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actuallysaiyan · 4 months

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Meet Me In Our Special Spot(Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader)

warnings: love confessions, smut, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, mentions of jealousy, lots and lots and lots of kissing word count: 2k pairings: Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader summary: you tell Renji to meet you in your special spot and your feelings just come spilling out... a/n: for the amazing and wonderful @yeowangies! thank you so much for supporting me and giving me these amazing ideas!!

Meet me in our special spot

That’s what your note read. That’s the note you decided to send to the fiery redhead you were head over heels in love with. It made you feel nervous to even have given him that note. You knew what was coming from this. But it was about damn time you told Renji exactly how you felt. Even if he didn’t return your feelings, you know you will feel better just by getting this off your chest.

You sit under the big tree in the clearing that you and Renji used to hang out in when you two went to school together. It was the place you two would hide away from the world. It was the place where he told you about his feelings for Rukia and how he felt about her joining the Kuchiki family.

This was the place where you and your best friend could just relax and be yourselves. It’s where you could pretend not to have all these heavy responsibilities hanging on your shoulders. Even if things looked bleak or rough, you and Renji would find solace beneath this tree and you’d be able to express yourselves in the way you wanted to.

So that’s why you decided to ask him to meet you here so you could confess to him. Even if he loves Rukia and you aren’t going to be his number one choice, being able to say these words will help you move on with your life.

“Hey!” He calls from a short distance away.

Your heart stops when you see him. He looks just as beautiful as the day you met him. You’re heart skips, restarting at a breakneck speed. The closer he gets to you, the more you become even more nervous about this whole thing. He smiles sweetly as he sits next to you.

“What’s up?” He asks, leaning his head on your shoulder.

Your smile falters and your cheeks burn. How are you going to be able to continue this conversation? Renji’s brows furrow as he notices just how you’ve become quiet and withdrawn into yourself. He looks up at you, cupping your cheek and guiding your face so that he can look into your eyes. He sees a storm brewing deep inside them, which allows him to see just how serious this meeting is.

“Renji…I need to talk to you about something,”

He nods his head, turning his body completely to be able to face you properly. Just those little things he does for you to show that he’s attentive and that he cares just makes you even more anxious about this. Finally, you take a deep breath and look him in the eyes.

“I know that maybe you’ve got a thing for Rukia and I know that she’s prettier than me and that she’s stronger than me…”

Renji’s eyes widen as you begin to sputter up this word vomit. It all just comes out; years of unrequited love heavy on your chest and it’s finally coming out. He shakes his head, a hearty laugh falling from his lips. Your cheeks burn even more, making you look away with tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

“You don’t have to laugh in my face!” You cry out, pushing him away from you.

Renji sighs, “Come on…just hear me out. Sorry I laughed, but that was a lot all at once.”

You finally face him again. You’re so embarrassed about all of this. The worst part was that you didn’t even really say what you wanted to. It was all about Rukia once again, which pissed you off even more.

“It’s just I know you love her, and I…I…” you swallow hard. “I love you, Renji.”

He feels like he’s about to faint when he hears you say you love him. His cheeks turn pink at just those words. Coming from your sweet lips, no less. An absolute angel is telling him that she loves him. He’s in heaven now.

“I don’t love Rukia.” He sputters out. “I did have feelings for her in the past, but now…”

There was silence for a few moments. Neither of you know how to proceed from this moment on. Then you feel his hand on top of yours, trying to intertwine his fingers with yours. You look into his dark eyes, swooning at the way he looks so lovesick for you right now.

“Now, I know I’ve got deeper feelings for you. I just never thought I was even in your league.” Renji confesses, his heart feeling much lighter now that he was able to say that.

You don’t even know how to respond. So you don’t. Instead, you lean in and kiss him on the lips. It’s so tender and sweet, it makes your head swim. You’ve never known a sweeter kiss than this. His hands caress your face so gently, showing you the softer side of him.

“I wish I would have never made you feel like second best,” he breathes. He leans his forehead against yours, your noses rubbing together so softly. “You’ve been my top priority since we’ve met…”

Then he pulls you into another sweet kiss. You press back; kissing him deeper and hungrier. Your hands move from his shoulders to up his neck where you play with the scraggly hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I should have just told you how much I love you…” he whispers in your ear when he pulls away from the kiss.

There’s a moment of comfortable silence before you push him back against the ground. He smirks at the playful way you’re acting with him now. His heart feels so full of love and adoration when he sees that beautiful smile on your face.

“Then,” you say before pecking his lips. “Let’s show each other just how much we love one another.”

His cheeks burn when he realizes just what you mean by this. You two were both in the forest, and surely nobody would come by, but there was a chance someone could catch you.

“R-right here?” He spluttered, looking into your eyes for any hint of regret.

You laugh softly, “Sure, why not? Isn’t it part of the thrill?”

This is when something snaps inside of him. The way you’re being so daring and pushy, it ignites a fire deep inside of him that he never realized was there until just now. He has a strong grip on you now, pushing you underneath him.

“Then let me start, please…”

There was no way you could even say no to him. His dark eyes are even darker now; filled with lust and love. He presses another kiss to your lips, this one is much more fiery and passionate than before. Your tongues rub and roll together.

Then he begins to undo your top, his eyes connected to yours the entire time. You feel your body burning up as his rough hands caress and cup your breasts. His breathing gets more shallow as he begins to knead the soft flesh.

“You’re so beautiful, honey.” His words feel like arrows going straight to your heart.

You look away shyly, “you’re just saying that…”

“No way! You’re the most beautiful, angelic person I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Your eyes widen before you blink a few times. This time, you pull him in for a deep kiss. He moans as your tongue slides into his mouth, and his hands busy themselves with shrugging off his own clothes and removing yours.

The minute you’re both naked, it’s so relieving. It’s like the perfect moment in time for the two of you. Soft kisses and lingering touches arouse both of you even more than previously. Renji spreads your thighs, wishing to take his time with you.

“Fuck you’re soaked, baby…”

Your cheeks burn even more at his words. It’s almost too lewd for you, but you know it’s just because this is your ultimate fantasy. His long fingers spread your slick all over your folds and clit, making you shudder from head to toe. He continues these tantalizing and teasing touches, watching you with a focused smirk on his face.

Your mouth falls open in a cute little whimper as he pushes his finger into your dribbling hole. Your walls begin to suck in the digit further and you buck up your hips to feel even more stimulation. Renji’s cock throbs at the reaction.

“Baby,” he grunts. “You’re fucking tight.”

You whimper his name as he pushes his finger in and out, curling it against the spongy spot deep inside of you. You’re gripping the grass beneath you as a means of keeping you grounded. Renji can’t keep his eyes off of you as he fingers you. He’s never seen nor felt anything this heavenly before and now he’s trying to figure out just how long he’s going to last once he’s inside of you.

“Please, Renji—” you moan. “Please fuck me.”

He swallows hard and pulls himself from you. Then he gets on his knees, spreading your thighs even wider. With racing hearts, you two meet in another loving kiss. His hands reach down to guide the tip of his leaking cock to your entrance.

“You ready for me?” he asks, his tone a bit more cocky this time.

“Just please, please put it in!”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His cock begins pushing into you, making you cry out just for him. It’s a sound he never ever wants to forget. Your walls begin fluttering around his girth, making him grunt as his balls already feel tight. He’s cursing himself mentally, begging himself to hold on for a while yet.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he sounds drunk on you right now.

You wrap your arms and legs around him as he begins rutting into you. Both of you have been rendered dumb just by this simple act of love. It’s all too much for the both of you. The more the head of his cock presses against your sweet spot, the dumber you get. You can only moan and beg for more.

“I got you,” he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m always here for you,”

You moan in response, begging him not to stop. He chuckles at the way you sound so needy, but it soon turns into a moan of his own as you begin to clench around him.

He pulls away for a moment, looking at where you’re both connected. Renji watches as his cock disappears and reappears in your tight little cunt. It’s such a mesmerizing sight to behold and it’s causing him to get closer and closer to his peak.

“I’m not going to be able to hold on for much longer if you keep squeezing me like that,” he groans. His long fingers brush against your swollen nub.

Then with more precision, he rolls his hips in the perfect way to stimulate your sweet spot. Your eyes begin to roll back in your head as the pleasure builds faster and faster. Your nails dig into his back as you get closer to your climax.

“That’s it,” he says before kissing you. “Let go for me. Cum for me, beautiful.”

He swipes his fingers against your clit over and over, and that’s all it takes for you to come undone. You let out a strangled cry of his name, panting and whining as the pleasure takes hold over you. The clenching and pulsing of your gummy walls make him growl in your ear as his own orgasm crashes over him.

“Shit fuck! Oh fuck I can’t…” he whines as the pleasure becomes even blinding. Stars dance in his vision as ropes of hot cum fill your tight little cunt.

He moves against you to ride out his high, then immediately realizes what he’s done. He pulls out, panic written all over his face. That’s when you cup his face and pull him in for the most loving kiss.

“I love you, Renji. Please, just stay here with me.”

And with that, all is well again. Everything is right in the world. He pulls you to rest against his naked chest, not a care in the world.

“I love you too.”

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brittscafe · 9 months

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how about reji givin us backshots to the point we go dumb and he looses his composure and goes all whiny and cute and like u feel too good so after he came he keeps goin n likes the overstimulation and js knocks out after he's orgasmed one more time 😫 renji is acc so fineeee if only he were real i'd let him use me omgogm

Ugh, y'all don't understand how much I love writing for Renji 😩 Also, thank you guys for over 500 followers, I appreciate each and every one of you! <3

Renji's thrusts are slow and deep, his dick kissing your g-spot. Sweat is dripping down your forehead as your elbows become sore for holding up your weak body for so long.

His hand runs down the spine of your arched back and you squeeze your walls around his cock. Moans and incoherent whimpers leave your throat.

"F-fuck Renji," you stutter out, your thighs starting to shake. A grin tugs on Renji's face as you cry out in pleasure, cumming all over Renji's cock.

"Am I making you feel good?" Renji taunts you, whispering lowly into your ear.

You moan softly and bob your head.

Your juices start to ooze out from your hole and you pant heavily, exhausted. You slowly start to slide off his cock and Renji's arm wraps around your waist and slams you back onto his cock.

A scream leaves your lips, your cunt and walls aching. Renji groans loudly, his cock twitching inside of you. His cum starts to fill you up and you moan.

You rest your head on the bed, fingers twisted around the sheets, tugging and pulling. Drool drips down your bottom lip as Renji slowly thrusts in and out of you.

"You make me feel so good, y/n," Renji whimpers out, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.

"Mhm," you mumble out, eyelids heavy. You arch your back as Renji sinks his cock inside of you again, groans leaving his lips.

Tears slide down your cheeks as his cock teasing your sore g-spot and you moan.

"S-shit, y/n," Renji whines out, clenching his jaw. His cock hardens inside of you, cum squirting out from his tip. Renji gasps loudly and his body shudders.

He collapses on top of you as your knees give out. He breathes heavily into your ear, moaning quietly. Renji's cock sits inside your cunt and he gently rubs your shoulder.

Renji slowly slides out of you, whimpering quietly. Renji lifts himself up and lets you turn over onto your back. Renji's eyes widen at your face, dried tears and drool on your chin.

"Y/N, damn it. I'm so sorry, I didn't realize," Renji speaks softly, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing you closer.

"No, Renji, it's okay. I'm okay," you reassure him, licking your dry lips.

His finger runs over your chin, collecting your drool. Renji's eyelids slowly flutter close and he rests his head on your bare chest.

"You just make me feel so damn good and I can't help myself when I'm around you," he mumbles out, sleep starting to take over his body.

You let out a tiny chuckle and run your fingers through his crimson hair.

"It's okay, baby. Just go to sleep," you whisper, smiling warmly. Renji tightens his grip around your body and nuzzles his head into your neck, passing out.

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bleach-your-panties · 5 months

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Y'ALL I GUESS I'M NOT AS BIG OF A HOE AS I THOUGHT I WAS. I LITERALLY CAN'T STOP BLUSHING WHILE WRITING O, (UN)HOLY NIGHT.

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or0ch1maru · 2 months

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Think you’re funny huh?

Content: 18+, rough sex, jealous & possessive ideations mentioned, breeding kink, porn, literal porn

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He pounds into you at a relentless pace, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust, pulling broken mewls and whines from your pretty lips. How you ended up in this position, face mushed into the carpet, with your boyfriends large hands holding your hips firmly as he abuses your poor little cunny, is because when he picked you up from work, a mere thirty minutes ago was because he witnessed you speaking with a male coworker. You know of your lovers jealousy, and yes, there’s been times where you go out of your way to taunt him a little. Your goal being to be bent over any surface as he splits you in two.

But this evening was truly by accident, not that you’re complaining. Your mindless babbling turning into choked moans as one of his hands snake around your waist, coming to a stop around your neck, pulling you flush against his chest. This new angle allowing him to get even deeper. A bulge in your belly visible from the sheer size of him, being so deep.

“Think you’re so fucking funny huh? Talking to him right in front ‘f me.”

He taunts you, his thrusts turning sloppy as he feels his release creeping up on him. His voice deep, and his breath coming out heavy as he speaks to you, even though you can barely process what’s coming out of your lovers mouth. A whine escapes your lips in reply. Whimpering as you feel yourself get even fuller, your boyfriend painting your gummy and overused walls with his cum. He fucks his seed into you before pulling out. Pulling your soaked panties back up, the soft fabric sitting snug against you.

“Gonna send you into work just like this, stuffed full of my cum. Let those other guys know that you belong to me..”

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TOJI, SUKUNA, Suguru, Satoru, RENJI, KENPACHI, Naoya, OBITO, Pain, Kisame, Sasori, Todo, Choso, HIDAN, Kakuzu, Shiu

#sukuna smut #toji smut #geto suguru smut #satoru gojo smut #renji smut #kenpachi zaraki smut #kisame hoshigaki smut #obito smut #naoya zenin smut #todo smut #akatsuki smut #sasori smut #jjk smut #bleach smut #choso smut #hidan smut #kakuzu smut #shiu kong smut

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wxxpingangxls · 2 months

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big beefy men who would of course never lay a hand on you, but when it to eating you out? girllll this man would have you in 7 different positions in 7 minutes; each minute would be spent with you cumming on his tongue. holding you comfortably still each time as well. you could be on his face, on your knees, in a damn headstand, lying down, doing the splits on his face and he’d still hold you with security. and not only that, but this man can’t keep his hand to himself. when he’s eating you out his hands are everywhere but by his side. sometimes they’re even in your pulsing cunt. but most of the time, they’re either on your tits or spreading you further open for his hot and mean gaze.

+a/n; i got a question for you lot. if you had to choose between being dicked down till like you’re asleep or getting eating out until you on the verge of tears, and your feet are literally cramped not even from curling but from stretching out, and you’re teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, all while your legs are convulsing and every touch to your thigh sends electrical rockets to your brain through your spinal cord; what would you pick?🤔 idk yall i prolly go with being eaten out but idk maybe that’s just me 🤷‍♀️

Renji, Shunsui, Shui Kong, Toji, Hakari, Higuruma, Choso, Nanami, Todo, Suguru, Aki, Reiner and anyone else 🩷

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m-ayo-o · 5 months

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18+ quickies

Thinking about... being a sucker for quickies.

Yes, you like taking it deep and long and hard, but being bent over the washing machine? Getting his dick wet on the sofa? Dragging him to the bathroom in your favourite restaurant?

Nothing gets your blood pumping more than the quick minutes it takes to get yourselves off. He knows to squeeze your supple tits, pinch your nipples then tweak at your little clit while your hands grab onto the bathroom counter, desperately trying to ground yourself.

(you were brushing your teeth in your nightie and he caught a glimpse of your ass)

And you know that when you're ready, you'll turn to him, slip yourself up onto the counter and invite him in, with one foot trailing up his body. You know that'll make him hold you and take you fast, the warmth and grip of your pussy getting him close in minutes. And with the way he's thrusting you know it won't be long...

You grab onto his shoulders and he picks you up with a desperate grunt, a needy kiss then rams you against the wall.

He's not fucking you like his delicate little princess today. No, today, you're getting sweaty, uncontrollable, and messy. He needs it, though. You need it. And you open your mouth and tell him just that

"I need you- I need you--"

And just like that it's all over. His body comes crashing down over yours with nothing less than a whine. He sucks the soft skin on your neck and pumps you full.

You drip over him. He sets you back on the counter and glides you off. It's such a mess.

He's a mess. For you.

satoru GOJO satoru gojo satoru gojo. toji FUSHIGURO (if u haven't f*cked in a while or he just feels like it). yuji ITADORI. renji ABARAI + your fave

thinking...

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tojiscumdumpster · 4 months

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⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ knockout x renji abarai

✧ summary there’s no better way for renji to celebrate a big win than to spend the night with y/n.

✧ content warnings reader described as a black woman who uses she/pronouns. feisty!reader, chubby!reader x undergroundfighter!renji. modern au — no bleach verse. told in first POV — renji’s. mentions of stitches and bruises. usage of profanity, praise kink, cowgirl position, nipple play, facefucking — renji will finish in reader’s, squirting. terms of endearment — baby, sweetheart, angel, etc. reader and renji are in their late twenties.

✧ author’s note hello, hello. i am here with a fic that’s not jjk for once in my life, lmfao. this idea has been in my drafts since january 2023, and it was just sitting there collecting dusts on my old tumblr. but i said i was going to do more bleach characters, so here we go. first time writing renji, so if this ain’t how you see him, oops. still enjoy. also didn't really focus on the underground!fighter portion as much. but maybe i will if there's a next time. support me by liking, commenting, and reblogging this post. i would greatly appreciate it. AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS AND MINORS— DO NOT INTERACT.

I know she told me not to come by after the fight, but I needed to.

I won.

I fucking won, and there’s no other way for me to celebrate winning ten thousand dollars than to be with Y/N.

Well, that’s if she’s still not mad at me.

Before I left for my match, we got into an argument. A huge one. She doesn’t like that I fight for a living, let alone illegal underground fighting. I mean—I get it. Seeing someone you care about constantly getting his ass beat isn’t a sight worth seeing.

But fighting is all I know.

I had a shitty childhood. Didn’t know who the hell my parents were since they gave me up at birth for adoption. Jump around in foster care homes until the mothers got sick of me and kicked me out in the streets. Survival was basically forced on me.

Fighting is what kept me alive. For food. Clothes. A place to lay my head. Whether I lost or won, I know the reason why I’m alive today is because I’m a fighter.

It wasn’t until I was eighteen when I found out about the world of underground fighting. Ten years deep and I know nothing else.

Y/N knows this about me. She understands I didn’t have it easy and never judged me. But that doesn’t mean she agrees with my lifestyle.

She came to a few fights in the beginning. Eventually, she got tired of seeing me stitched up almost every weekend.

Shit, me too.

However, after tonight, I feel good about my future wins. I busted my ass in training, so now I don’t have to hear shit about anymore losses.

Even if right now I’m stitched up and have a black eye. I feel good.

Great.

Better if Y/N opens the door after keeping me waiting out in the cold for the past ten minutes.

I know she’s awake. She has a habit of staying up late, studying for med school. And plus, I haven’t messaged or called her yet. Despite her not showing up to my fights, she still wants an update afterwards that I made it out alive.

“Y/N, let me in,” I say, knocking loudly on her apartment door. “You know I don’t care about making a scene.”

After a few more obnoxious knocks, the door finally swings open and I am met with deep russet skin, tight curls, and chocolate-colored eyes that pierce an annoyed look in my direction.

“What do you want?” She bites out. “I’m busy.”

I smirk and hold the bag of money in the air. “I won.”

“Congrats.” Her tone is flat and she tries to slam the door in my face, but I placed my foot to stop it from closing. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. Are you really still mad at me?” I teasingly ask.

“You won. I said congrats. What more do you want?”

I shrugged. “I’m locked out of my apartment.”

She arches a brow at me, already recognizing my bullshit ass excuse of being locked out of my apartment.

Y/N knows me. She knows I would do anything to be in her presence, so going back and forth in forty degree weather is pointless.

Her pretty brown hues travels across my face and body, examining the stitches and bruises that probably has her wondering, who the fuck treated him?

Me. But that’s besides the point.

A deep sign escapes her mouth when she realizes I’m not going anywhere until she lets me in, so she opens her door wider and turns her back to me to walk further inside her apartment.

“Sit,” she orders, which I happily do so while chuckling to myself.

While Y/N goes to the bathroom (assuming she’s getting a med kit to fix my shitty patch job), I take advantage of staring at her round ass that’s barely covered in those tiny boy shorts. Every step she takes it jiggles, creating an ocean of waves I’m eager to swim in.

I get comfortable while I wait, taking off my skully, sweater, and any other form of heavy clothing that would cause me to sweat in her heated apartment.

“I’m going to start charging you if you keep fucking coming to my apartment like this, Renji,” Y/N snapped, walking with the kit in her hand as expected.

“Outside of paying for your tuition, I can think of other ways to repay you.”

She rolls her eyes at my suggestive comment. “Get over yourself, Abarai.”

I let out a snort before she stands in front of me and tilt up my chin to start making work on my face.

She’s cute when she’s mad. Huffing and puffing while whispering slick comments under breath. But how she’s handling my face by moving it around with force rushes blood straight to my groin.

I’m getting hard.

Hard as shit, and it’s not helping that I’m in close proximity with her.

That jasmine lavender scent that circulates through my senses. Looking up at her full lips that’s coated with gloss. Then, lowering my gaze to her tits that’s big, naturally saggy, and pretty. My mouth is watering at the sight of her nipples hardening.

And I don’t know if it’s because she feels that I’m checking her out or the coldness outside is affecting her.

Either way, I’ll act on it.

Taking it upon myself, I grab the back of her thighs to pull her on my lap. As if she’s used to my antics, it doesn’t catch her off guard and she continues to clean up my wounds.

“You’re all bloody up with a black eye and somehow you still have the energy to be a pervert,” she retorts.

I move one of hands to her ass, massaging comforting circles. “For you? Yeah.”

The quiet between us was comfortable until she opted to speak again. “So… who’d you fight?”

“Some huge motherfucker. I thought I was going to die.”

She leans back to grab more alcohol and dabs it above my brow. “Maybe that’s what needed to have you stop fucking fighting.”

I throw my head back to laugh, but she grabs my chin to bring my face forward. “Like you want me dead.” My hands creep beneath her cheeks to pull her closer to me and apply more pressure to my cock. “That’s what you want?”

“That came out my mouth, Abarai?”

“Why are you still mad at me?”

She scoffs. “Why am I mad that you’re practically coming to me everyday with a busted face and broken ribs?” That’s one thing I love about Y/N—her feisty personality. It turns me on so fucking much because I know when I fuck her, it’ll be a different story.

Continuing, she says, “I think I would be a little more satisfied if you did this professionally as opposed to underground. Underground doesn’t come with insurance, Ren.”

“Aw, you care about me that much?” My question was supposed to be posed as a joke, but the look on her pretty face says otherwise.

“Fucking asshole. I don’t know why I still deal with your ass.”

“Probably because you love me.”

“Probably not.”

Gripping her hips, I pull her with me and lean back into the headrest of the couch. We’re inches away from our mouths cooling and I take advantage of this proximity by basking in her sweet smelling breath and beauty.

Simply because Y/N exists, my cocks hardens for her. Holding her in my arms. Feeling her pussy against my erection and breasts suffocating pressed on my chest. Girlfriend or not, she’s mine.

And she knows it.

I can see how she looks at me, even when mad, that she cares and loves me. Y/N is a tough girl. I can only imagine what she’s been through. Still, she manages to soften up just for me.

We never made it official since she doesn’t approve of the underground shit, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop asking.

“So when are you going to say yes to being my girlfriend?” I whisper.

She tries breaking from my embrace, but I tighten my grip. “Renji…”

“You feel my dick pressed against you, right? It only makes it harder when you say my name like that, Y/N.”

“Be real with me… will you keep doing this shit forever?” Her eyes waver as she awaits my answer and I can’t help the guilt from pinging my chest.

“If it lessens my chance of being with you, no.”

She searches my face for hesitance or deceit, however, she finds nothing because I meant what I said. Y/N is the only person that looks at me like I’m a human, and I wouldn’t let my obsession with fighting get in the way of our future together.

How she tucks her coil behind her ear and nips down on her lower lip shows me the bit of vulnerability she reserves for me.

So—I take advantage of it.

In less than three seconds my lips were on hers. I take my time relishing those sweet, plump and plush, strawberry flavored lips.

I can feel the skepticism from Y/N while kissing her, maybe because she’s trying to put on this show that she’s still mad at me. But soon, her rigid body melts into mine and returns the kiss.

Our heavy breaths mingle, increasing in speed the more aggressive we lock lips. She begins rolling her hips onto my cock and I let out a grunt, feeling the moisture of her pussy liquefying on me.

The slaps I leave on her ass are harsh, causing her to bite my bottom lip and suck it into her mouth. Y/N is so fucking aggressive it drives me nuts. She gives me a high and adrenaline not even a fight could give.

“Pull your dick out, Ren,” she orders through muffled moans and our kiss.

“Fucking bossing me around to give you cock? Not mad at me anymore?” Y/N ignores my taunt and works her hands between us to untie my sweats. I hiss at the feel of her cool hands engulfing my dick to give it a few pumps.

She must not know what her touch does to me. She handles my cock like she owns it, and gosh, I fucking love that shit. My fingers gently tangle into her coils to deepen our kiss, but she soon gets up to strip her clothes.

Fuck… Fuck, she’s so goddamn sexy. I’ll never get tired of her thick body, filled with soft dips and curves. I look at her, observe her like she’s an expensive piece of art hung up at a museum because that’s what I see her as.

Pretty pussy leaking arousal and I smirk to myself, thinking how she had all that attitude earlier while being wet for me like she didn’t want me inside of her.

“You’re fucking beautiful. You know that?” I ask, massaging her tits and looking up at her. “You still have that attitude or are you going to come ride my cock like a good girl?”

She gently pushes me back against the couch with her lips on mine and straddles my lap. “Depends on if you’re going to be a good boy and take this pussy.”

“Shit, angel. I will.”

Y/N hums while reaching around to align my cock with her sex. Two seconds later, she slowly sinks down my length until I’m buried into the hilt. That soft lingering fuck that slips past her pretty lips sounds sexy as hell and has my dick twitching in response.

I can’t bust now. Not yet. Even if the tightness and heat of her pussy pushes me off the edge of a mountain. Her pussy is so warm, so fucking warm, fat, and wet. Gosh, I don’t ever think I can be without this pussy.

I throw my head back and savor this feeling, but Y/N had other plans for me.

“Remember to look at me when I’m riding you, Ren,” she coos. “Eyes on me, baby. I want you to see how much I love this dick inside my pussy.”

Fucking Christ. “Tell me how much you love it while bouncing on me.”

And she does just that. Telling me how big and girthy I am, that she’s sorry for giving me attitude and admits that she just wanted dick. But no. I want her to fuck me like she’s mad. I need that type of energy pumping through my veins after this win tonight.

I reassure Y/N and tell her to fuck me harder. Her pace quickens and slaps her ass fervently against my cock. I can’t stop moaning her name. The wet slippery noises coming from her pussy increases in volume and it creates a mess between us.

This is where I belong, deep in her pussy and feeling her walls squeeze the hell out of me. I don’t even hold her hips or waist. I relax comfortably with my arms sprawl over the top of her couch, watching how gorgeous she looks while fucking what’s hers.

“Oh, fuck, Renji,” she moans, tugging her lips inwards and lolling her head to the side in complete pleasure.

Those perfect, full tits bounces in my face and I can’t help but stare and become mesmerized. Light marks that resemble tiger stripes decorated the valley of breasts. Her nipples, pebbled and straining underneath my gaze, look desperate for my touch.

I take it upon myself to pinch them between my fingers and a soft shriek escapes her mouth, further arching her back.

Y/N keeps getting wetter by the second, every bounce she makes. And hearing her sticky arousal, I know and see how she’s creaming my cock. Purposely, I sit myself on the couch, thrusting up in her a bit to feel my head hit her g spot.

“Ren, help me little,” she begs through a whimper. “Fuck me back.”

I caress her cheeks with the back of my head. “Yeah? You want me to help you, sweetheart?”

“Please.”

God, I love it when she’s needy for me like this.

In no time, my hands are at her waist and my thrusts meet with her jumping movements. Y/N isn't loud when it comes to her sounds of pleasure. Vocal, yes. But right now, her moans and whimpers are louder than usual.

It’s like she needed my dick inside of pussy just as much as I needed it.

I see the desire in her brown hues. I feel the heat radiating off Y/N’s skin while my fingers dig into her flesh, holding her in place to pound upwards into her pussy.

This is what I wanted—to fuck my girl after a well deserved win. And she’s going to congratulate me how I want.

My lips are at her neck leaving wet kisses and sucking her flesh until purple specks form. “Coming home to this good fucking pussy. Gosh, I love how you feel, angel. Going to fucking mean it now when you say congrats?”

“Congratulations, baby,” she purrs, slamming harder on my cock. “You did good… so damn good, Ren.”

I hum, dragging my tongue along her neck. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Y/N continues to gasps out her pleas for me to fuck harder. I comply… I comply in helping my pretty girl come and savor the look when she washes over me. My grips are firm on her waist, betting that’ll leave marks when she wakes up the next poor, and drive my cock deeper into her pussy.

I’m in pure awe. I feel my own releasing catching up to me the more I watch her take me. This is my woman. My fucking girl. I come home to this every night after every fight to hold her in my arms and fuck her.

Her name from my mouth sounds like a broken record when I moan her name. This fat, gushy, slick and tight pussy has this power over me. She won’t stop fucking squeezing me, I can’t prevent my face from growing hot. It’s intense how I feel right now, and it’s all because of Y/N.

“Good, good fucking pussy. God, you’re so fucking good to me, angel face,” I rasp, pecking her lips. “You’re going to come for me?”

“Yes, Renji, baby. I’m going to come. Keep giving me that dick. Please don’t stop, please.”

“Put your fingers in my mouth.” She does quick with my command. I suck on her digits and coat them well with saliva before pushing them out of my mouth. “Now rub your clit, pretty girl. I wanna see you squirt everywhere.”

Because she’s overwhelmed with arousal, Y/N stops bouncing on my cock and allows me to fuck her while she plays with clit. Her mouth hangs gape, drool slightly coating the side of her mouth and breathing heavily.

My balls slap her ass. My head kisses her soft cushion repeatedly. Her velvet walls transfer warmth to my cock and the bubble that rests in the pit of my stomach is on the verge of explosion.

I’m about to come. Hard.

But I need her to come first.

“Fucking come for me, Y/N. Keep playing with that pretty pussy and moan my name,” I grit out, pushing past all my thrusts.

“Right there, Renji. Keep fucking me right there… I’m–oh, fuck–I’m coming.”

She’s so pretty when she comes. Dark brown porcelain complexion, slick with sweat. Eyes rolling to the back of her head. Pussy clenching and unclenching around my cock. Moaning, whimpering my name back to back.

She’s breathless. Flawless. I have this image of her painted perfectly in my mind. Watching Y/N come, makes me come, so I make quick work to pull her off my lap. And she knows exactly what I want–to fuck my release down her throat.

Her mouth is as warm as her pussy, and I let out hitched breaths and harsh grunts when she swallows me whole. I’m relentless when forcing her head down on my cock as I facefuck her. The gurgling noises she makes are obscene. Pornogrpahic, even.

And what caused my come to shoot through her mouth is seeing that she’s still massaging her clit, eventually squirting all over her wooden floors.

My hips stutter and I throw my head back to moan into the air. “Fuck, Y/N! That’s my fucking girl. Look at you making a mess while choking on my cock and swallowing my come.”

Y/N takes it upon herself to wrap her lips tighter around my cock and massage my balls, ensuring every single last of my nut has released in her mouth. I take it for a while, but I soon become sensitive, practically feeling my skin being sucked off.

“Easy now, angel,” I say through an airy chuckle. I pull my cock out and her mouth echoes a pop sound.

She whines a little because I’m no longer in her mouth and it causes me to smirk because it wasn’t too long ago where she acted like she hated me.

My hand grasps her chin and guides it upwards to meet with my eyes. “You swallowed for me, Y/N? Open up.” She nods, sticking her tongue out. “Perfect.”

“You’re going to fuck me again?” She asks, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.”

Gosh, this woman will be the death of me.

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paithology · 5 months

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𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙀𝙓 ☆ ݁ ⋆

- What it's like to wake up next to your loving boyfriend.

Content warnings: Overstimulation, breeding, cnc

Men who appreciate every day they get to wake up to your gorgeous face and just love sharing a bed with you overall. Making sure your pussy is easily accessible to him at all times.

Every morning, the only thought that plagues his mind is your tank top stuck to your skin, exposing your nipples, the flush of your ass against your lacy panties, and the desperate look on your face when you wake up. It gives him a throbbing urge to sink his cock into your pussy.

He’d start with his hands wandering everywhere. from his arms wrapped around your waist to gripping your ass and rubbing you through your panties.

Pulling them to the side to reveal your wet pussy. The feeling of his cock teasing your folds before he slides his cock in makes you whimper.

He can’t help but groan when your juices flow out as he pushes inside of you. You're just so wet. He loves fucking you from the side because it only makes his thrust deeper, hitting your spot every time.

He tries to silence your cries by shoving his tongue down your throat as you babble and whine about how you can't take much more. Your eyes are filling with pleasurable tears, and your mouth is welling with drool from overstimulation from the way the head of his cock hits your sweet spot nonstop.

He rubs small circles onto your clit, ass swaying from the sheer force of his hips. He begins to get so lost in the feeling of your pussy that he fucks you till he can’t stop. Fucking you through your orgasm His head is in the crook of your neck as he groans at the feeling of you clenching down on his overly sensitive tip.

After what feels like hours, you're reaching back to grip his hair, eyes rolled back. Just begging for him to fill you up again.

Suguru Geto , Choso Kamo, Yuta Okkotsu, Aki Hayakawa, Renji Abarai, Reno Sinclar

Work of: Paige, do not copy.

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aiizenn · 1 year

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men who constantly send you money so you can get your nails and lashes done. of course it’s for your own benefit, but also for his. it turns him on—they’re perfect for giving head. his cock hardens when he feels your hand around him with beautifully done nails. not too long and not too short, just the perfect size to feel them with your grip. you give his tip kitty licks as your other hand makes its way to his abdomen, feeling his tense muscles.

“that’s it, such good little slut.” dirty praises leaving his lips. “eyes up princess” and you listened. your doe eyes decorated with lashes, every blink made you look more innocent and desperate. “so pretty f’me, on your knees, with my cock in your mouth, yeah” every word making you want more, so you take in his length and start bobbing your head. both hands on each side of his hips, as you deep throat him. his large hands gripping your hair and pulling you in. your throat aching from the roughness, your breath is limited but that doesn’t stop him. “keep lookin’ at me” your eyes flutter as you make contact with him once again. the lashes adorning your eyes that were filled with tears.

he hisses when he feels your nails on his hips; tagged with the gagging sound that echoed the room. his length pulses in your mouth as his climax reaches, small curses fall from his mouth when he pulls you in one last time. there is a loud ‘pop’ sound when he removes himself from you and releases his hot creamy cum on your face. tapping his cock on your lips to open wide and drink every drop. his strong grip picks you from the floor and throws you onto the bed. “you sucked me dry, sweetheart. now it’s my turn.” he growls as he buries his head in your needy cunt. your pretty nails playing with his hair for more, like a good little slut.

༊ * · ˚ shunsui, urahara, renji, gin, toji, nanami, geto, gintoki, hijikata, eren, reiner, kishibe, kakashi, million knives, adrian tepes, uzui

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cheonstapes · 9 months

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LASER TAG (various characters)

saw this on pinterest and isnsjsjesisisiaisj😊😊😊😊😊😊.

also first post omg!! lil bit nervous icl ＾＾　enjoy, feedback is appreciated!! s not proof read- it’s 5 am and i am tired🤗

wc; 500+

pairing; any char x reader

cw; gn! reader (use of princess), suggestive, dry humping, making out, betrayal, reader is shorter than character, reader being dramatic (me fr)

soft pants left your lips as you surveyed the area, bright neon lights dancing around the darkened maze. with the laser gun held tightly in your hands, you take a few steps forward, the loud music muffling your movements. you peek round the corner, a puff of air leaving your nose as you spot a figure moving closer.

he pauses- looking around lazily before his gaze settles on you. you can’t see him, your back against the edge of the wall, as he stalks towards you- a teasing smirk on his lips. you freeze as the sound of ruffled clothes nears closer, immediately jumping out from behind and pointing the laser gun at them. “hey! back the fuck- babe?” you slowly put the gun down as you stare at him, a beat passing before a mischievous smile graces your lips as you raise the gun again.

“any last words?” you smirk, head tilting. he lets out a low chuckle, closing the distance between the two of you. the gun is pressed against his firm chest as he looks down at you, eyes hooded and his lower lip tucked between his teeth. “that’s how it is, hm? not gonna give your man a pass, princess?” he leans into your face, breath fanning against your skin. his hands caress your sides, pinching at your exposed skin.

“n-not a chance. it’s a game, babe, i‘m not fucking loosing.” your words catch in your throat as his hands trail lower, teasingly brushing over the curve of your ass. he grips your plump cheeks tightly, pulling you flush against him. a wicked grin stretches his face, his hands working eagerly against your flushed skin. “mm, y’know i’ll always root for my baby, anyway.” he moves his hands to your waist, murmuring softly. “gimme a kiss ‘fore you kill me, at least.”

you roll your eyes playfully, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, pulling him down to your face. he wraps both of his arms around you, lifting you up to press you tightly against a wall, connecting your lips in a hot kiss. his tongue teases yours, hands squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs as he grinds his hips into yours. the bulge in his pants throbbed as you pushed yourself harder against him, breathy moans mingling with his grunts. saliva drips down your chins, the room suddenly feeling 100 degrees hotter as you run your hands through his hair, tugging on the strands to deepen the kiss.

he pulls away abruptly, flashing his teeth as he holds you tightly. your gun lay abandoned on the floor next to you, your eyes locked onto his- his face making you weak in the knees as he smirked down at you softly. “thanks for that, baby.” you smile, giggling as you lean into his touch. “mm, you’re welcome, handsome.”

“‘n sorry for this.” your brows furrow at his words, leaning back slightly as you look up at him in confusion. “huh? sorry for what-“ you gasp as you hear the loud *beep* that sounds from his laser gun, the light on your jacket flickering out as the announcement of your elimination rings through the room. you gaze up at him, disbelief coating your words. “you fucker! what happened to rooting for me?” you smack his chest, pouting angrily as he laughs that deep laugh of his, crossing his arms and looking down at your annoyed self. “well, it is a game, babe. ‘n i’m not fuckin’ loosin’.”

- bakugou katsuki, gojo satoru, renji abarai, eren jeager, childe, tetsuro kuroo, meguru bachira, ryusei shidou

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izurou · 1 year

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SIT STILL LOOK PRETTY FT. BLEACH MEN

features: kurosaki ichigo, urahara kisuke, grimmjow, abarai renji, zaraki kenpachi, and when you’re squirmy during sex.

contains: female reader. established relationships. very brief cockwarming. unprotected sex. dry humping. fingering. oral sex. choking. pet names. pussy eating god grimmjow. kisuke being stinky (hot version) approx 0.3k words per character.

note: some of these lack the squirming aspect but ignore it okay please i wrote these in a rabid dog state of mind :(

KUROSAKI ICHIGO

ichigo has a raw strength that’s second to none, and the determination to do just about anything in this world. still, you somehow manage to rival him at dire times like this—when he has himself buried inside you, but he’s not moving.

“h-hey, quit it,” he hisses, fingertips searing into your waist as he tries to still the subtle roll of your hips against his. he’s tired—borderline exhausted, but he missed you today, and falling asleep while you warm his cock is one of his favourite forms of intimacy—so long as you behave.

“sorry, can’t get comfy,” you respond, lying right through your teeth as you selfishly twist your hips in search of a little relief.

“right,” he mutters, slipping his cock out from in between your legs with a huff. in one swift, fluid motion—he flips you onto your back, hooking his arms behind your knees and leaning over your body. he eases back into your cunt, keeping you folded in half with his weight. “this any better?”

his presence is as overwhelming as ever—big brown eyes never leaving your own, watching the pleasure flood your face as he slowly begins to thrust in and out of you.

“ichi-go,” you gasp, feeling a wave of heat settle onto your cheeks from the sheer vulnerability of this position. that—paired with the unwavering intensity of his gaze almost has you wishing you would just absorb into the mattress. “ichigo.”

“what, baby?” his voice is low, just barely above a whisper as to not miss a single sound that comes out of you. he has the power to completely ruin you right here and now, but he keeps his pace slow—knowing the lazy drag of his cock against your walls will drive you crazy just a little more. “thought you wanted this?”

“i, i do,” you hiccup, squeezing your eyes shut as he starts to press against that gummy spot deep inside you—and he almost can’t keep it together himself.

“shit,” he groans, pressing a kiss just above your brow before rocking his hips into yours with a bit more force. “then take it, no complaining.”

URAHARA KISUKE

kisuke, who isn’t one for quickies, or half assed under the table handjobs—loves to take his time with you. in his mind, the more you writhe and squirm, the better he’s making you feel.

“please,” you beg, fisting the soft white linen on either side of your head. kisuke’s palm is warm as it runs along your spine, silently encouraging your tits to stay pressed to the mattress, and your ass to stay up.

the heat of his touch moves to your waist, both hands gripping your hips as you grind yourself—completely bare, against the persistent bulge in his boxers. you’re sure there’s a little wet patch staining the fabric, though it’s probably not very little anymore.

a choir of gasps and moans fills the room—most courtesy of you, with the occasional feature from kisuke. you keep your grip on the sheets though, even going as far as to use them for leverage—pulling yourself up the bed and away from the man looming behind you.

“where’re you going, hm?” he purrs, leaning over your fleeing figure and caging you between the mattress and himself. he nuzzles into your neck, holding you impossibly close. “you want me to stop?”

“no, don’t stop,” you blurt out, mere milliseconds after he finishes his question. you can feel his grin pressing into your shoulder—a telltale sign that he’s about to be up to no good.

he proves you right, wedging a hand beneath your body and running a finger between your folds. he does it once more, two times, three times total before he settles that finger on your clit—rubbing small, tight circles.

“that’s it,” he coos, feeling your body start to jerk under his own. he knows you have nowhere to go, sandwiched between his hand and his eager cock—begging to be set free. you bury your face into the bed, accepting defeat as you let him do as he pleases. “atta girl, lemme take care of you.”

GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

the list of things grimmjow hates stretches from floor to ceiling and is forever changing—however, the one constant on his list would be his number one; having to work for a meal.

“s-slow down,” you huff, clamping your thighs shut around his head, and forcing him to take his greedy mouth off your cunt. his lips are wet—glistening with you as they form a smirk.

“huh?” he sneers, making a show of running his tongue across his bottom lip, keep his piercing gaze narrowed on you. his nails dig into your skin as he pries your thighs back open—and if your pussy wasn’t messy enough already, grimmjow spits on it from above.

all you can do is prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as he devours your cunt, running his tongue along your folds, sucking on your clit—all while completely disregarding the mess dripping down his chin. your hips have begun to buck and twist beneath his grip, but the thing that makes you lose it entirely, is when he nuzzles his nose against your clit and inhales.

“fuck!” you squeal, rolling yourself onto your side and hiding your face in your hands. he knows how embarrassed that gets you—but he also knows it spurs you on in some twisted form, probably from one too many nights with him.

“move it,” he growls, waving you off to the side before he lays down. there’s an obvious tent in his pants, but you know this position means his own needs are the last thing on his mind.

he motions with a finger for you to come closer—grin tripling in size with every inch that you near. he sticks his tongue out, his way of inviting you to sit on his face—the odds of you going anywhere decrease significantly so long as he can keep his grip on your hips firm—no problem at all.

“don’t cum until i say so,” are the last words you hear before his mouth disappears beneath you—resuming the heated make-out session he was having with your cunt just moments prior.

this time around, you’re grinding down onto his face rather than moving away from it, just as you should be.

ABARAI RENJI

renji is no stranger to seeing you on your knees—in fact you almost always wind up caged between his thighs by the end of the night. a way to relieve stress—that’s what he calls it, but every time he has you in this position, he loses control.

“f-fuck,” he groans, fisting the sheets on either side of him and letting his head fall back. there’s a fire burning in the pit of his stomach, and each bob of your head threatens an all out explosion.

“mm,” you hum, intentionally sending vibrations down the length of his shaft while unintentionally inviting him further into your mouth. he lifts his hips from the bed—tip already threatening to kiss the back of your throat.

“more, fuck,” he pants, tossing his pride out the window as he allows the breathiest little moans to fall from his lips. you pull off just a bit—hoping to sneak in a quick breath or two, but it’s enough for renji to notice the lack of warmth near the base of his cock.

he places a firm hand on the back of your head—holding you in place as he continues to buck his hips. he’s not being rough per se, but he’s barely pulling out—using shallow little thrusts to fuck your throat.

“yeah, just like that,” he praises you, making the conscious decision to avert his gaze from the roof to you—a choice that almost makes him cum on the spot. “fuck, look at you.”

you, with tears brimming your gorgeous eyes and saliva bubbling at the corners of your mouth, have never looked more beautiful. the sight has renji slowing his movements, cupping your face in his hand, wiping the stray tear that sneaks down your cheek.

“so pretty baby,” he mutters, unexpectedly pulling his cock from your mouth and leaning forward—kissing you instead. his lips move in tandem with yours, only momentarily though as he pulls back, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. “my turn now, okay?”

ZARAKI KENPACHI

most of the time, kenpachi is in the driver’s seat—but every once in a blue moon he’ll let you take the wheel, and every time, he’s reminded of why he shouldn’t.

handing over the reins entirely, he leans back—heated gaze searing through your weak attempt at holding your composure. one of his hands rests on your thigh, kneading the skin—an encouraging gesture, but one that does nothing to soothe the ache between your legs.

“kenny, i,” you can barely get the words out—too focused on sinking yourself down onto his shaft, back up again, down once more. you’re barely using half of his full length, but that’s all it takes for your legs to begin shaking—involuntarily clamping shut in front of you as you bring your knees together. “‘m close.”

you writhe in his lap, switching between feeble attempts to keep bouncing for him, and stopping completely to squeeze your legs together as best you can with his cock still between them.

“hey,” his chest rumbles from underneath your palms, pausing the internal battle you’re having with yourself. he grabs onto your waist, fingertips pressing into the fat of your hips and pulling you down. “you’re gonna take it all, right?”

“i can’t,” you insist, feeling his heavy cock drag against your walls, stretching you out in the most perfect of ways. a burning sensation is settling into your thighs, you can’t last a moment longer. you fall forwards onto his chest with a whine—leaving nothing but the head of his cock inside you. “can’t, i can’t.”

“come on, sit up,” he orders, wedging a hand between your bodies to hold the base of his cock in place—urging you to sit on it again. that same, thoughtful hand trails it’s way up your torso, in between your breasts, before finally settling on your throat.

it feels good—the slight pressure he’s putting on your neck, it makes you want him more. you sink down onto him, letting yourself see all the stars in the universe as his voice becomes increasingly distant—though still audible. “don’t squirm, unless you wanna run out of air.”

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backwzzds · 10 months

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ೃ⁀➷ touch me feel me, renji abarai (nsfw)

renji helps you relax after a long day at the nursing home.

for @roronoaswifey 🫶🏾🫶🏾

you huff out a deep breath as you finally open the door to your apartment. with a close of your eyes, you begin to feel yourself swaying back and forth in near collapse, but almost jump when you feel a familiar large set of hands support you.

“renjiii, don’t touch me, i have old people piss & shit over me,” you whined, shrugging your husband off of you. “i’m sweating, i stink, i feel disgusting.

renji frowned before embracing you again. “i missed you.”

you turn your head and peck his lips before leaving your dirty shoes by the front door and begin walking barefoot to your bathroom. “i know baby, but i need to shower first. that 16 hour double really fucked my back up.”

renji nearly winces at the sound of your back cracking for comfortability. but still, he ignored your previous protests and continues to place small kisses at the nape of your neck as you undressed out your scrubs. he’d lick you in dirt if you’d let him. some sweat didn’t bother him.

“i’ll run you a bath. then lemme give you a massage afterward, mama.” his voice is so convincing. all you wanted to do was collapse and fall asleep, but it would be a cold day in hell before you sat on any piece of your furniture in your contaminated work clothes. renji picks up your scrubs and places them in your work hamper set to wash in the morning.

finally, you give in with a bare nod as renji makes his way over to the tall white tub. running piping hot water just the way he knew you liked, you’re in the bath in two minutes. you sink to your bottom and tiredly rest your cheek against the base of your knee. renji notices how you’re so exhausted, you forgot to put your braids up so they wouldn’t get wet. grabbing pieces of your hair, he ties it up in a makeshift bun atop your head, to which you thank him with a mutter.

“bad day mama?” he asks as he began soaping your back with your washcloth. you let out a deep breath for the millionth time. you were just so happy to be home with him now. from the quietness of your response, he already knows your answer. “what happened baby?”

“so much shit. this shift was more traumatizing than the last. some old bitchy aide reported me to the nurse for a small mistake of leaving a trash bag in a room and i just kept making a bunch of mistakes today. i’m already an outcast because of how new i am to this shit, so this just makes it all much more embarrassing,” you admit it. “i don’t really wanna talk too much on it, ‘fore i get pissed off. that okay?”

renji looks at you as you turn to him with sad eyes. he gives you an adoring smile as he kisses your ear. “you just worked 16 hours. wouldn’t be expecting no different shit from you,” he teased with a small laugh from you. “just remember, everyone starts from somewhere. at the end of the day, you have a bigger goal to reach after school and most of that shit just stems from jealousy. a lot of older people don’t like seeing younger ones win or get bread. it’s fucking crazy.”

you giggle at his words, slowly feeling the stress leave your body. leaning against renji’s arm on the side of the tub, you run your pruny fingers across the terrain of his multiple tattoos. with soft eyes, you turn your head to face him once more.

“still wanna give me that massage?”

and that was how you ended up with your back to the mattress, getting between your legs ate out like no tomorrow. you always knew renji ate pussy. it was one of the reasons you got and stayed with him. but to say he was average at doing so—would be one of the biggest lies ever told.

“oh,” your voice is barely audible as your each up to stare down at the scene before you. a full head of red hair is busy obstructing your view as you can only see the side of renji’s face while he eats you out. “right there.”

you don’t have it in you to scream, you don’t have it in you to do too much. all you could do was cry and whine. your entire body is moisturized and glistening with cocnout oil with exception to your pretty pussy that’s being devoured by your husband.

“renji,” you let out, mind too confuzzled from the intense pleasure from your lower half to form any proper words. “t-that feels s-so—fuck daddy,” you bite your lip so hard, you swear you feel blood drawing from the pricked skin.

“feels good baby?” renji’s deep voice sends vibrations between your thighs as you nearly suffocate him from squeezing so tight around his head. he couldn’t blame you, you were a head squeezer as much as he was a head pusher.

“so good, ‘m gonna cum soon,” you cried, watching the euphoric scene unfold beneath you. renji licked long stripes up the base of his cunt before spreading your fat lips open to get a better view of your soaked clit already beginning to coat itself in white. to make matters better worse, renji slipped in a long and slender middle finger into your entrance, slowly pumping in and iut of you.

you begin to feel his digits curl in and out of you as he continues working around your creamy clit. it’s inevitable for your hands to immediately fly to his maroon red hair, wavy strands damp from helping you out in the bath.

your knees are folded so far back behind your head, the dangling jewelry of your belly piercing is digging deep into your skin as you threaten to collapse your legs along renji’s own back. “can’t—can’t hold it,” you’re breathing heavily, unsure on whether or not you can contain your orgasm.

renji hums at the sweet spot between your legs and continues at his slow pace. he was gonna take his time with you tonight. he knew how hard you worked, and only wanted nothing but the best treatment he could give you for the night. the pleasure wasn’t his, but instead yours.

within seconds, the devious redhead is kissing your clit, still working wonders on you. 11:59 by elijah blake is now playing lowly through your shared room as you grip the bedsheets beside you. renji uses his free hand to slowly slide up your body, making sure to touch every aspect of your curvaceous terrain.

without the use of his eyes, his hands immediately find home to one of your breasts, and he grabs the fat flesh in his hand, squeezing it contently. he removes his touch from you to spread your lips open once more, deciding to turn the heat up just a bit.

“renji!” you’re gasping when you feel his tongue poke your open hole. that was enough to send you creaming all over his face, milky white arousal coating his long tongue diving in and out of you. “please please, right there, i’m cumming, i’m cumm—“ your boyfriend ignores your exasperated cries as your legs tremble around him.

an hour later, he’s still going and by now you’re on your fourth orgasm. renji never joked around when he said he ate pussy for his pleasure. and not just any pussy—your pussy. the man could eat you out for hours on end then fall asleep like a baby without ever expecting anything back from you in return. he proved himself right every time he got between your plush thighs and ate you out like your pussy was his last meal on death row.

renji comes up from between your legs for the first time in a while. “c’mon ma, you can cum one more time for me. make a mess on my face baby, you deserve it.” a taunting smirk is rested upon his face as he admires the reaction he managed to have on you.

your entire body felt like it was going through shock. how could him eating your pussy soft and slow make you feel like a thousand volts of electricity where running through your bloodstream? you can’t even remember the trouble you went through earlier that day at work by the time you’re finally squirting along his face, completely done and overstimulated.

your mouth is held wide open in an o position as your breath gets caught in your throat. you can’t find the breath to speak as you continue releasing yourself all over renji, who, in turn is basking in your arousal like a child at a waterpark. tears flow from your dolly eyes as you finally feel all energy suck out of you like a vacuum.

by now, renji is doing his last rounds and licking you up completely clean. he always managed to get you so fucked out whether it was with his dick or with his fingers and tongue alone. by the time you’re pretty much wiped up clean, your man presses kisses along the brown terrain of your body. your braids are long gone out your bonnet by now, and you’re sure that your sheets were next in line to wash.

renji’s voice is sensual and low as he comes back up to you and looks down in your eyes with love and lust clouding his pupils. running his large hand down your breasts and giving it a comforting rub, he asks you, “you finally forgot about all that shit that got you worked up at your job earlier?”

the nod on your head isn’t enough to hide your smile as you throw your leg over him and finally knock out for the night.

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katsuma6 · 7 months

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Bleach Men Simple Turn-Ons.

Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki, Kisuke Urahara, Sosuke Aizen, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Renji Abarai

Warnings⚠️🔞: some smut - mature content - please don't interact if you are under 18‼️

Ichigo Kurosaki:

• Ichigo is a pretty modest guy and a bit shy too but, when you wear something sexy...

• he can't ignore it. Absolutely will not be able to look away.

• will constantly be touching you.

• obsessed with your body and loves seeing you show if off.

• if you're planning on going out and he sees you in something that shows off your best features, you're staying home for the rest of the evening while he praises your body.

Kiskue Urahara:

• this man LOVES dirty talk.

• building that sexual tension drives him wild.

• "I can't wait to fee you inside me" "I love feeling you on top of me" "I want to feel your cock in my mouth"

• Being enthusiastic about sex will massage his ego, it will make him feel attractive and desired. It may sound a little counter-intuitive, but it’s massively powerful for turning him on.

Sosuke Aizen:

• Aizen is a very demanding and dominant man but, something about taking initiative.

• just grab him and change position in the bed.

• tell him to sit down and just start deep throating without even mentioning it first.

• he loves watching you take over and ride his cock.

• it's a nice change for him

Grimmjow jaegerjaquez:

• sitting on his lap.

• instant boner

• you fit so perfectly right between his legs and you move around on purpose, pushing his buttons.

• but be careful. Once he starts fucking you, he can go for hours and multiple rounds.

• "you think you're funny sitting on my lap getting me all worked up in front of everyone? What a dirty girl."

• "feel how hard you made me?"

• this man is FERAL.

Renji Abarai:

• he loves when you wear your hair up.

• its so easy to pull on or grab

• he'll being holding it while fucking from behind or wrapping it around his hand while he face fucks you.

• it also shows off you facial features that he adores so much.

• goes crazy when you get on your knees and tie your hair up while maintaining eye contact

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muzansfangs · 11 months

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They accidentally see you naked.

Starring: Abarai Renji, Aizen Sosuke, Urahara Kisuke, Haschwalth Jugram.

Format: short imagines.

Warnings: nsfw, fluff, language, horny thoughts, implied sexual tension on previous encounters, masturbation, f!reader, suggestive themes, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (m!receiving), oral sex (f!receiving), slight altered narration of the canon events for Aizen’s part, possible spoiler in Haschwalth part and mention to kidnapping (?).

Plot: what happens when you are naked and they accidentally walk on you, catching a full glimpse of your bare body in all its glory? Hormones cannot always be contained.

PART ONE | PART TWO

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Abarai Renji.

Rummaging through Orihime’s clothes, covered in flour and baking powder from head to toe, you checked the clock briefly. You had to make it in time, or else you were going to fail your best friend’s expectations and mess up her plan to spend a lovely night with Ichigo. When she told you she had convinced him to join her for dinner, you wasted no time in helping her cooking something decent to eat. You were her best friend, after all. You were not going to let her date get ruined by a predictable food poison, considering Orihime’s creations. Additionally, you cared about Ichigo too much to let him die like that.

Now the question is: ‘how did you end up in that situation, anyway?’.

You had spent almost the entire afternoon cooking by her side, when she suddenly remembered that she had to go to buy something to drink and meet up with Sado. You had no problem in taking care of the kitchen without her assistance and you still needed to cook the dessert anyway, therefore you assured her that, by the time she had made her comeback, she would have found a delicious cake in the fridge. Trusting in your abilities blindly, Orihime left and you wasted no time in collecting the ingredients for the cake.

Odds, however, were not in your favor. Literally.

When you finally spotted the packet of flour, you sighed in contempt for it was settled on the top shelf of the cupboard far from your reach. Now, confinding into your skills, you dragged a chair towards the counter and climbed on top of it. The clumsy version of yourself decided to show up, though, and as you grasped the packet, you lost your balance and fell down on the floor. Your grip on the packet loosend and it ended up ripping, causing the content to fall all over yourself. Never in your life something like that had happened to you and you felt in an awful distress.

Wiping away some powder from your face, you stood up and dashed to your best friend’s bedroom. You were pretty sure you could find something to wear and, honestly, Orihime would have not minded lending you some of her clothes.

Yet, your best friend was tired of you and Renji’s dynamics. Sneaky glances, snippy comments, lingering touches. The attraction was evident.

Therefore, she had set up a trap for you. As you finally pulled out some red shorts and an oversized t-shirt from a drawer, Renji Abarai was already on his way to Orihime house, totally unaware that the only person he would have found in there was you. Why? Your smart friend had made him believe her house would have hosted a small party with your whole group of friends and he had accepted the invitation.

Truth to be told, it took her a while to convince him but, when she mentioned you were going to be there, he had changed his mind.

Tossing your dirty clothes carelessly on the floor, you ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower to remove the flour from your hair, cleavage and improbable parts of your body. Renji, in the meanwhile, knocked on the front door, calling out your name along with Ichigo’s, Rukia’s, Uryu’s and Orihime’s ones. Naturally, you could not hear him and he thought that kicking the door open was a good idea.

You had just stepped out of the shower and, since you thought you were alone, you had not wrapped a towel around your naked body to make your way back to the bedroom, where you had left the clean clothes you had picked.

Now, as you stepped out of the bathroom and flicked your gaze up, you thought you had been a victim of a concussion and that you obviously were having an allucination. Renji’s rounded eyes and his parted lips, though, made you realize it was real. He was there, in front of you. Squeaking out in panic, you blushed and ran back to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you as you felt your heart thrumming into your chest.

“What the hell are you doing here?! You are such a moron!” you snapped from behind the door, knowing damn well that Renji was probably still standing in the corridor and trying to figure out what on the holy Earth had just happened.

“Me?! What the hell are you doing naked?! I never met someone walking around a fucking house completely naked!” Renji fired back, banging his fist on the door in frustration.

Despite being irritated by your antics, Renji could not deny that the sight of your curves, of your naked skin, was tattooed into his mind. You had no idea of the amount of nights he had spent thinking about how your skin tasted after a bath, or how it would have felt like ripping your clothes off of you. You were absolutely beautiful, a sight to behold, the woman he had to make his.

In the privacy of his bedroom, in the middle of the night, he had moaned your name as he had touched himself in maddness and desire. How many times he had imagined you, mouth hanging open, writhing beneath him, as he rutted his hips onto yours. And now, now he had had the chance to see how beautiful you really were without any item shielding your magnificent body from his eyes.

“You’re such a jerk! I didn’t know you were coming over! — you quipped suddenly, grasping a towel and wrapping it around yourself — Also, what are you even doing here?! You should leave and I should too, before Orihime and Ichigo come back” you reasoned, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. Gosh, your face was still beet red and you were visibly shaken.

Renji Abarai had seen you naked. Your crush had just had a full clear view of your bare body. It was not exactly the way you had planned to let him see you like that for the first time.

Renji scoffed “What? I’ve come over for the stupid party Orihime is hosting…” he replied, furrowing his brows at your statement.

You opened the door hesitantly, peeking out to lock eyes with him “What? Are you serious?” you whispered, relaxing a bit as you tried to connect the dots. Oh, now you could see it. Inoue Orihime had tricked you and that idiot of Renji!

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose as the red-haired shinigami stared at you dumbfounded. What was wrong with him? He stared at you, hooded eyes and a weird expression on his face, without saying a word. Well, of course, he was still fighting back the urge to pin you up against the door and fuck you senseless.

“She trolled us” you stated, folding your arms against your chest and leaning your back against the wall, in a pathetic attempt to snap him out of the catatonic status he had fallen into. It was pointless. At the lack of feedback, you let your eyes trailing down his body and you gawked at the prominent tent you saw in his pants.

You clasped your hand over your mouth and slapped his chest, earning a grunt from him along with a homicidal glance.

“Oi!” he protested, clenching his fists down his sides and taking a menacing step closer to you.

“Did you get a boner from staring at me?! You are such a pig, Renji, o my God! I can’t believe I have a cr—…” you cut yourself off as soon as you saw Renji’s features relaxing and a smug smile crossing his lips. You were so done with yourself.

Did you just confess your feelings to him?

“Fuck” you uttered, hiding your face behind your hands and turning your back at him.

His hand softly squeezing your shoulder, though, caught you off guard. You felt his chest gracing your back and you slowly lowered your hands from your face. You were even more surprised to feel his arms gently snaking around your waist and involving you in a gentle hug, despite his abrasive nature. It was pleasantly unexpected.

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s clear that we like each others. I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but you’re hot. — he started, propping his chin on top of your head — Why don’t you get dressed and we go out on a date? That’d be nice, right?” he asked, swallowing his pride as he came to terms with the fact that he could not truly stay away from you for any longer.

You felt your face heat up but smiled and nodded your head, before glancing up and him “Oh, it looks like someone truly got some balls down here, huh? I’m totally in!” you teased him, chuckling and dashing down to Orihime’s bedroom to get ready.

Renji rolled his eyes “I swear, I’ll fuck that sassy attitude out of you one day” he shouted after you, before entering the bathroom to get rid of that little problem making his ripped jeans uncomfortable.

Urahara Kisuke.

Working with Kisuke was both stressful and enjoyable at the same time. He was hilarious, kind and generous, but extremely lazy. That peculiar trait of his personality, of course, was enough to make you slightly jumpy and sleep-deprived because you had to take care of the shop both day and night. Why did you do it? Well, at first, you needed some extra money to pay for your studies and you craved some indipendence, but then you started to develop a small crush for the blonde shop-keeper and working by his side became more of a self-indulgent activity than a duty.

Now, when the time of festivities came, you were well prepared to run around the shop to satisfy your costumers. Sometimes, you even decorated the shelves and put on some soft music to cheer up the atmosphere. Indeed, that was exactly what you did that day: it was carnival, after all.

However, today, you had had the splendid idea to dress up as a bunny. Or, to be fair, a sensual bunny. You knew Kisuke Urahara like the back of your hand and you perfectly knew what you would have done to him by ambling around with those lovely black, soft ears over your head and a tight leather corset embracing your curves. You had decided to push his buttons, to test his self-control and, by the time you walked into the shop that morning dressed up like this, you did not fail to notice the way his eyes widened even so slightly as he hid his grin behind his fan.

Working by your side was the equivalent of experiencing his personal living hell. Every single time you passed by him, you made sure to brush your gloved fingers against his chest, your lashes fluttering in a dramatically slow manner that made his pants tight. You were playing with fire, but it was a dangerous game you were willing to play.

Kisuke was obviously intrigued. He had dreamt about you since Ichigo had introduced you two. The way you always looked dashing, the way your glossy lips captivated him and made him pant in the privacy of his bedroom, as soon as your shift ended and you left, was mind-blowing. He was so tired of having to reach his climax alone. He wanted nothing more than your soft, plumped lips wrapped around his cock as he held your hair behind your nape for him to thrust into your mouth easily.

“Nice choice of items” he had purred eventually, watching you from behind his blonde eyelashes, as his tongue teasingly darted out of his mouth to lick a stripe off of his lollipop.

What an infuriatingly handsome son of a bitch he was.

The way he looked at you as his tongue kept on savouring the sugary candy was making your mouth dry. He had read your cards, had he not? You pressed your thighs together, mentally cursing his name as you glanced up at him with a slight blush.

Oh, how you badly you wanted him to treat your pussy the way he was licking that stupid lollipop. The former Captain had apparently decided to mess with your head.

You cleared your throat and hummed, pretending not to be affected by his words and antics “Thank you so much” you simply replied, a thin-lipped smile crossing your face.

He stared at you intently for a few seconds, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, before he decided to taunt you again “Ah, I wonder how good they’d look on the floor. — he casually commented — I guess I’ll never know, though”.

You felt your stomach twist and your fingers curled on the edge of the counter as you let his words sink in. You had won, but he had clearly called your bluff. The time left to spend in his company was mercifully short, by now. The night had veiled the sky and you had closed the shop. Walking home alone in that short dress was not a great idea, therefore you had brought some clothes with you to change.

Without saying a word, you simply grabbed your bag from the shelf and walked off to the back of the shop. You took off your gloves, your skirt, your stupid corset and allowed yourself to breathe properly again. Your chest was completely exposed and your panties were so thin that it felt like you were not wearing them at all.

Before you had time to reach for the zip of your bag, the door swung open and you shrieked in embarrassment as Kisuke’s voice rang in your ears.

“I was thinking that maybe we could—…” he started, but he never finished that sentence.

His lollipop slipped from his fingers, clattering on the floor as a shaky breath left his parted lips. You, the girl he wanted to ask out that very night, were standing a few feet away from him in only her thong and those cute little bunny ears he had fantasized about for the last four hours. God, how badly he wanted to see them fall from your head as you rode him to exhaustion. You looked like a goddess and, consequentially, he could not tear his eyes from your naked frame.

“Kisuke!” you squirmed, your arms trying to cover your naked breasts as he did not seem to be able to move.

“I am so sorry, but you look so beautiful it’d be a shame to look away…” he breathed out, making you blush and reach down to unzip the bag laying at your feet with one hand, careful not to expose your nipples to his attentive eyes once again.

“Wait!” he fretted again and you flicked your gaze up on him again.

He took his hat off, a thing you had rarely seen him doing before. His eyes seemed to twinkle in a malicious light, but they were kind “How can I make it up to you?” he asked, keeping the eye-contact with you.

The tension was tangible and, honestly, what was the use in dressing up again if he had already took a full view of your naked body? Was it not supposed to happen sooner or later? You had been eye-fucking each others for hours, after all.

You sighed and arched an eyebrow up, cocking your head to the side as you finally found the courage to speak and shame left your body.

“Well, since you dropped your lollipop and you have nothing to run your tongue on anymore, why don’t you give me a taste of your skills? You surely had some fun in driving me mad too, right?” you teased him, leaning your back against the wall and winking at him from across the room.

Urahara Kisuke, the damn shop-keeper, smirked and kicked the lollipop to the side with his foot, before reaching you with a few quick strides. He looked at you up and down, a faint blush on his cheeks, as he hooked his calloused hands underneath your thighs and lifted you up.

“My, my… I figured I was going to kiss your other lips by the end of the day. — he commented chuckling, as he settled you on top of a table — I’m clearly not going to complain now” he added, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your panties.

You bit your lower lip, when he dragged the fabric down your thighs with his teeth and your fingers tangled his soft hair “You lucky bastard…” was all that you said.

In fact, the way his tongue flicked your clitoris, with your legs draped over his shoulders, was enough to make you babble out incoherent words for the rest of the night.

Aizen Sosuke.

You had always had a weird way to get under his skin. From the moment he had met you, despite you being a mere human with some peculiar ability, he knew you were not as judgemental as the other members of your crew of human friends. You were a bit older, you were responsible, you had a brilliant mind and, obviously, he loved the way he could not manipulate you. He had the constant feeling he could never get to corrupt your soul, your vision of the world. You were too rational, even for someone like him. Deep down, though, he sensed you were not totally unaffected by his charisma.

Aizen Sosuke was not only a godly handsome man: he was charming, brilliant, and, much to your dismay, someone you had undeniably fallen in love with.

You had figured something dark lurked underneath his friendly façade almost immediately. Curiosity killed the cat and you had found yourself glued to his hip. Before you could venture further into his business, though, he had made sure you caught a glimpse of his dark side. He had clearly told you not to meddle in his private life, but you feared to lose him. You feared something would have happened sooner or later and therefore, not to watch your heart break, you had left the Soul Society without your friends or bothering to letting him know.

You had not heard from him for a whole week. You tried not to think about him, but his ghost was everywhere you went, in every activity you did. His name indulged on your tongue way too much for your own good, when you cursed yourself for having picked the worst Shinigami ever to have a crush on. His presence in your life had affected you so much, to the point that trying to go on and live your ordinary life as a human was impossible. It was like living in a perpetual agony.

That evening, you were coming back from the gym when you got caught in a pouring rain. Naturally, you had not brought an umbrella with you and, by the time you got back home, you were soaked. What a misfortune, a thing you were getting used to lately.

As soon as you unlocked the door of your flat and stepped inside, you took off your shoes and discarded you bag on the floor before ambling absent-mindedly to your bathroom and grabbing a few towels to dry yourself. You lived alone, you did not think that a certain someone was actually waiting for you in the shadows. Oh, Aizen was so upset with you. His eyes followed your every move attentively, pondering when it would have been the perfect moment to step out and make his presence known.

You were beautiful, so tempting, even for someone like him who believed to be a god. Maybe it was your innocence, the goodness in you, but he was still a man. He was drawn to your beauty like a moth to a flame.

As you took off your drenched t-shirt and bra, you proceeded to drag your leggings down your legs and shivered. A warm shower was highly needed and, as soon as you got rid of your panties too, you let out a sigh of relief and glanced up at your reflection in the mirror. You were tired, that was true, but the scream that left your lips though was not due to the dark circles around your eyes, giving you a jumpscare. It was due to the presence of the man standing right behind you.

His glasses, his brown locks and his handsome face were unmistakable. Aizen Sosuke. The Captain of the Fifth Division was right behind you with a smug smirk crossing his lips and an his eyes transfixed on your naked frame. He was not even trying to hide the wolfish grin on his lips.

You blushed from head to toe and tried to run into the cubicle of the shower, hoping that the thick, red courtain would have shielded your curves from him. You never stepped into the shower, though. Aizen had other plans in store for you and, in a swift motion, you found yourself pinned to nearest wall. His hand, firmly wrapped around the back of your neck, forced your cheek against the white tiled wall and his body was pressed up against your back.

“It’s good to see you again, darling” he hissed in your ear, his hot breath fanning the base of your neck and sending shivers down your spine.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you blurted out, trying to ignore the fact that, not only you were naked, but Sosuke did not even seem to be bothered by your nudity at all. The bastard had no shame.

He grinned “You know exactly why I’m here” he declared, taking his glasses off and settling them carelessly on the counter at his right.

You blushed and gritted your teeth, batting your eyes closed to steady your breath. You wanted to lash out at him, tell him how you hated the way he had pushed you away, throwing fact at his perfect face. He was the reason why you had left in the first place.

“Get out of my sight… You shouldn’t be here” you stated, although you quite did not want him to go. Not again. You did not want to spend any more time without him, no matter how irritated you were, how scared you were. You needed him. You needed to get upset every time he was overly kind with you and showed off those perfect deceitful smiles of his. The smirks you had fallen for…

“Tsk, tell me to leave and I may consider this option” he cooed, his grip on the back of your neck tightening as he pressed his clothed crotch against your ass.

You gasped, flushing up even more at his action. Was he excited? Did he really find you attractive? Was it another way to fool you?

“Aizen…” you whispered.

“Come on, say it. Tell me to leave, tell me to stop or tell me something else. Tell me what do you want me to do” he taunted you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he made it painly clear that leaving was not in his plans. Oh, he was far from wanting to leave. He had come here to confront you, to deliver his message for you personally. Eveything was clearly going according to his plan. He was so obsessed with perfectionism and you, of course, were exactly what he needed right now. You were part of his plan too, somehow.

You cursed yourself for enjoying this and, as you sighed and gave him the green card to proceed, you felt your inevitable fall approaching.

“Stay” you breathed out, earning an dark chuckle from the man behind you.

“That’s what I thought” he said, slithering his hand between your legs and plunging his fingers into your core without warning you. You moaned, a little startled by the sudden move, your inner walls gradually trying to adjust to the intrusion.

Sosuke bit your shoulder softly, as his fingers pumped into you deeply at a rough but steady pace. It was almost as if he wanted to punish you. He always had everything under control, it was almost frustrating. He enjoyed the way you moaned softly, under your breath, not to pamper him and make his chest swell up in pride.

However, as he pulled them out of you and you whined for the sudden sensation of emptiness, he hastily pulled his pants down and thrusted up into you. The sinful moan, strained in pain for his roughness, was enough to make him smirk in satisfaction.

“Don’t you fucking dare to leave like that ever again —he growled, thrusting into you at a feral pace — I’ll fuck an apology out of you”.

And he stack up to his vow.

Haschwalth Jugram.

You were not friends. You were far from that. You were enemies, actually. He had kidnapped you almost two months ago, making all of your friends worried sick about you. When you had asked him why he had done it, he dismissively replied that it was necessary, that he saw potential in you, that your friends would have fallen into his trap by coming to your rescue.

However, as weeks passed by, you noticed a change in his behavior. He was no more in his typical haste, he stayed a little longer to talk to you, he made sure you did not feel like a prisoner. You found out he was not a real monster. At least, not with you. Sometimes he was the one to deliver your meals to you. You never asked him why he did it. You accepted his kindness, despite the difficulty of keeping up a conversation with him for more than ten minutes. Haschwalth Jugram was so bashful. It irked you how he could have been the incarnation of the Prince Charming, if he was not a villain.

Now, you had to admit that, among other things, you had not failed to appreciate his appearence. The blue-eyed man was handsome as hell. Almost too perfect to walk this Earth, too deadly to be a human. Finding him attractive was wrong on so many levels, but you tried to hold on onto that trivial thought to take your mind off. You were still a prisoner, after all.

Now, he was a respectful man. You had noticed that he always came to check on you at the same hour. That night was not supposed to be an exception. You were laying on your back on the soft bed of your room, rosy cheeks and fuzzy mind. You were indulging on the thought of him again. It was an unhealthy obsession, a lustful and sinful thought you would have gladly got rid of, but in that very moment you could not.

You gave up. You slipped your shorts off, your panties following their same destiny on the floor along with your t-shirt. You laid down bare, your fingers travelling down your abdoment and finally reaching down to your aching core. A sigh of relief fell from your lips as you started to draw figures eights on your bundle of nerves. Oh, how badly you wished he was the one to do it. He had long fingers that you were more than sure would have fitted perfectly into you.

His name escaped your lips softly once, twice and thrice. It was hard not to, when your body was on fire. You desired him, you wanted to see his mask of pride slip as he took you on that bed.

You were so lost into the realm of pleasure that you did not even heard the door creak open and saw the tall figure looming in your room, until he spoke and your blood ran cold.

“Do you need something—…” the tall blonde said, only to feel his tongue freeze in his mouth at the sight before his icy-blue eyes.

You were staring up at him in pure shock, naked, with your legs wide open and your fingers buried deep into your core. He seemed to be composed, despite the awkward situation and it took you a few seconds to reach and slip under the covers to hide your nudity from his glacial eyes.

After enduring the most embarrassing staring contest of your life between you two, he cleared his throat and spoke again “I did not intend to disturb you. I was passing by your door and I heard my name. I apologize” he flatly declared. But you did not fail to catch the way his left hand twitched and the way his pants seemed to tighten slightly. Did he appreciate the view?

You blushed and nodded your head “Let’s pretend it never happened. — you breathed out, careful not to let the blankets fall — Do you need something? Can I help you in any way?” you added, avoiding to make eye-contact with him again.

The blonde man took a moment before answering, his cold eyes still lingering over your frame, studying the way the silky covers were draped over your body and exalting your curves. It was not good at all. He was losing his focus because of you. The worst part of it was that it was not exactly the first time, but it was surely a problem since it was happening before your eyes.

“No, I’m perfectly fine. — he replied shortly — I’ll take my leave”.

And with that, he left your bedroom, slamming the door behind him in frustration. However, he laid his back against it, running a gloved hand over his visage as he tried to compose himself. It was hard coming to terms with the fact that he liked you. Having seen you naked, however, had devasted him. He was hungry. He was so hungry he had to have you now, even for once. Even if he would have not got to touch you ever again.

“Bloody Hell…” he uttered under his breath, before opening the door again and dashing into your bedroom. He locked the door and walked up to you, stopping beside you and taking his coat off. His hands immediately reached down for his belt and he unbuckled his belt, his eyes clouded over in lust as he stared at you as if you were his property.

“Actually, there’s a thing you can do for me. Suck me off. Open that pretty mouth of yours that moaned my name so sweetly” he growled, unzipping his pants and pulling them down enough for you to slip his hard cock out of his boxers.

Your mouth watered and your cheeks flushed as you sat up hastily and flicked your gaze up to meet his “Is that a command?” you whispered teasingly, only to make him snort and grip your hair gently.

“Yes, it is. And make sure to swallow” he crooned, watching the way you smirked and wrapped your lips around him so diligently.

In the end, you had got what you wanted from the beginning. He lost his temper, you lost your dignity.

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AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! It’s my first Bleach post and I hope you can appreciate it. Likes, comments and reposts are appreciated! I am sorry for the delay, but I am currently very busy!

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