He only knew about humans from his textbooks and old films. Being from a far-away planet, they were regarded mostly as urban legend. His other peers called him foolish for spending so much time on a society that surely died out a millennia ago. He believed in them, though, and he always yearned to do field research one day. As his ship careened through the stars, he could hardly contain himself, because that day was today.

After graduating with a degree in human studies, he finally had the clearance to fly down to earth and see them up close. His hands flexed around the steering wheel, practically shaking with nerves. He had no idea what to expect, for all he knew their textbooks could be wildly outdated or completely inaccurate. He wondered if the humans even knew his kind existed. Airing on the side of caution, he turned on his ship's invisibility cloak.

He blended into the sky as he floated down over a wooded area just above the trees. It seemed to be an outdoor gathering place with small clusters of humans roaming around. With the press of a button, a telescopic lens extended, allowing him to peer up close. It was marvellous. All sorts of different people ran about, and already it was way different from his textbooks. They only displayed a certain type of person, and he'd hardly even considered they come in various shapes, sizes, and colours.

He eagerly noted down every detail, thoughts flooding his mind faster than he could type them out. They were fascinating little creatures, almost amusing in the way they bumbled around. It became almost a game for him to see what kinds of humans he could find. Once he came back to his planet with all these pictures and videos, he'd rewrite the entire knowledge base! He'd be regarded as a scientific hero; that was the goal.

As he got deeper into the woods, the crowds thinned. He almost turned around, thinking nobody was out this way, until he laid eyes on you. He inched the ship curiously further as he laid eyes on the figure who was out all alone. He'd seen various types of humans by now, but he hadn't known they could be so...shapely. His skin glowed with a flush as he zoomed the camera in, suddenly feeling like a peeping tom.

You lay out on a blanket, none the wiser as the camera trailed down your body. He swallowed hard, watching the view slide from your chest up against the blanket to the curve of your ass and thighs hugged by denim. You looked so soft, your build uncannily similar to the space goddess he worshipped. On his planet they revered a life that was fruitful and full, every statue or portrait showing a plump woman. Seeing you was like coming face to face with God. For a selfish moment, he thought about how jealous his peers would be of his human wife, warm and soft. He shook off the thoughts, reminding himself he was only here to observe.

That was the plan at least. It all came crashing down, though, when you sat up to stretch, your shirt riding up just enough to expose your stomach. He practically drooled at the sight, taking 50 pictures of that pose alone. This was beyond science now, but surely there was nothing wrong with observing from a little closer, right? He turned on his own invisibility before beaming down off the ship. In a flash of light, his feet touched down in the soft grass, just a few feet away from you.

He held his breath, not wanting to make any noise to alert you. The sun practically framed you in gold, lazing in the meadow with a book. He thought you looked like a painting, something worthy of hanging in the church. Approaching you felt like an oasis in the middle of the desert. He kneeled in the grass before you, eyes glued to your peaceful face. Your lips parted absentmindedly as you read through the pages, completely unaware of the six-foot alien right in front of you.

He reached forward, brushing hair out of your face with a touch so featherlight you thought it was the wind. It sent electricity through his body, practically making him jump back. Even inches away he could feel the heat radiating off your form, and he craved it. Looking at you underneath him, posed so pretty, was almost too much to handle. He bit his lip, mind swimming with visions of shoving his tentacle down your throat right now.

He could never be so vulgar to his goddess; what a shameful thought. Yet even as he scolded himself, his tentacle rose under his suit. How filthy he felt for considering it, hips bucking inches away from your parted lips. He palmed his growing erection, letting out a hiss of air as the first bit of pleasure coursed through him.

The thrill of being right next to you blended with his disgust at his own uncouth behaviour, curling up in a ball in his stomach. He should retreat to his ship, to his own planet even, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from your softness. His bulge was so thick now; if you leant down just an inch, you'd be kissing it. The proximity made his head spin. Trembling all over, he thrust just once against your lips. The plush feeling made him moan aloud, clamping a hand over his mouth much too late to cover the noise. You gazed around curiously, looking right through him to find the source of the noise.

He stumbled backwards, flushed, embarrassed, and still painfully hard. He'd broken several protocols by now, and he made a mental note to wipe this footage later.

“Gonna have you hop in the shower, get the pores open. And then I’ll come help once you get out,” Trinity instructed. More clinical than she wanted. Then again how else was she supposed to word it? “Okay, is it one of those knob type showers?”

“Huh? Yeah, yeah it’s one of those.” Once out of the room, Santos pressed her hands into her eyes, hoping they’d take a stab at it before getting to her. Oh god, she was about to see her coworker’s partner’s pussy. Hearing the water run, Trinity tried her hardest to get it together. “This surely won’t complicate things,” speaking to herself.

Getting out of the shower, they dried off as much as they could. Putting their shirt back on. Trinity walks in, seeing that Reader had put the towel on the floor to catch the hair. Seeing that they had attempt some of the shaving. Having taken a pass at the pubis mon area as all Reader had to do was lift up their stomach. It was the area near their inner thighs and near the labia folds that scared the shit out of them.

Taking the razor from them, she doesn’t laugh at Reader’s joke about it looking like a monk’s hairdo. The one where there’s a ring of hair and then an egg sized bald spot. “Not that I’m the best barber, but…what sort of look are you going for? Cause if you want it completely bald, waxing would probably be a better way to go about it.”

Reader shakes their head at that. “Don’t want to go completely bald. Just more a sprinkling of hair than a full bush. Been growing it out since puberty—didn’t mean to. And well, it’s past the threshold of my underwear. And period are quite the hassle to manage because of it.” Not getting further into the details as it was already in tmi territory. Santos’ face didn’t betray any emotion.

“Well, you’ve answered my other question. I’ll try not to nick you too badly.” With that, Trinity gets to it. Pressing the button that made the electric razor buzz. Manipulating the skin and fat in the area, she gets the razor into the more difficult spots. Reader does their best to not wiggle too much. Eyes widening as Trinity pinches one of their folds. Their breath hitching. “Sorry, just trying to get a better grip,” Santos apologizes.

“It’s alright, unexpected,” is all Reader response with. A bit embarrassed by their reaction. Repeating the motion with the other fold, Trinity then turns the razor off. Dusting off the razor onto the towel. “All finished.”

Reader puts their underwear and pants on before collecting their things. Pausing by the front door, they turn. “Thank you, Trinity.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Life proceeded to move on like normal after that. At least until it gets out. Dennis had noticed Trinity’s odd behavior during work whenever Langdon’s partner was mentioned. He became insistent on knowing what it was. “Did something happen?” Getting to the point that Dennis thought Reader had cheated on Langdon with her. That it might’ve occurred at the apartment he had once shared with her. “Did you sleep with Langdon’s partner?”

“I’m not that desperate, Huckleberry,” Trinity becomes defensive as Dennis corners her in the break room. “You’re acting all squirrely so something must’ve happened. Don’t act like I’m blind here.” The duo unaware of Langdon standing right outside the door. His ears had perked up at Dennis’ original question. What did he not know?

“So…?”

Frank doesn’t stay long as he listens to Trinity spill the beans to Dennis. Barging outside to call his partner. Reader gets a bad gut feeling when they see Langdon’s face pop up on their phone. Letting a ring a few times. “Pick up the phone, Reader.”

Reader does answer, after the fifth ring. “I heard the most funny thing,” he doesn’t give them time to say hello. “Frank, what is this—“

“Don’t interrupt. Were you at Trinity’s three weeks ago?” He had noticed the change in hair when they had sex. Assuming they had done it themselves, not even making a remark about it. “Were you?” He pokes when they don’t answer.

“…yeah. I was at Trinity’s. Look, I can explain,” realizing he had found out. That their lying (via omission) had unraveled. Thinking who blabbed? “Why didn’t you tell me? I had to find out at work, from the gossip mill of all places! How the hell did you even get Santos to agree to that?”

“I don’t know, but she did. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, I didn’t know how. But it was stupid of me to go to your coworker of all people,” Reader rambles, spiralling.

you know what, imma make it do what it do, baby

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One thing that you'd learned about your husband Izuru was that he liked to tease you - sometimes to the point of tears.

When you met him, you found out very quickly how responsible he was and how seriously he took his job as Lieutenant. It couldn't be helped after he'd been abandoned by his former captain, Gin Ichimaru, with the weight of the entire Third Division placed solely upon his shoulders.

You had to say that you were very impressed with his impromptu leadership over the Third Division, which is what prompted you to join after graduating from the Shin'o Academy.

With your skills, it wasn't long before you ended up serving under him as the Third Seat of the Third Division. A few casual encounters here and there and the two of you quickly became enamored with one another. Soon you'd ended up underneath him in multiple other ways.

You've been married for six months now and the two of you were still very much in the honeymoon phase. Sometimes Izuru has bad mental health days, but you were always close by his side to help him work through the turmoil swirling inside his mind.

Before he got with you, he looked upon himself undesirably as a romantic partner (if his parents were still alive he had wondered if they'd be disappointed in him for not having settled down yet.)

The captain position was currently still vacant as of now, but due to your close relationship with the Lieutenant of the First Division, you'd been hearing about how a multitude of recommendations had been put in for Izuru to become the new Captain of the Third Division.

So, to celebrate the inevitable good news, you pulled a pale blue, sheer lingerie set out of your dresser - one that you’d purposefully hidden from Izuru to use for this special occasion.

After peeling off your shinigami robes and taking a nice, steamy, hot shower, you did your usual night routine and put your hair up in a cute style that you thought Izuru might like. 

You’d gotten your nails done with Mashiro earlier on in the week - white French-tipped duck nails with one black statement finger and little foil butterflies in gradient shades of blue decorating the tips.

A pair of simple, white, peep-toe heels with bows on the back finished off your look and you sauntered into the living area to wait for Izuru to get home from work.

Ice cubes clinked against one another in the bucket you’d set the sake out to chill in and low, soft music played from the strange contraption Shuuhei had gifted you both for a wedding present - a ‘CD player’ he called it.

Soon, the wooden door to your little home was slid open and your handsome husband stepped inside. 

After setting an armful of folders and notebooks down, his eyes caught sight of you standing there, the orangish glow of the wall lamps illuminating your shapely figure.

“Welcome home, ‘Zu.”

Those cornflower eyes almost popped out of his head.

“Hello, love…what's all this for?” Said eyes trailed over the darkened atmosphere, sake on the counter, and those lights that made you appear as a seductively sinful angel standing before him.

“To celebrate your promotion.” 

Those heels clumped across the wooden floor in tandem with Izuru’s heartbeat inside his chest.

As his eyes raked over your form, Izuru thanked God for Rangiku always dragging you along on her shopping sprees, even if it meant his wallet had to suffer the consequences.

Even though you were looking like a full-course meal in front of him, the mention of said promotion made his shoulders slump visibly.

“Ah, yeah. They still want me to take the captain’s exam even though I already have over half the necessary recommendations.”

You stood facing him now, the height from your heels putting your face right underneath his chin. Cupping it with your hand, you rubbed your fingers over his cheek in a loving manner.

“Don’t worry about that, ‘Zu. You’re going to ace that exam. You did graduate from the Academy with top marks, after all.” 

He could only smile while you stroked his cheek and rubbed your thumb over his jawline and back up through the blonde hairs around his ears.

His mouth moved to close over yours in a soft kiss that soon turned passionate and needy.

Your tongues danced in a fiery tango as he wrapped those strong arms around you and pulled you to the kitchen.

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now, baby, i just wanna take your freakin' clothes off

kiss your body while i take your freakin' clothes off

leave them heels on, while i take your clothes off

leave them lights on, let me see you go off

ooo-oo, baby, that's my body callin' your name

ooo-oo, and baby, that's your body doin' the same

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That's how you would end up with your bare ass cheeks pushed up onto the kitchen counter while Izuru stood between your spread legs with the palm of his left hand gently resting against your throat. The cold metal of his platinum wedding band pressed against your jugular as he curled his fingers around your neck.

He pulled loose the pale periwinkle ribbon that tied his blond hair, gripped your wrists in one hand, held them above your head, and tied them together with the silk material. With his teeth, he bit the end off and spit it out onto the kitchen floor.

“Perfect.”

His cool hands groped the flesh of your thighs, pinching and squeezing it between his deft fingers.

“Lift your legs up and wrap them around me.”

He pressed you further against the counter and rutted his growing hard-on against your inner thigh.

“‘Zu..baby…”

“Yes?” One eyebrow went up as he waited for you to finish your thought then his eyes trailed down to the steadily growing wet spot at the front of your thong.

"Now, what do you wanna do? You wanna get fucked or do you wanna get licked up? Either way, I need you to keep these thighs up for me, baby.”

He slapped one and you yelped at the sudden impact. Leaning over you and staring you down, those blue eyes were hypnotizing you to the point that the words stuck inside your voice box. 

“Hmm, what's that, darling? Come on and use your words for me..” 

“I..I..”

“Too slow. You know what, I have a better idea for you, bluebell.”

In the next millisecond, he was gripping your restrained wrists and flipping you around. A loud breath and soft curses passed through his parted lips when the motion resulted in your juicy ass cheeks pressed against his crotch.

“Fuck…”

Reaching into one of his hakama pockets, he pulled out another ribbon - a spare that he kept for his hair - and retied your wrists so they rested against your lower back.

“Now, keep your head down. Don't you dare fucking lift it.” 

Izuru pulled his hard dick from his pants and you could feel it slap against the crease of your thighs and oh how badly you wanted to thrust back on it.

“Don’t even think about it. Be good and stay still while I fuck your thighs, angel.”

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so act right, gone show me

back it up, now put it on me

act right, gone show me

back it up, now put it on me

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

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“A-ahh..”

Izuru’s soft moans were so erotic coupled with the wet, smacking sounds of him fucking the opening made by your thick thighs. The arousal ran between them lubricating his dick enough for him to slip it in and out of your thigh creases as if it were your pussy.

You learned early on in your sex life that Izuru has an inconceivable amount of patience.

When he felt himself getting closer to a release, he pulled you off of the counter and into your shared bedroom.

As you kneeled on the tatami mat, your nose kept bumping against his inner thighs and blonde pubes as you tried to get your husband's cock in your mouth but his grip on your neck held you just out of reach of his pretty, pink-flushed tip.

He was edging both you and himself. After the day he'd had today, he'd be damned if he came anywhere except for the inside of your pussy.

Curling his long fingers around your jaw, he brought your head up for you to stare into his crystal-blue eyes.

“Are you ready to be good and tell me what you want me to do to you?”

You nodded your head in his large palm.

“Want you to make me feel good, Izu’. Please fuck me, baby.”

—-

now baby holla at me, tell me what you're missin'

i can put in work in every position

from the kitchen table to the bedroom floor

ooo-oo, baby, that's my body callin' your name

ooo-oo, and baby, that's your body doin' the same

so act right, gone show me

back it up, put it on me

act right, gone show me

back it up, put it on me

—-

“There, gorgeous. So pretty. The perfect little present.”

He exhaled a breath, eyes wandering the perfect pattern of the ribbon he’d so skillfully tied you with. Another one of his creatively hidden talents - shibari.

“Hold those legs open right there for me, baby.”

He dipped his head down and you let out a shrill cry when he began licking your warm, creamy folds. Back and forth his tongue dipped and lips sucked your pussy while he caressed your inner thighs. The knuckle of his left ring finger slid dangerously close to your clit, making you twitch.

Tears accumulated in your eyes both from your muscles burning and  from Izuru messily eating you out. He always made it hurt so good.

"Zu', I…can't hold them anymore, I's-starting to hurt!"

"Hmm?” He leaned away from your pussy with his chin glistening in your slick. 

“Guess I should have tied them behind your head then." 

—-

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

—-

With a kiss to your left knee, he sat back on his knees, caging your spread-out thighs between his pale, muscled ones. Your legs were brought up to rest on his shoulders as he demanded you to hold them right there.

Soft swishing was heard as he discarded himself of his shihakusho.

Finally, he sunk that fat cockhead inside your waiting hole. Your thighs trembled as he instantly went deep. Already, you were out of breath and he hadn't even moved yet. The result of him edging you both beforehand.

Izuru just kept stealing your breath as he fucked you with slow, deep strokes; each one with more force behind it than the last. He bent his head and let his lips graze against your knees, gently kissing each one as he stirred your insides up.

“I-Izuru!” 

His name fell from your lips in broken whines, You couldn’t do anything but keep repeating it over and over again as he rocked into you, making the bed shake and headboard slam against the wall.

—-

your body, show me how you use it

we gone pop some champagne 

and listen to some music

and once we get our clothes off

wrap your legs around my shoulders

and it’s gone be just like i told ya

baby i’m gone work you over

and over, and over, and over again

so what you wanna do?

—- 

“Oooo,’Zuru!”

“Fuck yes, Y/N…oh my God…”

Izuru had shifted your positions now so that you were riding him cowgirl-style while he held your bound wrists behind your back. He made you bounce on his dick wildly, amusing him very much since he had all of the control right now.

“Tell me…tell me -s-shit! - tell me you want me to cum inside your pussy. Say it for me.”

“I want you to cum inside my pussy, baby! Please, ‘Zuru, I need you to fill me up so badly! I need you!”

He had already started cumming before you even got all the words out - the way your pussy gripped and clenched around him had him whining your name in that lovely, smooth baritone of his and spurting his thick, hot seed right up against your womb.

“Shit shit shit shit-FUuuuCK!

With a hand on the back of your neck and one last thrust that had you seeing multiple galaxies, he emptied his balls completely. Your exhausted body began to slump forward and Izuru caught you in his arms. He laid you against his chest and began to untie your bindings.

“You did so well, angel. So good and perfect for me, as always. My perfect Y/N.”

—-

now what you wanna do?

you wanna get high? you wanna get fired up?

what you wanna do?

you wanna get sexed? you wanna get tied up?

get your rodeo ride up; baby girl, lift them thighs up

i think you better wise up,' cause i'm about to rise up

—-

Izuru always made sure to give you the best aftercare whenever the two of you were experimenting with different kinks in the bedroom.

He made sure to clean you off really well, change you into a pair of comfortable pajamas, and make you some lavender tea to help you sleep. 

Your head rested on his chest now as the two of you snuggled beneath the covers.

“‘Zuzu…I really am so proud of you for everything that you’ve accomplished. You’re going to make a great Captain.”

The soft rise and fall of his chest was quickly lulling you to sleep, but you did hear his next statement.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I really appreciate that, but I don’t think I could be that great of a Captain if I don’t have a great Lieutenant by my side.”

“Why would you say something like-oh. OH.”

He just chuckled at your realization and kissed your neck.

“I love you so much, Y/N Kira.”

“I love you too, Captain Kira.”

—-

i’m gonna make it do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

I’m gonna make it do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

do what it do tonight

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