#bleach imagines

You wore it to the division that morning and watched his reaction from the corner of your eye as you walked beside him through the main hall. Officers glanced at your throat and then immediately away, a few of them going red.

Byakuya's pace never changed, but when you passed Lieutenant Abarai, who noticed and choked on his tea, Byakuya's hand found the small of your back and stayed there.

"You're enjoying this," you murmured, keeping your eyes forward.

"I have no idea what you're referring to..." he said, his thumb tracing one slow proprietary circle against your spine.

At his office door, with three officers still in full view, he paused and adjusted the collar of your kosode, not to cover the mark but to frame it better, his fingertips lingering against the bruise.

"This suits you," he said, quiet enough that only you could hear. "I may need to be less careful in the future."

You exhaled. "Why do I get the feeling you're not joking when you say that?"

His mouth barely shifted, but his eyes said everything. Then he turned and walked into his office like he hadn't just branded you in front of his entire division.

Renji Abarai

You woke with three of them this time, a trail down the side of your neck like Renji had been mapping a path with his mouth, which was essentially what had happened.

You were standing in front of the mirror taking note of the damage when he appeared behind you, chin hooking over your shoulder, and whistled at his own handiwork.

"Damn," he said, sounding deeply impressed with himself. "The bottom one kinda looks like a butterfly."

You jabbed your elbow back into his ribs. "It does not."

He laughed and wrapped both arms around your middle, pulling your back against his chest, swaying you side to side like you were slow-dancing in the bathroom.

You reached for a scarf and his hand intercepted it, tossing it onto the futon behind you. "Nope. Absolutely not." He turned you around by the hips and examined your neck with the critical eye of an artist reviewing a canvas. "You're not covering those up. I worked hard on those."

You crossed your arms. "I have to report to the Eighth Division today, Renji. Captain Kyoraku is going to have a field day."

His grin only got bigger. "Good. Great. Perfect, actually. Tell him I said hello."

He pressed one more deliberate kiss right at the base of your throat, sucking lightly just long enough to deepen what was already there, then pulled back and admired the result.

"There. Now you're ready."

He caught your expression in the mirror which was half mortified, half grinning, and pressed his face into the crook of your neck, laughing against your skin. "You love it. Don't even try to front with me right now. You love it."

You bit your lip to keep from smiling. "You're the worst person I've ever met."

"Well, that hasn't made you get rid of me yet," he said, kissing the butterfly one more time.

Later that afternoon, an officer at the Eighth squinted at your neck and asked if you'd gotten hurt during training. Before you could answer, Renji--who just happened to be dropping off paperwork, called back over his shoulder without breaking stride, "That's my handiwork, actually!"

You were going to kill him.

Jushiro Ukitake

He found the mark before you did. You were lying with your head on his chest, half asleep in the late morning light, when his fingers drifted along your throat and paused.

"Oh," he said, very quietly, and something in his voice made you open your eyes.

He was staring at the curve of your neck, his thumb resting just beside a bruise that was already deepening in color. You reached up to touch it and he caught your hand, bringing it to his lips instead.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I'd been so--"

You cut him off. "Jushiro, don't you dare apologize."

He looked at you, surprised and you held his gaze. "I like it. I like that it's there."

His thumb traced the edge of the mark and his eyes went half-lidded in a way that told you the apology had been more reflex than regret.

Later that day you brought him tea wearing your usual kosode. You hadn't gone out of your way to show the mark off, but you hadn't hidden it either, and the neckline sat just low enough that when you leaned forward, there it was.

Kiyone spotted it first. A sharp inhale, then a hard elbow to Sentaro's ribs, followed by the crash of a dropped report stack.

"Captain Ukitake," Kiyone whispered, although not remotely quietly enough. "He looks like he's feeling better, don't you think?"

Sentaro caught on and broke into a grin. "Much better. His energy must really be coming back."

Kiyone clasped her hands together, eyes shining, and turned to you. "You're so good for him. Truly."

You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing. Ukitake's hand found yours under the tea tray, squeezing once.

"They're going to tell the entire division," he murmured, cheeks faintly pink.

"Probably," you said, making no effort to adjust your collar. "That okay with you?"

He looked at the mark, then at you, and his fingers came up to trace the edge of it.

"More than okay," he said quietly. "I just hope they don't overdo crediting you with my recovery."

You laughed, but from across the room, Kiyone wiped an actual tear. "She's saving our captain one night at a time."

Shunsui Kyoraku

Shunsui never just leave one mark. He left a constellation.

He spent half the night with his mouth on your throat, humming against your pulse, murmuring things that made your toes curl, and by morning you looked like you'd lost a fight with a very affectionate octopus.

You were examining them in the mirror when he appeared in the doorway, still half-dressed, hat absent, hair loose around his shoulders. He leaned against the frame and took a long, appreciative look.

"Now that," he said, "is a beautiful sight."

You turned and raised an eyebrow. "Shunsui, there's like eight of them."

"Eleven," he corrected, crossing the room and tilting your chin to inspect the tinier ones. "You miscounted the little ones."

You wrapped a bandage around your neck before heading to the Eighth Division, layering it carefully enough that it looked like a training injury rather than a night spent underneath your captain. It worked, mostly. A few officers gave you concerned glances while Nanao studied you over her glasses but said nothing.

Then midafternoon, Shunsui appeared beside your desk with a look of theatrical concern. "That dressing looks like it needs changing. Come on, let me take a look."

You stared at him. "It's fine."

"It could get infected," he said, absolutely shameless, already steering you by the elbow toward his office.

The door closed and he unwound the bandage slowly, each layer peeling away while his eyes stayed on your throat. The marks had deepened inro rich vivid blooms of violet and burgundy trailing from below your ear to your collarbone.

"Oh~" he breathed, tilting your head with one finger to trace the darkest one with his thumb. "These got prettier."

You swallowed. "The whole office thinks I'm injured."

He grinned, rewinding the bandage with infuriating tenderness, his knuckles brushing your skin with every pass. "Good, then I'll get to change your dressing again tomorrow."

He tucked the end in and kissed you right above the edge of it. "A thorough recovery takes time, sweetheart. Let's not rush it."

Kenpachi Zaraki

He didn't even realize he did it until you winced when your collar rubbed against your neck the next morning.

Kenpachi wasn't a man who kept track of the finer details of what his mouth did, he just knew that at some point last night he had his teeth on your throat and you grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, so he kept going.

Now you were sitting on the edge of the futon pressing your fingers to the spot gingerly, and he leaned over to look at it with the same casual interest he'd give a new scar after a good fight.

"Huh," he said. "That's a big one."

You shot him a look. "That's all you have to say?"

He shrugged, grinning. "Looks good on you."

You didn't bother covering it. There was no point, really, you'd learned early on that being with Kenpachi meant abandoning any pretense of subtlety about anything.

So you walked through the Eleventh Division with the mark on full display, a dark angry bruise just above your collarbone, and watched the reactions ripple out like a shockwave. Officers stared, then immediately looked away. A few of the younger ones went red. Yumichika raised one perfect eyebrow and said nothing, which meant he was saving his commentary for later.

Then Kenpachi fell into step beside you, and you watched him clock the way every single person in the corridor glanced at your neck and then at him.

His hand landed on the back of your neck, heavy and possessive, his thumb resting directly on the bruise.

You hissed. "Ow--Fuck--That's tender, you know."

"Yeah," he said, not moving his hand. "I know."

He steered you through the barracks like that, his palm covering the mark like he was signing his name over it, and when Ikkaku opened his mouth to comment, Kenpachi stared at him until he closed it.

"You could be a little less obvious," you muttered.

He looked down at you, thumb still pressing into the bruise just enough to make your breath catch. "Why?"

Ikkaku Madarame

The mark wasn't subtle. He left it right on the front of your throat, dead center, like he had been trying to make a point.

You discovered it in the morning when you caught your reflection in the blade of his zanpakutō, which was propped against the wall, and let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a laugh.

"Ikkaku."

He was doing push-ups on the floor behind you, shirtless and completely unbothered. "Yeah?"

You pointed at your throat. He looked up, looked at the mark, and his face split into a grin. "Nice."

"Nice?" You grabbed a scarf from the shelf and wound it around your neck before he could stop you. He watched from the floor, mid push-up, frowning.

"That's rude. You know that, right?"

You ignored him and tucked the ends in neatly, checking your reflection. Gone. Completely hidden. You felt his arms wrap around you from behind, his chin dropping onto your shoulder.

"You're really gonna do me like that?"

"I have dignity, Ikkaku."

"Overrated."

You made it all the way to training with the scarf intact, feeling pretty good about yourself, until Yumichika appeared at your side, looked at your neck, and tilted his head like a bird examining something mildly offensive.

"That scarf doesn't match your uniform," he said bluntly. "Take it off."

Your hand flew to your throat. "I'm cold today."

"It is not cold today. It is the middle of summer. Take it off or I will, because looking at that color combination is causing me physical pain."

You tightened the scarf and Yumichika reached over just as quickly and tugged one end loose with a single elegant pull, and the whole thing unraveled, and there it was. Dark and obvious.

Yumichika stared at it for exactly two seconds. Then he turned toward the training yard where Ikkaku was stretching and called out, "You are an animal and I am embarrassed to know you."

Ikkaku looked up, saw your bare neck, and pumped his fist in the air. "LET'S GO."

You buried your face in your hands. "I hate both of you."

Yumichika patted your shoulder. "The mark is ugly dear. He could have at least placed it somewhere aesthetic... You can cover it back up now."

From across the yard, Ikkaku shouted, "DON'T YOU DARE."

Yumichika Ayasegawa

The mark sat in the curve where your neck met your shoulder, placed exactly where the neckline of your kosode would frame it if you wore the one he liked.

You traced it with your fingers that morning and actually smiled before catching yourself.

Then you put on your high-collared kosode anyway, because walking around the Eleventh Division with a hickey felt like announcing something you weren't ready for. When you stepped out, Yumichika was waiting. His eyes went to your collar immediately and his mouth thinned.

"No," he said. Just that.

"No what?"

"That collar. You're not wearing that." He crossed to you and tugged the fabric down to expose the mark, studying it.

"I put that there on purpose. The angle, the placement, the way it sits against your skin tone. That is my best work and you covered it with the most unflattering neckline you own."

You felt your face heat. "Yumichika, it's a hickey, not a gallery piece."

"Everything I do is beautiful dear." He was already pulling out the kosode with the lower neckline. "Change. Now."

When you emerged wearing it, he cupped your jaw and tilted your head, his thumb grazing the bruise.

"There~ Now you look like someone who belongs to me."

He walked beside you through the division with his hand resting on the exact spot, fingers splayed to frame it. When Ikkaku squinted at your neck and opened his mouth, Yumichika didn't glance at him.

"Say one word and I'll tell everyone about that little kendo tornament in the world of the living."

Ikkaku's mouth snapped shut. You bit back a laugh.

"You're terrifying."

"Thank you," he said, and pressed his lips to your temple.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi

The mark Mayuri had left was not something you wanted to explain to Twelfth Division members who already looked at you with a mixture of confusion and pity for willingly sharing a bed with their captain.

You wrapped a bandage around your throat and practiced your "training accident" excuse in the mirror three times.

You'd nearly made it through the entire morning, before Mayuri summoned you to the lab.

He was bent over a microscope when you entered and didn't look up for thirty seconds. When he did, his golden eyes went straight to the bandage.

"What is that."

You touched your throat. "I hurt myself during--"

"You did not hurt yourself during anything. Remove it."

You unwound the bandage slowly and the mark came into view. It was vivid, almost chemical-looking and high on the side of your throat where his mouth had been last night.

He crossed to you, gripping your chin and turning your head. "Excellent pigmentation. The capillary disruption is more extensive than I estimated."

You stared at him. "You're not serious. This was part of an experiment?!"

"I am always serious. This is a perfect record of applied pressure and vascular response and you attempted to hide it under gauze like a common injury."

He pulled a small jar from his coat and you flinched.

"What is that?"

"A fixative. It will prevent the mark from fading for approximately seventy-two additional hours."

Your mouth fell open. "Mayuri, I am not letting you preserve a hickey like a lab sample."

"You are, because I have already applied it." His thumb had swiped across the bruise while holding your chin, and the skin tingled faintly.

You looked at him in disbelief. He looked back with zero remorse.

"You are mine. The data should reflect that. You may leave the bandage here. You will not be needing it."

Shuhei Hisagi

He was mortified at first. You watched it happen in real time--his eyes landing on the mark, his face cycling through recognition, pride, and immediate guilt in about two seconds.

"I'm sorry," he said, already reaching for your neck like he could rub it away. "I got carried away, I should've been more careful."

You caught his hand and kissed his knuckles. "Shuhei. Breathe. I bruise easy and I didn't stop you, which means I didn't want you to stop."

The guilt faded slowly, replaced by something cautious and searching as he studied the mark, a dark uneven bloom right below your jaw.

Your uniform covered it perfectly. High collar, no problems, and you made it through the entire day without a single incident. You honestly forgotten about it by evening, which was your mistake, because your evenings were spent drinking with Rangiku.

You were three cups in, warm and loose, and you tugged your collar open to cool down without thinking twice and Rangiku's eyes locked onto your neck like a heat-seeking missile.

You didn't even get a full breath in before she grabbed your chin, tilted your head, and announced to the entire table, "Oh my god!!!~ Hisagi marked you up girl!!!"

The bar went quiet. Kira choked on his drink. Ikkaku slammed his cup down and howled. You slapped her hand away, face on fire.

"Rangiku, I swear to--"

"Just look at it! That's not even subtle, someone was making a statement last night!~" She was beaming, absolutely delighted, already turning to find Hisagi in the crowd.

He was three seats down, frozen with his cup halfway to his mouth, the flush spreading so far past the 69 tattoo it looked like his whole face might combust.

"Hisagi!" Rangiku called, raising her cup. "I didn't know you had it in you!"

He set his drink down very carefully, stood up, walked over to you, and put his hand on the back of your neck. His voice was strained but steady.

"We're leaving."

You grabbed your cup and downed the rest. "Yep. Great idea."

Rangiku's laughter followed you both out the door, and halfway down the street you felt his grip loosen and heard him start laughing too, quiet and helpless, his forehead dropping against the top of your head.

"We're never going to hear the end of that."

You laced your fingers through his. "Nope. Never."

Izuru Kira

You woke up to the feeling of something cool and adhesive being pressed gently to your throat. Your eyes opened to find Izuru leaning over you, brow furrowed in concentration, carefully smoothing a bandage over the side of your neck.

There was a bruise underneath, you could feel the tenderness, and from the look on his face Izuru been awake long enough to find it, agonize over it, and devise a solution before you even stirred.

"Izuru," you murmured, voice thick with sleep. "What are you doing?"

He pressed the edge down with his thumb, not meeting your eyes. "It's visible. I don't want people to look at you differently because of something I did."

Your chest ached at his words and you reached up and covered his hand where it rested against the bandage, pressing his palm flat to your throat.

"Thank you," you said, and meant it.

He finally looked at you, surprised, like he'd been bracing for you to be upset with him. "You're not mad?"

"Mad? Izuru, you woke up before me just to make sure nobody would give me a hard time today. That's…" You squeezed his hand. "Was really thoughtful of you."

The tension in his shoulders released all at once and he exhaled. You pulled him down and kissed his cheek, then the corner of his mouth.

"You're a good man, you know that?"

His ears went pink. "I just didn't want anyone to--"

"I know. That's why it means so much."

You touched the edge of the bandage and smiled. "Keep being you, okay? I'll wear your little patch job with pride."

A quiet laugh escaped him and he pressed his lips to your forehead.

"I'll apply the next one better," he said. "That one folded a bit while I was putting it on."

Shinji:

Once your hand connects with his ass, he def looks back at you with a sly smirk on his face and a certain gleam in his eyes.

Shinji lowkey likes it and has no problem admitting that to you.

Honestly, he might ask you to do it again with such a serious tone that makes you laugh until your face hurts.

I'm sorry, he's just a dork you know?

Shinji, of course needs to get his lick back, so he'll wait a few days until you're off your guard.

"Now, if you didn't think I was going to get your naughty ass back, you were wrong," Shinji whispers into your ear, lips brushing along your earlobe, before raising his hand and well...you know the rest ;)

Rose:

You quietly follow behind him and make your move, a loud slap sound echoing throughout your shared room.

Rose stops in his tracks and glances at you from behind his shoulder, blonde hair gently swaying.

At first, he's got a dead pan on his face before his lips start to curl up into a grin and he breaks out into a loud rumbly, chuckle.

"You're funny, y/n," he comments, eyes crinkling at the sides as he grabs onto your arm, pulling you into his arms and squeezing you.

Rose loves the little loving, playful moments with you and would never complain about a tiny smack.

Jushiro:

Once Jushiro realizes that you just slapped his ass, it takes his mind a minute to react.

His eyes are wide and he turns around, his white hair following behind him with a fluid motion.

Then his eyes crinkle at the sides and he lets out the cutest fit of laughter your ears have ever heard.

The happiness on this man's face is indescribable as you watch with a smile on your face.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in closer, the sides of your bodies pressing together as he moves slyly.

"You're cute, y/n," he hums out, snaking his other arm around your backside and giving your butt a gentle smack and squeeze.

You let out a huff of amusement and shake your head.

Kenpachi:

I feel sorry for you bc slapping this man's ass is a bad decision.

He slowly turns towards you, fists clench and smoke practically hissing out of his ears.

You gulp, starting to sink in fear and regret of your decision.

Kenpachi moves fast, grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back and pressing you up against a wall.

You let out a yelp as Kenpachi's hard hand meets your ass and it stings a bit.

"You're lucky I like you, woman," he growls out, refraining from smacking your ass again and harder, although he's totally tempted to.

Shunsui:

He's got a smirk on his face when your hand connects to his ass and he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, before biting it.

"Y/n, my little flower petal. Do you need something?" he cocks an eyebrow, the smirk never disappearing off his face.

"Nope," you reply with a sly smile on your face.

He hums and slowly walks over to you, arms snaking around your waist and pulling you to his chest.

Your fingers play with the dark hairs on his chest and his dark eyes are filled with playfulness.

Shunsui huffs out and reaches out, giving your ass a playful squeeze and winking at you.

That damn crafty smirk never leaves his face as he takes in the moment and enjoys it to the fullest extent, hoping you smack his ass again one day.

Byakuya:

You bite down on your bottom lip in excitement as Byakuya rounds the corner and leap, hand smacking his ass.

A scoff falls from Byakuya's lips as he quickly turns around, glaring at you harshly.

You gulp, knowing that this maybe was not the best decision to play a light joke on Byakuya.

The silence fills the room before Byakuya grabs onto your wrist and yanks you towards him.

You let out a sound of surprise as you're suddenly bent over Byakuya's knee and he delivers a rough, but playfully smack to your bottom.

Your jaw drops open and Byakuya wears a smirk on his face.

Luckily, for Byakuya, since you are bent over his knee, you cannot see the happy expression across his face.

He pulls you back up onto your feet, wearing his usual stoic expression.

"We shall not speak of this manner again," he clear his throat, before leaving the room and you behind shocked.

Mayuri:

Luckily when you smack Mayuri's ass, he comes to the realization that he likes you just enough to not turn you into one of his experiments.

He'll let out a cackle that sends a chill down your spine as he turns around and faces you.

Mayuri honestly liked it, but not enough for you to do often.

"Really, y/n?" his voice is mischievous and sinister as he closes in the distance between the two of you.

He'll grab your jaw and lift your face up towards him. (please clench your cheeks at this moment, who knows what is going to happen)

"Sorry," you shrug your shoulders, batting your eyelashes at him with innocence.

He chuckles and shakes his head, impure thoughts clouding his mind.

Finding no luck there, you went to Rose for help, but he reminded you that he was going to a concert for one of the bands he loved tonight and was too busy getting ready for it. You didn’t even bother going to Kensei, he would have just brushed you off, telling you that he was too busy and had to prep for dinner—he was on cooking duty too.

So now here you are, making your way over to the man you had been hoping you wouldn’t have to ask for help in the first place. Part of you felt awkward asking Shinji, but another, deeper part of your soul secretly hoped that he would agree to go with you, saving you from the situation you were in.

You’re still nervous to ask him, though. Maybe you don’t have to tell him the full reason why you want him to go with you right now? Yeah, you could just leave out a few pieces of key information; he’d find out later anyway. Future you could deal with it then.

“Hey, Shinji?”

“Huh?” He mumbles, glancing up from the fashion magazine he was casually flipping through.

“You busy right now?”

He raises a curious eyebrow at you, immediately sensing something is off. Damn him and his perceptive eyes.

“Not really. What’s up, doll?”

“Oh, nothing really. Just wanted to see if you’d like to head into town with me?” You question casually, purposely leaving out the real reason why you're asking him. “Gotta run some errands.”

His thin eyebrow raises even higher as he stares at you skeptically for a long second. He’s, of course, a little suspicious as he watches the way you fidget in your spot under his heavy stare. You also usually run your errands on your own most of the time. He’s learned that over the many years all of you Visored have lived together now. So you asking him to go with you was a bit out of character on your part, but he figures if you're asking him, there must be a reason, so he decides to go along with you.

“Sure. I was plannin’ on headin’ to the vinyl shop anyway.” He replies as he starts to rise from his spot on the couch.

“Perfect! We’ll be in that area anyway, so that works out.” You smile brightly, relieved that he didn’t pry and that he agreed to go with you. The two of you make your way out of the warehouse, letting the others know you’ll be gone for a bit.

As you make your way to the station, you try to make sure that your nervousness doesn’t bleed into your conversation with Shinji. Deep down, you knew that it would all work out in the end. You trusted Shinji would play along, but it still didn’t help ease the intensity of your beating heart.

You just hope this doesn’t end horribly.

When you make it into town, you lead Shinji in the direction of the store you want to go to. The closer you get, the more Shinji notices your eyes darting around, scanning the sea of people around you.

It almost looks like you’re looking for someone? No. He knows that look. It looks like you're keeping an eye out, making sure that you’re one step ahead of whoever it was that you had on your mind.

He’s about to question you on it if you're sensing something he's not that he should be concerned about, but before he can, he feels you straighten at his side. Your arms suddenly loop around his as you stick close to his form.

He's momentarily startled by your close proximity, not expecting it. “Wh-what’re ya doin’!?” He stammers, feeling a flush of warmth forming on the back of his neck.

“Please, just play along.” You plead quietly, looking up at him urgently. His heart clenches at the sight, but he doesn’t have time to respond as an aggravating voice cuts from behind.

“Hey, pretty thing. Wanna take me up on my offer from the other day and go grab a drink? I’ll show you a real nice time.” 

Shinji sharply glances back to the man who spoke, his expression darkening when he sees the sleazy look in the asshole's eyes. The way the man so openly ogles you, eyes roaming along your body without a care for how uncomfortable it makes you as you tense at Shinji's side, has the Visored man clenching his fists; he's about ready to swing at this guy.

“Oh, I’ll be passing on that. My boyfriend and I have plans.” You state matter-of-factly, arms tightening their hold on Shinji as you emphasize that he’s your companion.

This explains everything, Shinji thought. Why you were nervous earlier, all of your fidgeting, when you asked him to just play along. If that’s what you want, he’ll deliver. He’d do anything to protect you from this piece of shit.

“Boyfriend? Doncha mean fiancé, babydoll?” Shinji swings his arm out of your grasp, wrapping it around your shoulders and pulling you to him tightly, giving you a wide and toothy smirk. The air around him is the embodiment of confidence, as he boldly makes it known that you are his girl.

You’re stunned, momentarily getting lost in Shinji’s suave movements and the way his eyes pierce deep into your soul. You’re shaken out of it, though, when his gaze cuts to the crummy man still hanging around, glaring daggers at him.

“She doesn’t need a scumbag like you to show her a good time.” Shinji’s eyes narrow at the man menacingly, a cold look dulling his eyes. “If I catch ya ‘round her again, yer gonna regret it.”

The man is left sputtering awkwardly as Shinji pulls you away back in the direction of the shops you had been heading to.

Your heart is pounding, not only from the whole encounter with the man who had been badgering you for the past few weeks, but also from Shinji. You can feel the anger radiating off of him, and it makes you anxious to say a word.

Swallowing thickly, you open your mouth to say something, but Shinji beats you to it.

“How long has this guy been botherin’ ya?” He questions quietly, eyes keeping forward as he slowly guides you away from the throng of people around you both to a more secluded area.

You chew your lip nervously before replying with a sigh. “A while.”

“Ya should’ve said somethin’ sooner! What if he hurt ya?” He asserts angrily, an edge of worry creeping into his voice. His arm tightens its hold around you as his mind ventures to a dark place.

“True, but he didn’t, and that’s why I asked for help today!”

“Still, there’s no tellin’ with a creep like that! The second he started botherin’ ya, you should’ve come to me, or the rest of us!” He sighs deeply in frustration, scratching the back of his head roughly.

“I know… I know, I’m sorry.”

He sighs again harshly, frustrated, not at you but at the situation. He doesn’t know what he would’ve done if you had gotten hurt. Images from years ago flashed in his mind, of you crying in an open field, falling to the ground with the others, the hollowfication process consuming you.

He can hear his hollow stirring deep down, trying to whisper and manipulate him into believing that he couldn't protect you. Again. That he should be the one in control.

Shinji takes a deep breath, steeling himself. He'd be damned if he let his hollow take over for a reason like that in a place like this. He's better than that.

You knew Shinji would be upset, but not to this extent. The thought of him worrying about you makes you happy, it really does, but seeing him frustrated like this makes you hurt for him. You can tell he's beating himself up over it, the look on his face reminding you of when he had been coming to terms with Aizen's betrayal. You don’t want him to be angry like this any longer.

Wanting to lighten the mood, you try to change the subject and get back on track. “Hey, look! The record shop is right around the corner. Let’s just go there, ok?”

He doesn’t say a word, just starts to walk in that direction while still stewing in his thoughts. Well, at least he’s still alright with going shopping. What else could you do to brighten his mood after… all of that?

“Oh, yeah! So I’m your fiancé now, huh? Don’t see a pretty ring on this hand though?” You joke around after recalling what he said to play along with you. You wiggle your fingers to emphasize the point as you show him your ring hand.

He just stares blankly at your hand for a second, before his gaze slips to your face, eyeing the cheeky smile teasing on your lips exasperatedly. 

“You’ll get one eventually,” is all he says without batting an eyelash as you make it to the entrance of the record shop, pushing his way inside. Well, at least he had quips to throw at you; you’ll take what you can get.

“Ok, mister grumpy pants.” You whisper under your breath before following him inside. You hope he’ll find a vinyl he likes that will brighten his mood.

Once inside, you spot the clerk behind the counter and watch as he greets Shinji, who just gives a passing, “Hey,” before walking further into the store. The clerk turns to you with his eyebrows raised in question, and you sigh with a shake of your head. Shinji was a regular here, so of course, the clerk could tell something was off.

“Hey, we’ve got some new ones in those crates over there. I think you’ll like ‘em!” The clerk, sensing your plight, calls out to Shinji. You give the man a grateful smile over the counter, and he just gives you a thumbs up in return as you head over to Shinji’s side.

“Let’s go take a look!” You hold onto his arm and tug him in the direction of the aforementioned crates. You can feel from his body language that he’s still tense, but he lets you lead him anyway.

You start sorting through the crate. “Oh, this one looks interesting!” You pull a random album out and glance over at Shinji, who has just been watching you this whole time. “Let's go listen to it!”

With that, you drag him over to the listening area and gently place the vinyl on the player, grabbing the headset and placing one of the speakers over your ear. Shinji leans close to you to place the opposite one over his ear, listening to the song with you.

You wait a few seconds as you listen, your body swaying slightly with the melody before joking, “Ooh, I like it! It sounds jazzy!”

Shinji glances down at you. The wide smile you wear brightening your features as you wink at him has him relaxing before he even realizes it, a smile of his own tugging on his lips as he huffs out a laugh.

“Idiot, of course, it sounds jazzy. It’s jazz!”

Your grin widens in relief as you notice the shift in his demeanor. You're thankful that you were finally able to pull him out of his brooding.

Turning back to the player, you start to sway again to the music, Shinji focusing on it—and you—bobbing along at your side.

You spend the next few hours shopping. Shinji had purchased a couple of vinyls from the shop, while you got some of the things you had intended on getting from a few of the stores nearby.

The atmosphere between the two of you had lightened significantly. You could no longer feel Shinji’s anger radiating off of him in waves. He was now more relaxed, cracking jokes about random things throughout your shopping spree as you laughed along with him.

By the time you two finished, the remaining embers of sunlight had faded away, hidden behind dark, swirling grey clouds signaling that a storm was brewing. You both decide to call it a day and head to the station to try to beat the oncoming rain.

As you make your way to the station, shopping bags in hand, you notice it’s more crowded than usual as the rain starts to pick up. You push your way through the flock of people, noticing an announcement echoing, informing everyone of train cancellations and delays because of the ongoing storm.

“Well, that’s not good…” You say offhandedly, trying to figure out the alternate routes and calculate the times.

“Tell me about it.” Shinji scoffs, eyes scanning the area and mind whirring to figure out a solution. He decides it’s not worth the wait, and you trail after him towards the taxi line, only to find it backed up as well.

“Who knows when the storm is going to end?” You groan. The humidity from the rain is already starting to make you feel icky and uncomfortable, a restlessness settling in your gut. “What should we do?”

Shinji mulls over a few different options in his head. He notices the way you fidget uncomfortably as you fan your face from the wet heat in the air. To be honest, he’s also not a fan of the thick humidity from the rain, and he’d much rather be indoors enjoying a nice, comforting meal.

“Let's just find a place to hunker down and wait. We can grab a bite to eat too, sound good?”

At the thought of food, your stomach lets out a loud rumble. Heat rises to your face when Shinji starts to laugh.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” He grins widely, teeth on full display in a mischievous manner. Whenever he wears that expression, it always has a flustered feeling wash over you, your heart skipping a beat; right now is no exception. Coupled with the low sound of his laughter, well, it has you feeling other things too, an ache forming deep in your core. You feel embarrassed by the feeling; he’s your friend. You shouldn’t be feeling that way about him.

You chew on your lip as more risqué thoughts cloud your mind. You’ve always found him attractive, even way back when you all were in the Soul Society. Part of you had a feeling that he knew you did, and that’s why he’d always tease you, flirting with you even. You’d flirt back, playing along with him, but that’s it. Neither of you ever crossed the lines, even all these years later.

You’re brought back from your thoughts when Shinji stops in front of a building. It looks like a hotel… but wait. Is that…?

“Is this a love hotel?”

“Yup. It’s probably the only place that’s not booked already.” He glances over at you from underneath one of the umbrellas he got you both from the station, a playful glint in his honey eyes, and that ever-so-sly smirk spread out on his face. “What? Can’t handle it?”

Pursing your lips, you stare at him head-on, feeling defiant. You can tell he wants to see your flustered reaction, but you won't give in this time.

“No, I can,” you say haughtily, shrugging past him and into the lobby of the hotel. You aren’t sure why, maybe it’s the weather, but you feel a rush of boldness wash over you, empowering you to be braver than you usually would. Maybe, just maybe, tonight could end differently than it usually would.

“Wait here, I’ll get us a room.” Shinji places a hand on your lower back, whispering in your ear before moving to the front counter.

The ache in you grows, your core pulsing from the brief yet intimate touch; you can still feel the warmth from his touch heating your back. It doesn’t help that the lobby is decorated with obscene furniture and paintings. Right beside you stood a vending machine full of what looked like condoms, lube, and a whole variety of other lewd items, too.

Shinji walks back up to you, whistling a light tune with a room key twirling around his forefinger. When he finds your line of sight on the vending machine, he cracks a wide smirk and opens his mouth to speak.

Before he can get out whatever dirty joke he was probably going to make, you snatch the key out of his hand and head toward the elevator.

“Yeesh, I didn’t even say anythin'.” He whistles lowly as he follows you.

“You didn’t have to, you perv.”

“C’mon, I can’t help it considerin’ where we are!”

“And whose bright idea was it to spend the night here?” You raise an eyebrow at him pointedly.

“Oh? Don’t pretend like ya don’t like it here.” He levels his head with yours, half-lidded gaze flickering from your eyes down to your lips.

With a light gasp, your heart pounds in your chest. In the dim lighting of the elevator, his eyes hold an intense glow, one you can't pinpoint an exact emotion to. Desire swirls in your abdomen as you think about what it would be like to press your lips to his, watching the emotion in his eyes shift.

The elevator dings, signaling its arrival on your floor and drawing your attention away from your thoughts and the teasing man in front of you. You rush out of the lift and head down the hall to your assigned room. You can hear Shinji following behind you as he chuckles at your flustered demeanor.

Once inside the hotel room, you drop your bags to the side, stretching out your hands and arms from holding them all day long. Glancing around, you’re kind of surprised to find the room to be fairly tame. Based on the lobby, you thought the room would be over the top, full of racy, explicit objects, and weird furniture placement. The only thing that fit that description somewhat was all of the heart-shaped decorations to match the heart-shaped bed in the center of the room. Which there was only one of…

“Really?” That's all you say when you glance over at Shinji.

He just shrugs, heading further into the room. “What? Ya wanted the subway-themed room instead?” He questions over his shoulder, raising a cheeky eyebrow.

“No,” you huff out.

“Use the bathroom first. I can order us some room service in the meantime.” Shinji offers, already browsing through the menu. “Ya in the mood fer anythin’ specific?”

“Ok, if you’re sure. And no, not really. Surprise me!” He gives you an ok symbol with his hand, smiling brightly as you make your way to the bathroom to get washed up.

Shinji sits on the edge of the bed after ordering some food, messing with his phone as he waits for you to finish your shower. He had sent a quick text to the others letting them know of the situation and to not be worried about you two for dinner. He had to roll his eyes at Hiyori’s, “Good! I get an even longer break from havin' to stare at your ugly mug, baldy!”

When you exit the bathroom, his breath catches in his throat. You’re in nothing but a simple bathrobe, skin glistening beautifully under the light, a glow surrounding you like a halo. A pleasant scent drifts over to him when you stand in front of him. He groans internally when his cock twitches in his pants.

“Your turn.”

“Right,” he mumbles distractedly, slowly rising from his seated position. Oh, this was going to be a long night, he thought with a sigh as he made his way to the shower.

Now it was your turn to wait. You chew on your bottom lip as the situation finally sinks in. Staying in a hotel room with Shinji wasn't too odd; you’ve done that before. Though to be fair, the rest of the Visored had stayed with you too, as it had been back during your days of going from one place to another. Being alone, in a love hotel, was something different. It was on an entirely different level.

To distract yourself, you scan your eyes across the room. Immediately, your eyes are drawn to the plush velvet of the bed’s heart-shaped headboard. It’s a bright, gaudy red, and you can’t help but laugh at how cliché it is because, of course, a love hotel would have a heart bed.

A voice in the back of your mind wonders if it vibrates. You ignore it, shaking your head at the silliness of it all.

Your eyes are then drawn to a small fridge that sits next to the TV console across from the bed. You know Shinji had already ordered food but the rumbling in your stomach has you curiously opening the appliance to see what snacks there might be.

Heat flushes to your face the second you open it. Various types of condoms, lubes, and sex toys line the inside shelves. You slam the door shut. Ok, so you probably should have known better. You’re in a love hotel, you remind yourself. It’s completely normal for a minifridge to be full of items like that.

Luckily, or maybe unlucky, for you there’s a knock at the door. You take a deep breath to compose yourself as best as you can before opening the door. No-one is there, the only thing standing in front of you is a cart with your room service on it.

By the time you pull it inside and set it by the bed, Shinji emerges from the bathroom wearing a similar bathrobe to yours. You try not to stare, but it’s hard not to when he looks so… stunning. He’s tied the bathrobe loosely around his thin waist, a glimpse of his bare chest peeking through the garment, his wet hair dripping onto his collarbone. Butterflies dance in your stomach at how attractive he looks.

“There somethin’ on me that I missed?” He pats his chest, looking down at himself in question.

You stammer, caught off guard by his question. When he looks at you, that teasing glint in his eye, you realize he wasn’t being serious. Just teasing you, as per usual.

“No.” You say simply with a roll of your eyes, trying to keep a neutral tone to your voice.

He just chuckles, making his way to the cart. “Great, I’m starvin’! I ordered us some kitsune udon.”

“Ooh, nice! The rain made me crave some, actually.” You say, taking the pair of chopsticks he hands over to you as you sit next to him on the bed.

“So ya were in the mood fer somethin’ specific after all, huh?” 

You can feel his deadpan expression staring at you, but you ignore him digging into your food. “Mm, it’s so good and soothing! Especially after all that rain,” you sigh delightedly, taking another bite.

Now it's Shinji's turn to roll his eyes at you, smiling all the while as he digs into the meal too.

“Mhm, that’s why I ordered it. Figured it would help calm ya down.” He slurps up some of the udon. Your heart flutters at the kind gesture.

As you eat, you notice a small, unopened box sitting plainly on the cart. You point to it curiously and ask, “What’s that?”

“Ah, that. When I ordered, the guy on the phone said they’re runnin’ a special for couples orderin’ room service, and since we were the 100th, we get a special prize.” Shinji explains.

It takes you a moment to process the explanation, but when you do, you become flustered all over again.

“You didn’t tell them that we’re not a couple?”

“Why would I? Might as well get a freebie outta this!”

“But, we’re not-, you’re not my…” You trail off, struggling to get the words out.

“Not yer boyfriend? Yer right, I’m not. I’m yer fiancé.” He says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, referencing what he said hours earlier.

With a huff of laughter, you go back to your meal, the smile on your lips growing. Sure, there’s a slight pang in your heart at the thought that he was just teasing and still playing his part from earlier in the day, but it reminds you how concerned he had been for your sake and how willing he was to play the part for you. How willing he was to go out of his way to make sure you were ok, safe, and not hurt.

When you finish your meal, you get ready for bed.

“Do ya wanna pick a side, or…?” Shinji asks awkwardly as you both stand in front of the bed. Maybe he was more nervous about this than he was letting on. You find comfort in the thought, your nerves settling down.

“I guess I’ll just take this side then.”

With the lights off, save for the dim, red LEDs lining the heart-shaped headboard that neither of you could find the switch for, you settle into bed and try to get as comfortable as you can.

The bed is big enough that you're not pressed against him, but you’re still close enough that you can feel his body heat as you turn to face away from him.

A few minute pass, though to you it felt like hours, as you lay there in silence. In the quiet of the night, your thoughts start to run and your nerves get reignited, among other things, as you feel his warm presence behind you.

Before you can process what you’re doing, you’re turning to face Shinji, whispering his name.

“Hm?” He glances at you over his shoulder, and when he sees the restless expression etched onto your features, he turns the whole way to face you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks quietly, saying your name with a concerned tone in his voice. His eyes search yours, trying to read your expression.

“I don’t know… I-,” You cut yourself short.

“Hey, it’s ok.” He places his hand gently on the side of your head to soothe you. “If ya want, I can sleep on the floor.”

“No!” You blurt desperately, hand reaching out to keep him close to you before finishing quietly, “I want you here.”

There’s a startled expression on his face, and for a few seconds, you see something akin to hope, or was it desire, in his eyes. It makes you wonder if he wants to be here with you, too. If he wants you the way you want him.

He smiles gently, rubbing light, calming circles over your temple. “Alright, I’m here.”

He shifts closer to you, eyes darting down to your lips, but he stops just short of actually pressing into you. You realize he’s leaving the final decision to you; you can tell as much by the questioning glimmer in his eyes.

You’ve waited long enough for this, you think as you push the rest of the way, pressing your lips to his softly. It’s a short but sweet kiss, your heart dancing from his gentle touch.

When Shinji pulls away checking to see if you’re ok, his breath hitches. You’re so beautiful; soft lips parted, skin glowing from the dim light, your eyes dazed with affection.

His heart swells, and before he knows it, his lips are on yours again, turning what was once a gentle kiss into something more heated, more passionate. His tongue darts out, brushing against your bottom lip before pressing against your tongue, the smooth metal of his piercing grazing against you.

He rolls you onto your back, hovering on top of you, taking a moment again to appreciate your beauty. The way his eyes glide over you has you flushing. It’s almost overwhelming, really, the way he gazes at you so intensely.

“Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He hisses before lowering his head back down to kiss you again, not giving you the opportunity to reply. You moan into the kiss as he presses against you.

He peppers kisses down your neck, reaching your collarbone and placing a few nibbles here and there before continuing on to your chest, warm breath fanning across your skin. When he reaches the collar of the robe at your cleavage, he glances up at you.

“Can I?” He asks, fingertips toying along the soft edge of the cotton.

“Yes,” you’re breathless from his touch, voice coming out in a sigh.

With your permission, he parts the robe open, slowly drawing a finger down until he reaches the knot of the belt. He places more heated kisses down your chest as he slips the bathrobe open, replacing the warmth it provides with his own body heat as he hovers over you.

You gasp as his teeth graze the plush of your chest before he bites down gently. When his eyes flicker to yours, you see that cheeky smirk of his as he repeats the action, moving lower and licking after the marks he leaves on your feverish skin.

The robe is falling off your shoulders at this point, just barely held together by the knot of the belt, your breasts exposed. Shinji seems to be enjoying the view from his position at your navel, his fingers playing with the knot, not yet releasing it, and his eyes darting across your frame as he kisses along your smooth skin.

“Are you going to make me wait?” You question, a bit frustrated. The ache in your core has grown to an unbearable level, you just want him to touch you already.

“Hm? That depends, are ya gonna be a good girl?” He purrs in that drawling voice of his.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you can feel yourself clenching, legs twitching on either side of him. He just smirks at you, patiently waiting for you to respond.

“I thought you were going to be all sweet with me,” you whine. 

Shinji chuckles, breath fanning across your skin. He presses his lips to you once more before saying, “I’ll always be sweet with ya, whenever ya want. But y’know me, right?”

Right. That’s just how he was—quick-witted, always having some sort of quip ready to fire, and a tease through and through. And you loved every second of it. The thrill you got from his teasing alone was enough to have your metaphorical panties already soaked.

“So?” He raises a thin brow at you, the sly grin he wears making him look all the more ravenous. “Are ya or not?”

“I’ll be a good girl.”

He smirks devilishly before slipping the knot loose and helping you pull the robe off, leaving you entirely bare for him. He takes a moment to appreciate you, whispering a quiet, “yer so gorgeous,” before kissing down your stomach. 

By the time he finally reaches your core, you can feel your arousal already dripping from your entrance. His hands rub your thighs gently before pushing your legs apart.

Shinji’s warm eyes glance back up at you. “You ok?”

"More than ok."

With your consent, he directs his attention back to your glistening folds, biting his lip in admiration. After what felt like ages, he takes his first lick, moaning at the taste of you.

“Y’taste so fuckin' good,” he groans, before diving back in. He takes long, stroking licks at your folds, his piercing catching on your clit deliciously. It has your legs shaking, hips rocking into his mouth for more.

He laps at you like a man who’s been starved for a hundred years. And he has because, in his mind, he’s wanted you for so long. Wanted to hold you, embrace you, mark you as his, and not just in the physical sense. He’s yearned for you for so long, but kept his distance, only ever teasing flirtatiously and never going past the line. But now that everything was out in the open, he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to make up for lost time and treat you right like he’s always wanted to.

His lips close around your sensitive clit, sucking you in, your hips jolting from the sensation. Your shaky moans are music to his ears, the sound going straight to his cock as it grows harder with each sound and shakes your body makes.

He chuckles against you, the deep vibrations shooting through your wet heat. “Y’look so cute squirmin’ around like that.”

Your hands fall to his head, finding purchase in his silky locks. When the smooth metal of his piercing rolls a particular way over your sensitive bud, you tug on his hair, moaning loudly and pushing your hips into his face to chase after the feeling. Distantly, you’re thankful to be in a love hotel, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to face the others after how loud you were being.

The delicious feeling of your nails on his scalp, scratching and tugging, urging him on, has Shinji groaning. He grinds into the bed, trying to find momentary relief for his aching cock. He presses into you further, tongue gliding through your folds, eating every last drop of you. 

He thrusts one, then two fingers into your dripping entrance, curling them. The combination of his licks on your clit and his fingers filling and stretching you have you cumming with a shout, crying out his name.

“Did my pretty girl, cum?” He coos, kissing your mound before gently letting your legs fall back down to the bed. You’re too dazed to properly respond to him, still reveling in your orgasm, mumbling an incoherent reply.

“Y’did so well, darlin’.” Shinji presses a kiss to your lips before pulling away and getting a good look at you. You look so captivating with your hair splayed out, eyes half-lidded from pleasure, arousal dripping from your glistening pussy. His dick twitches.

“Fuck. I need ya now, doll. I can’t wait any longer.” He tugs his robe off, throwing it to the side.

With him now just as bare as you, it's your turn to gaze at him. He's thin, but the lean muscles that stretch with his movement catch your eye. Smooth skin leads down to a trail of blond near the base of his erect length. He looks beautiful, like a sculpture.

“I may not be all brawn and muscle like Superman, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to work my magic.” He jokes quietly in his usual teasing drawl. Even though he’s grinning widely, there’s a crease to his brow that has you realizing he’s self-conscious. Your heart pangs at the thought; he’s beautiful to you, and you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“Who said I needed all that? I think you’re hot the way you are.” You confess, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear—it was still damp from his shower earlier. “You’re gorgeous to me.”

His eyes soften, a genuinely relieved smile softening his features. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

You lean up to give him a sweet kiss, hoping to emphasize your point. You really do love him the way he is, you always have, and you hope that even if it’s just a little, you can relieve him of that insecurity by showing him how much you want, no, need him.

 “I need you so bad right now.” You clutch his waist, pulling and drawing him to you.

“Getting impatient, are we?” There’s that smirk back, the playful air he breathes coming back in full swing.

“Oh, come on, just hurry it up already!” You whine with a pout. And to think you were just having a sweet moment with him, too. Though, honestly, you shouldn’t be surprised at how quickly he switches up.

“Alright, alright.” He huffs a laugh, quickly snatching a condom off the side table and rolling it down his length before lining himself up at your entrance. “Can’t keep my pretty girl waitin’ now, can I?”

Your heart swells at hearing him calling you his ‘pretty girl’, but before you can dwell on it, he’s pushing into you. The delicious stretch of his thick cock as he spreads you open has your eyes fluttering shut, a delighted moan leaving your lips. 

Shinji groans when his hips meet yours, and he takes a moment to savor the feel of your warm walls squeezing tight around him. He lets out a shuddering breath, trying to steady himself, hands clutching the bed underneath you tightly to give you the chance to get used to his length. When you jerk your hip into him, he knows you’re ready. 

With a flashy grin, he starts a steady pace, drawing his lithe hips back before pounding into you. Your walls flutter around him, relishing the feeling as his length fills you with each thrust of his hips.

“Shinji,” you gasp his name, wrapping your legs around his waist to draw him closer to you. “You feel so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you moan, opening your eyes to gaze at him affectionately. “I like how you make me feel.”

Shinji smiles at you gently, leaning down to kiss you. He pulls back to watch his cock as it disappears into your wet heat with each roll of his hips.

“Fuck, yer such a good girl.” He grunts, mouth on you again, his hot breath fanning against your heated skin, hips rocking into you with a fervent need. “Takin’ my cock so good.”

“Shinji!” It’s all you can do to cry out his name like a prayer as his cock fills you deep, pressing against the spot that has you seeing stars. 

“Are ya gonna cum,” he asks, saying your name so sweetly, pressing his forehead to yours, hips rolling into you at an ardent pace.

You nod eagerly, holding onto him tightly, wanting him closer, deeper. His name rolls off your tongue repeatedly when he coaxes out your orgasm with a cry. 

Your walls, tightly clamping down on him, have his pace stuttering as he nears his high. His mouth is on your neck, biting and nibbling as he grunts and moans into your skin, your hands running through his hair.

“Shinji, you’re so good to me.” You praise him, encouraging his release. “I want you to feel good too.”

 “Oh fuck.” 

The sweet sound of your breathless voice has him pounding into you harder, and with a few more whispered words of reassurance in his ear, he’s cumming, moaning, and whimpering against you.

When he pulls away, you both take a moment to look at each other. You can’t help the giggles that leave your chest, the bubbly feeling from reaching your peak making you feel like you’re on cloud nine. Your laughter is contagious, as it has Shinji giggling with you.

“You know how to show me a good time, that’s for sure.”

“Glad to hear it, doll.” He beams before going to throw the used condom away and help you clean up.

You rest your head on his chest when he lies back down, drawing random lines on his smooth skin as you listen to his steady heartbeat and the way it thumps slowly as it drops back down to a normal pace.

You’re about to let yourself drift off to sleep when your tired eyes catch onto the box that came with your food earlier sitting on the nightstand.

“Oh yeah,” you mutter quietly, drawing Shinji’s attention. “Did you ever see what was in that?”

“Hm?” He glances at the nightstand when he spots where your line of sight is directed, snatching the box off it quickly.

“Let's see…” he trails off as his hands fumble with the box in the dimmed, red lighting.

When he finally cracks it open, it takes him a second to realize what he’s looking at before he bursts into laughter.

“What? What is it? I can’t see!” You ask curiously, trying to get a better look at what's in his hands, but he’s got it closed tightly in his fist as he laughs, arm strewn across his eyes.

You pout, but find his laughter incredibly cute. It makes you want to see him like this more often.

“See? Told ya you’d be gettin’ that ring of yers.”

When he finally shows you what’s in his hand, you came face-to-face with a ring, albeit a cheaply made one. You can’t tell entirely because of the low light, but it looks like its made of a sheer plastic with a tacky heart-shaped fake gem on top.

“Will ya marry me?” He asks you cheesily.

You just laugh at how silly this all was. You just had sex with him, and now here he was jokingly proposing to you with a cheap ring that probably came from a gacha machine.

“Of course. You’re my fiancé, right?”

He shakes his head, smiling widely still as he slips the ring onto your finger. He pulls you to his chest, holding you to him tightly. You don’t have the energy to pull away, instead finding comfort in his warmth and allowing him to soothe you into a restful slumber.

“Just wait a little longer, darlin’.” He whispers quietly, but you’ve already fallen asleep. “I’ll be gettin’ ya a real one that's ten times better than this one.”