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❀˖˚ ༘𐙚 Confections & Confessions

Shinji Hirako x gn!reader

Synopsis: You are the third seat of Squad 3, who just so happens to have a little crush on a certain blond captain from Squad 5. When you are reminded that his birthday is coming up, you decide—with a little push from your captain—to gift Shinji a handmade treat…

CW: sfw, set during TBTP, confessions, reader is a bit nervous and unsure of themself, Rose being #1 wingman, Shinji being Shinji at the end

WC: 4k

Notes: Happy Birthday, Shinji! 💞 I wanted to try something a little different here, and I got a little carried away with the plot. So, this came out longer than I had initially intended it to be.

Also, as an extra note! Correct me if I’m wrong, but I know birthdays weren’t really celebrated individually in Japan until after WWII—it was more of a New Year’s thing, I believe? I still tried to keep it accurate to the time, but since this is meant for Shinji’s birthday, we’ll have to suspend our disbelief a little here.

The rhythmic melody of your captain’s violin performance reaches your ears as you come up to his office to deliver a report. Just as you were about to open the door, you heard Lieutenant Iba’s yelling, cutting the music off. Chikane Iba was known for her stern demeanor and never hesitated in criticizing your captain, Rojuro ‘Rose’ Otoribashi.

Rose’s daily musical performance followed by Chikane’s verbal assault was a daily occurrence, one you had gotten used to as a member of the Third Division.

With a sigh, you prepare yourself mentally to face your lieutenant’s strict glare as you interrupt them. “I apologize for the interruption, Captain, Lieutenant. I have a report for you, sir.” You direct your attention to Rose.

“Good grief, perfect timing. Get this man to finally work on something.” The elder woman sighs sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose. With a stabbing glare, she looks over at the blond pointedly. “I expect these to be completed when I return, and so help me, if I find you wasting away with these instruments instead, I’ll have more than just a few choice words for you.”

Even though her words aren’t directed at you, you can’t help but feel a foreboding sense of dread settle deep in your gut at her threatening tone. You nod timidly as she moves past you, exiting the office and leaving a thick silence in her wake that you could cut with your zanpakutō. You much prefer the sound of your captain’s music.

“I don’t know how you can keep testing her patience like that.” You comment offhandedly as you walk further into the office, coming up to Rose’s desk as he rises from his slumped position.

“As long as she doesn’t take my precious Candice away…” He sighs with a pained shudder, moving to pick up a stack of files on top of his desk. “And, I’m still captain at the end of the day.” He starts to rifle through the pages quickly, but not quick enough for your eyes to miss the words on the front page:

Joint Training Session: Squads 3 and 5.

You ignore the way your heart skips a beat, clearing your throat to direct his attention back to you, gesturing to the report in your hand in question.

“Ah, just set it there,” he points off to the side of his cluttered desk to another stack of papers. “This takes precedence.”

“Is that so?” You question casually, trying not to show how interested you really are. 

“Yes, well, considering we have this training session tomorrow…” he trails off, signing off on something.

“Oh, right. That’s tomorrow, huh.” There’s a feigned disinterest in your tone that causes Rose to glance at you with a knowing smile.

“You’re supposed to be there too, you know.”

“Of course.”

A brief moment of silence passes after your quick response as you stare at each other, Rose’s smile growing more as you start to waver.

“Ahh! Please stop staring at me like that!” You yell at him, irritated by his expression. You know what that look means, but you don’t want to admit it.

“Come now, there’s no need to be shy about having a crush. Shinji is-“

“I don’t have a crush on him!” You snap, cutting him off with a huff and feeling your face flush with warmth. This was not a conversation you were expecting to have so early in the morning.

“Ahh, a first love. You should be embracing it! In fact, a blossoming romance is-“

“Ok, I’ll be heading out now! I’ve done my job and delivered my report, captain. I suggest you finish your work before Lieutenant Iba comes back.” You interrupt once more, not wanting to hear his whole spiel that he was going to go on about.

You hear him call out your name as you head toward the door. “Don’t be late tomorrow.”

“Right.” You sigh quietly, nervous about the day ahead and hoping that your captain wouldn’t say anything to embarrass you.

The following afternoon, you find yourself at the training grounds in the Fifth Division’s barracks, overseeing a small group of soul reapers from both Squad 3 and 5 as they train together. A few paces away, you can hear Chikane strictly direct the group in front of her, and you can’t help but feel sympathetic at the fearful looks on their faces.

To the other side, you spot Lieutenant Aizen as he politely instructs his group as they look to him in awe, blushes on their cheeks. Gin stands with him to help, the young prodigy making comments every now and then.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Rose sitting with Shinji, the two of them chatting as they sip on tea. Your group was closest to where they were, so you could faintly make out what they were saying as you stepped back to watch the soul reapers train in front of you.

“I’m tellin’ ya Rose, ya gotta be more sneaky with lazin’ around.” You hear Shinji express, your heart fluttering at the sound of his drawling voice. It had been a few days since you last saw him, and just the sound of him talking is enough to make you giddy with excitement.

“And how many times must I say that I’m not lazing around like you?”

“Sure, sure.” Shinji’s honey eyes meet yours, causing your gaze to flick away out of habit. 

Since when had you been staring at him? You hadn’t even noticed. The anxiety at having been caught staring has your heart racing, but you have to admit to yourself that it wasn’t just being noticed that had you feeling that way. The image of Shinji lounging in his seat stays in your mind; his long and glossy hair shimmering in the sunlight as it sways in the gentle spring breeze, an easy-going expression gracing his handsome features. You feel your cheeks warming, mentally kicking yourself to pull it together—you’re working, after all!

“That reminds me, though,” Rose’s gentle voice rings, his next few words catching your attention. “Your birthday is coming up next week, right?”

That's right! Shinji’s birthday was in just a few days. It had slipped your mind, what with work and all. You had wanted to do something for him, but you weren't quite sure what to do.

“Hm? Yeah, it is.”

“Do you have any plans?” Rose asks curiously, taking a sip from his steaming cup.

“Not really… Maybe I’ll just go out after work for some drinks. Like last year.” Shinji responds in a contemplative manner, tilting his head over at the other blond and reminding him of a shared memory they had.

“Hm, yeah, that was nice. That sake the bar owner offered you was delicious, wasn’t it?”

“It was, now I can’t wait…” Shinji sighs, clearly wanting another taste of the drink.

“So you’re not doing anything during the day, then?” Rose asks after a short pause, quite suspiciously, in your opinion.

“No? As if Sōsuke’ll let me!” Shinji says with a scowl, shooting a glare over at said lieutenant.

“When has that ever stopped you?” Rose deadpans.

Shinji ignores him, continuing on. “Why?”

“Oh, no reason.” Rose glances in your direction, that knowing smile back on his lips. You pretend to ignore him, but he knows you heard. Shinji's perceptive eyes follow his line of sight to you, but before he can question Rose again, clearly not buying what he said, Rose changes the subject.

You can feel Shinji's lingering gaze on your back as you try your hardest to ignore it. You let out the breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding when you heard him get drawn into the conversation with Rose.

You get lost in your thoughts again. You wished to go out with them to the bar, but you know better. It’s not like you could just show up uninvited, and even if you could, you’d feel way too awkward trying to join in. Maybe you could just slip a gift onto his desk at some point during the day? Yeah, you think that sounds like a good idea. But now you’re not sure what you should get him.

As you ponder and try to brainstorm, you hear someone politely call your name. When you glance up, you find one of the soul reapers in your training group looking at you with a concerned expression on his face.

“Oh! Sorry about that, I got lost in thought,” you laugh sheepishly, “Nice work, everyone! Let’s move on to the next exercise.”

Any remaining thoughts of gifts get pushed to the back of your head as you focus back on the training session in front of you. You can think about all that later tonight.

After spending the whole night agonizing over it, you find yourself in front of Rose in his office, desperate for help. You never thought you’d be asking him something like this, as your nerves eat away at your insides.

“What do you need?” He questions, saying your name, a curious look in his eyes as he watches you nervously fiddle with your fingers.

Fidgeting in your spot, you mumble out a reply, “I don’t know what to get him.”

“Get what for whom?” Your sharp eyes glare at him while he laughs heartily.

“I’m just kidding. I, for one, am proud that you are working up the courage to confess your feelings.”

“Woah! I never said anything about confessing!” You blush, trying to push the nerve-wracking thought away. That’s an entire hurdle you are not ready for—even if the idea is sort of exhilarating. “I just want to get him something nice, at the very least.”

Rose thinks it over for a second before offering, “How about you make him some namagashi like nerikiri? I know he enjoys having them on special occasions, especially when Ukitake invites us all over to that specialty tea shop he frequents.”

You consider it, but you’ve never made the traditional dessert before, let alone watched someone make it. So you find yourself a bit hesitant at the idea.

“Plus, if it came from you, I’m sure Shinji would be over the moon.”

You squint at him, trying to read his expression, but you can’t really tell what he meant by that. Or, it's more like you refuse to indulge in the idea that Shinji might like you like that. You don’t want to get your hopes up over nothing. So, you cast his latter statement aside as just flattery before focusing on the idea he brought up.

“I don’t know… I’ve never made anything like that before. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“I have a friend who owns a confectionery shop over in the food district. I can introduce you if you’d like.” He offers nicely with a patient smile.

You chew over his offer; if this friend of his could help you out, you think it’s not such a bad idea after all. At the end of the day, you trust Rose’s opinion, not only as your captain but as a friend.

“Ok. If you could, that would be great.”

“Perfect! We can swing by after work. I don’t want Chikane admonishing either of us for skipping the day.” He sighs heavily, and you nod in agreement.

After Rose had introduced you to his friend, you would stop by the confectionery shop every day after work to practice making the namagashi. You spent many hours agonizing away to create a perfectly designed and tasty sweet. The shopkeeper, a kind elderly gentleman, had even given you a premium tea blend to pair with the dessert after seeing how hard you had worked on it.

Today was the 10th of May, Shinji’s birthday, and you had just finished making the delicate sweet mere moments ago as you rushed to the Squad 5 barracks. The shopkeeper had drilled into you the fact that the soft dessert should ideally be eaten immediately, so you had practiced for this by estimating the shortest time it would take to get from one place to another. You had timed it perfectly so that you could place the gift on Shinji’s desk right before he came back with Aizen after a meeting that Rose had told you about. Your captain had kindly turned a blind eye and let you skip out on work to get his done.

Having made it to your destination in under five minutes, you do your best to sneak into the fifth’s barracks, moving quickly to the captain’s office and making sure not to jostle the neatly wrapped gift in your hands. You come face to face with the doors leading to said office and wait a moment, making sure no one is inside before inching your way into the quaint room.

Your nerves are getting to you, but before you can change your mind, you muster all of your courage and quickly move to Shinji’s desk to gently place the present down.

It’s like a weight has lifted off your shoulders when you release the bundle from your hands, all the tension from the past week washing away. You find yourself relieved to finally have achieved what you had practiced so hard on and planned to do.

Now that you’ve accomplished what you came to do, you take a moment to look around the room. While you had been there plenty of times before for work and the times Shinji had drawn you into conversation, you had never taken a moment to have a close look at the place before.

You know you shouldn’t, but something pulls at you to take a look at the shelves in the room. You find a simple comb next to a few bottles that look like they are filled with creams and oils for hair. You can’t help but smile softly and chuckle a bit at that; no wonder Shinji’s hair looks so luscious all the time. He's definitely the type to pay special attention and take care of it so well.

Suddenly, a deep voice breaks your quiet musing. “It looks like you have a visitor, Captain Hirako.”

With a start, you look behind you in alarm, spotting Aizen by the door. The color drains from your face and with dread you realize that you’ve been caught and have no escape out of this, knowing Shinji isn’t far behind.

“Huh? Who is it?” Shinji comes around the corner, his long hair and captain’s haori swaying behind him. His eyes land on your frozen form as the curiosity in them turns to surprise. It quickly shifts, though, to an amused expression as he stares at you. You look like a mouse caught between a cat and a wall.

“Oh? What do we have here? Rose sent ya for somethin’?” Comes Shinji’s immediate response, a playful tone slinking into his voice.

“Um, no, not quite.” You stammer out, mind trying to keep up with everything happening.

“It appears the third seat has brought a gift for you,” Aizen interjects, drawing attention over to Shinji’s desk, where the delicately wrapped nerikiri lay.

You can’t help but cast a quick glare Aizen’s way. Now you really don’t have an out for this.

“Oh? Ya got somethin’ for little ol’ me? How sweet of ya!” Shinji drawls as he saunters over to his desk to pick up the bundle. You feel your face heat up, embarrassed and flustered from the situation and his teasing tone. 

A beat of silence passes as you rack your brain, trying to come up with something to say. However, before you can decide on what, Shinji speaks once more.

“Hey Sōsuke. Didn’t ya mention you have to go pick up some stuff from Squad 1?”

“It was paperwork, not just ‘some stuff’, captain. But yes, I did.”

“Why don’tcha go along and do that now, then?”

“Captain, I think-“

“Go on now,” Shinji shoos him away. You stand awkwardly off to the side during the whole interaction, unsure of what to do.

Aizen sighs deeply before replying with a brief, “Yes, captain,” and with a nod of his head, the lieutenant leaves the room.

Now you’re left with Shinji. Alone. Having to explain your way out of this, casually, so that you don’t make a fool of yourself. Ugh, what are you going to do? This was not part of the plan! Why would Aizen draw attention to the gift, and why would you let yourself get distracted when you knew you hadn’t had much time?

Shinji breaks your thoughts as you chastise yourself. “So yer my secret admirer.”

“Huh?”

“I’m just messin’ with ya.” He assures with a chuckle, the teasing lilt in his voice never leaving as he takes hold of the wrapped gift sitting neatly on his desk.

You can hear your heart beating in your ears as he starts to unwrap the artfully tied cloth. “Let's see, what did ya get me?”

When he finally unravels the wrapping to reveal your handmade nerikiri, the wide grin he wears falters, morphing into a pleasant surprise. He stares at it for a few more seconds, noticing the rough edges on the soft treat before asking you, “Did ya make these yerself?”

“I did,” you answer nervously. “I made them in the shape of a daffodil,” you pause, hesitating before saying, “they remind me of you.”

You look away, feeling shy, but you end up missing the blush creeping up his neck and to his cheeks as he looks away as well, his hair hiding his face from you.

“That so…?” 

An awkward few seconds pass by before he straightens up, a wide and charming grin tugging on his lips as he glances back at you. “Well then, sweet pea, I’ll savor every last bite!”

Warmth rushes to your already flushed face at his use of the pet name as you try to respond. The butterflies fluttering away in your stomach don’t let up even as you watch him go to brew the tea that you had included with the treat. “Uh, I hope it’s to your liking.” 

“These’re great! So I’m sure I will, especially if they’re made by yer sweet hands, darlin'.” He flashes an attractive smirk your way.

He makes his way back over, two cups in his hand as he passes one over to you, gesturing for you to sit with him. He picks up the colorful sweet and takes a bite, letting out a delighted, “mmm,” before taking a sip of tea.

“It’s really good. Thanks, doll.”

“I’m glad you like it! Happy Birthday, Shinji.”

“Thanks,” he smiles brightly. However, you notice it drops slightly as it looks like he mulls something over. “Y’know? Wasn’t expectin’ fer ya to do somethin’ for me.” He gazes into your eyes, a perceptive look in his warm browns. “Why?”

“Well, I guess I got the little push that I needed, and I… guess I also wanted to…” You trail off, getting lost in his eyes as a sudden urge to tell him how you truly feel overwhelms you.

“You wanted to…?” He coaxes in a low tone, voice dropping to a hush.

“I wanted to tell you…”

Should you say it now? Should you tell him your feelings for him? That your eyes look for him in crowded rooms, that you look forward to the days when you get to work with his squad, in the chance that you can get a glimpse of? That you long to be near him, that you long to be with him at the end of the day.

You draw a deep breath, steeling yourself.

“I wanted to say that I like you. More than you could ever know.”

There’s a pause, the air thick with anticipation as you hold your breath, waiting to hear his response.

“Really? Say it again,” he whispers quietly.

“Wha-,” you stammer, but the genuine expression he wears has you repeating yourself, more confidently this time. “I said I like you.”

“Again.”

“I like you.”

“Again.” Ok, now he was just teasing you, a mischievous, cunning grin tugging on his features as he asks you again and again.

“Come on, that’s enough, don’t you think?” You pout, feeling all too flustered. Was he making fun of you? No, he wasn’t, you know better than that. Sure, he loved to make fun of Hiyori and tease those around him, but it was always in good fun, even if it didn’t always look that way with the freckled lieutenant. He would never want to intentionally hurt anyone he cared about; you knew that much from watching him for so long. It was one of his qualities that attracted you in the first place.

“You could say it a million times, and I don’t think I’d ever have enough. I wanna hear ya say it every damn day.”

Your heart flutters at his honest admission. “Don’t you think you’d get tired of hearing it that often?”

“I’d never get tired of hearin’ ya say that you like me! Would ya get tired of hearin’ me say it?” He retorts, questioning you in return.

You tilt your head curiously. Hold on, did you miss something? “I don’t recall hearing you say that you like me, though.”

A beat passes as he stares back at you before sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “Oh, that’s my bad, darlin’. I got all caught up in the moment that I forgot to say my piece.”

Shinji’s goofy grin drops as a more serious air surfaces around him. He faces you in earnest, placing a lithe hand on yours. 

“I like you too, y’know. Have for a while now,” he leans in closer to you, the crisp scent of his cologne invading your senses and drawing you closer to him. “Ya just made me the happiest man in the world right now.” He grins again, but it’s softer now, more tender as he confesses his feelings for you.

Your chest swells with a pleasant warmth, a sense of relief washing over you. The butterflies fluttering about inside you, not dancing out of nervousness now but from true joy.

“Really?” You ask quietly.

“Mhm,” he’s just a hairsbreadth away from you as he leans in closer, eyes flicking to your lips.

“Then say it again,” you whisper, his eyes flashing back to yours, a mirth glimmering in them before he chuckles lightly. 

“I like ya,” and just when his lips were about to press to yours, nearby chatter from outside his office causes you to pull back.

You clear your throat, “I should be heading back now.” You stand, dusting off your shihakushō. Shinji follows you, doing the same, albeit with a disgruntled look, clearly upset at having missed the chance to kiss you. 

“Headin’ back so soon?” He sighs, missing the way you chuckle quietly to yourself at his irritated grumbling.

“Yeah, well, lunch is already almost over, and it would be kind of awkward to have to explain everything to Lieutenant Aizen when he comes back. So...”

At the mention of his good-natured lieutenant, Shinji groans, tossing his head to the side. “Ugh, yer right.” He stares off into the distance for a second but before you can question him on it he’s speaking again.

“Thanks for all this.” He gestures to the empty box you had used for the nerikiri. “This is the best birthday present I could ever ask for.”

“I’m glad,” you smile sweetly. “Well, I hope you have fun with the others later tonight.”

“What’re ya sayin’?” He gives you a confused look, “Yer comin’ too!”

“Are you sure?”

”'Course I am, silly, otherwise I wouldn’t have said it!” He exclaims, making it clear that he wanted you there with him.

"Well then, I look forward to it!"

“Yer gonna make my birthday night even more special,” he voices suggestively, a teasing smirk quirking on his lips. "Plus, I want the other part of my gift." His eyes flicker down to your lips.

You’re so glad you ended up confessing, you think as you blush at his insinuation. You just know you aren’t going to hear the end of it when Rose finds out, telling you he was right.

Tagging @darthwhorecrux, Shinji wants you to make his night 😉

me when Shinji came out in that bunny costume

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Flipped Velvet

Shinji Hirako x fem!reader

CW: MDNI, nsfw, smut, dom!Shinji, costume kink, dry humping, manhandling, doggystyle, spanking, slight breeding kink, creampie

WC: 2,450

Notes: The idea for this came to me the other month out of the blue, and I figured what better time to post this than Easter weekend! I had intended on Shinji being more of a switch in this, but he clearly had other plans lolll 🙃 Happy Easter to those who celebrate! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

Shinji wasn’t quite sure how he ended up in this situation. When he had first laid eyes on the skimpy little costume in the magazine he got from Lisa, he knew immediately that he had to buy it for you. Images of you pinned beneath him, a panting and whimpering mess as the outfit became more and more disheveled from his movements making his cock twitch in his pants.

When he showed you the garment, he had expected you to be a little hesitant at first. That cute, flustered look he loved so much gracing your features as you tried to deny wearing the outfit, only to give in at the end. What he hadn’t expected, however, was for you to flip the script on him.

You had turned it into a game; whoever lost had to wear the outfit. He had taken you up on the challenge. With a smug smirk plastered on his face and cocky that he wouldn’t lose, he declared, “Ya sure, doll? I won’t go easy on ya.” You had stared him head-on, not backing down, a mischievous quirk playing on your lips.

Shinji wasn’t used to situations being turned upside down on him. Usually, he was the one to flip everyone’s world on its head. So to say he was surprised when you had won was quite an understatement. It had completely taken him by surprise, flooring him as you pushed him into the bathroom with the costume in hand and a cheeky grin.

Shinji blinks hard as he stares at his reflection in the mirror, hands on his hips as he angles himself this way and that to get a better view, eyeing how his thin body fits in the outfit he had purchased for you. The sheer fishnets slinking up his legs, black latex hugging his skin tight, a white collar tied with a bow wrapped around his neck. The cherry on top was the pair of black velvety bunny ears resting atop his sunny locks.

That’s right. He bought a skimpy bunny costume. For you to wear. And you had somehow turned it against him.

“Shinji~!” You call out to him. “Are you done yet, babe?”

With a sigh, he gives one final look at his reflection before stepping out of the bathroom, black heels clicking with his footsteps. 

When you lay your eyes on him, your gaze immediately hones in on the bulge barely contained by the thin cloth at the crotch of the suit. This was exactly what you had wanted, your mouth watering at the sight.

He clears his throat awkwardly. Your eyes flick back up to his, and you note the light pink that flushes his cheeks, making the clumsy expression he wears all the more amusing.

“Look at you! See? I knew you’d look way better in it than me.”

Shinji returns the cheeky smile you give him with an unimpressed look, raising an eyebrow at you. “Yeah, no. I mean, 'course I rock any outfit I wear," he poses, confident demeanor returning, "yer supposed to be the one wearin’ this.”

“But a deals a deal, though, right?” You tilt your head innocently at him.

He twitches at the playful tone in your voice as you tease him, pulse spiking from hidden anticipation. While he still prefers for you to be wearing the scanty garment, he can’t deny the small part of him that’s enjoying the way your eyes hungrily wander over his body and the teasing tone in your voice.

“Come on, you look so cute!” You coo, reaching for the ears on his head and pretending to pet them. “You make such a cute bunny.”

He’s reached his limit, though; the taunting words drifting from your soft lips, voice like honey, nimble fingers dancing across his skin as you feel more of the outfit. He’s snapping, hands on you within seconds as he grabs your wrists and pushes you back, pinning you against the wall.

“And how about now, hm? Still think I’m cute?” His voice drawls lowly in your ear as his lips ghost against your neck, causing shivers to prick along your skin. The sudden surprise from his forcefulness fades quickly, giving way to arousal in its place.

You swallow thickly before responding. “Yeah, the ears look cute on you…” Your heart is hammering in your chest as his breath traces your skin. The grip on your wrists tightens a fraction as his gaze flicks over to you, eyes peeking from underneath his bangs. The sultry swirls darkening his usual warm browns have you biting your lip in anticipation.

“Yeah? Even when I do this?”

His lips finally press to yours. It’s the kind of kiss that has your knees going weak, his tongue snaking into your mouth, leaving you dizzy and breathless. You’re thankful for the strong grip he has on you otherwise, you’d be melting to the floor, putty in his hands.

Shinji’s free hand moves from its grip on your chin to roam along the curve of your body, and he’s reminded once again of the fact that you aren't in the skimpy ensemble he's currently donning. With a grunt, he presses his hips against yours, grinding into you.

“Yeah…” you trail off with a gasp, trying to answer his question and not succumb to the pleasure. Something about him dressed in the bunny outfit has you wanting to keep on teasing him, the red flushing his skin an addictive look on him. You reach around and give the little puffball of a tail sitting on his flat ass a squeeze. “And so's this.”

He jumps slightly, surprised by your touch, eyes widening as he stares at the pleased glimmer reflecting in your eyes.

“Oh? So ya wanna play it that way, huh?” A dark look passes over his features that has your heart racing with excitement as his grip tightens on you. “Well, sorry to burst yer bubble, sweet cheeks, but this ain’t how it’s goin’ down tonight.”

He pulls away from you, quick like a rabbit, and tugging on your wrists, pulling you onto the bed. You only have a second to process before his lips are crashing to yours, more urgently and headily this time. You moan into his mouth when he bites at your lip, slipping his tongue inside. His hand roams under your shirt, leaving tingling goosebumps in its wake as it runs across your skin. Deft hands quickly undo the clasp of your bra, pulling your shirt off of you and immediately moving to grope your breasts and play with your nipples.

You’re breathless once his lips part from yours. He nips at your neck, leaving little marks that have you gasping before he places soothing kisses over the spots. Even when he’s being rougher with you, he still shows his sweet side by making sure you’re not in any real pain. He’d never want to actually hurt you.

"Look how cute you look all marked up like this." There's a mocking tone in his voice, reminding you that he's still pressed about the outfit swap.

Slowly, Shinji starts to grind his hips against yours. His barely contained bulge presses oh so nicely against your clothed core. He groans lowly against your throat from the friction, the latex suit a tight restraint on his hard erection. His tongue licks up your throat, the smooth metal from his piercing gliding against your skin as it applies pressure to the aching marks he leaves.

With his grasp no longer pinning your wrists up, you’re free to run your hands along his shoulders. Your fingers lock in his hair when he applies more pressure with his hips, biting at your neck harder when you tug gently on the silky blond locks. Your hands come into contact with velvet, knocking the material off accidentally. Distantly, you realize it was the ears, but your mind is elsewhere, the pleasure from his humping and nips turning your mind delirious as he moves lower and lower, giving your chest similar attention.

"Ahh, screw this!"

Shinji suddenly pulls away briefly to tug the one piece off, the tight latex becoming unbearable the more aroused he gets. He’s left in just the fishnets as he kicks off his heels, the thin material stretching around his hard-on. You can see precum oozing from his tip and you want nothing more than to suck him into your mouth, but he doesn’t let you flip the script on him again. He can see the look in your eye, knowing by now your little tells when you want to suck him off. As much as he'd love to feel the wet heat of your mouth as you wrap your lips around his dick, he has other ideas. So before you can even twitch a muscle, he’s pressing you back into the bed.

“Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast, gorgeous. You get to have a treat by seein’ me all dolled up like this, but what about me, huh?”

“But it was a deal,” you whine, trying to pull away from the clasp he has on your hands, but he just presses them deeper into the bed. “I won the game, fair and square.”

“Hm, yer right,” he leans in to kiss your cheek, “but I still want my treat.”

He moves, rolling you onto your stomach, his warm hands sliding down your back before arching your hips up and giving your ass a spank. You yelp from the sudden sting, slick pooling and dripping from your pussy as the slight pain gives way to pleasure.

Shinji groans, watching the way your ass jiggles each time his hand comes down on your cheeks. His already achingly stiff cock grows even harder as your moans reach his ears.

“My naughty girl... Enjoyin’ this are ya?” Another spank, and when he sees your empty hole clenching on nothing, he can’t hold it in anymore.

He’s ripping the fishnets off, fisting his cock in his hand and sighing as he slides it briefly through your slick folds before slowly sinking into your wet heat. He groans loudly, relishing in the way you squeeze him tight. The warmth from your walls almost does him in right then and there, but he holds it off.

His grip on your hips tightens as he hunches over you, readying himself to start thrusting. When he stays still though, you whine, wiggling your ass back into him to get him to start moving.

“Impatient little thing, huh? Let me savor it a bit…” He hisses teasingly, hand spanking your ass again.

He’s feeling impatient too, though, and so he quickly starts a steady pace, hips rolling back before slamming into your drooling cunt. You both share a groan, relishing the way his thick cock fills your needy heat again and again.

Shinji bites his lip, running a hand through his hair and down his neck, only now realizing he still has the collared bow tie on. His hand yanks it off with a grunt, freeing his sweaty neck from its binding.

The angle he has you in has him hitting you deep. You're seeing stars every time the head of his cock nudges that particularly good spot inside you. Shinji hones in on it, purposefully hitting the spot with each thrust, his balls hitting your clit each time his pelvis meets yours.

"That feel good, doll? Yeah? Oh fuck, that does feel good," he gasps, driving into your raised hips harder.

Your orgasm builds and builds from the steady pounding and the added friction on your sweet spot until it’s spilling over and you’re cumming on his cock. Shinji continues rutting into you, prolonging your orgasm, your cum slipping out and dripping down your thighs with each roll of his hips.

“Did’ya cum, baby?” His hands caress your hips soothingly for a moment before his grip tightens. “I’m not done yet, though.” His drawling voice teases and with one fell swoop, you find yourself on your back, his cock easing back into your sensitive core.

“Think you’ve got another in ya?”

And with that, he’s pumping into you again, folding you over so that your thighs are by your shoulders, pressing you into the cushioned bed underneath. His hips roll into you at a pace that leaves you dazed, moans squeaking past your lips. Trying to ground yourself, your arms find purchase on his bare shoulders, grip tightening as his thrusts bring you close to another climax.

Shinji pulls back to watch you, still keeping his rhythm. “Look at how good yer takin’ me, sweetheart.” He croons, watching your belly bulge with each press of his hips into yours. The thought of his load cumming into you bare and filling you up making his dick twitch inside you.

“Gonna fill ya up with cum till yer all knocked up, yeah?” His voice is shaky from his impending release.

“Please, cum inside me!” You gasp, urging him on with sweet moans.

His face latches onto your neck, kissing and nipping as he grunts, your wet heat spurring him on. His thrusts become unsteady as he reaches his peak and with a few more, he cums deep inside you, filling you up as ropes of white flood your walls.

After a brief moment and with a contented sigh, he pulls his softening length out of you. Shinji can’t stop the sly grin that slowly forms on his face as he takes you in; hair a mess, bite marks and hickeys lining your neck, pussy leaking your combined juices. He’d never tire of the sight of you like this.

He leans down to place an affectionate kiss on your lips, laying down next to you and pulling you to his chest.

“I wasn’t too rough on ya, darlin’?” His eyes roam over your form, checking to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere, rubbing soothing circles on your sore butt.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” You burrow into him more, swinging a leg over his, not caring at all that you're smearing sticky fluids onto him. You figure you both are going to go bathe after this anyway.

Shinji hums in response, distractedly running his hands up and down your back, savoring your warmth.

Looking off to the side, his eyes spot the discarded bunny ears, a reminder of how you both ended up this way. Picking them up, he turns to you. “Still think I looked cute in these?”

“If I say yes, are we going for another round?”

He flashes a smirk before rolling on top of you.

“Wanna find out?” And he’s kissing you once more, the two of you going at it like rabbits long into the night.

࿐ ࿔* :･ﾟFinding Comfort ࿐ ࿔* :･ﾟ

Shinji Hirako x reader

CW: mentions of feeling ignored and excluded, hurt/comfort, established relationship, gender-neutral reader

WC: 840

Notes: So, when I said I wasn't going to post anything this month I guess that was a lie 🙃. I wrote this the other night to get a weight off my chest and figured I'd post it here in the hopes that anyone who needs it can find comfort from this as well! 😌💕

When Shinji saw your shoes discarded in the entryway he didn’t think anything was out of the ordinary. It wasn’t until he noticed all the lights turned off in your shared home, that alarm bells started ringing in his head. It was unlike you to be home with the lights turned off. At the very least, you’d usually have a lamp turned on to provide some form of dim lightning. For there to be no light at all was slightly concerning.

Shinji called out your name in a questioning tone but frowned when the only response he got was silence. Worried that you might be feeling unwell or that something happened to you, Shinji quickly moved through the home and to your bedroom. Along the way, he tried to dispel the anxiety building in his gut, telling himself that maybe you were just taking a nap and hadn’t heard him.

As he neared the bedroom, though, Shinji heard muffled sniffles through the door which had him immediately swinging it open. He found you sitting in the dark, curled up on the bed, dried tears marring your beautiful face. The sight alone had his heart clenching, the thought that you were hurting all by yourself unnerving him. 

“Sweetheart?” He urgently placed a hand on your form as he sat next to you on the bed. “What’s the matter? Are ya hurt anywhere?”

“I’m fine,” you sniffled, “it’s nothing.” You curled in on yourself more, trying to hide away from him. You knew the second you looked at the concern on his face, you wouldn’t be able to hold on anymore and the floodgates would open.

“It’s clearly not nothin’,” Shinji muttered quietly as he watched you cave smaller and smaller around yourself. His heartstrings tugged even more, wanting to comfort you and protect you from everything in the world that could ever make you feel distressed.

“Hey, look at me, doll.” He gently cupped your face so that you were looking at him. Just like you predicted, the deeply etched look of concern on his face had fresh tears springing to your eyes but you still tried your damndest to hold them back. You were so, so exhausted from crying.

“Talk to me. Do I gotta go pull rank on someone?” He joked, trying to pull you back from the faraway look forming on your face as you became lost in your thoughts.

You huffed out a small, warbled laugh. That had him smiling, relieved that he could bring a laugh out of you even if just for a moment. 

“No, it’s fine... I'm ok.”

He gave you a pointed and skeptical look, expression silently saying ‘Really?’ And so you sighed, deciding to just tell him what happened so that you could move past it.

“I just kind of felt left out today when I was hanging out with some friends.” You paused as you recalled what happened earlier in the day, what was said. Your chest tightened at the memory, a few more teardrops rolling down your cheeks. “They were making plans without me and talking as if I wasn’t even there…”

“I’m sorry darlin’. That's really shitty.” Shinji frowned, thumbs wiping away the tears. A fiery anger erupted in his chest at the thought of what you went through and he wanted nothing more than to confront those jerks and tell them to go shove it. He takes a deep breath, though, stemming his anger. First, he had to comfort his dear babydoll.

Shinji placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. “Some ‘friends’ they are. Ya know, those idiots don’t know what they're missin’ out on.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend,” you whisper dejectedly, the negative thoughts in your mind clouding over his consoling words.

He gave you an offended look. “No, I’m sayin’ it ‘cuz it’s true!”

You still didn’t look all that convinced, so he continued. “Yer an amazin’ person! Kind, funny, smart, full of life and light. What’s there not to like about ya? And not to mention, yer great in bed too. Though, that last one no one else should know about. That’s only fer me to know.” He grinned, and you couldn’t help but smile at his silly expression.

“Seriously, If they don’t wanna take the time to get to know ya better, then it’s their loss! I say yer better off without ‘em. And besides,” he continued, patting your head, “you’ve got other people who care about ya and wanna be with ya. Me included, obviously.”

Shinji pulled you to his chest, enveloping you in a warm and soothing hug. Though the sting from the earlier encounter was still there slightly, you felt a sense of reassurance and relief wash over you from the solace he provided as he held you tight.

“Thank you.” You pressed into him, appreciating his warmth and comfort. He kissed the side of your head in acknowledgment, squeezing tighter.

“You sure ya don’t want me to go pull rank on ‘em?”

You chuckled, “I’m sure.”