Warning: Sexual content. 18+ only.

Shinji Hirako is a versatile man. If his zanpakuto is anything to go by, he's adept at turning things on their head once in a while, whether that be his foes on the battlefield, or the power-play in the bedroom. Which is how he finds himself pinned down to his own bed by a nubile young woman wearing naught but a salacious grin. To be fair, there are much worse places to be.

'What's gotten into ya, doll?' he asks, twisting his wrists where you hold them down. The force you exert isn't enough to actually restrain him. He could break free of your hold in an eye-blink, but the curve to your lips speaks of amusement, self-assurance, and planning. A triple-threat that makes his balls tighten in anticipation. You are always so very, very alluring when you get it into your head to dominate him.

'You, if you behave,' you purr. That velvety tone of voice is one you only ever use when he's beneath you like this. 'Keep your hands where they are.' Immediately, his arms become limp, defenseless. You like him like this: flat on his back, rumpled, submissive, and he knows it. There is something inherently decadent about having a taicho of the Gotei 13 stretched out under you, awaiting your pleasure. Or not. However you decide. 'Are you going to behave, Hirako-taicho?'

The contrast of his official title juxtaposed with the arrogant tilt of your head and the restraining hand you plant on his chest… He scores his lower bottom lip with his teeth, sucks in a breath. As much as he likes the idea of flipping you onto your back and driving into you until you shriek his name, he knows greater heights await if he lets you have your way with him. Eyes half-lidded, he offers you his best shit-eating grin. 'Yer the boss, darlin'.'

'Damn right I am,' you say, sitting up where you straddle his hips. You plant your hands on your waist, wondering where to begin. He's already naked; his long, rangy body is a veritable feast of options. You stroke an errant hand across his stomach, watching the short golden hairs stir on his little happy-trail. There's a corresponding twitch against your thigh.

The tip of his tongue appears between his teeth, touching his lip. You take it as invitation, leaning forward on your palms. His mouth is ready, waiting. You take more than you give, nudging his lips open with yours, slipping your tongue into the open offering. You touch his piercing with the tip of your tongue, flickering over the ring of metal, then stroking the roof of his mouth. He makes a faint noise in the back of his throat. You frond your fingers into his thick blond hair, which is every bit as silky as it looks, and tug, just a little. The noise he makes becomes a grunt.

You kiss him long and slow, muffling the eager sounds he begins to make as your tongue curls around his, slides over the backs of his teeth. You can almost feel his fingers twitching where they lie useless on the pillow above his head. He wants to dig his fingers into your hair and tilt you to his preferred angles. Too bad. You pull away, lips moistened by saliva, leaving him panting.

You've tied your hair out of the way but now you reach behind you and loosen it. When you bend down to kiss his neck, it slithers forward over your shoulders to feather against his skin. He inhales slowly. You lick at the sharp line of his jaw, nosing your way to the soft lobe of his ear. You scrape it with the edge of your teeth, then trace the skin with your tongue. He curses quietly under his breath. This always undoes him a little bit, and you know it. You give his earlobe one lingering suck, then bite down ever-so-gently on the shell of his ear.

'Baby…' he mutters. You ignore it. You leave his ear, kissing your way down the side of his neck to where it joins his shoulder. You suck the skin there, enjoying how his head rolls to one side to give you more access, but you have more to explore. His skin marks up nicely under your mouth as you move down his chest. He's not that pale, but the red marks speckle him like breadcrumbs in a fairytale. Showing where you've been and where you might go back. He jerks when your tongue slides across a flat nipple. He's been watching you from under his displaced bangs, but it still startles him.

And you love that. You wrap your lips around it and suck. He gives a strangled gasp and his hands almost reach for you. You lift your lashes slow, giving him a look. Don't even think about it. He chuckles, head falling back. 'Yer evil, doll.' You do it again and his mouth falls open, lip revealing his upper teeth. His nose crinkles. It's a strange visceral tugging that makes him thrum low down deep. He catches his breath only when you release.

He's ticklish to an extent. You trail your fingers down his sides. His abdomen twitches with suppressed laughter. Only the lightest touches set him off. You dip your fingers into the vee of his hips, skirting them down to where he would enjoy your touch most. Air hisses between his teeth. You put your hands harmlessly on his thighs. He huffs. 'It's not so big ya need to be scared of it, darlin'.'

You smirk. 'Quiet, brat.' He's such a little shit. Even if he's willingly submissive, he tries to goad you into doing what he wants. Sometimes you do, just so he can think it might work next time. 'You'll get it when I'm good and ready.' His eyes glint at you from under his bangs. He stirs against your thigh again. He's enjoying every minute of this. Still, he pouts.

You slide off his hips to kneel between his legs. He's already fully hard, begging for some kind of attention. He puts his hands behind his head, a promise not to move or take over. Good. Where were you? The trail of lovebites down his body is clue enough. You pick up where you left off, sucking at his skin. It tastes of sweat. Salty, not unpleasant. He inhales when your tongue slides down the jut of his hip. He wriggles. 'Babe…'

You run both hands up his inner thighs. The muscles twitch and his hips lift in a needy gesture. 'Babe.' You cock your head to the side, looking up at him. Oh, yes. You like the implied italics in his voice. He sees. His grin is cheeky, for a moment, before he drops his golden head back. 'Please.' You like that even better. You reward him, stroking a single fingertip up the cord of muscle on the underside of his dick. Then you take it away. He whines.

You laugh. 'You're such a slut, Shinji.' You follow your finger with your tongue. He whimpers, knowing it'll encourage you to do more. You wrap your lips around his head, trace his slit with your tongue. He squirms, something tight winding in his gut. You release him after a single hard suck that makes his hips jerk, then blow cool air against him. His toes curl. It feels arctic-cold, twice as sensitive on damp flesh.

And because you think you've established the dynamic well enough, you're ready to enjoy yourself. You move before he's even realised what you're doing. You kneel either side of his slim hips, grasp him, and lower yourself. There's nothing quite like it - the slow parting, the push of him into your body in a single, slow, controlled impalement. You stare straight into lazy brown eyes as you let your weight sink you down on him. Something flickers in his gaze. The skin tightens around his eyes. Your hips lie flush with his.

There's a brief, breathless pause as you both adjust. Stretched, filled with hard heat for you. Swallowed whole by slick, warm tightness for him. You plant both palms on his chest, pushing him into the mattress with your weight, and lift yourself. Drop. Lift. Drop. 'Is this what you wanted, Shinji?' you ask, your voice filled with a tense note, like a vibrating guitar string.

'Yes, doll,' he groans. His fingers are knotted together in his hair, because he wants nothing more than to grab your hips and make you move faster. The slow slip-and-slide up and down his dick is doing wonders, though. Your breasts bounce like twin temptations. He wants to have one of them at his mouth. 'Ride me just like that.'

You slam back down on him with enough force to wind him. He grunts, hips snapping up to meet yours. You lean forward, bending so his dick nudges against your g-spot, grinding slowly. Your grin is nothing short of wicked as you bend your head down, spilling hair all around him like a curtain. Your lips brush against his. He tilts his chin up, ready to tangle his tongue with yours, but you're already gone.

'Jeez, you're so needy,' you sigh, already sat back up. You roll your hips at your favourite pace, using him as nothing more than a hard shaft to get yourself off. Your hands slide down your body. Your gaze burns into his as you cup your breasts, playing with yourself. His eyes darken slowly. This is one of his greatest weaknesses. Nothing gets him off like watching you pleasure yourself. Everywhere you touch, he imagines following with his mouth. Your nipples, your stomach, the delicate fingers you slip between your folds. You moan, stroking yourself nice and slow.

'_-chan…' he says, a hint of warning. You let your head fall back, teeth digging grooves into your full lower lip. You rotate your hips in a move that has him seeing stars. His heels dig into the mattress, needing some kind of traction. You don't care. Your fingers are working magic on your clit, pinching your nipple. Your knees feel loose and weak. Your breath comes in soft, rapid moans. Your climax starts as a flush of heat that spreads slowly. Your body flushes with goosebumps and even the soles of your feet tingle. Inside, you're a sucking, pulsating torture chamber and Shinji is trapped. 'Ah, fuck, darlin'…' he whines, reaching out to grab for you.

Orgasm or not, you catch his hands and pin them back down. 'I didn't say you could move,' you growl, slamming down on him. He stutters, grunts. From there, you've no room for teasing. You just want to fuck. You ride him hard, scratching your nails lightly down his abdomen, reaching behind you to give his ass a little slap. His chuckle is strained, his expression tense as your wild, rampant body drives him higher. He can feel the heat boiling, his vision getting a little fuzzy around the edges as more blood rushes to his erection. You stop.

'_-chan, please,' he begs. He's panting, hands fisted in the sheets, glazed with sweat. You brand the image into your mind a few seconds longer. A slow roll of your hips has him purring, until you dive right back into the same brutal pace from before. He arches from the bed, hands and feet digging into the mattress. Another climax blindsides you. Your inner muscles flutter, squeezing down on him in long pulls. He makes a choked noise, mouth opening in a silent cry as you drag the climax right out of him.

It takes you a little while to catch your breath. Your body gives a few last, weak pulses around his softening dick. His nose scrunches as you slide off him, oversensitive. You flop down next to him, give his hip a condescening pat. 'Thanks, babe.'

'Yer gonna kill me, doll.'

'You love it.'