You picked out a folded piece of paper, and read out: Kyouka Suigetsu. Many gasps went up from the crowd, everyone knowing all too well who you got. You noticed the evil overlord, ex-fifth division captain get up and walk into the closet. You got up and hesitantly followed him. As soon as the door was closed behind you, you sat down at one corner, and tried to keep away from Aizen. But Sousuke Aizen is the kind who would do anything to get what he wanted. He walked up to where you were sitting, and you wondered how he could tell his way in the dark so efficiently. "What do you want...?" you asked, when he leaned into your face in an intimidating manner. "I want..." and before you could think of a legit reaction, his lips had pressed themselves against yours. Whether you had a reply or not, it was of no use now. "You smell very nice...(y/n)..." And after hearing that praise spoken in his husky drawl, you finally understood what had Hinamori Momo completely and utterly under his spell. As you felt yourself being pulled up off the ground and shoved against the wall, you couldn't tell whether he was using Kyouka Suigetsu or not, when he noticed you eyeing his sword. "No, my dear...I haven't used it yet..." he spoke. "But clearly, my mere presence has you spellbound...I don't think there would be much difference if I used my zanpakutou." Hell yeah! With his killer looks and that husky voice, you didn't think Aizen Sousuke needed that stupid hypnosis thingy to make you submit to him. Wait, you were already doing that. You realized this, now that your tongue was helplessly lying as his own scoured the depths of the cavern of your mouth. His hands rested on your hips and you moaned in pleasure when one of them slid up your t-shirt, the cold skin felt so damn good on your own heated one. "Good...let's try that again, shall we?" he whispered at your ear, gently nibbling the upper arch of the delicate cartilage, making you groan. "What would you say if I told you that you could become the Queen of Las Noches?" His legs blocked off yours completely. "...uhh..." you moaned. "...It...it would be...a pleasure..." you managed to stutter out, a small smile gracing your lips. Aizen's smirk grew wider. Now, considering all he seemed to do was sit around all day dishing out orders, he wasn't the least bit rusty in moving smoothly, because soon, you found yourself sprawled on the floor. Brown hair tickled your chin as Aizen traveled south, his teeth biting down wherever he wished on the sensitive portion of your neck. The continued down, and the part he assaulted next caused a huge blush to form on your face. Your low dipped neckline had given him the perfect opportunity to bite and give you quite a massive hickey close to the top of your cleavage. He smirked into your skin, and you felt one of his hands run up the side of your legs and calmly slid under your skirt. It slid further north until he came to the point where further progress would be indecent, or possibly he just wanted you to be begging for more. The same hand started to feel the fabric of your shirt, reaching up to rest on your chest as his face came close to yours. The dark blush on your cheek wasn't helped when he lightly pressed his lips on yours, chocolate eyes gazing into your own until you shut your (e/c) orbs. You heard his chuckle as his cool breathe fanned your lips. His hands proceeded to caress you, and he was about to pull off your t-shirt when...the door was blasted open by Hirako Shinji. Apparently Byakuya was no longer interested in playing gatekeeper. "So, Aizen..." Hirako smirked as Aizen got up, dusting his coat. You shakily followed. "...finally found a girl?" "All according to plan, Hirako Taichou," said Aizen, as he grabbed you, threw you on his shoulder and disappeared from the party. Sure, he was a scheming, evil bastard with a Bitchy Curl hanging on his face ...but he was undeniably handsome and enchanting...and you were one to completely and absolutely dig that.