was distracting really.

You laid a hand on his thigh just above his knee to steady it.

Reigen gave you a puzzled look, glancing down at your hand and back up. At the tiniest hint of judgment, you were retracting your hand, cheeks warming shamefully. "Sorry. You were fidgeting," you muttered the lame excuse, nervously drinking more of your wine.

To your surprise, after you had set your glass back down, he grabbed your hand, spreading it back over his thigh, even a little higher this time.

"Can I try some of that?" He nodded towards your wine as if nothing had just happened.

"Ye - yeah." You quickly pushed the glass towards him, your mouth running dry. Now your hand felt heavy on his leg. You watched him carefully as he took a large drink from your glass before pushing it back over your way, licking his lips.

"It's good," he told you after a long moment of staring at each other. "Getting kind of empty. You want another?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe in a bit," you hummed, watching him curiously. You dragged your hand down and off his leg, grinning wickedly, your confidence returning at his encouragement. "Or I can finish it and we can go have some elsewhere?"

"I have some at home." Reigen shrugged. "Let me close my tab."

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You were delightedly surprised at how quickly your plans were falling into place. Like a gentleman, Reigen walked you inside his apartment, holding the door open for you and taking your coat and purse. Not so much like a gentleman, his lips were on yours almost instantly, forcing his tongue into your mouth as his hands on your hips held you against him.

You squeaked, a small sound of surprise that made him pull back, looking unsure of himself. "Sorry - is this okay?"

"Yes," you giggled. "I was just a little surprised at how aggressive you're being."

Worry flashed across his features, his hands dropping away from your waist. "Shit, I'm sorry," he muttered again.

"No, no." You grabbed his hands, guiding them back to where they were. "I want you to manhandle me."

A beat passed as your words processed in Reigen's mind. "Oh fuck." His hands went limp on your hips, eyes darkening and jaw going slack. "Fuck," he repeated, looking desperate now.

"Is something wrong?" You teased.

"No," he spoke just loud enough for you to hear. He watched you carefully, eyes darting about your features to search for any sign of hesitation. "You're sure you want this?"

"More than sure." You nodded. He'd see just how sure you were if he got far enough to glimpse your matching underwear.

Your head spun with your wine buzz as Reigen whisked you along to his bedroom. He fell atop his mattress with you on top, straddling his waist. He groaned pathetically while you returned your mouth to its position against his, tongues unceremoniously exploring each other. It was drunken and filthy, the way you practically drooled into his mouth. His hands shamelessly explored your body now, starting at your waist and stopping at your ass, groping and squeezing your plush skin. You shuddered as he lifted the bottom hem of your dress over the curve of your bum to fondle the bare skin, his fingers grazing your clothed pussy.

"Reigen," you gasped into his mouth.

"Yeah?" He laughed cockily. "Is something wrong?" He mocked. It was really a game of push and pull between you two. When one of you lost confidence, the other was there to do enough uplifting for the both of you. When one of you acted more desperate, the other was there to taunt and tease. You enjoyed this game with him, this balance. You liked taking turns, moment by moment, deciding who was the cat and who was the mouse.

"Please - just take it off." You didn't care how desperate you sounded, since he was the one doing the teasing now, and it was getting you even hotter. The heat swirling in your core was becoming unbearable, and you needed him to touch you.

"Oh my God," he mumbled hoarsely. "You're acting so slutty. It's so fucking hot."

"Reigen!" You whined impatiently.

"Alright, alright."

He reluctantly released your bum, taking your dress into his hands and lifting it up and over your body. You sat up to assist him in taking it off, giggling when his jaw dropped at the sight of your matching bra and panties. You reached down to begin undoing his belt, leaning over him to showcase your cleavage as you did so.

"I could cum right now," he sighed. "Did you wear that for me?" He hooked a finger under your panties before pulling back and releasing the fabric, letting it slap against your hip.

"Mhmm." You nodded, yanking his belt from his pants and tossing it aside. "You like it?"

"I love it." He continued to toy with the band of your underwear. "You're beautiful." Reigen's cheeks warmed at the compliment he gave you. The way he could be so cocky and so soft with you simultaneously was driving you mad. A straightforward businessman who was also a little dorky...it got you wet like no other man could.

You unzipped his pants, pressing a kiss to the bit of exposed skin just above the band of his boxers in thanks. He let loose a shaky breath, undoing his tie and beginning to shimmy out of his jacket and unbutton his shirt. You sat up to give him space to undress himself, helping him unbutton his top while he slowly attempted to kick his pants off. It was chaotic and clumsy, the two of you working together to hastily remove his clothing, but you giggled through it with him and didn't stop until he was left in nothing but his boxers. You took your place back on his lap, grinding down against his clothed, hardening cock. The both of you moaned in harmony at the friction.

Reigen's fingers dug into your sides, pulling you down onto him. He panted and watched in awe as you rolled your hips against his, the both of you unabashedly dry humping one another like crazed teenagers. He reconnected your lips, the noises you were making falling into each other's mouths. It was pure bliss until it wasn't, until you needed more. And somehow, without any words being spoken, Reigen knew. He was pulling away from you again with a groan, laying back against his sheets and looking up at you with a deadly serious expression.

"Take your panties off and sit on my face," he demanded.

Your eyes went wide, shocked by the blunt, lewd request. Something inside your stomach churned, making you twitch. "What?" Your face grew hot. His intense gaze made you squirm. Your head was swimming.

"You're gonna act shy now? Like you weren't just rubbing yourself against me?" He laughed meanly. "Come on." He tapped your thigh like it was simple. "Come rub yourself against my mouth instead."

Your brain was short-circuiting. He had beat you at your own game, and it was making you want to run, the balance tipped back in his favor. "I - I don't - I mean, are you sure? I've never done that before."

"First time for everything." He grinned. "Need some encouragement?" He rubbed comforting circles into your skin. You were struggling to process reality, your friend, hard as a rock beneath you, asking you to sit on his face. You took a deep breath.

"What if I like," you searched for the right words, "break your neck?"

"Then I'll die a happy man," Reigen mused.

"I'm being serious!" You pouted.

"You're not going to break my neck," he groaned in frustration. "I've got support." He patted the pillows underneath his head for extra measure.

"I'm nervous," you confessed. "Sorry, I know that's not very sexy."

"You kidding? You're still a bombshell." Reigen smiled. "You can lay down and I can eat it that way if you'd prefer?" The way he talked about eating your pussy so casually made your chest flutter. You gasped at him, throbbing against the damp fabric of his boxers.

"No." You blushed deeply. "It's okay. I can do it."

"Do what?" He raised an eyebrow. "Can I hear you say it?" He was toying with you now, making you say dirty things just for the sake of it.

"You are so-" you huffed. "I'll sit on your face."

"Good girl," he praised teasingly. "Alright, let me see then. Take them off."

You whined but obeyed, lifting up off of him to slide your panties down and off of your legs. You quickly straddled him once again, shuddering when your bare heat caught on the fabric of his boxers.

"Shit." With heavily lidded eyes, Reigen reached forward, running a finger through your folds to gather your essence. You moaned at his gentle touch, trying and failing to keep your composure as you thought of his warm tongue being pressed there instead. "Okay. Come up here," he instructed, beckoning you with the finger coated in your juices.

You reluctantly crawled up his body, stopping when you were positioned above his face. You sank down frantically, not wanting to delay the inevitable any longer, but held yourself up so as not to crush him with your full weight. Reigen hummed against you, grabbing your hips and pulling you down the rest of the way. A shockwave of pleasure racked through your torso as his tongue pressed into you, the vibrations of his groaning tickling your core. You cried out, overwhelmed already, and he had only just begun.

"Fuck!" You held onto his hair, staying still as he licked against you, his hands digging bruises into your ass and thighs. The low, guttural, breathy and slurping noises he was making beneath you had you clenching around nothing, soaking his mouth and chin. You cried and whimpered, trembling as he seemed to know just how to get you going.

Chasing your high as you got more comfortable atop of him, you slowly rolled your hips against his face. Reigen made sounds of approval, repositioning his hand placement to encourage you to keep going, to keep riding and using his face the way you needed to. It was nasty, your face flushed with the realization of how obscene it was, and the realization only made you get hotter, wetter. The coil in your lower stomach kept tightening and tightening, threatening to snap.

You pulled away from him, collapsing at his side.

"What are you doing?" He panted in disbelief, his face glistening with your slick.

"Want to cum on your cock," you mumbled drunkenly, taking off your bra. "Please, fuck me." You tossed your bra aside and spread your legs, batting your lashes up at him tiredly.

"Holy shit," Reigen gasped. He fumbled for his boxers, fighting to quickly pull them down and off his body. You shamelessly watched his hardened length spring free, impatiently spreading your legs even farther apart.

After scrambling for a condom in his nightstand and rolling one on, he crawled over you, dipping his head forward to capture your mouth in a sloppy kiss. You tasted yourself on his lips as he sunk into you, swapping moans. He pulled back to watch himself move slowly in and out of you, eyes wide and glassy. You screwed yours shut, relishing in the feeling of his thick cock stretching your walls. You opened them only when you felt his thumb press against your bundle of nerves, rubbing fast, tight circles as he slowly increased the pace of his thrusts into you.

"Reigen!" You gasped, grabbing his wrist and trying to push him away. With his free hand, he ripped your hand away, pinning it above your head.

"Thought you wanted to be manhandled?" He grunted, his composure wavering in and out as you clamped around him. "Oh my - fuck. S - so tight and warm," he whimpered into your neck as he practically collapsed over you, struggling to keep a steady rhythm on your clit and inside you.

"'S too much!" Tears were prickling in your eyes. You weren't prepared to release just yet, but it seemed you weren't getting much of a choice. You could hardly think or remember how to breathe, forced to take it as he pumped in and out of you. You were squirming beneath him, trying to relieve some of the pressure though it was no use.

"Stay still," he growled, his voice deep, carnal, and almost unlike him. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't obey, back arching and thighs trying to clamp shut to resist the force of his blows.

He was getting frustrated with your refusal to listen, tightening his grip on your wrists. He removed his thumb from you clit and pulled out of you in one quick movement, ignoring your dumbfounded expression as he flipped you over and lifted your hips, re-entering you from behind. It was painful, the way he slammed back into you, but it hurt in a way that sent an extreme wave of pleasure through your core. You were basically screaming now, falling limp underneath him, but he wouldn't allow it, wrapping an arm around your waist and another around your shoulders and neck to hold you upright as he took you from behind. He found your clit again, expertly rubbing his fingers against you while he thrusted into your ruined cunt.

You couldn't make out any coherent words, crying and whining loudly while he muttered praises in between kisses pressed to your temple. "I know, I know," Reigen cooed. "You're okay. It's okay. I've got you. You're almost there."

It didn't take much longer for either of you in this position. Reigen's thrusts were starting to become erratic, his grip on you clumsily faltering and tightening, back and forth. "I'm gonna cum," he told you in a pained tone. "You almost there, baby?"

The innocent pet name in such an indecent setting knocked the wind out of you. All you could do was nod and make a sort of sound of agreement. He was more strategic now about the way he moved, trying to get you there before him. You relaxed into him, trusting him to hold you up as you let that coil inside snap. You shuddered and trembled against him, temporarily going to another place entirely as you he chased his own high, pulling out only moments later after he was finished.

You laid beside him, the two of you panting and coming back down in unison. He gave himself a minute before he moved to clean up, discarding his condom and heading to the bathroom. Without him inside you or near you, you suddenly felt very cold. You waited for him curiously and a bit anxiously, a small bud of worry blossoming in your chest at his absence and his silence. You heard the faucet running for a few moments before he was returning, a wet cloth in his hand.

For all of his obliviousness and goofiness, Reigen was surprisingly attentive and soft, gently bringing the warm cloth in between your thighs to clear up some of the residue that was left behind. You gasped at the feeling of the fabric against your sensitive core, but allowed him to quietly and softly wipe away the remains of your encounter. It all seemed to come together in this moment, to make sense, why you had such an intense crush on this man who was supposed to be your friend.

"Thank you," you croaked tiredly when he was done.

"You need anything?" He asked you hoarsely, sounding just as exhausted as you were. "Water? A snack?"

"I'm okay," you shook your head. You wondered if you were overstaying your welcome, lingering if you weren't going to have a drink or some food. It made you more nervous and uncertain when he left to go grab something for himself. He was still your friend, no matter how much you were enjoying yourself. Your past reminded you that you needed to be realistic. You reluctantly pushed yourself up from the plush confines of his comforter, searching for your undergarments. "I should get going," you explained when he returned with a bottle of water.

Reigen's expression fell. "You're not going to stay?"

"Oh." You softened under his harsh gaze. "I don't know - I guess I just assumed you wouldn't want me to after we-"

"What kind of a guy do you think I am?" He laughed. "You're not going home at this hour by yourself. And I like to cuddle afterwards," he stilled, "unless you don't."

You giggled at him. "Yeah, I do too."

"Good!" He jumped back into bed, pulling your naked body flush against his. You laughed, blushing slightly as you comforted into his embrace. He wanted you here. Could this have been more than a one night thing?

As if reading your mind, "for what it's worth," he hesitated, "I'm really glad you texted me tonight."

"I am too." A day for love indeed.

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

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

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

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

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

"I like you."

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

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

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

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

Slowly, you nodded.

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

"Fuck."

"Fuck?" You panicked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes," you repeated.

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...okay," you agreed.

"Okay?"

"Okay." You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah." You held your breath.

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

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

"Goodnight, Shinji."

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

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

it literally just keeps getting worse :/ i'm so tired

i feel like i haven't had ANY time to indulge in any of my hobbies lately and im STARTING TO GET CRANKY !!! HMPH HMPH

stop this is kinda cute lmao

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It's true, he does always say that about the cute girls (speaking from experience)

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