Confidence Goes A Long Way (Evangelion) (Patreon)

Themes: Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Voyeurism   

Summary: After his latest victory over an angel, Shinji celebrates as he has for a while now... by fucking Misato up against a wall in the locker room under the showers. And his handler and caretaker enjoys every last brutal moment of it. So do Rei and Asuka, who end up accidentally walking in on them this time, and staying to watch.

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With a defiant roar, Unit Zero One tears the angel in its metal hands apart, finally finishing off the latest threat to humanity. Across the city, deep within NERV, Misato watches this with wide eyes through a vidscreen showcasing the battle. The entire room is silent for a moment as everyone inside of it takes in the sight. Then, the technicians at their monitors are back to work, and commands are being tossed around. 

Not by Misato though. She WAS NERV’s Operations Director, but more and more she’d found herself delegating her duties and responsibilities away. Only her position as Shinji’s caretaker mattered at this point, and that was the only reason she was here, to watch his battles, to be in the one room capable of monitoring the titanic fights that the young male pilot had with the angels that sought to destroy them all. And as she watched Unit Zero One power down as it was picked up by NERV helicopters and slowly taken back to base, Misato felt a sharp thrum down between her legs.

Flushed with embarrassment, the gorgeous Major glances around to make sure no one has seen her. There’re no eyes pointed accusingly in her direction, at the very least, so she beats a hasty retreat while she can, moving to where she knew she would be needed next. Reaching the Pilot’s Locker Room, where eventually Shinji will be dropped off once he’s been pulled out of Unit Zero One’s plug, Misato bites her lower lip and squirms much more visibly as she finally finds herself in relative privacy.

Slowly, her hands come up and she undoes her jacket. It falls from her body with ease. Then, she pulls down the zipper on her thigh-length, sleeveless dress, her ‘work uniform’ at NERV coming off of her body inch by inch until she’s wearing nothing but her boots and her undergarments. That’s how she stays for the next twenty minutes, waiting for Shinji to finally arrive.

And then the door to the locker room slides open and there he is, standing in the entryway, staring at her. He steps forward, and the door closes again behind him. Misato sinks to her knees, even as Shinji’s hand comes down to the crotch of his plug-suit. It only takes one deft movement to undo the codpiece there, pulling it away so his cock, his massive, juicy cock, can flop out, almost landing across Misato’s face as it begins to grow hard and thick and long right before her eyes.

Misato finds herself staring for a moment, as she always does. When she first met Shinji, she thought he took after his father. He was cold, aloof… and altogether commanding. He was demanding as well, but he also wasn’t supposed to be Misato’s superior, unlike his dad. However, Shinji had this strange sort of charisma about him, this arrogance and confidence in his ability that made him… well, Misato had always had a hard time resisting the bad boys.

Shinji was more than just a bad boy though. As his fingers close in her purple locks, gripping tightly and bringing her head closer to the head of his cock, Misato looks up into Shinji’s face and opens wide in response. His member slips in between her lips and into her mouth, and she eagerly and dutifully begins to suck him off right then and there.

He was more than his father too. Shinji might have been arrogant, domineering, and altogether controlling… but he was also fire where his father was ice. His passion, his aggression, his strength of will… he’d been fighting and demolishing angel after angel for quite some time now, going above and beyond what any of them had expected of him.

He was… he was mighty. He was manly. And perhaps that’s why Misato submitted to him so easily when he finally decided to come into her room one night and take what he wanted. Perhaps that’s why he waited until she was masturbating to her memories of him destroying angels, hearing her moans through the paper-thin walls of their shared apartment. She’d called to him, like some sort of siren… and he answered like some sort of conquering king.

And now… this had become their routine.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Misato’s eyes water as she chokes on Shinji’s dick, and her drool drips off of her chin and onto her bra-clad tits. But she never stops writhing her tongue along the underside of the young man’s cock, never stops touching herself down between her legs, a hand shoved under her panties. Because there’s nothing that arouses her more than serving Shinji, than being there for the boy who’s saved hers and everyone else’s lives countless times by this point.

He might not be her superior within NERV, but he’s damn sure her superior in every other way. He’s superior to everyone, as far as Misato is concerned… and that’s why, in truth, he’s nothing like his father. Gendo Ikari believes himself superior to all those around him, he believes himself a genius who is better than everyone he interacts with, his son included.

Shinji though? Shinji just IS better. And Misato is all too happy to give back to the young man who’s sacrificed so much for mankind. Her lips suction down around his pistoning prick and her tongue slurps at his cock, and eventually, Shinji grunts and then begins to cum. His length slips free of her sucking mouth, and Misato’s tongue lolls out of her lips in order to catch as much of the ensuing cum bath as she can across it, the rest of which ends up all over her face, the most delicious of facials.

He coats her forehead, her nose, her chin, her cheeks, and even her eyes in his seed. She ends up with one eye plastered shut as she gazes up at the young man reverently through the other. Shinji just stares down at her for a moment, satisfaction in his eyes and his smile, before ultimately, he turns and begins to walk away, leaving here there on the floor.

Misato moves to follow him, eventually. She crawls along after the young pilot, even as he begins to strip out of his plug suit. When he gets to the particularly difficult part, she rises from her hands and knees and helps him finish pulling the constricting garment off of his lithe, athletic form. He’s skinny and small for a boy his age… but so very big where it counts, both in personality… and of course cock size.

When he steps into the shower before him, now completely nude, Misato hesitates for a moment and then reaches up behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra. She strips it off of herself, tossing it aside before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, which also go down her legs and then off, flung to the side. Only once she’s naked does she step into the shower with Shinji, hot water already beating down the boy.

He grabs her and pins her to the tile wall quite swiftly, pushing her up against it face and tit first, while also pulling out her hips so her back is arched and she’s partially bent over, jutting her ass out in his direction. Misato moans and reaches down between her legs, spreading her pussy lips wide open. She doesn’t need to actually say anything… they both know what Shinji wants, and they both know he’s going to take it, one way or another. 

Misato cries out when the young man enters her a moment later. His hands squeeze at her hips as he thrusts his entire length up into her cunt, filling her with his cock meat, stretching her to her limits as he’s done each and every time he’s taken her like this, up against the wall, rough and brutal. Misato just moans, even as she’s pinned there, slammed into the wall with every huge thrust of Shinji’s powerful, pistoning prick.

His cock rails her, and Misato’s hot, wet cunt takes every bit of his abuse, squeezing down HARD around his thick length, even as he quickly fucks her to her first climax. Misato’s eyes roll back in her head for a moment, and she moans wantonly as she claws at the tile before her. Then there’s a gasp, and Misato’s head is whipping about, her pleasure momentarily forgotten as she looks to the locker room’s entrance, only to find Rei and Asuka standing there in their own plug suits.

But of course. The two girls were ready and waiting to assist Shinji if it was needed… but it had not been. More and more of late, neither of the female pilots had been needed to back up the pilot of Unit Zero One. Shinji had become an unstoppable force, hell, he’d basically been an unstoppable force since before Asuka even arrived.

Misato knew that the brunette girl was upset about this, that she felt sidelined by Shinji constantly outshining her in every synch test. Right now, though, Asuka didn’t look that upset. Instead, she looked shocked, her eyes wide and her hands covering her mouth as she just stood there, staring at the two of them. 

Perhaps Misato should have closed the shower curtain as she stepped inside. But it was just supposed to be them. Asuka and Rei had their own locker room, down the hall. They must have come here to congratulate Shinji or something. They- Misato lets out a wanton moan as Shinji keeps right on fucking her, despite the interruption and the inclusion of his fellow pilots. 

Looking back at him, Misato finds a cocky, confident smile on the young man’s face as he continues to rail her into the shower wall. Of course, he wouldn’t be cowed by the appearance of Rei and Asuka. Of course, their arrival wouldn’t stop him from taking what he believed was rightly his. No, what WAS rightly his. In the end, Misato loved that Shinji kept on fucking her. In the end, she happily moaned and came around his pistoning cock again and again as Asuka and Rei watched on.

After all, they both could have left any time they wanted. That they didn’t… well, that was their choice. The fact that the two young women just stood there watching, Asuka’s hands eventually falling from her mouth and hanging limply at her side as she just STARED… well, that was their prerogative, and it spoke more to them than anything else, now didn’t it?

Misato knew she was nothing more than Shinji’s fuck toy. She didn’t dare presume to be his lover. He would use her up and then discard her, only to come back again for more once she’d recovered. That was exactly how the older woman liked it. That was how she wanted it. And as Shinji finally came inside of her clenching, squeezing pussy with a grunt, filling her womb directly with a thick, viscous load of his seed, Misato climaxes one last time, her eyes rolling back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth entirely in quite the lewd manner, right in front of Rei and Asuka.

He pulls his cock out of her then, and Misato drops to the floor as she loses his support, sliding down the shower wall and ending up on her knees, his seed even then pouring out of her and washing away with the hot water down the drain in the middle of the shower stall. Shinji steps away from her and out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying himself off. Misato watches him go, even as she scoops some of his cum out of her cunt and brings it to her eager lips, slurping it off her fingers.

As he goes to get dressed, he looks to her one last time, a knowing smile on his face.

“See you tonight, Misato.”

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Asuka watches Shinji as he dresses in silence. She’s tangentially aware that Rei is even now still standing beside her, but her attention is solely on the young man she’s been living with for weeks now. How… how had she missed this? How had she missed the relationship between Shinji and Misato? Was it because they confined it to this place? But no, he’d just said that he would see Misato later tonight.

Had she simply ignored what was right in front of her eyes, all along? Her nipples felt unbelievably hard as they grinded against the inside of her plug suit. Betwixt her thighs, t-that place was dripping wet and Asuka had to valiantly resist the urge to squirm, to rub her legs together, to try and do away with the itch between them via friction.

The urge becomes even stronger when Shinji finally steps up to them, to the door they’d stepped through and stood in front of for the duration of his brutal plowing of Misato. She’s still sprawled out in the shower, watching them… no, watching HIM. Shinji glances to both Asuka and Rei, and then he smiles. Without needing to be told a single thing, both girls find themselves stepping aside, clearing a path for the young man.

Nodding in approval, Shinji steps forward, but stops once he’s standing directly between them. He doesn’t look at either of them again, simply speaking instead.

“You’re both welcome to join us tonight. Or, you can join us the next time I kill an angel for you.”

And then he’s gone. The insinuation in his tone, the meaning behind his words… it’s not lost on Asuka. She should be insulted, shouldn’t she? Rei isn’t of course, the bluenette’s eyes simply following Shinji until the door closes behind him and then remain on said door as she stands there, barely breathing. Asuka though… Asuka has her pride, right?

But then, why is she seriously giving his words consideration, rather than marching right up to Misato right that moment and demanding new living arrangements. Blushing as she glances at Misato, making eye contact with the exhausted, well-fucked woman, Asuka realizes why. Misato does too, if the knowing smile she gives the younger woman is any indication.

Shinji is… Shinji. He’s strong, he’s powerful, and he has a presence to him that draws one in, no matter how much you don’t want to like him, to respect him, to adore him. Asuka… Asuka has long tried to view Shinji as her competition, rather than her savior. But he just keeps beating her, and he just keeps killing angels, saving the entire damn world in the process.

Shinji Ikari is a conqueror, but more than that, he’s a man. The manliest man Asuka has ever been faced with, even more so than Kaji, now that she’s seen Shinji in all of his naked glory. And there’s no escaping that. She wants him. She wants him bad.

More than that though… she needs him to want her. And she’ll do anything at all to make that happen.