Hiyori and shinji relationship problems

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When Rukia ends their relationship, Ichigo falls into a pit of despair. Will Hiyori My friend, DirectHit, wrote an Ichigo x Hiyori story and wondered what my IchiHiyori would look like. "Hello, Shinji? . "See that's the problem. Less responsibilities and expectations on all sides, less problems for him to deal with overall. Shinji doesn't like to force stuff like interpersonal relationships. . too since by then he was already used to Hiyori hitting him way harder than that. Characters/Pairing: Sarugaki Hiyori and Hirako Shinji just about anyone who was not aware of the intimate relationship between the two blondes, it saddened Shinji slightly, he made no further attempt to pursue the issue.

I got the documents you asked for, Captain Hirako. I really appreciate it. He really wanted to make sure that he made Hiyori look as ridiculous as possible. He couldn't wait to go and post it on the Twelfth Division Notice Board to show it off. The vice-captain remained where she stood, her eyes boring into Shinji's back. It unnerved the older man more than he would have liked.

It actually reminded him a little of Aizen. Yes, what is it? I can't really focus on my work while you're just standing there, y'know. Please forgive me, Captain!

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I just wanted to know if there was something else you needed from me! Please don't be mad! Shinji sighed; he wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to having such a girl as his lieutenant. Sure, she was dependable and very trustworthy, and Shinji knew that Hinamori trusted him back, but he really wished that Aizen hadn't done what he did to her. She'll never be the same again, and this was one of those times where it really showed.

Shinji reached out, and gave her a comforting pat on the head. Do you want something in return for helping me? I'm willing to assist you. Very gradually, Hinamori began to calm down. What is wrong with you? You tried to kill you several times; he doesn't give a damn about you, so you shouldn't about him!

Didn't I tell you this already? Of course, she promptly tried to kick him between the legs next, but he had already anticipated her move and quickly had her pinned lightly against the bed, straddling her smaller form at the hips and holding her arms over her head with one large, long fingered hand. No violence in bed. Bad girl," he told her with a teasing tsk.

Her face reddened further, and she looked very much in danger of letting out a torrent of swear words anytime soon. It certainly hadn't been easy tricking it out of her — he had to defeat her in battle to get her to submit willingly to him — but he had managed it in the initial stages of their tentative relationship, and now, she could not go back on her word, much to her frustration. Then, he lowered his golden head and bit down lightly on her bared shoulder next.

She gasped, her stomach tightening at the exquisite sensation. Her eyes darkened when he brushed his mouth against her skin, his free hand lazily caressing her bare thigh at the same time. Her breathing quickened and her hands curled into fists by her sides. He kissed her scapulae, then her clavicle, her neck; slow, open mouthed kisses with hints of tongue and teeth, and a shaky sigh escaped her.

The earlier playful mood was dissipating fast; he was intent now, his half lidded, golden eyes sharpening with acute interest as he focused his attention on the small female sprawled under him. He lifted his head slightly from the side of her neck and slowly, deliberately, nipped the edge of her jaw this time, fully aware of how sensitive she was to such ministrations, and she quickly snapped.

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One moment he was the aggressor, and the next, she had pulled free of his hold and he was shoved unceremoniously onto his back. She was on him in an instant, a fierce little growl thrumming at the back of her throat, straddling his lean, narrow hips and smashing her mouth against his. Like everything else she did in life, she was aggressive in her passion, straightforward and completely unapologetic, and he knew exactly what to do to draw it right out of her.

Her neck, shoulders and upper back were her erogenous zones; for a seemingly childlike body, her trigger often hit her so hard and fast that the first time he unknowingly unleashed her on himself, the experience that resulted right after nearly made his head spin from the sheer intensity of it.

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His little brat was an animal in bed. But then again, so was he. He welcomed her raw, unfettered desire for him, encouraged it, inflamed it with his own, his spiritual pressure flaring with pleasure, cast out like a net and deliberately ensnaring hers tightly. His long, narrow hands came up to frame her face, holding her in place so that he could ravage her mouth with hunger, but she bit him the moment he tried to take control and quickly pulled away instead.

Licking the tiny drops of his blood from her reddened mouth, she leaned back and gave him a cocky little smirk. Shinji slowly ran his tongue across his lower lip where she had nicked him. The metallic tang of blood stirred his senses and aroused the wilder emotions in him.

He chuckled, his eyes glowing with the intensity of his growing lust. His cravat that had been abandoned on the side table was snatched up and, in less than a blink of an eye, she had his hands tightly bound to the bedposts over his head, much to his surprise.

Sitting back on her heels to survey her handiwork, she seemed quite smugly pleased with what she saw. Now you're my prisoner. You do know that this is not gonna hinder me at all, right? But ya shitty piece of neck cloth costs a fortune, right? If you force your way out; it'll tear. She had a point there. Her grin widened, and she licked her lips. His rangy, toned form was revealed to her hungry eyes, his body taut and warm under her hands, and he watched her face with smug masculine pride as desire flushed her cheeks and darkened her gaze.

He caught her eye then, and gave her a cheeky smirk. Hiyori paused, looking slightly uncertain. This seducing thing was not coming to her as easily as she thought it would.

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Kneeling between his legs, she reached for the hem of her garment and defiantly tugged it over her head in one swift maneuver, in the process, revealing that she had been wearing absolutely nothing at all under his old dress shirt. It was not the first time he had seen her naked, but she had always had that undeniable effect on him, and having her so close and completely nude before him was already making his blood heat up in ways not even the most beautiful women in the world could.

Her form was small and lithe, her legs slender and long for her height, her hips softly curved and shapely. Contrary to popular belief, she actually possessed a delicate and feminine build under that shapeless, tomboyish tracksuit that she commonly favored. She was also not entirely flat like an airport runway like most had assumed; she had a tiny bosom, yes, but it was just perfect for her slight, fae-like build and more than enough to prove that she was a woman through and through.

Her waist was absolutely tiny and, as always, she looked like a little doll to him, so deceptively fragile but yet held enough strength in her to fight and ferociously defend those around her if need be.

It never failed to astound him that there was such fierce pride and spirit encased in that small body of hers. You just sit there and watch.

She would give him one he wouldn't forget anytime soon. Hopefully, those magazines of Lisa's were correct and men actually liked to see what she was about to do. Hiyori took a deep, calming breath and emptied her mind of her frustrations, then closed her eyes and visualized her lover right in front of her, exactly as she would sometimes during those lonely nights where her body was aching for his attention and he wasn't around to satisfy her needs.

She was going to ignore him? How was that going to work, he wondered with curious amusement, and then his eyes widened with dawning realization when she slowly, tentatively, started to touch herself.

The light bulb over his head abruptly blinked on with stark clarity. Suddenly, this wasn't all that funny anymore. She started out small at first, tilting her head slightly to the side and baring the slender column of her neck to his view, then unhurriedly caressing her throat and collarbone with tender fingers. Her face was already starting to flush, her other hand playing teasingly with the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. The slender digits on her neck drifted downwards to her chest, her hand covering and lightly squeezing one small, perfectly formed breast before nimble fingers plucked and played with the rosy nipple, already beaded and tightly puckered from the cold air, sensitive beyond belief.

A small, shivery breath escaped her lips, a growing expression of pleasure seeping into her upturned face as she concentrated on the sensations wrought on her aroused body. Shinji was watching her intently now, no longer smiling, as she pleasured herself. The fingers of her other hand were drawing little circles higher and higher up the flesh of her inner thigh, and he stared, dry mouthed, as she slowly parted her lean legs just a bit more to reveal the moist, dewy treasure sitting at the apex.

She slowly, lazily, probed at the sleek flesh with her index finger, then parted herself and rubbed her thumb over the small little bud that sat high over her labia, now flushed and blood-filled with growing excitement and arousal. A small grimace creased her forehead as she struggled to hold on to the fleeting sensations of pleasure, and then she let out a quiet moan when she finally slipped a finger into herself. Her hips twitched as she slowly moved the small digit in and out of her body, and propping her heels against the bed to stabilize herself, she spread her legs apart just a bit wider, then eased another finger into her tight channel, biting her lower lip to stifle the little pleasured mew that followed.

His ears caught the arousing sound as surely as if he was the one who had caused it. He was stiff with tension and arousal as he watched her continue to touch herself, a look of wondrous rapture covering her heated features, her eyes still squeezed tightly shut as she masturbated.

He wondered what she was thinking at that moment, who she was seeing behind her eyelids, and suddenly, he was quite infuriated by his restraints.

Her eyes slowly opened, the rich ochre dazed and fogged up by alluring lust, and for a moment, he didn't think that she even registered his presence. You aren't begging yet. He froze in place, his attention completely fixed on what she was doing to herself, the blood rushing in his ears — the little sounds she was making — the scent and sight and smell of her making him almost dizzy with reciprocating desire for her. The need to touch her himself was getting overwhelming, and all he could think of was to hell with it; if she wanted him to beg, then he would gladly worship her on his hands and knees.

Shinji did not even hesitate. There was an abrupt, distinct sound of tearing fabric, and then, before she could react, she was already caught and pulled under him. She squawked in surprise, her eyes widening in shock. He chose to ruin his cravat! He took the hand that she had been using to touch herself earlier and immediately engulfed her index and middle fingers in his hot mouth, his tongue lapping at the damp evidence of her arousal-coated digits and causing her breath to hitch.

He pulled her fingers out with a pop, now slick with his saliva, and then he gave her a narrow-eyed stare. Will you hurry up and fuck me now? I'm going to love you," he corrected her. He was surprisingly straight-laced when it came to such matters. Her hands slipped down to his narrow waist to ease him out of his underwear, tugging the cloth loose and freeing him from the confines of the fundoshi. Much to her pleasure and excitement, he was already fully erect and turgid, though before she could touch him, he pulled her hands away.

His mouth worked magic on hers, his thin lips slanting against her own again and again, igniting a fierce fire between the two lovers. He was being very dominating and possessive, his pierced tongue sweeping into her mouth and claiming her with thorough, decisive heat and desire — it turned her on like nothing could.

He was so much larger than her admittedly diminutive self, and when he held her down like that, she could sense nothing but him. He surrounded her wholly, and she felt like she was drowning in him. The complete loss of control in exchange for absolute pleasure was both terrifying and amazing at the same time, and even though it been almost two years since she had first jumped him and lost her virginity to him, she still felt that same wondrous thrill.

His big hand with those long, narrow fingers engulfed her chest then, the warm, callused palm brushing against her sensitive nipple, and she arched into his touch, a muffled sound of want reverberating from her throat. He pulled his mouth away from hers and ducked down, his hot mouth covering her other rosy nipple, his wet tongue swirling against the hardened tip with hungry fervor, his lips wrapped around the tender flesh and suckling furiously, and she jerked under him.

Her hands flew up to his hair, fingers tangling amongst the fine, golden strands so unlike her own thicker, unrulier hair, and holding on for dear life, the smaller blonde nearly jumped out of her skin when he spread her legs apart, cupped her with his hand, and then quickly pushed his middle finger right into her, so deeply that his knuckle rubbed against her slick entrance.

He curled the long digit that he had inside her, and Hiyori squeezed her eyes shut and nearly bit through her tongue to keep from yelling at the unexpected pleasure. He started to move his hand then, making sure to stroke her thoroughly from the inside, and she moaned helplessly.

Lifting his head from her breast, the Shinigami watched his lover writhe under him, the look on her face stark with pleasure and lust, and had to check himself from the instinctive urge to react to her incredibly sexy expression, her feline ochre eyes severely dilated, her cheeks flushed, her lips red, her hair spread around her like a golden halo.

He was very aroused; she felt so slippery and warm and tight around his finger, and it had been so long since he last had her. Sliding another finger into her snug passage, he prepared her for his lovemaking, priming her small body for penetration — she was so delicate compared to himself, and a part of him was always mindful not to hurt her whenever they had sex.

She never seemed to care about that though, and, much to his chagrin, gave every indication that she liked it better when he was being rough with her. Hiyori felt like she was about to explode with pleasure very soon. He was teasing her badly — she was so close but he was intentionally withholding, touching her so slowly and deliberately that she was going to go mad from the tension.

How dare he appear so calm when she was feeling so frantic and restless and going utterly mad with lust?! He would probably pay later for teasing her, but she was extremely cute like this. I'm giving you something to think about the next time you decide to touch yourself.

Need quickly won out. Pride was a cold bedmate, after all, and she had missed him. She drew up her legs, the insides of her knees brushing against the sides of his narrow waist, and then she reached down and wrapped her small hand around his hard length. Despite his deceptively nonchalant demeanor earlier, he was painfully aroused. She squeezed him lightly, and a minute shiver ran through his lean, rangy frame. Tense, he mounted her, and she guided him to her waiting entrance.

He paused and looked at her. She quickly nodded her consent, and he started to enter her. Her body was tight, hot, and clung to him like a second skin. Shinji felt like he was in heaven and hell at the same time. She was small and so snug, and her taut, inner muscles rippled around him as he penetrated her, as if trying to resist his invasion of her and pull him in even deeper at the same time.

At last, he hilted himself completely in her, stilling briefly to enjoy the intoxicating sensation, but she quickly started to squirm impatiently under him. His long-fingered, narrow hands grasped her hips firmly, holding her down on the bed as he slowly withdrew from her, inch by glorious, painstaking inch; the delicious friction made his spine tingle with pleasure and a husky groan spill from his throat.

She arched under him, her back curving beautifully from the mattress, her hands fisting the sheets, an answering whine forming on her lips, her expression one of carnal rapture. He leaned over and caught her mouth in a hungry kiss, swallowing her cries of passion as he started to move in earnest, joining back with her once more with a strong flex of his lean flanks, then separating, repeating the motions again and again and again, gaining speed and momentum as lust and need quickly took over.

She moved along with him, wrapping her legs around his waist, her slender ribcage rising up and down quickly as she panted with exertion, struggling against him for more of the intoxicating ecstasy. His thrusts were sure and powerful, driving her further into the bedspreads with each hard jerk of his hips, but she took them all with eager fervor, grinding against him frantically in return as the hot, liquid tension building in her lower belly grew more and more. It felt so damn good. She broke the kiss then, turning her face into his shoulder and sinking her teeth into corded muscle there.

He hissed, his fingers digging into her hips, but he did not stop moving. He filled her so completely, and she was starting to become overwhelmed by his size and form. He, too, was starting to feel the familiar urgency quickening his blood; the way her body was gripping him drove him absolutely insane — she was wrapped tightly around him like a velvet glove, her inner muscles grasping him with such amazing heat and slickness that he didn't think that he could bear it for very long.

Still intimately joined to her, he wrapped a strong arm around her waist and abruptly reversed their positions, rolling under her so that she was now astride him.