#shinji x reader

You knew walking into Shinji’s office when he was alone was a risky game, and that’s exactly why you did it in the first place. You needed your daily dose of his attention to get by, and he was happy to give it to you every time, he obviously thrived in it as well. That’s why he smirked so widely every time you poked your head through the door, and that time was no exception.

“I have some papers for you to sign, Captain.” You said softly, swaying your hips as you made your way to his desk. 

“I thought my lieutenant was supposed to bring me this stuff.” Shinji replied from his seat by the desk, eying you up and down. 

“Well, your lieutenant isn’t here.” You put the pile of papers on his desk as gently as possible. “Besides, these papers are not so important.”

“Is that why it’s you who’s bringing them?” He asked with a raised brow.

“I only have a few tasks left as your third seat, Momo is wonderful at her job.” 

You realize too late that it sounds spiteful to say it outloud, even though it doesn’t bother you at all that Momo is so good as a lieutenant. You were closer to being as messy as Shinji when it comes to work, except you had a slight sense of perfectionism in your veins that made you want things done by a certain date. Something Shinji did not have at all, and a reason Momo was necessary for her role as his second in command. 

“That sounds awfully like pettiness, sweetheart.” Shinji smiled, showing even more of his teeth, but you only rolled your eyes. 

“You know how hard it’d be to have to chase you around to make you sign some papers, Captain?” You asked with a playful edge on your voice. 

“So you only chase me around for personal matters.”

“Exactl- Wait, I do not!” You raised your voice, clearing your throat and blushing when Shinji started laughing. “I do not- When have I ever chased you?”

“You’re telling me you came in here just to give me some papers I do not even need to sign right now?”

“You can still sign them now and be done with them, you know…” You explained, trying to appear nonchalant. 

Shinji fixed his gaze on you for a long moment before he grabbed the pile of papers you had dumped on him. It was surprising he seemed to be actually reading them, and you stood in your spot, staring at him as he skimmed through the papers.

When a grin suddenly formed on his lips, you knew something wicked had popped into his mind. 

“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with this one.” Shinji said, holding the paper close to his face.

“You have to sign it.” You looked at him with skepticism. 

“Are you sure?” When you reached out to grab it and check it out yourself, he pulled it away. “You should come and see it from here.”

Oh. He was going down the risky path. 

You pondered on the idea of following his lead when you were in his office in the middle of your working day. But you did go there with the intention of getting his attention and Shinji seemed to be more than willing to give it to you, no matter that there were other people passing nearby.

Slowly walking round the desk to get to his side, you leaned down to look at the paper in his hand.

“Yeah, you have to sign at the bottom.” You said after running your eyes over it.

“Where?”

“Right here.”

As soon as you lifted your hand to point where he should sign, Shinji grabbed your wrist, yanking hard until you fell on his lap. You yelped when the seat wobbled, but he held you with a firm grip on your waist. 

“You scared me!”

“Nah, I didn’t,” Shinji sported his worst shit eating grin when he eyed you slyly. “You knew exactly what I was gonna do.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, rolling your eyes as you shifted in his lap. 

You promptly gasped when you felt his excitement through all the layers of clothing in between the two of you. 

“You have all my attention, baby doll.” Shinji purred, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing your back flush to his chest as he nuzzled your neck. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“No, I-”

“Don’t play coy with me.” He pressed a kiss to your neck, sliding one of his hands down your stomach, making your breath hitch. “Are you telling me that if I touch you right now, I won’t find you all wet and dripping for me?”

You bit your lip. It was embarrassing he had seen right through you, but you shouldn’t be so surprised. You have been together for so long, you would be upset if he acted any different. 

“Will you do something about it, then?” You incited him, turning to look at him with a teasing smile on your lips. 

“Oh, baby, you don’t even need to ask.”

With a playful smirk that mirrored yours, Shinji kissed you, nice and sweet, as he trailed his hand between your legs. You moaned into the kiss, feeling the pressure of his palm through your clothes, rubbing you just right to make you even wetter. 

With stuttering hips, you ground against his hand, finding pleasure in the friction of your clothes, simultaneously stimulating him as your ass rubbed against his crotch. 

“Fuck…” Shinji cursed, hurriedly undoing the belt of your uniform. “I wish I had more time to take care of you, doll, but someone might come any minute, y’know.”

“Then stop talking and touch me.” You said breathily, spreading your legs more once he had enough access to slip his hand inside. 

“As my lady wishes.” He replied, grinning against your shoulder once his hand sneaked inside your pants.

Time was of essence, so Shinji swiftly slid his fingers under your panties to look for your pussy. You both moaned in unison when his digits dug between your folds, easily sliding inside you with how slick you were. He moved slowly and steady, easing you in the sensation that was already so familiar with you. You reveled in it nonetheless, closing your eyes and dropping your head on his shoulder, humming and sighing in joy when he rubbed your clit with expertise. 

“Was this what you were expecting when you came in here, baby?” Shinji asked salaciously, licking the shell of your ear, making you shudder when you felt his piercing against your skin. “You wanted my fingers in your pretty pussy? Or maybe you were thinking about my tongue, making you come all over my mouth?”

A long moan rolled off your tongue at his words, making that warmth in your belly surge rapidly. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew he was good at it. His touch set your entire body alight, his lips on your neck made pleasure travel through your body, and his words never failed to make you feel like the most alluring woman that had ever graced Soul Society. Shinji did it all in full conscience, and he was happy to indulge you because he firmly believed that he was so lucky to have you all for himself. 

“You’re so gorgeous, my pretty girl.” He praised you as he trailed kisses down your neck. His voice was breathy, grunts spilling every time your hips jerked into his hand. “You should see yourself. I should fuck you in front of a mirror next time, so you can see all the pretty faces you make.”

You whimpered in response, dripping even more slick onto his fingers. Shinji groaned into your neck, pumping his digits faster and deeper, reaching that spot he was already so familiar with, the one he knew would make you melt in his arms. 

And soon enough, your legs shuddered when he pressed the tip of his fingers against that spongy spot. You moaned, loud and unashamed, rolling your hips against his hand, feeling that heat inside you starting to bubble up. Shinji groaned the more you started writhing, and you felt his cock twitching through his clothes against your backside. 

Groping your tit through the fabrics, he squeezed and dug his fingers at the same time he fingered you, pressing his thumb to your clit. Your vision soon started to get fuzzy, and you gripped the armrest to get some kind of stability as your hips moved on their own, looking for that sweet release that was just around the corner. 

“Fuck, baby, baby, baby.” Shinji grunted into your hair, hoarse and ragged as his own hips jerked into you, creating friction. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Are you gonna come for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You replied, already too far gone because it felt so good to have all the nicest spots in your body being stroked by his skilful touch. 

With a pump of his fingers and a good caress on your clit, you tipped over the edge. Your back arched, body trembling, and you would have fallen down if it wasn’t for Shinji’s firm grip on you. He coaxed your release out of you, slick dripping down his knuckles, making a mess of your clothes as you came. You could hear him spilling praises against your ear, but your moans and the sound of wet strokes invaded your mind. 

Shinji gasped and sighed, keeping his fingers buried inside your pussy as his hips snapped against you. You quivered when he took them out, giving your clit one last stroke. 

Slumping back against him, you rested your head on his shoulder as you tried to steady your breath. The nice warmth after an orgasm settled in, and you immediately turned to give his jaw a kiss. With a cheeky smile, Shinji pressed his lips to yours, humming as he slid his tongue in to roam your mouth. You accepted his affection with ease as your hand sneaked behind you to look for his erection, to return the favor. 

“Don’t.” He said, grabbing your wrist. When you looked at him quizzically, he offered you a lopsided grin. “I already came.”

You blinked, taken aback. Something about him having an orgasm while he fingered you made you feel so hot, and you felt a surge of lust and affection that made you want to make love to him right away.

But you’ll have to wait.

“I’ll have to take care of you tonight.” You batted your eyelashes, peppering kisses on his neck and jaw. 

-

A notification ding was all it took for Shinji to leap over the armrest of the couch where he'd spent the whole morning and part of the afternoon. Snatching his phone from the floor where it was charging and squinting to read the message, his expression quickly shifted.

"Can you come over, please?"

Wide eyes and a boyish grin, a breathless "Fuck yeah" escaped his mouth. He jumped to his feet, sprinting towards the bedroom in his underwear, socks sliding on the parquet like a scene straight out of a movie. Nearly falling as he reached the corner, he theatrically caught himself at the last moment, as if he meant to do that.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, you spent the day on the couch too. Clutching your phone in your hand, curled up like a shrimp, you waited for a reply. Shifting every now and then in an effort to ease the pain, 10 minutes had passed, and he hadn't even opened the message, which made you regret sending it in the first place. You abruptly cancelled your date yesterday and have been ignoring him ever since. Being on your period, you didn't want him to see you exhausted and complaining.

Luckily, the gloomy weather allowed you to cover yourself with a blanket for comfort. Work hadn't been treating you well, and lots of small things had piled up in your life in the past few weeks that needed your attention. You were constantly on the edge and spending time with him was your only fuze. You didn't want to burden him with problems so early in the relationship, the honeymoon spark was at its peak, and opening up about heavier topics felt like it could break the magic. The relationship would become too real.

As you finished staring into the void of the black TV screen, imagining all the ways he could dump you, guilt made you open the chat again, hoping there was still time to unsend your embarrassing plea for help before he sees it.

"Missed me that much already?😏" popped up on the left side of the chat as soon as you entered it. Shit, fuck, now he's gonna think you're desperate. Quick, think of something to say! Anything!

Shinji smirked as he stood on the subway platform, looking down at his phone, amused at how cool he is playing it, while already on his way to you. 15 minutes since you initially texted him and your man was looking effortlessly well put together, like he hadn't just spent the whole day moping around his apartment.

I'll show her, I'll be there before she can even blink.

Not even 2 minutes after he replied, the phone buzzed in his hand.

"I'm on my period, I really need you🥺"

He read the message just as the train rumbled into the station. Cool, casual Shinji suddenly had no chill. He opened the chat, his thumb hovering over the keyboard, heart kicking up speed in his chest.

She needs me. Not wants. Needs. The word rattled around his skull like a fire alarm.

He took a sharp step back, every nerve screaming Go. Move. Get above ground. Call a cab. Run if you have to.

But the crowd surged. A wave of tired commuters and tourists shoved past him, people flooded from behind him, someone pushed him, and then - he was on the train.

“Wait! No! No! She needs me! She needs me-” he shouted, dramatically waving his hands, no one even blinked as he tried to aggressively wedge himself towards the exit. Too late. The doors closed in front of him with a final, metallic thud.

No signal, no escape, no way to tell you he is on his way. The train jolted forward with Shinji smushed between strangers like a sardine, death grip on his phone, staring at the signal bar as if he could will it back into existence. His brain marinating in the thought of you curled up and in pain, undoubtedly bleeding to death on your kitchen floor while he was stuck playing it cool and taking the scenic route. He wished he had some kind of superhuman power to kick that damn door open.

And you’re probably thinking he’s a loser by now. Pondering if he’s even worth it.

He should’ve tried harder last night. You told him you needed space, and he respected it, barely. He sent you a few memes, tried to make you laugh, pretended everything was fine while he stress-ate fast food in front of some overly dramatic Korean cooking show because you wouldn't talk to him.

Back at your apartment, minutes felt like hours. You were pacing the room now, the panic overtaking the pain. The two check marks saying he saw the message and hasn't been online since had you rethinking every little thing you might have done wrong, along with the one big one from yesterday. Shinji didn't care anymore. He probably looked at your message once, scoffed, and threw his phone away. Do you double text? Try to fix things? That would imply telling him he means something to you. Are you ready for that?

"Hey Shinji, I'm sorry about yesterday… I understand if you're upset or busy, just text me when you can so we can talk."

Sent. You look at the message with instant regret. One check mark. By this point, you're sitting on the floor by the sofa. The single check mark doesn't turn into two. Not even delivered... Shinji is ghosting you, and it's your fault. He was such a nice guy too, but you had to ruin it by putting your walls up, didn't you?

Turning your phone off was the best decision you made. Lying on the couch again, you stare at the ceiling, defeated, trying to calm down. The window is open, and you feel a shift in the atmosphere, distant thunder, a summer storm rolling in. All the hopes you had of him coming were washing away with the light rain tapping on your window. No way he'd show up now.

You couldn't have known that at the exact moment, that same rain was soaking Shinjis hair not far from your place. Finally above ground, he feels like a man reborn, but he knows he isn't out of the woods just yet. The second his phone catches a signal, he calls.

He wanted to hear your voice. Explain what happened. But no answer.

Shit. You're disappointed in him. He wasn't there when you needed him. He chose to play it cool.

Upset? Busy? None of that. He sends a message now, completely ignoring your previous assumptions.

"Babe, I'll be there soon! And I know it's August, but would you like some warm soup?"

Shinji doesn't wait for an answer, he's already made up his mind. He's rushing down the street, wet bangs clinging to his forhead. People with umbrellas step aside without realizing why, as if they can feel his urgency before they even look up and meet his eyes.

But this wasn't just about the soup. As comforting and warm as it might be for you, to him, it meant more. A "thank you for finally needing me" symbol, a way to say "I can do what you ask, before you even ask it".

The wind picked up, the rain coming down harder now, soaking through the thin fabric of his shirt as he stepped off the curb, but he barely noticed. His hand clenched tighter around the bag with soup, holding onto it like it could protect him from the doubt creeping in on him.

What if yesterday's date being cancelled was a sign? What if you've lost feelings for him? What if you changed your mind? What if you didn’t want him there anymore? He shook the thoughts off like water from his hair. No. He was coming, he'll make it right.

By the time he reached your building, his clothes clung to him, shoes squeaking as he climbed the stairs two at a time. He paused at your door, his heart racing louder than the thunder outside.

He didn’t knock at first. He just stood there for a moment. He didn't know what to expect. Gathering the words he was about to say, Shinji was afraid he'd scare you off if he spoke his mind this soon in the relationship.

Then, finally, a soft knock. But no answer from you.

With hesitation, Shinji slowly turned the handle, hoping you'd left it open for him, that you still wanted him there.

Everything was quiet. No lights, just the soft blue-gray glow of the storm outside. The smell of summer rain and faint traces of your perfume. His soaked shoes leaving prints on the floor before being taken off. Slowly, he stepped into the living room.

There you were. Asleep. Curled up on the couch with a blanket halfway over you, lips slightly parted, the light of the storm painting your cheeks.

And there was Shinji. Standing by the door, scared that even the softest breath he took would wake you up. Hair wet, bag of soup in one hand, and everything he wanted to say in the other.

Then, as if you felt him there, you slowly opened your eyes.

All the anxiety, stress and uncertainty you both felt disappeared in an instant as your eyes met his. Finally. Finally.

"Hi, Shinji" you shift. Your elbows dipping into the soft couch for support as you look up with a relieved expression and sleepy smile on your face.

"Hey baby" he melts. Tense shoulders relaxing almost instantly, head slightly tilted and eyebrows raised in awe. Like a golden retriever seeing his favourite person, completely undone by how much he missed you.

He took a step forward and dropped to his knees next to the couch, resting his head near your waist to look up at your puffy face with the biggest grin.

The bag of soup lay forgotten on the floor while you cup his pink cheeks and pull him into a soft kiss. The storm outside grew louder as his cold lips meet your warm ones.

You lie back, and he leans into you, neither of you daring to break the connection. The tips of his wet hair brush your cheeks, like a curtain around you both, hiding you from the rest of the world. He exhales slowly, his forehead resting against yours, and it’s the kind of silence that says I missed you louder than words ever could.

You let your fingers trail through the damp hair at the back of his neck, pulling him just a little closer—until there’s no room left between you but warm breaths and heartbeats.

Neither of you rushes it. Time seems to have stopped. No words are needed. Everything you were both aching to say is felt instead.

When he finally pulls back, his half-lidded eyes linger on you, like he’s trying to memorize you.

And when he realizes the weight of the moment, what he wants to say, his mind races to find anything else. Anything but I love you.

“…Soup?” he offers instead, voice barely above a whisper, already reaching for the bag the moment he says it.

You snort softly, brushing a strand of wet hair from his forehead. "Maybe in a bit.”

He nods and shifts behind you on the couch. You let him pull you into him, your body curling instinctively to fit under his arm. His nose presses into your hair, breathing you in.

A minute passes, then two. Outside, the storm picks up, wind rushing louder now, thunder low and constant in the distance.

His hand finds your lower belly, slow and shy at first. His fingers trace the aching spot once, then settle, warm and steady. You inhale, and the warmth of his hand sinks into your skin, easing the tension in a way nothing else had all day.

Then, he starts moving his thumb in slow, rhythmic circles. The pressure is just right, firm enough to help, soft enough to be comforting. You hadn't even realized how much it hurt until his touch made it bearable.

The lights stay off. The rain keeps falling. No words, just quiet breathing. Just his hand moving in that steady rhythm, over and over.

Neither of you says the things you really want to say. Not yet. But it’s there, in the way his hand stays on your belly. And in the way you let him.

And there, tangled on a too-small couch, warm beneath a shared blanket, the two of you drift off.

The storm rages. But inside, everything is soft.

-

Bonus:

Later, the bowl sits empty as you lie on his bare chest, his fingers lazily threading through your hair.

You look up and ask,

"Hey, Shinji... how did you know that was my favourite soup?"

He chuckles and kisses your nose, eyes half-lidded.

"It's destiny, baby."

It had been the only soup they had left.

Maybe it really was destiny...

-

This fic wouldn’t exist without Shinji Nation™, aka the most unhinged, loving, creative, chaotic, and inspiring group of sister wives I’ve ever had the honor to scream about a golden-haired 2D man with. Every one of you has touched this piece in some way, even if you didn’t know it. Your words inspired the tone, your conversations sparked scenes, and your energy gave me the confidence to keep going. I wrote this with you in mind from start to finish, but it doesn't stop there.

You breathe life into my art every single day. You ignite my creativity -every sketch, every brushstroke, every color I put down is infused with the energy you give me. The laughter, the love and support, the late-night screaming, the emotional breakdowns over 2 lines of a smirk… it all lives in my work. You’re not just my inspiration - you’re part of the process. The heart of it.

I wouldn’t be the artist (or the feral mess) I am today without you.

Thank you for everything. This one is for you.🥹💛

You weren’t going to admit it out loud, but you were thankful for it, especially when you got to sit on his face like this. ‘Like the princess you are’, he purred often when he tried to convince you, as if you were going to say no to something that felt so right. 

Albeit you had been a little shy the first few times, not anymore. The view was privileged, your thighs caging his head while his hands caressed your legs. Shinji looked up at you with eyes so mischievous and lecherous that made you all the more wet. 

“You taste so sweet,” Shinji murmured after licking a long stripe over your slit. “Feels like I'm having dessert.”

Giggling, ecstatic and in love, you threaded your fingers through his hair to caress his scalp, staring down at him with hearts in your eyes. 

“But it’s only morning…” You teased, a sharp moan escaping your lips when he pressed his tongue to your clit. 

“So? I have a little bit of a sweet tooth.” Shinji pressed kisses to your inner thighs, grinning playfully. “I’m addicted to you, babe.”

He ripped a whine from you when he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking softly. Your hips moved on your own, seeking more of him. Shinji wasn’t in a particularly teasing mood, or else he would probably edge you; no matter that you could rub your pussy all over his face (and he would let you), he’d find the way to leave you hanging. Instead, he dragged his tongue, purposely pressing the ring piercing to your clit, creating friction that sent shivers up your spine. 

The only con of that position was that it made you instantly weak to receive so much stimulation that you were afraid you might collapse. Shinji’s hands squeezed your hips, reassuring you and guiding you to keep moving over his face, before sliding them down your thighs. He never failed to make you feel like the most beautiful woman, and you felt his affection even through his warm fingers as they caressed your skin. 

Swirling his tongue over your pussy, he slurped and licked, humming and groaning the more he tasted you. You ground down, keeping your eyes on him as you indulged in the wet warmth of his mouth. When your clit bumped against the metal piercing, it made the knot in your abdomen grow tighter, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of a wonderful release. 

Shinji chuckled when your hips picked up the pace and moved his tongue faster, your pleasure the only goal in his mind. You gasped and moaned, voice growing louder with every lap over your clit. His hands slid upwards, stroking the flesh of your abdomen before reaching for your tits, squeezing them and pinching your nipples. 

The climax was just around the corner, the muscles in your abdomen tensing as Shinji alternated sucking and licking on your clit. His fingers tugging at your nipples added to that close to bursting sensation you already had, like electricity was passing through your body when his tongue flicked over your clit just at the same time he played with your nipples. 

Your mind was in a haze, so lost in that simple moment that you didn’t even consider warning him that you were right on the edge, though he probably got the clue once you tugged at his hair. When your orgasm washed over you, your vision turned white, and you stuttered out a moan. Your toes curled as the rest of your body shuddered above him, leaning backwards until you almost lost your balance, if it weren’t for his hands holding you firmly in place. 

Shinji kept up with long licks on your pussy, collecting your release on his tongue, until you could no longer handle it and pulled away with shaky legs. That cocky grin of his was plastered on his face along with your slick when you came down from your high, and you huffed, rolling your eyes. 

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like the creepy guy you are.”

“What? I’m not creepy.” Shinji pinched your side, making you yelp. “I’m smiling cause I know you came pretty fast, baby girl.”

“So?” You asked, feeling your face even hotter than before you had your orgasm. 

“So I’m pretty amazing.” 

His grin got impossibly bigger; you were only a little annoyed at him because he knew his effect on you, but you couldn’t deny that he was actually really good at giving head.