Rose

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iwaizumi hajime x f!reader – don’t apologize

warnings: language, the seijo boys being annoying, awkward fluff <3

plot: during a study session, you and iwa are left alone and he decides it’s the time to confront you about a bad habit of yours

tags: college au, friends to lovers, yearning, established crush, unrequited love (or so you think)

author’s note: first haikyuu work let’s goo!! it’ll become very clear i love iwa sm sm sm

word count: 1.5k

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Pens scratching against paper has been the only sound filling your ears for the past hour and a half and you were getting sick of it.

The week before midterms had everybody at your university stressed out, but you felt like you were going to crash and burn more than anything.

You stop writing and drop your head on the table with a thud, accompanied by a quiet, low groan. The four boys sitting at the table all collectively look up at you.

“She’s dead,” Hanamaki states as if you dying is just another Tuesday. Iwaizumi huffs at the maybe-joke.

“I’d also rather be six feet under than study for another second,” Oikawa’s usual carefree demeanor soured by his stress and lack of sleep. The boys take your defeat as a sign to take a break, stretching and getting up to grab a drink from their shared apartment fridge. Matsukawa is the first to the fridge, fighting Oikawa for the last Red Bull; Hanamaki watching with disgust on his face like he’s watching two stray dogs fight for a scrap of meat.

“Quit it,” Iwaizumi barks, but it falls on deaf ears as they push each other around. Iwaizumi rolls his eyes and slips past them, grabbing a can of iced tea from the open fridge.

You finally lift your head right as Iwaizumi places the tea in front of you, the two still arguing with each other behind you. You wave your hand, “Oh- Iwa, you didn’t have to do that,” you look up at him sheepishly. He looks at you, “I know.” He doesn’t hold the eye contact very long, turning back to the can he placed, opening it for you with a click, then returning to his seat on your left.

You try not to let anything on your face show as you shrink into yourself, reluctantly taking a sip of the refreshing beverage.

A sharp clack is heard in the kitchen, followed by a dragged out fizzing sound. You and Iwaizumi whip your heads back. “What the fuck did I say?” mumbles Iwaizumi, shaking his head.

Matsukawa and Oikawa stood there, mid brawl, looking down at the now-leaking can of Red Bull forming a puddle on the kitchen tiles, Hanamaki face palming.

Iwaizumi glares at the boys and they freeze, then point at each other. You can’t help but laugh at the sight—a much needed laugh after how stressed you’ve been.

Iwaizumi glances at you, but when you catch his gaze, he turns back to his notes. You look at him for a moment longer, studying his focused eyes hoping he’ll look at you again but you rip your gaze from him when Hanamaki speaks.

“Well, this gives me an excuse to get some fresh air,” Hanamaki pockets his wallet, heading to the door, “I’ll be back.”

“Wait, I’m coming too,” Oikawa grabs his jacket off the hook, “Gotta make sure you get the right flavor,” he grins.

“Oh hell no, you are not bringing that disgusting watermelon flavor you brought back last time,” Matsukawa follows behind.

Their argument continues even after the door is shut, their muffled voices fading before it’s quiet, leaving the puddle of energy drink to presumably be cleaned up when they return. “Peace and quiet, once again,” Iwaizumi sighs. You giggle, you don’t know how he puts up with them.

You return to your notes, as does Iwaizumi. You shift in your seat. It certainly wasn’t the first time you’d been left alone with Iwaizumi but it certainly hasn’t gotten any easier to keep your focus away from him. As you shift, you adjust your knee, lightly knocking his, then offering a quick apology as you retract it, your stomach turning at the touch.

“Why are you apologizing?”

A beat of silence.

“Huh?” you were caught off guard by his question, looking up at him with a tilted head, not knowing what he was referring to.

“Why did you apologize?” he repeats, gesturing down to your knee. To be honest, you didn’t even realize you did apologize, it was just a reflex to what you assumed was an unwanted touch.

You didn’t think it was that serious, so you’re confused why his expression is so intense. It was making you nervous, for a plethora of reasons.

You open your mouth but before you could even say anything, he continues, “You apologize to me for everything. Touching my knee, borrowing my notes, asking for help carrying your bag. It’s been pissing me off.”

Your mouth is agape, unsure of how to respond. You never thought your apologies would have irked him, you always felt like you were being a nuisance, so it was only natural.

“I’m sorry-” it slips out of your mouth before you can stop it.

He furrows his brows, his eyes softening, “Have I done something to make you so apologetic towards me? I don’t scare you, do I?”

You wave your hands in front of you, frantic to correct him. “N-no! Of course not, that’s not it at all.” He looks at you questioningly.

You sigh, looking down at your lap, “I don’t know. I guess I just feel like I can be annoying at times, especially when I ask for help or feel like I make you go out of your way for something. And I don’t want to annoy you, so…” Your face starts to burn at your confession, “Saying it out loud makes it sound stupid, but that’s all it is.”

“Sounds stupid because it is stupid,” he says flatly, making you huff out a weak laugh.

“Don’t apologize so much, you’re not annoying. I’d happily go out of my way to help you in anything,” he turns back to his notes, almost mumbling the last bit, seemingly ending the conversation and picking up his pen to continue where he left off.

You don’t take your eyes off him. Your heart swells against your better judgement at his words, but it confuses you all the same. “Why do you want to do that? I don’t ever see you offering that kindness to Oikawa or the others,” you ask, not thinking about what you’re really asking.

He stops writing and stares down at his paper for a moment. “You’re different. Those guys can handle themselves. Not saying you can’t, but if they really want my help, they know they can just ask for it.” He doesn’t look up from his paper.

“Different?” you question, your heartbeat picking up its pace.

He finally looks up, his gaze capturing yours. Those green eyes of his take your breath away every time. He scans your face, swallowing nervously like he was fighting with himself on whether to speak or not. You’re about to fall off your seat waiting for what he was going to say next.

It feels like his eyes are going to burn right through you when he finally speaks. “You’re..” While he struggles to find the words, your eyes flick down to his lips before you can stop them. When you look back up at him, realizing, your face burns hot. “I’m sorry-” you start, going to offer some bullshit explanation, but he cuts you off.

“Please don’t apologize,” his voice dips in a way you had never heard it before, breaking with an airy rasp. As you open your mouth to respond, his large hand slips behind your neck pulling you into him, catching your lips in his. You freeze, questioning if you had fallen asleep on the table and this was a dream, but his other hand coming up to cup your cheek brings you back and you melt into his grasp.

You can’t count the days spent imagining this moment—his soft lips pressed against yours, yet the ones in your fantasies never came close to the real deal.

He pulls back, “Is this okay? I’m sorry, I should've asked first. I didn’t know if you felt the same-”

“Please don’t apologize,” you repeat, softly. You catch his lips again, turning your head, deepening the kiss and he happily obliges. You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands lower to grab your waist, pulling you in closer.

Another sharp clack is heard behind you, then an all-too-familiar fizzing sound.

You pull away from Iwaizumi, his half-lidded eyes flipping your stomach upside down.

Horrified, you look towards the door; a disgusted Hanamaki, a shocked Matsukawa, and a smug Oikawa nearly piling on each other in the doorway, grocery bags in hand and a newly dropped watermelon Red Bull.

Iwaizumi lets out an annoyed groan, turning back to his work with his head down, a light tint coating his cheeks.

Your face, on the other hand, turns tomato red in an instant and you bury it in your hands, praying this part was a dream.

“You both owe me five bucks,” Oikawa says slyly at the other two, and Iwaizumi tosses his pen behind him, hitting him square in the forehead. You snort, then cover your face again.

“Go clean up the mess you left.”

“y/n-,” your step would falter but he’d rush to catch you effortlessly, gripping you firmly, harder than he’d realize or that you’d expect.

he would honestly start thinking you’re injured, his eyes scanning your whole body rapidly. “i’m fine.. just tired,” you’d reassure, weakly. of course, we wouldn’t admit he was worried.

he’d lead you to the couch, laying you gently. once he’s assessed for himself that you truly weren’t injured, then starts the scolding. “you’d let the enemy wear you down so much? you were gone for weeks, i would’ve expected you back much sooner,” he’d huff, pushing up his glasses then crossing his arms.

you’d know better by now than to take his insults to heart, shaking your head, too tired to throw one back at him.

the silence would make his eyebrow twitch, glancing towards you on the couch. he’d sigh, and kneel beside the couch so that he’s level with you.

Is Orihime's hair fiery red/auburn or brown? When I look at her hair, I get confused as to which colour it is.

What do you think will happen in the Hell arc? Will there be some multiverse shit, perhaps?

i’d definitely say inoue’s hair is more of a bright fiery ginger orange, brighter than brown for sure.

Jushiro Ukitake x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI 18+, NSFW, smut, praise, vaginal fingering, penetration, no protection, creampie author’s note: so so sorry this took so long 💔💔💔 still enjoyed writing it tho, added a lil spin to it. this is for my ukitake lovers out there!!!!! i get it!!! word count: 2.4k

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You slam the book on your lap shut with a huff. The two shinigami passing by jump, then scurry along. You had reread the same page about five times now, too lost in thought to focus so you give up. 

You stay seated for a moment, closing your eyes and dwelling on your thoughts. Tomorrow was going to be your one year anniversary with Jushiro, your loving, ever-so-sweet, captain of a boyfriend. Honestly, you really couldn’t ask for anyone better, he was the perfect man for you—kind, caring, beautiful, brave. But one thing irked you more than it should. 

He had yet to take you to bed. Sure, you’ve laid down and slept together, but never slept together, and it was really starting to hurt your pride. It made you question. Was this his way of being respectful or was there something about you-

You didn’t finish the thought. Jushiro was the perfect boyfriend in every way, there’s no reason for you to complain. In that year, he’s treated you better than you’ve been treated your entire life. But even so… 

You open your eyes, sighing rather loudly. 

“Everything okay, sweetheart?” Jushiro’s soft voice fills your ears. Your head snaps in his direction, sitting up straight in the chair you sat in. 

Jushiro approaches you, his captain’s robe flowing behind him. He wears that usual warm smile that always melts your heart. “Oh! Uh—yes, yes, I’m fine, everything’s fine,” you reassure him, waving your hand and standing from your chair, praying he doesn’t pry. 

He tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed, his long hair slipping from his shoulder. He doesn’t seem convinced, reaching out a hand towards you. You grab it before it reaches you, “I’m just hungry, that’s all,” you decide that’s the best excuse, giving him an overly wide smile. It wasn’t entirely a lie, you could eat. 

He gives you a defeated smile, grasping your other hand with his, understanding. His thumb brushes over your hand, “Alright if you say so. Let’s head to the dining hall then?” 

You give him a genuine smile, thankful he knows when to leave it alone, and nod, letting him lead you along to the hall. 

Once at the hall, food in hand, he leads you to a table where Shunsui sits with Nanao, both deep into their meals. They offer polite greetings when you sit. 

Shunsui clears his throat, “Captain Ukitake tells me tomorrow is officially your one year of being together,” he comments casually, leaning back in his seat. 

Jushiro rubs his forehead and grumbles softly, clearly a bit embarrassed Shunsui just exposed that he talks about you, though he was sure you knew that he did by now. 

You chuckle awkwardly, “Oh, yeah it is!” you say with feigned excitement. Normally you’re eager to talk about it—you love Jushiro and want everyone to know it, but you just can’t seem to muster a genuine response. You hope they don’t notice. 

Shunsui doesn’t and chuckles, continuing, “All I know is that you’re one lucky gal. He’ll tell you I was the ‘womanizer’ of the two of us but I heard tales from the girls. He’s not inno- AGH!” 

He’s cut off by Nanao smacking the back of his head with a clipboard. “Jeez,” he says, rubbing the area. “In what world is it a decent idea to tell Y/n that,” she scolds him. Jushiro sits silently, his head in his hands, questioning his choice of friendship. 

“Seems he must have wasted all his energy on those flings,” you find yourself saying, unable to catch yourself, your voice hard. 

The table goes silent, all three of them looking at you wide-eyed, caught completely off guard by your words. You can’t bear their staring any longer so you stand up, the chair scraping behind you, and you storm off, leaving your food on the table barely touched. 

Jushiro watches you march off, mouth agape, words caught in his throat. It was unusual for you to act this way.

“Trouble in paradise, huh- AGH! Again?” Shunsui looks at Nanao pleadingly. 

“Look at what you caused,” she shakes her head. 

Jushiro stares at the doorway you disappeared through before getting up and racing in the same direction without a word. 

You reach your private room, slamming the door shut behind you, and bursting into tears. You make for your bed, plopping down on the edge, your head in your hands. You made a fool of yourself, letting yourself say such a thing about the man you love, in front of his friends, on top of that. You didn’t deserve him. 

You don’t hear your door open and close quietly between your uncontrolled heaves. You only realize when a force weighs down the bed and wraps his arms firmly around you, turning your face to his. 

Worried green eyes rake over your face, “Y/n, what’s the matter?” his voice pleading, it stings your heart. Your regret for your actions deepen, you were being immature. 

No, you had a right to feel this way, but he also had the right to know why. 

You sniffle, attempting to compose yourself before you speak. He patiently wipes away your tears with a thumb, holding your face. You put your hand over his and he looks at you expectantly. 

“I just- I wish-“ you struggle to find the words but he just waits quietly, brushing a strand of tear-soaked hair out of your face. “Jushiro, why haven’t you slept with me yet?” It was a more direct approach than you anticipated to take but you suppose this got the job done. 

His eyes widen, his head jerking back slightly, clearly not expecting such a question. “Why haven’t I..” he trails off. 

You explain further, “I just.. I feel a bit.. rejected,” you look down, embarrassed at the confession. “Maybe I just haven’t been forward enough with my advances but I’ve never felt your desire to take it any further with me and it makes me question if there’s something about me that you don’t-“

He suddenly grips your shoulders, “No!” his voice desperate to prove something. 

You blink, “No?”

He also blinks and realizes how hard he’s gripping you and lets go, holding your hands instead, “I-I mean, no, of course not! I love everything about you. I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized you felt this way.” 

“Then why?” your voice cracks and that breaks something inside him. He sighs deeply, “What Shunsui said was true. I suppose I.. messed around a lot as an adolescent,” something uncomfortable stirs in your stomach at this, “but it’s for that same reason that I waited so long with you.” 

You tilt your head, “I don’t understand.” 

He puts a soft hand on your cheek but his eyes are serious, “I wanted to prove to you that I am serious about you. You’re not just another fling or something casual, I hope to spend the rest of eternity with you. I wanted you to feel respected. But it seems my foolish attempts made you feel the exact opposite,” he looks down, sighing in disappointment in himself. 

Of course, he would. You had heard from the other captains that he had matured a great deal since his youth. It made perfect sense for him to think that way. With someone like Shunsui around, it was inevitable for you to find out about his past antics, and because of that, he didn’t want you to feel like you were just another one of those girls, so he was probably waiting for you to openly say it was okay. You shake your head, you should’ve known and now you feel silly. You’re about to respond but he continues, his face flushing just enough for you to notice. “The truth is, holding back from you hasn’t been any easy feat. Now I find out you were waiting on me, and it angers me that I didn’t do this any sooner.” 

Before you can ask what he means, he pulls your lips into his, his hand firmly on the back of your neck. You yelp in surprise, your hands falling to his chest, not used to this boldness from him but you give in immediately, the built up desire from the last year finally having an outlet. 

He pushes you back against the bed, his lips never leaving yours, his long, white hair falling to your sides, caging you in. You eagerly oblige, opening your legs, the erection you hadn’t noticed brushing against you, making both of you gasp. He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyebrows furrowed and his cheeks red. “I’m so sorry, love. I never meant to make you feel unloved in any way.” 

You shake your head, putting a finger on his lips to shush him. “Enough of that. I know, Jushiro. Make it up to me now,” you smile softly but your words make his green eyes darken, lost in your gaze. He wastes no time in reconnecting your lips, this kiss much hungrier than the last. 

His hands roam your body, drinking in every curve, and you arch against him, desperate for his touch. 

He trails kisses from your mouth to your cheek, then down your jaw to your neck. You moan into his ear and feel him shiver at the sound, letting out a low groan. He grabs the collar of your uniform, pulling it off your shoulders, revealing your collarbones and bare breasts to him. 

He pulls back, unable to reel in his blatant staring. You lay there, smug, watching his face redden at the sight. “I-Is this okay?” his voice is barely a whisper, his composure gone. He brings his eyes up to yours, seeking. 

You answer by slipping your arms out of the top, your upper body now fully exposed, and by pulling his down, revealing his chiseled chest and abs. “Understood,” he breathes out, drinking you in once again before pouncing back on you. 

Despite his hurried kiss, his tongue is gentle, tracing your lips, asking for entrance, which you grant. You run your hands through his hair, tugging and pulling. He tugs at your pants and you lift your hips, allowing them to slip off easily without breaking the kiss. You do the same for him, his hard cock slapping on your stomach after being freed.

Jushiro’s skin was hot against yours, your bodies trying to feel every inch of each other. Each movement grinds his length against your stomach. 

He reaches his hand down to your thighs, squeezing and tracing his fingers along the sides of your core. Damn him. “I didn’t take you for such a tease,” you grind out in between kisses. He smiles against your mouth, brushing his fingers over your slick folds. You gasp, arching into him, your peaked nipples agonizingly rubbing against his chest. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, pushing his forehead against yours, sliding in one finger, then two. “J-Jushiro,” you moan out, his thick fingers stretching you out, preparing you for him. You feel his cock twitch. 

You grab his cock in your hand, earning a guttural moan you felt in your core, your walls swelling around his fingers gliding smoothly in and out, covered by your wetness.

You pump him slowly, Jushiro matching your pace with his fingers. His forehead on yours, he stares so intensely into your eyes, showing you all of him and trying to see all of you. 

You meet his lips once again, your pace on each other quickening. Wet sounds along with muffled moans fill your room, his fingers eventually outpacing your hand as you feel your climax approaching. 

“You’re doing so well,” he whispers gently, your hips buck against his hand and he curls his fingers inside you, reaching your release, and you scream out, high-pitched and rough. 

He hardly gives you enough time to recover when he’s already flipping you over, putting you on top of him, his hands on your waist. 

“I want to see all of you,” he tries and fails to keep a composed voice, sounding raw. You lift up from his chest, taking him in below you, his white hair splayed out, wild, and yet, he looked as beautiful as ever. You steadily hold his gaze while you lift up, lining his throbbing cock against your soaked entrance, and watch his face as you slam down, taking his full length at once. 

He cries out, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut, his eyebrows twitching. His grip on your hips tightens as you also cry out, his thick cock burying deep inside you, stretching you out more than you ever have. 

His hands offer support, helping lift you up only to push you back down, his cock filling you up with each thrust. “Oh, Y/n-” he can hardly speak with you taking him in deeper and deeper each time, your pace quickening, skin slapping against skin.

He grinds his teeth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his grip on your hips hard enough to bruise. But that doesn’t stop you from bouncing on him over and over. You throw your head back with a loud moan, squeezing your own tits. The sight along with your tight pussy squeezing his thick girth is enough to kill him. 

"Ah- J-Just like that-" he can hardly get the sentence out. His legs start to spasm, his hips bucking up against you, pushing his length deeper into your swollen hole, releasing broken cries. His orgasm comes rushing at him with one final thrust, and he spills everything he has into your wet pussy, lining every inch of your walls with hot cum. 

He releases your hips, his arms flopping down on the bed beside him with a thud, and you flopping down in his chest. Nothing but heavy, ragged breaths are heard, both of your hearts about to beat out of your chests. Your bodies are hot and sticky with sweat but you don’t move away from each other. 

“I’ll never forgive myself for waiting so long to do this with you,” he finally says, wrapping his arms around your back. You chuckle, lifting your head from his chest to look at him. 

“Glad you finally came to your senses,” you flick his forehead where white hair sticks to it. 

He laughs, “I deserve that.” He thinks for a moment then turns to the clock mounted on your wall. “Well, would you look at the time,” he looks back at you with soft green eyes full of nothing but adoration, “It’s midnight. Happy one year anniversary, Y/n,” he pushes his nose to nuzzle yours. 

This it is adult version I don’t own this. It’s on Pinterest.

i hope this is good have a nice day!

Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI 18+, NSFW, smut, language, teasing, nipple play, edging, penetration, no protection, creampie, pathetic hisagi author’s note: hisagi fan club!!!!! this was so fun to write and honestly a little self indulgent. love our emo king word count: 2.1k

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“It’s no use.” The rain grew heavier and louder by the second. You cover your eyes with your arm, but the constant rain makes everything harder to see. You grunt in frustration. 

“We have to find cover. Low visibility could cost us so it’d be better to wait it out,” Hisagi looks up at the sky, the clouds continuing to roll in with no sign of stopping. 

You growl, you want to argue but you know he’s right. You couldn’t afford to have your senses dwindled by the heavy rainfall otherwise you could blow your cover. 

Rain water dripping from the tree leaves above quickly begins to soak your body, your hair and clothes falling flat and heavy. Shit. 

“Y/n,” Hisagi caught your attention and pointed towards a mound of rocks at the bottom of the nearby mountain in the distance. You move and he follows closely behind. The hard rainfall is turning the ground into mud rapidly and by the time you reach the rocks, you were nearly slipping every three steps. 

“Over here!” Hisagi yelled over the rain, the pile of rocks forming an opening. Shelter. You move to take a step but your boot slides in the mud, your backing making aim for the ground. Hisagi moves, gripping your arm and catching you against his chest. 

“Be careful; I got you,” he says a little too close to your ear. You straighten up, pushing off him. “I-I know,” you stutter, embarrassed. His face is serious, but he looks away when he reaches out his hand. “Come on, we gotta hurry before the rain gets worse.” 

You hesitate, making him look at you again. He tilts his head in a 'c’mon, don’t be stubborn' kind of way and you reluctantly take his hand, secretly grateful for the stability as you both hurry for the cave. 

You both practically throw yourselves inside once you reach it, breathing heavily, dragging in mud and water. You start to pace once you catch your breath, “Fuck! This is just great.” 

“I know,” Hisagi says quietly, walking deeper into the cave, towards the wall, and leaning up against it.

Cold, wet hair sticks to your face, only serving to further annoy you. You kick off your muddy boots. A breeze starts to drift through the cave entrance making you shiver in your wet clothes. 

Hisagi looks outside, eyebrows furrowed, “Looks like we’re gonna be here a while.” 

You don’t reply, going to the opposite wall and sliding down to sit. You hug yourself, trying to hide your shiver. 

Hisagi looks over at you, “Are you okay?” His concerned tone pisses you off, “I’m fine.” He runs his hand through his hair at your dismissive tone, trying not to show his frustration. 

Despite it, after a moment, he pushes off the wall and walks towards you, sitting down beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“I said I’m-“ you start to argue, your face heating against your will. “You’re shivering. Just let me help you,” he looks away from you and you catch what looks to be a slight tint on his cheeks. You bite your tongue and comply. 

However, it soon becomes apparent his added warmth wasn’t enough. Your teeth audibly chatter, your wet clothes refusing to dry. Even Hisagi had started to shiver. The sun was going down, it was getting colder by the minute, and with the heavy rainfall, there was no possibility of finding wood dry enough to start a fire. 

Before you knew it, the both of you were wrapped in each other’s arms on the cave floor out of desperation for warmth. But it still wasn’t enough. 

“H-Hisagi..” you say through chattering teeth. “I know,” he holds you tighter, wracking his brain for an idea. 

The air around you suddenly grows tense. “Y-Y/n.. please don’t take this the wrong way, I promise I’m not a pervert...” You couldn’t tell if his shaky voice was from the cold or nervousness, but you already knew what he was going to suggest because you had thought about it too. 

A long, awkward moment passes, either him building up the courage or praying you would be the one to suggest it. You decide to answer his prayer, “…It’s only for survival. I don’t plan on dying of hypothermia any time soon.”

“Yes, yes, right, only for survival,” you would’ve laughed at his flustered response if it wasn’t because your heart was beating out of your chest at the idea. You could feel his too. 

Neither of you moved to be the first to start. Frankly, it was hard for you to move at all right now. He seemed to have noticed because he pulled away just enough to peel off his still-soaked shirt, letting out a shiver at his exposed skin. Next his pants. 

You both avoid eye contact fiercely, looking everywhere but each other. You slowly lifted your shaking arms and he got the message to help you. 

This was probably the most embarrassing thing you had ever done and you had no idea how you were going to look him in the eye after this. If it wasn’t because your skin was ice cold, your entire body would be on fire right now. 

The cold hit your bare chest and waist, your shivering picking up. You quickly strip your pants, refusing to let him do that one. For a moment, you both lay there naked, freezing and embarrassed out of your minds. 

The survival instinct part of your brains must have kicked in because he suddenly pulled you against him and you gripped him like your life depends on it. Well, it kinda does. 

His skin felt like ice against yours, his shivering matching yours, but you could feel it. The natural warmth of your bodies ever-so-slowly starting to radiate. Your shivering didn’t stop but it gradually slowed. 

You lay on your sides, Hisagi’s chin on top of your head, his eyes squeezed shut. So different from the responsible and serious lieutenant you knew. Your face was against his chest and you could hear his heartbeat clearly. It seemed he was even more nervous than you. 

You lay there in silence, trying to gain your heat back. Something started to.. poke your stomach. You were a bit delirious so you didn’t make the connection at first but soon the realization crashes down on you, sobering you right up. 

“I’m sorry,” Hisagi whispered. He sounded horrified but neither of you could pull away. 

You don’t know what made you do it, it must’ve been your confused state, but you shifted, feigning innocence as you adjusted your position slightly, making his tip rub against your stomach. You felt his body shiver, this time not from the cold. He grips you tighter. You move again. 

“Y/n..” he groans out, his voice cracking. Your stomach turns hearing your name spill out of his mouth in such a manner. You move again and he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, his tip becoming slippery as a warm fluid drags against your stomach. 

You pull your arm in from having it around his back and drop your hand down, taking his full hardness in your hand. 

He gasps, his hand grips your hair when he squeezes you, “Y-Y/n..” He says it like it’s the only word he knows and that heats something deep within you. 

You begin stroking his shaft, slowly. You feel him straining against you. You slide your thumb over his slippery tip and he jerks, a guttural groan escaping his lips. You speed up, pumping his cock against your stomach. 

“Fuck,” his voice fails like he got the wind knocked out of him. You pump him again and he finally pulls his head away. You stop and he looks at you, his face devastated and bright red. Your face must look exactly the same because he scans it up and down. 

Without thinking, he grabs your face and smashes his lips into yours with such intensity you let go of him but he catches your hand and guides it back on, pumping himself with it. You moan into his mouth and he takes the opportunity to let his tongue in. 

His tongue explores your mouth while you stroke him, your own wetness starting to drip down your leg. 

His hand moves from your face to your neck, then down to your tits. He cups it in his hand, squeezing it just enough. “Hisagi,” you murmur weakly into his mouth. His dick twitches in your hand at the sound of his name. He runs his thumb over your peaked nipple, taking it between his thumb and forefinger and pinching. Your back arches, pushing you against him. 

Wet, sloppy sounds echo through the cave. He starts to buck his hips into your hand, his kiss and hand on your breast losing strength. He throws his head back, grinding his teeth, failing at suppressing his moans. He’s getting close, so you stop. 

He brings his head forward in a frustrated half cry. But you don’t wait very long, lifting your leg over his waist and pressing his wet tip against your slick folds. 

He loudly shudders, pushing his tattooed face into the crook of your neck. You move your hips, rubbing his tip against your slit, your moans bouncing off the cave walls. “Stop teasing, please,” he pleads, his voice sounding on the verge of tears. 

“I’m not teasing, you just won’t man up,” you softly taunt him. And he takes the bait. He stills, his head lifting from your neck, his gaze dark and lustful, completely different than before. Something snaps. He reaches down, ripping your hand from his cock, and pushing you completely on your back, caging you underneath him. 

“Hisagi-“ Before you can even get a word out, he lines his tip with your soaked entrance and slams down, filling you with his full length in one thrust. You scream out, the sound echoing back to you from the depths of the cave. 

You wrap your legs around him, causing him to go deeper. He pulls back up only to slam right back down with the same force. His thrusts take speed, hard and deep, the sounds of slapping skin filling the space. With each thrust, your eyes roll further into the back of your head. 

Your hands find his back, digging and scratching your nails. The pain makes him groan, his thrusts becoming harder. Your back arches, pathetic cries escape your mouth. “God, how you sound..” he grinds out through his teeth. Every sound you make drives him mad, bringing him closer to his release. You’re not far behind. 

His thrusts grow uncalculated and desperate, “Fuck, I-I’m… Can I-” His voice cracking every other word. You know what he’s asking. “Please, please Hisagi,” you beg unabashedly. Your begging breaks any last resolve he still had. 

His already desperate strokes somehow get faster, unrelenting, drilling your aching hole. You tighten your legs around his waist as your climax approaches, his thick cock hitting the deepest parts of your cunt, pushing you over the edge. 

You scream out in pure ecstasy. Your walls clench around his girth as you orgasm and that was enough. He throws his head back, losing myself completely, releasing a loud, broken moan, as thick, hot liquid spills into your pussy.

He collapses on top of you, his cock twitching as it spurts the last drops of his cum. Heavy, labored breaths are heard throughout the cave. 

After a moment, he gathers the strength to lift himself up and pulls his swollen cock out of you. You whimper as he slides it out, his seed dripping out of you. He tries and fails to look away; the sight is enough to get him excited all over again. 

You slam your legs shut, glaring, and he lifts his hands in surrender with a nervous laugh. He lays back down beside you. He wipes his forehead and in that action, you realize sweat has formed all along your body. Your body feels like it’s being boiled. 

You chuckle to yourself, and Hisagi catches what you realize. “Guess we accomplished our goal,” he breathes out. You put your hand on his. His wide eyes watch you in his peripheral but he shakes his head and smiles, looking up at the cave ceiling. 

You both lay there, hand in hand, basking in each other’s silence.

Too much silence. 

You turn your head towards the entrance of the cave only to realize the rain had stopped. Moonlight partially shines into the cave, leftover water droplets dripping from the entrance periodically. 

“We should probably-“ Hisagi started. 

Sosuke Aizen x f!reader

warnings: none, just fluff <3 author’s note: i assumed you meant his captain days so i did that but i apologize if my assumption was incorrect 💔 no thoughts, just mindlessly touchy aizen

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The first time it happened was after you returned from a long mission. “Well done on your latest mission.” You had returned in one piece, relatively unscathed, and brought back useful information for the captains. Captain Aizen praised you for your achievement after you gave him the report. “Thank you, Captain,” you bowed respectfully. When you straightened, you felt his hand on your head, patting you gently. You froze, eyes wide and you looked up at him. He smiled sweetly, eyes closed, humming a chuckle as he continued patting. You returned an awkward laugh, your face warm, but you stayed put until he pulled his hand away.

The next time it happened, you were still just as unprepared for it. You were waiting outside the captains’ meeting chambers, a short meeting going on inside. Aizen asked you to wait so you both could get started on your assigned work immediately afterward. The doors opened and the captains shuffled out, politely greeting you. Once Aizen met with you, you turned to start on your way not realizing you were about to bump into Unahana. Aizen’s hand quickly wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you away from her and towards him. “Careful,” he said softly. You nodded, a little embarrassed, but his hand stayed there, guiding you the rest of the way to his office. You were very aware of everyone who looked at you, wondering what they might think. But Aizen simply continued along, paying no mind to anyone, periodically squeezing your shoulder. And that seemed to ease you.

More instances continued. Aizen had requested you meet him in his private quarters. He had taken his work home, expecting to work late into the night but it seemed it was going to take a lot longer than that. “I apologize for calling you so late,” he adjusted his glasses, his usual sweet smile on his face. You shook your head, “It’s no problem at all!” You sat by him at his desk, starting the paperwork. He began explaining what was on the forms as you looked down at them. With your focus, you hadn’t noticed a piece of your hair had fallen in your face. Without skipping a beat, Aizen pushed the strand out of your face and behind your ear. He was still talking but you weren’t listening anymore because his hand stayed in your hair. Pushing your hair back, gathering it and twirling it with his finger, caressing it. Your face was burning but you had to admit, it felt nice. It felt sweet. You closed your eyes, not noticing when he stopped talking.