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darthwhorecrux · 3 days ago

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@bleachsmutfest Day 1 Entry: Sosuke Aizen x Reader x Shinji Hirako Corporate AU

TW: AT THE SAME DAMN TIME (that’s code for threesome), smut, and LOTS of it, lil bit of degradation, oral (m and f giving and receiving), double penetration, power imbalance workplace dynamic, uhhh I hope that gathers them all (apologies if anything’s missed)!

This is 9.1K words of PURE FILTH. Sosuke’s your boss, Shinji’s your coworker. They can’t stand each other, and you’re crushing on them both. What ever will happen?

You never liked the idea of workplace crushes and/or romances. They were messy. There was no place for love in a professional setting. You held firm to that belief in all of your previous positions, looking down upon those who chose to believe differently. It was easy when no coworker of yours ever managed to win your affection, a seemingly impossible task. That was why it came as an ugly, shameful shock when you developed not one, but two office crushes at your current job. Karma certainly had her ways.

There was your boss, Sosuke Aizen, quietly benevolent, intelligent, calculating, well-mannered, traditional, and reserved. He could be a little terrifying, if you were being honest. Behind those manners and gentle smiles, you sensed something sinister. You could never fully trust him, but oddly enough, that was part of the attraction. He was covertly dangerous, the type to climb the corporate ladder and to do whatever it took to get to the top, with no regard for who he stepped on along the way, though he played like he wasn’t. It made it all the more rewarding each time he praised you and made heat churn in your core after each interaction with him. Back at your desk, you’d have to chug ice water just to try to cool down again, flushed with embarrassment and guilt for thinking and feeling such impure things for your boss and while at the office.

And then there was crush number two, Shinji Hirako, who you didn’t get to see as much but who wormed his way into your mind all the same. He was Sosuke’s foil, and he worked in a different department, mostly from home though he would come into the office every now and then. Flippant, easygoing, humorous, cocky, and brash, he was so unlike Sosuke, and you knew that it secretly drived your boss nuts. No one quite got under his skin the way Shinji did. Shinji was fleeting, and each time he was here and then gone, you were starving for more, coming in each day in hopes that it would be the day he’d return. He was playful, stopping by your desk to mess something up just for a chance to get your attention, and had you annoying your surrounding coworkers with your incessant laughter, butterflies exploding in your stomach as he joked with you and talked your ear off, distracting you from your work. Like Sosuke, he made you run hot, cupping your hand over your mouth when you came back to your senses and realized how giggly and obnoxious you were acting with him in the quiet space, the same feelings of shame in the aftermath.

Because of them, you had become a hypocrite, the very thing you once judged. While the thought filled you with immense disgrace, it also exhilarated you, had you excited to come into work each day, to pick out your outfits and do up your hair and wear your favorite makeup, putting time and effort into yourself that you weren’t sure you would have otherwise. As silly as it was, they made it a little easier for you to get out of bed in the morning, which couldn’t have made this such a bad thing.

Right?

On a random Tuesday, you had decided to wear a new dress with the weather warming up, a tight, black, midi sheath dress. You styled your hair and applied your usual makeup, feeling more upbeat and confident than usual. On that same random Tuesday, it was your lucky day - Shinji was in the office.

It was late morning, and you entered the break room to make yourself a cup of coffee when he came strolling in, in search of a snack to take back to his desk. You had your back turned to him, but you’d recognize that voice anywhere as he greeted, “hey, sweetheart.” He was also the only one around here bold enough to address you in such a manner. He was the only one who could get away with it, and he knew it.

“You still exist?” You joked, grinning at him over your shoulder. You didn’t miss the way his eyes drifted up and down your figure from behind. Part of you assumed he wanted you to see his perverted antics.

“Ya miss me?” He came to stand at your side, leaning against the counter, pushing things aside like he owned the place when he was here the least. He was close enough for you to smell his cologne, a scent as alluring and unique as him.

“I’m not so sure,” you teased, reaching past him for the cream and sugar. “It’s certainly more peaceful when you’re not around. Makes it easier to get work done.” You emptied the sweets into your cup, stirring them in slowly and purposefully, enjoying the aroma of your coffee and your Shinji.

“Ya worried about being productive or somethin’?” He snickered, grabbing the empty sugar packets and cream cups and disposing of them for you. “That why yer always here?”

“Aizen likes for us to come here every day,” you explained, your boss’ name rolling off of your tongue dripping with adoration. You searched for a reaction.

And Shinji gave you one. “Sosuke,” he scoffed. “If I were your boss, I’d let ya do whatever you want.” He grinned devilishly.

You giggled. “Probably why you're not my boss.”

Speaking of your boss…

“(Y/N),” your name came out as a command. You whipped around, spotting Sosuke with his hands stuffed in his slacks, looking mildly disappointed.

“Yes, sir. Coming,” you squeaked, gathering your steaming mug, careful not to spill.

Shinji narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw at your side. “Sosuke,” he said as a way of greeting. “Good to see you.” Didn't sound like it.

“Good morning, Mr. Hirako.” Your boss nodded once before turning away. He knew you’d follow.

You gave Shinji a sheepish smile, noticing the look of mistrust on his face as he watched your boss go. “Well, duty calls.”

“I’m sure it does,” he mumbled sarcastically. “See ya around, busy bee.”

You threw him one last apologetic look before you were hurrying away, placing your cup of coffee on your desk before stepping into Sosuke’s office, shutting the door behind you. He didn't look up from his monitors when he said, “have a seat, please.”

You promptly did as you were told, sinking down onto the couch at the side of his desk. He was the only one back in your department with an executive suite, and of course he kept it pristine. You took advantage of the cozier amenities when you could.

“I’m a little worried about something,” Sosuke informed you cryptically, still hardly bothering to glance in your direction.

“Oh?” You felt your face grow hot, nervous that he had busted you for something, not that you were openly breaking any rules, but if anyone could read minds in this office, it was him.

“Yes,” he said to himself before turning in his chair, manspreading before you. You strained to keep your eyes level with his. “It seems Grimmjow is struggling to meet his deadline with the report I gave him. Again. Would you have the capacity to take over for him?”

At that, you let loose a sigh of relief, lighting up at the opportunity to please him. “Of course I can.” You beamed.

“Excellent.” Sosuke smiled knowingly before spinning back to his desk, his long fingers returning to his keyboard. “I’ll forward you the emails.”

“Sounds good.” The conversation was over, but you waited for more, leaning forward at the edge of the couch.

Your boss made a couple of clicks to get the appropriate emails into your inbox before addressing you once more. “While you’re here,” he faced you again, giving you his full attention as he asked, “anything you’d like to share with me?”

That panicked, oh-shit-I’ve-just-been-caught feeling flooded your insides again, making you sweat in his dominating presence. His dark eyes were cold and challenging as you reached for your necklace. You gulped, feeling your throat bob underneath your hand. You weren’t a stranger to your boss’ manipulative nature, his way of dancing around the questions he really wanted to ask. He didn’t need to, he just needed to say something to pick apart your words and reactions. With the way the outer corner of his lip curled up, you were sure he was taking note of the heat rising to your cheeks, exposing you. He was confirming what he had been suspecting - you had secrets, secrets that involved this office, that involved him, and he was going to enjoy playing the game of finding out what those were, who you were.

“I don’t - nothing’s coming to mind,” you stuttered, playing with your jewelry, leaving irritated patches on your neck where it laid.

“Very well then,” Sosuke responded, rising from his chair and getting the door for you. “Let me know if you have any questions on that report.”

You scuttled to your feet, nodding once. “Thank you, sir.”

Back at your desk, you continued to fiddle with your necklace, sipping coffee and clicking through the emails he sent you to access the report and read through the details provided. You got started immediately, pushing aside all other deliverables you were working on, eager to satisfy your boss.

It was tedious work, and you got lost in it as the hours ticked by, glad for the distraction from the growing heat between your legs. So buried in your screens, you jumped when you noticed Shinji at your desk, playing with some of your decor.

“I’m so bored,” he groaned dramatically. “It’s so boring around here. Don’t ya get bored?” He sat atop your desk, making himself comfortable in your space.

“Well, sure, it’s work,” you giggled at him, turning back to your screen. “I’m not expecting to come in and have a party every day.”

After a drawn-out, quiet moment, he didn't respond. You looked his way again, puzzled by his abnormally silent presence. Shinji’s eyes were narrowed, brows furrowed, the corner of his mouth pulled up in a bemused smile, his gaze lowered at your neck.

“What is that?” He reached forward, poking your throat.

You flinched, the light brush of his fingers against your sensitive skin ticking you. “My necklace?” You laughed nervously.

“Huh uh.” He shook his head slowly, his grin turning wicked. “Those red marks on your neck. What have you been up to?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“Pervert!” You laughed in disbelief, cheeks turning red at his vulgar assumption of you. “My skin is probably just irritated. I play with my necklace and scratch there a lot,” you explained timidly.

“I see,” he mused. “Nervous habit?” He raised an eyebrow in question, as observant as your boss. At least they shared that in common, for better or worse.

“I guess it is.”

“What're ya so nervous for?” He smirked again.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I can ever relax.” You blushed deeply under his prodding gaze. Somewhere between now and when he tickled your neck, you had spun your chair around completely, away from your monitors and towards him, your work forgotten in the background.

“Your poor neck.” He frowned mockingly, tilting his head as he eyed your splotchy skin again. He reached for it for a second time, and you recoiled.

“Yer ticklish,” he realized deviously.

“Don’t,” you warned uselessly.

Shinji’s hand jabbed into the crevice of your neck, making you squeal and scrunch up. You laughed and grabbed his wrist, trying to pull him off of you, but for all of his lanky looks, he was surprisingly strong. When you had managed to wrestle his hand away, his free one was snaking around, jabbing into the side of your torso, another sensitive spot.

You became a noisy tangle of limbs with him. You both knew you were acting inappropriately, but that thought alone wasn’t enough to make it stop. It never was, it seemed. Your laughter carried through the surrounding area, alerting those nearby. Shinji had made you drop your guard, throw caution to the wind as you let your own giggles drown out the sound of the door to the executive suite opening, heavy footsteps trudging over to your desk.

“How distracting,” Sosuke’s calm voice sliced through your shenanigans.

The both of you froze. Your boss stood there, hands in his pockets, looking unimpressed with the spectacle. It made you feel like you were back at school, giggling and carrying on with your crush at the back of the quiet classroom, ignorant to the environment around you, your teacher glaring and interrupting the lesson to ask if they needed to separate the pair of you. Sosuke had come to separate. His severe presence had you scrambling away from Shinji, straightening your necklace back into place and smoothing the wrinkles out of your dress. While you were starting to sweat, jiggling your mouse to wake your monitors up again, Shinji was regaining his composure. He smirked at Sosuke over his shoulder, his stare challenging.

Sosuke gave you a tired look that said, I’ll deal with you later, before deciding to address him. “I’m seeing a lot of you today, Mr. Hirako.” It was said in a friendly tone, but subtly laced with something not-so-pleasant that neither you nor Shinji had missed.

“Why can’t ya just call me Shinji like a normal person?” He grumbled, rolling his eyes. “Ya make me feel like an old man or somethin’...”

“Don’t you have business to tend to?” Sosuke ignored his whining. “(Y/N) certainly does, and I can imagine it’s difficult for her to get anything done with you around.” Your boss looked disapprovingly from you to him.

“Yeah?” Shinji threw you a sly look before challenging Sosuke further. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re garrulous,” your boss supplied easily and apathetically. “And my dear employee here is far too sweet for her own good.” He looked at you. “You see, she doesn’t have the heart to tell you that she’s too busy for your frivolity, so allow me to do it for her.”

At that, Shinji was narrowing his eyes and clenching his fists. You looked anxiously between the two men with wide eyes, twitching at the unspoken tension hanging heavy in the air. Shinji ambled towards Sosuke, coming to stand inches away from him, staring into his eyes, deadly silent.

“I’m sorry, Sosuke,” he said just loud enough for you to hear, “for disturbing your boring little environment back here with my frivolity. My bad for making sure our poor (Y/N) here wasn't asleep at her desk trying to complete your stupid reports.”

Sosuke’s jaw clenched momentarily before he was smirking, keeping his cool. “You’re forgiven. Have a nice afternoon.”

Shinji scoffed, taking his defeat and knocking Sosuke’s shoulder as he passed by. He waved your way, “see ya later, sweetheart,” putting emphasis on the pet name, and giving Sosuke once last glare before he was stalking away.

Left alone again with your boss, he didn’t say anything right away, looking at you sternly to watch you squirm uncomfortably in your seat. You didn't say anything either, waiting for him to take the lead like you always did.

“Having trouble with that report?” He finally spoke.

“No, sir.” You reached for your necklace and hung your head in shame, shaking it slowly.

He inhaled and exhaled slowly, a pensive expression passing over his features. “My schedule is packed throughout the rest of the afternoon, but I’d like to speak with you before you leave tonight. Come see me at five. Understood?”

Your eyes widened, mouth pulling into a frown, but you agreed, “yes, sir.”

Sosuke left without another word. Safely alone again, you pulled up your messaging app and looked for your chat with Shinji. His status indicated that he was still away from his desk, probably stopping at a few others’ desks or aimlessly wandering before making it back to his own to actually get some work done. You waited for his status to change to Available before taking a swipe at your keys, behaving inappropriately again with no regard to the consequences.

You: i have to stay late to have a meeting wth Sosuke now. can’t be anything good. thanks for that!

It didn’t take long for the animated dots that meant he was typing up a reply to appear. And then came his flippant response:

Shinji Hirako: You’re welcome :P

Despite the circumstances, you had to cup a hand over your mouth to catch the quiet giggle that escaped. He was unbelievable, and you hated that you loved him for it.

You: if i get fired, i blame you

Shinji Hirako: If you get fired, you can just become my stay at home wifey

With your hand over your mouth, another surprised sound escaped. You squeezed your face, eyes trained thoughtfully on the screen at his bold words, joke or not. Before you had time to properly process his previous message, his next two came in quick succession.

Shinji Hirako: Haha

He’s not gonna fire you

You started typing up several replies, “don’t underestimate him” or “why is that?” or “no, but he might do worse,” but for whatever reason, you ended up backspacing on all of them. Sometimes it was better to say nothing, and you should have been getting back to that report anyways. If you were inquired about your progress with it at the meeting, and it looked bad, then maybe he really would have a good reason to fire you.

Still, you had a feeling that this “meeting” wasn’t going to center around your progress.

Regardless, you got back to work, busying yourself once more with the task at hand, though your thoughts ran unchecked all the while. Mindlessly, you played with your necklace, leaving angry, red patches on your throat again, and bounced your leg, overthinking it all; your questionable work ethic, your immature behavior, your feelings for the two men…

Shinji knew better than to come back after that, leaving you alone with both your anxious and lewd thoughts for the rest of the day. In a way, you were glad that he wasn't around to get you in any more trouble, but in another way, you were upset that you probably weren't going to see him again for a long while. After his confrontation with Sosuke, he may be gone from the office for an even longer period of time out of spite. You were going to miss him terribly when he was gone, the way you always did. Already, an emptiness and longing was growing inside of you at his absence.

The hours seemed to fly by, much unlike usual, what with the impending meeting with your boss. As the clock neared five and others began to pack up and file out, you lingered at your desk, heart beating erratically in your chest as you awaited your doom. You could hardly concentrate as the final minutes ticked down, resigning yourself to clicking around absentmindedly and doodling in your planner as you simply waited for the time to run out.

At exactly 4:57pm, Grimmjow came strolling over to your desk, a pleased smirk playing on his lips. “Finished with that report?” He sneered. “Or were you too busy blowing that scrawny bastard from the operations department?”

“Screw you, Grimmjow,” you bit back.

“In your dreams, brat,” he quipped, walking away before you had the chance to retort again, his maniacal laughter carrying down the hallway until he was gone for good.

The harsh interaction with him further stirred your nerves. You clumsily collected your belongings and shoved them haphazardly into your work tote, leaving only a pen and a notepad for yourself in case you needed to jot down any notes from your meeting.

An eerie silence had settled over the office when you started towards Sosuke’s suite. Most, if not all, of the others must've been gone by now, eager to get home to their families, significant others, or simply to unwind by themselves. Frowning to yourself, you thought of Shinji again. He hadn't even come by your desk to tell you bye before leaving for who knows how long.

You had to stop thinking about him, and you did for the time being, too distracted by the stern look in your boss’ dark eyes as you entered into his private office.

“Take a seat,” Sosuke ordered dispassionately. “I need to finish something up before we talk,” was all he offered before narrowing his eyes at his monitors, resuming his typing.

He was torturing you, leaving you to brood in the silence with nothing but the sound of the occasional clack of his keys or click of his mouse. You doubted he even had something to finish up, assuming instead that this was a part of his game, all planned out ahead of time. He was dragging this out, stringing you along, doing what he could to make you tick before he toyed with you even more.

And damn him, it was working. Fiddling with your jewelry was no longer enough. You were tugging at the hem of your dress, picking at a loose string and making it worse. You pulled the string longer and longer, twisting it around your finger, clenching it in your fist. It was laying against your thigh, long, wrong, pulled out from the rest, when Sosuke finally let his screens go dark.

“Oh, you won't need those.” He gestured to your pen and notepad, resting forgotten in your lap.

Blank monitors, no pen and paper. Was this really it for you? Did he pull you in here just to tell you to clean out your desk?

“Oh.” Your eyes flicked down to the unnecessary supplies, a sickly feeling rolling around in your gut. You reached for them with a shaky hand, setting them aside on the coffee table nearby. With your hands empty, you reached for the string again.

Sosuke’s attentive gaze followed the flurry of movement, landing in your lap. “Here.” He opened his drawer, coming out with a pair of scissors in hand. He came forward, kneeling before where you sat. Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed against your thigh, lifting the string away for him to cut it off. “There we go.” He smoothed over your thigh, wiping away the phantom fabric.

“Sosuke,” your voice quivered, stunned by his intimate gesture.

Slowly, he lifted his head to look at you. His eyes seemed darker than normal, making him all the more intense. He rose, towering over you.

“Why are you here?” He finally asked.

You furrowed your brows at him in question. “You wanted to meet at five.”

“No, I don’t mean why are you in my office at this time,” Sosuke corrected. “Why did you take this job? Why do you stay?” His eyes were burning into you, demanding to know what was truly inside.

It was a loaded question with a web of answers, the typical, cryptic kind that he would ask, of course. You could come up with a million reasons to give him, though at your core, you knew there was one that reigned over all the others, no matter how pathetic. The way he was looking at you, somehow delicate and harsh all at once, had you crossing your arms over your torso, caging yourself in. You chose the safe answer.

“Well, I didn’t really know what I was getting into when I started.” You remembered your first interview with him like it was yesterday, how daunted you were, how you had thought there was no way in hell he’d hire you after how nervous and messy you had been. “You gave me a chance, and I’m grateful for it every day.” It wasn’t a lie. “I like it here. You’re a good boss, I like my coworkers, I feel fulfilled with the work I do…” You shrugged, trailing off as he narrowed his eyes at your answer in silent scrutiny. Even if it was true, it was only one slice of the pie. He knew that. You knew he knew.

Sosuke was pensively silent, mulling over your words. “I see great potential in you,” he said, making your heart light up. He lowered his voice, as if his door wasn’t shut, as if there were even others around to hear. “Between us, you must know our relationship is different from the others, don’t you?”

Music to your ears that had an excited gasp shooting up your throat, you nodded fervently. “Yes, sir!” The words slipped out on instinct, so devout to him.

“But there is one thing that worries me,” he interrupted your excitement, looking stern once more.

He fell quiet, leaving you to scramble to appease him. “Please,” you begged, going so far as to clasp your hands together. “Tell me what I can do to be better.”

“You’re too easily distracted,” Sosuke said harshly.

You knew exactly what he meant, feigning cluelessness when you asked, “how do you mean?”

“Oh, come now.” He smiled wickedly, stepping closer. “Do you think I am naive?”

You continued to stare at him, eyes wide as saucers, pretending to be innocent.

“I know you have something going on with that fool Hirako,” Sosuke spat, looking disgusted by the mere mention of his name.

“Shinji?!” Your skin was on fire with the way you lied so openly. “Sosuke, no! I would never! That would be unprofessional! I care about work more, I really do!” You stammered on and on, to no avail.

“Enough.” He raised his hand to silence you. “I won’t be lied to. Tell me the truth.”

You were faltering. Lying to him was a dangerous game to play. “I - I don’t-”

“Look at you.” He came even closer, standing right before you now, making you crane your neck to look up at him from the couch. “You think I don’t notice? The way you put more effort into your appearance?” He sat at your side, slowly running a finger along the fabric covering your torso. “This dress must have been expensive. Was it expensive?”

Goosebumps scattered across your skin, courtesy of his touch. You kept your lips sealed as you nodded in response, in fear that a whimper or some other pathetic noise was going to slip out if you dared to open your mouth.

“You wanted him to see you in it, didn't you? The way it hugs your pretty figure?” He went on, whispering now, his breath fanning across your neck.

If you weren’t so stiff right now, you’d pinch yourself to confirm whether or not this was really happening. You were so shocked by his words, his compliment, his touch, that you weren’t at all. You had gone numb, your brain short-circuiting as you grasped for the last remains of sanity you held.

“No,” you answered weakly, using up the last bits of your resolve.

“I told you not to lie to me.” His lips were practically brushing your ear now, his voice dark as he squeezed your thigh in warning.

Heat was flooding into your stomach and nether regions at a rapid, almost sickening pace. Your straight-laced boss - he was turning you into a puddle of emotions, stripping you of any reason. You were both entering new territory, a point of no return.

“I did want him to see,” you finally admitted in a small voice, turning away from him as shame burned into your cheeks. “And you. I wanted you to see too.”

You refused to look at him, mentally preparing for something unfavorable as silence dragged on. Then his hand was on your jaw, forcing you to look his way as he squeezed your cheeks in his large hand.

“You’ve been such a bad fucking girl,” he growled, shocking your senses. “Are you wet right now, thinking about both of us?”

Your eyes widened, a twinge of fear and arousal piercing your insides. You had thought you were at the point of no return before, but this was the true crossing of the threshold now. I told you not to lie to me, his words replayed in your head as his eyes pierced yours.

“Yes!” You cried out.

Sosuke was torturing you, giving you no hint as to what he felt. “I’ve treated you so well. Too well.” He squeezed your cheeks so hard it hurt, reluctantly releasing you to order, “get on your knees.”

You knew better than to disobey him, falling to the floor without hesitation. He stood up in front of you, his hands moving to his waist to undo his belt. It was happening so fast, you could hardly process that this was what you had always wanted, chest heaving up and down in anticipation as he took his hardening cock out in front of you, gripping it at the base. Mouth parted, you stared at it in awe and reverence. He grabbed the back of your head, gripping your hair, tilting your head up, eyes up here.

“Do you want to be my good girl again?”

“Yes!”

“Then open wide.”

Sosuke pushed himself past your lips calmly, not stopping until the tip was hitting the back of your throat, making you gag, but you had to be good for him. He let slip a low groan, pulling himself out just to repeat the motion, pushing his pelvis into your face. You put your hands on his thighs to anchor yourself, mouth impossibly full, drool coating his length and dripping onto the floor as he slowly forced your mouth onto him over and over again.

“Just like that,” he praised, though he was still the one doing all the work, fucking your face. “That’s my good girl.”

Your pussy was clenching around nothing, making you hum against him. He inhaled sharply at the vibration, pushing in to the hilt, making tears spring from your eyes. He only picked up the pace, ruthlessly filling your small mouth with his massive cock, watching as he ruined the makeup you spent so much time on for him. His grip on your hair became brutal as well, steeling himself as you slobbered and cried around him. Through your bleary, tear-soaked eyes, you watched him unravel, gasping and panting and groaning, losing himself. It egged you on, had you soaking in your panties as you witnessed this new side of your boss, always so poised and collected, breaking down, his walls crumbling just for you.

“I knew you’d be good at sucking my cock,” he growled, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Don’t fucking stop - not until my cum’s spilling down your throat.”

You were prepared to comply, no matter how you struggled, when the door to his office burst open, fumbling your plans. At the sound of somebody’s entrance, you squeaked around Sosuke’s cock, releasing him with a pop! You looked just long enough to identify the trespasser before hiding your tear-and-drool-soaked face against your boss’ thigh in horror.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Shinji’s voice was higher than normal, sounding equally as alarmed as you at the sight before his eyes. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” He repeated.

To your surprise, Sosuke remained calm despite the fact that his dick was hanging out of his pants for all to see and coated in your saliva no less. His hand was still curled in your hair, holding onto you protectively as you shielded your face from your coworker. “You’re interrupting our meeting,” he supplied casually. “Where are your manners? It’s common courtesy to knock before entering someone’s-”

“Don’t give me that shit,” Shinji snapped, sounding out of breath. “Ya call this a meeting?! This is - this is-” He spluttered on, the first time you had ever heard him at a loss for words.

You lifted your head from Sosuke’s thigh, daring to take a peek at Shinji. He made eye contact with you almost immediately, worry passing over his features. Sosuke’s hand tightened in your hair.

“Is there anyone else in the office?” He asked.

“No.” Shinji glared at him, his fists balled at his sides. “Yer taking advantage of her!” He accused angrily. “I swear to God, Sosuke, I’ll kill-”

“Will you please stop shouting?” Sosuke sighed. “It’s giving me a headache.”

“Bastard-”

“If you’re not going to join, then go home,” he interrupted him again, shocking the both of you.

You never imagined that Aizen was the type to share. Maybe it was his way of saving his own ass.

You looked to your boss, still searching for a tell of what was on his mind, at the same time that Shinji incredulously asked, “Join? Join?!”

“Oh, yes.” Sosuke smirked. “She wants you too.” Sosuke looked your way, gently petting your head for encouragement. “Don’t be shy now, sweet girl. Tell him.”

You hesitantly looked to Shinji again, prepared to admit the truth, but it all felt too overwhelming, the way he looked at you, eyes full of sadness and longing and anger and confusion, and Sosuke’s soft touch, the taste of him still in your mouth. Your skin was on fire. You couldn’t face him like this, and Sosuke was right there, towering over you, making you feel so small. You tucked your head into his thigh again.

“I told you she was too sweet for her own good,” he said on your behalf. “Can’t even admit how filthy she is - needs me to do it for her.” That strict look was in his eyes again. “Stand up,” he commanded you, smiling when you so willingly obeyed.

Shinji still hadn’t figured out his place, standing frozen and panicked, his normal air of confidence so crudely stripped away. He had met his own point of no return, walking in upon the pair of you and choosing to remain.

“Take off her clothes,” Sosuke told Shinji.

He blanched. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

You stood. Waiting. But Shinji waited for something too. The air had become thick and stuffy.

He met your eye again, that same worried look from before returning. “(Y/N),” he cooed your name. “Did he - did he threaten you?” He frowned, coming forward cautiously. “I mean - did he say you’d be fired if-”

“No,” you cut him off, finally finding the courage to speak again. “I want this. I want you. If - if you want to…”

“Holy shit,” Shinji muttered under his breath, never taking his eyes off you. “Seriously?”

You nodded.

He still didn’t move, hesitating. Like Sosuke, you were seeing a different side of him now, though it took a different shape. His cockiness seemed foreign in this moment, lost in the wake of his concern.

“I’m getting impatient,” Sosuke interrupted whatever was taking place. “Take off her clothes, Hirako, or I will. I’m making you a generous offer.”

Shinji glared, but before he could retort, you were pulling him back. “Shinji,” his name dripping with adoration, “it’s okay. I want this,” you reminded.

“Fuck,” he released a shaky breath, hands trembling with adrenaline. “Okay, but you’ll tell me if ya change yer mind?”

You nodded, holding back a giggle as you thought, oh, I definitely won’t change my mind.

“Can’t believe this is happening,” he muttered to himself as he went towards you, his slender fingers still jittery as they reached for your body.

“Oh.” You spun around for him. “It unzips.”

A soft, strangled sound escaped his lips as he grabbed ahold of the zipper, slowly pulling it down to reveal more and more of your body. You weren’t wearing a bra.

It unzipped completely open, splitting the fabric in two. He inhaled sharply as your backside, clad in nothing but a g-string, became exposed to him. You turned around to face him, letting the rest of your dress drop off of your front and onto the floor.

Your nipples stood at attention, sensitive to the cold air. Pink coated his cheeks as he looked anywhere but at them in an attempt to be noble, though you were all way past that. You went to reach for your thong, but a hand stopped you, grabbing your wrist in a harsh grip and holding it up and out of the way.

“You forgot a piece,” Sosuke told Shinji, curling a finger through the string of fabric resting against your hip.

“This feels wrong,” he said weakly, staring at you, yet again, with concern.

“Oh, it is,” Sosuke chuckled smoothly. “But let’s not pretend you don’t want this, Hirako.” His smile was sinister, challenging. His eyes flicked downward, eyeing the bulge in Shinji’s pants. Like a pervert, you looked too, mouth watering at the sight.

Shinji’s cheeks became impossibly hotter as he scowled at Sosuke. Furious and embarrassed, his jaw twitched, ticking as he struggled to figure out his next move.

“You can watch us if you’d prefer,” your boss offered.

That offer helped him decide. “I’m no cuck,” Shinji growled, yanking you towards him and pulling your panties down with vigor, making you gasp excitedly.

He grabbed your hips, ordering, “Jump.” You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist, your bare heat catching on the soft fabric of his dress clothes, making you whimper. He was surprisingly strong, given how long and lanky he was, holding you with ease, his arms wrapped possessively around you as his expression of worry faded back into his usual smirk. “Where should I put her?”

“On my desk, with her head hanging off,” your boss instructed, already beginning to clear some of his things off of it. “She has business to finish, since you so rudely interrupted.”

Shinji did as he said, but otherwise ignored him, his attention on you. He gently laid you across his desk as Sosuke added, “you can do whatever you want with her pussy,” kicking the rest of his pants off and taking his cock back into his hand.

For emphasis, you spread your legs, making Shinji hiss. Sosuke came to stand in front of your head, holding it up with one hand and positioning his length in the other. As he did so, Shinji tested the waters, running his finger through your slick, causing your thighs to twitch preemptively.

“Yer already so wet,” he groaned. “Fuck.”

You couldn’t reply as Sosuke shoved himself back into your mouth, gliding in and out, a hand on your throat to feel himself. Your sounds of struggle and pleasure resumed, like electric shocks to Shinji’s dick growing in his pants.

“My poor baby,” he purred. “I’ll take care of ya.”

You cried out in surprise around Sosuke’s cock as something that could only be Shinji’s tongue, wet and warm, along with a cold piece of metal, ran through your folds to collect your juices. He took your clit into his mouth, delicately sucking the bundle of nerves. Your quivering thighs threatened to clamp on his head, but he pinned them down to the cool desk, forcing you to be still as he drooled on your pussy while you drooled on Sosuke.

The room became even hotter, filled with nothing but the sounds of wet sucking, pants, and groans. It was getting difficult to breathe, your throat sore from Sosuke’s constant pounding into it, but it was easier to take with the way Shinji worked on your lower half, pushing a slender finger into your walls as his tongue flicked against your sensitive bud.

“I’m getting close,” Sosuke informed breathlessly.

Shinji groaned into your sex as your walls tightened around his finger. “Someone likes the sound of that,” he chuckled against you, clearly more at ease now that he had such a delicious way to occupy himself.

“Let go of her,” Sosuke snarled at him, frenzied by his approaching orgasm. “I want her on her knees when she takes my cum. I want to watch her swallow it.”

Shinji’s teeth grazed your heat as he bared his teeth angrily at Sosuke. “Fine,” he relented, pulling away from your throbbing pussy, but not without a quick, parting kiss to your inner thigh.

Sosuke made quick work of pulling himself out of your mouth, only to manhandle you off of his desk and plop you onto your shaky legs. He didn’t have to tell you what to do next. You eagerly got to your knees and opened your mouth again.

“Good girl,” Sosuke grunted, thrusting himself back in as he mercilessly rode out the rest of his ride.

You were gagging and crying, dripping onto the floor. Distantly, you heard the clinks of Shinji’s belt in the background and the dull thud of clothes hitting the floor. Your boss’ thrusts became erratic, his balls slapping against your chin with each thrust. He slowed, cock twitching in your mouth before his juices were emptied, coating your tongue and throat. He pulled out, groaning and panting, demanding you, “show me.” You obediently stuck your tongue out, showing him his own essence before he was delicately closing up your jaw. “Now swallow.” You did, giving him proof that it was gone by opening your mouth to him again.

“My sweet little thing,” he cooed, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

Slow, deliberate footsteps neared. “Now it’s us who have been interrupted.” Shinji came back into the picture, placing his hand on your head, claiming you as his own now.

Sosuke’s hand dropped away from your face when you looked up at Shinji and whined instinctively, his lean figure now bare, his length hanging, long and curved, between his legs, so near and dear to you. He grinned confidently, taking your face in his hand, much like Sosuke did earlier. “Ya wanna go for a ride on it, sweetheart?”

“What makes you think you get to fuck her first?” Sosuke interjected furiously, loosening his tie to take off his remaining clothing.

“I’m the one who worked her open!” Shinji defended.

“I don’t care what you did,” the brunette lashed out.

“Why don’t we let her decide?” The blonde raised an eyebrow at you.

“Me?!” You choked out, looking to your boss for permission.

His eyes darkened in warning, quickly replaced by a complacent smile. “Sure. Tell us, love. Whose cock do you want first?”

There was a clear answer, a threat in Sosuke’s eyes. If you picked Shinji, Sosuke wouldn’t let you off the hook for it. If you picked Sosuke, sure, it might hurt Shinji, but deep down, you knew he’d still be soft with you. You knew the choice you had to make.

And you made the opposite of it.

You met Shinji’s eyes. He raised his eyebrows, showing the slightest hint of surprise that you were really choosing him. You nodded nervously, ignoring whatever affronted expression Sosuke was wearing. “Yours.”

“That’s my girl,” he sighed with relief, helping you to your feet. You both turned to Sosuke.

He was smiling, starting to unbutton his top. “You’ll come to regret your decision, princess,” he chuckled gruffly, finishing undressing.

“What are you suggesting?” Shinji narrowed his eyes at him.

“I’m going in somewhere,” Sosuke answered easily. “She has two holes.”

Your eyes went wide. The thought of taking both of their sizable lengths at once intimidated you. You only wanted to be good for them.

“Do ya at least have lube or something?” Shinji asked Sosuke, squeezing your hand.

“Yes, Shinji, I have lube in my office.”

“Ya don’t have ta be a smartass about it…” He rolled his eyes. “If you’re going to do that, let me work on her a bit beforehand.”

“Be quick about it,” your boss huffed.

Shinji guided you over to the couch, pulling you onto his lap. Sosuke stood by, slowly pumping his length to get it upright again, watching you.

“This might feel a little uncomfortable,” Shinji warned before taking his middle finger into his mouth, sucking on it and letting his spit dribble down before circling your other hole with it.

You whimpered at the foreign sensation, leaning into him until your breasts were pressed to his chest as he slowly pushed his wet finger just past the entrance.

“Ha, ah!” You squirmed against him, face scrunching up and your puffy pussy brushing the curve of his dick ever so slightly.

“Sh - shit,” he groaned. “You okay?”

“Mhm.” You didn’t sound too convincing, your eyes squeezed shut tightly.

“Gonna go deeper,” Shinji communicated.

“Okay.”

He pushed his finger in further, making you squeak and bite down onto his shoulder. He was moving it in and out, trying to work the tight muscle open as best as he could. It was pressure unlike anything you had ever experienced before. You were sinking down into his lap, trying to create some sort of friction on your aching clit as a distraction, making him grunt and whine impatiently.

“Please,” you begged him, crying into his shoulder. “Want your cock”

“Look at how slutty you’re acting,” Sosuke spat from behind. “Enough,” he ripped Shinji’s hand from your hole, eliciting a pained whine from you. “This is taking too long.” He kneeled down, spitting on your ass before gathering the liquid and pushing it back into your hole with two fingers.

You screeched and spasmed, clutching onto Shinji for support, biting into his neck now. He howled, wrapping his arms around you to hold you in place as Sosuke spit another glob onto your hole, clumsily fucking it into you again with his fingers. Your hips moved against Shinji’s of their own volition, seeking pleasure as Sosuke gave you pain. Shinji gripped them hard, trying to still your movement as his cock awaited to be sheathed in your gushing walls.

“Hang on, doll,” he panted, his restraint wavering. “Let’s wait for Sosuke to finish up, yeah?”

“But I want you now!” You cried to him.

“Greedy little brat.” Sosuke bit your ass, hard.

“Just fuck me!” You wailed. “Both of you! I can’t take it anymore!”

You didn’t need to tell your boss twice. He rose from where he stood, releasing your hole. “Don’t make her wait any longer,” he told Shinji, his voice hoarse and direct. “Turn sideways.”

Shinji repositioned the both of you so that Sosuke had room to get behind. He lifted you ever so slightly, allowing your boss to align his cock in between your cheeks while he aligned his with your swollen folds.

“Bite me, scratch me, whatever you need to do,” Shinji said softly, looking at you with tender affection. “I’m right here. Use me however you need.”

You were about to shake your head at him when Sosuke entered you from behind, his fat cock bullying its way into your tight little hole. “How sweet,” he mocked. It was an impossible, painful, fit. You rocked forward, sobbing into Shinji’s chest, sinking down onto his tip.

“Why are you crying, my love?” Sosuke murmured ominously into your neck. “This is what you wanted, is it not?”

“Leave her be, Sosuke,” Shinji scolded. “She’s just overwhelmed is all, huh baby?”

“Don’t tell me what she is and she isn’t. You forget, she’s mine.” He wrapped his hand around your throat possessively.

In defiance, Shinji sank further into you, stuffing you absurdly full. Between the two of them, you felt as if you were being split open. You took Shinji up on his offer, using him as your anchor, clawing at his shoulders, sinking your teeth into the sensitive skin behind his ears as you wailed with pleasure and pain.

“You okay?” He asked you, pain in his own voice as you dug your nails and teeth into him and as he held back from pounding into you from below.

You didn’t have a straight answer for him. You both were and you weren’t, in ecstasy and in hell. You were certain your body couldn’t handle more, tightening around the intrusions in both holes, and yet, here you were, taking it, stretching wider than you ever had to accommodate your men.

“Answer him,” Sosuke murmured from behind, breath hot against your neck.

“I’m,” you hesitated, searching for the right word. “I’m so - so full.”

“Want me to stop?” Shinji asked quickly.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sosuke scoffed at him. “She’s fine. You insult her. I know my girl. She can take it. Can’t you, darling?”

“Uh huh!” You were lifting your head and nodding, heavily lidded eyes meeting Shinji’s.

At your affirmation, Sosuke started to force himself in and out of you with more vigor. He went about it surprisingly gently, not too fast, not too hard, at least not right away. He was even nice enough to hold you place, relatively still, so as not to make it difficult for Shinji to begin rocking into you just the same.

Your eyes fluttered shut, mouth parted as a string of pants, moans, and whines tumbled out. Your noises of pleasure were like another affirmation, this one for Shinji. He too began to fuck into you, slower than Sosuke, still careful not to hurt you. He gripped your hips tightly, steeling himself to your body as your warmth enveloped him.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Yer doing so well, baby.”

It was all you wanted to hear, all you needed to hear - that you were doing well, that you were good for them. You’d do anything, no matter how absurd, so long as they reminded you of how good you were being. And it was absurd, how you were sandwiched between them now, stuffed beyond what you ever thought was possible, flushed with arousal, embarrassment, and something else - was this love?

Shinji kissed you at the same time that he brought his fingers to your clit, massaging the sensitive area. Your eyes were shut as his tongue explored yours, oblivious to all else but the sounds and sensations of their low groaning, grunting, and growling, and rhythmic thrusts into you. Sosuke slapped your ass from behind, reminding you that he was still there, having you squealing into Shinji’s mouth. It was all blissfully overstimulating, causing that familiar, tightening heat to build in your core.

You were quickly turning into brain-dead putty between them, your mind and body at a disconnect, or maybe your mind wasn’t there at all. It always scared you a little bit, how you essentially lost control of yourself. It made you attempt to claw your way back to reality.

“Shinji,” you whined, pushing his hand away from your clit. You knew he’d listen. “I - I can’t.”

“Can’t what?” He slowed, forcing you to look at him.

“She’s going to cum soon,” Sosuke interrupted, grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back, effectively trapping you. “Don’t stop.”

To your surprise and horror, Shinji listened to him, resuming his brutal pace both on your clit and inside you. You shrieked and cried, held upright only with how tightly your bodies were pressed together. Your thighs trembled and eyes rolled back with the threat of your orgasm.

“S’okay,” Shinji whispered to you, kissing along your jaw and neck tenderly. “Yer gonna be okay. I’ve got you.”

Sosuke held your wrists together with one hand, reaching around you to take one of your breasts in his other, overwhelming you further. “You know I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he promised, kissing your temple. “You can let go. You’ve been so good for us.”

With them filling you up and their hands and lips and bodies all over you on the outside, it didn’t take much longer for you to tip over the edge with no other choice. You shrieked and spasmed, nothing but a fidgeting, whining animal as they both continued to plunge into you.

“That’s it,” Shinji hummed shakily. “Atta girl.”

“Hang on just a little longer, honey,” Sosuke’s voice sounded muffled behind you. “Let us finish.”

You melted, stuck between them, hardly clinging to consciousness as they both rode out the rest of their highs. Shinji’s came first, with him pulling out of you to shoot all over his own stomach, and then Sosuke, pushing you down onto the couch to coat your ass and lower back, marking you as his in his own sick way. And of course, you adored him for it, looking back at him with hearts for pupils.

“Sweet thing.” He pet your hair and caressed your shoulders. “You did so well. You know that?”

You nodded to him, too fucked-out for words. He gave you a smile that told you he knew.

“Stay still,” he ordered. “I’ll clean you up.”

“Get me while you’re at it,” Shinji chimed in from above you. You could hear the grin in his voice.

Sosuke gathered a wad of tissues from his desk and unceremoniously tossed them Shinji’s way. “Help yourself,” he huffed, before gathering fresh ones for you.

He delicately wiped the remains of his essence from you, taking care to smooth his hands over the curve of your bum in the process. Distantly, you could hear Shinji shuffling around and grumbling under his breath, moving to put his clothes back on. Sosuke was slower to do so, in no hurry to be free of this space, to be free of you.

You reluctantly rose from where you laid in search for your dress and panties. When you looked up, Shinji already had them in hand, your panties dangling from his fingers and your dress draped over the back of your boss’ desk chair. He came forward, wordlessly kneeling down at your feet to pull the garment over your ankles and up your legs, dressing you just as softly as he undressed you. He retrieved your dress and put that on next, zipping it up, slowly bringing the two separated halves together again.

“Thank you,” you sighed quietly when he was done.

“Anytime, doll,” he whispered.

To your pleasant surprise, the elevator ride down with the two of them wasn’t as awkward as you anticipated. You fell into a comfortable, content, satisfied silence. You had a lot of questions, but in a way, you didn’t need them answered. The truth always had its way of coming out when it was ready.

But there was one thing you were curious about, something that couldn’t wait. You looked at Shinji, eyes full of hope. “Are you gonna come in tomorrow?” Sosuke was waiting too, watching him just as expectantly as you were.

“I wasn't planning on it,” he replied, making your heart sink. Then he turned your way, grinning. “But, I can stop by.”

You beamed. Sosuke scoffed.

“Got something to say, Sosuke?” Shinji chuckled bitterly.

The elevator doors opened, and he stepped out, hardly looking over his shoulder as he said, “see you tomorrow, Hirako.”

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