⨳warnings/notes: idk? more erotic than smutty? body worshipper Renji
⨳synopsis: In which Lt. Renji Abarai has been having dreams involving a sultry seductress - dreams that feel all too real...
⨳beta reader: the incredibly generous @mxgenderbender - thank you for putting your time, energy, and expertise into helping me improve my writing! 😘
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When you first arrived at the shop that weekend, you’d been nervous. But as soon as you saw Renji’s face beaming at you, excited that you’d shown up, all of your worries melted away. His eyes had a way of telling you everything was going to be okay as he pulled you in behind him and eagerly introduced you to his friends. You recognized Tessai right away, hugging him and telling him how much you missed his cooking. You met Ichigo, Rukia, Urahara, and Yoruichi, as well as Chad, Ishida, and Orihime. Everyone’s energy was positive. You were easily able to discern the introverts from the extroverts, as well as how the dynamics between everyone were unfolding.
You especially liked Rukia. She was obviously intelligent and possessed a riotous sense of humor, dark and dry much like your own. The two of you talked about Renji briefly, just enough for her to learn how the two of you had met and sense the obvious chemistry between you.
“Anyone able to feel spiritual pressure here could pick up on it and that’s…well, pretty much everyone,” she’d said.
Renji sidled up next to you, tipsy like everyone else, and said, “Did I hear my name over here? You two talking about me? I wanna know what you said. Ruki, you better not be telling her any embarrassing stories about me!”
Rukia scoffed. “No need, Renji. I’m sure you’ve got that covered without my help.” Both of you snickered while you pouted and leaned into him.
“Renji, don’t be mad. You know I’m quite skilled at making an ass of myself as well!”
He wrapped his arm around you with a crooked smile. “Well, why don’t you come with me and we’ll make asses of ourselves together?”
You put your hand over his and waved to a smiling Rukia as he pulled you away. He led you outside where it was dark and quiet and secluded, the sounds of the party muffled by the sliding exterior doors.
“You look like you’re having a good time…”
“I am, thank you for inviting me! All of your friends are so cool and really nice!” You leaned back against the wooden siding of the building, looking up at him and biting your lip, unwittingly exuding far more sexiness than you’d intended. ‘Sexy’ was your baseline with Renji, so your coy smile and light touches only fanned the fire of a flame that had long ago been ignited. He’d been contemplating whether or not kissing you right now was a good idea when you distracted him.
"Can I..." You pushed your fingertips together and looked at him with doe eyes. "...touch your sword?"
His eyes went wide, not sure if you were being literal or figurative. If you were being sexually suggestive, he was silently judging you for being really shitty at it.
You read his hesitation and quickly followed up with, "Not the whole thing, just the hilt."
Not helping. At all. There was only one thing for it.
"Well, uhh- yeah, okay." He gripped the sheath of his Zanpakutou, keeping his thumb over the hand guard for your safety.
You reached out and laid your fingertips down on the hilt, feeling the diamond-shaped dips between the dark burgundy wrap. "I can feel its power," you said, looking up at him. "What's its name?"
His lips at once parted and developed into a smile, impressed by your apparent knowledge of Zanpakutou and their nature. "Zabimaru."
Your fingers found their way from the pommel to the side of the guard where his thumb rested, then back again, noting the impeccable craftsmanship of it and its intricate beauty.
"Zabimaru," you repeated. "Stunning. Powerful." You pulled your hand back, but before he realized what he was doing he grabbed it—not with any contrived intention, but to do what only felt natural at the moment, which was to bring his lips down to kiss the top of your hand. Your other hand covered your mouth at the display of chivalry, taken as you were by his knightliness.
In one deft movement you fisted his Shihakushou and pulled him towards you with the hand he'd kissed, wrapping your other hand around the back of his neck. You pressed your lips softly against his before looking into his eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done th-"
Before you could finish your thought, he'd cupped your face in his hands and took a deep breath before smashing his lips against yours. You kissed him back, pulling him closer to you when he swept his tongue over your bottom lip. Your mouth opened to receive him, his wet muscle pushing back against yours when you tried to meet his, quickly dominating you.
You sighed into the kiss, hands beginning to explore his shoulders, arms, back, sides, chest. All while he did the same, but stopping just beneath your breasts and pulling away, licking his now red lips, swollen and wet.
It felt just like a dream coming true.
“You wanna get outta here?” he said tasting your lips again, large hand wrapping around to your lower back.
“Yeah.” You swept your lips up to his ear. “Take me home, Renj.”
He searched your eyes. “Now?”
You nodded.
He smiled. “Hold on to me.”
He tightened his arm around you, pulling you closer, safe and secure against his body. With your shoulder tucked under his arm and your arms wrapped tightly around him, you could feel his lean, hard muscle just beneath his skin—with only the soft fabric of his robes between you. He pushed off from the soles of his feet and in a breath you found yourself in the warm, summer air looking down over rooftops.
“Oh, Renji, this is beautiful," you said with a gasp.
“Look to my left.”
The huge, yellow moon was full and low in the sky - so low you hadn’t been able to see much of her from the ground, but from above you had a more intimate view of her. With her full body no longer censored by the trees and distant cityscape you had a direct line of sight to her vulnerable skin. You’d always felt connected by the feminine, intuitive nature of the moon’s influence. Now here you were in the warm summer air – safely suspended by a god of death while communing with the life-giving goddess of creation.
“Look how gorgeous she is…” you said, unable to tear your gaze from the luminary - studying her visible craters, reminding yourself that our true beauty is hidden in the depths of our scars. Renji’s eyes stayed on you. With a delicate touch of his fingers to your chin, he turned your face back to his.
“Yeah, I know. She’s breathtaking,” he said. You smiled, gaze faltering in embarrassment. Renji dipped his head down to look up into your (color) watery eyes, his soft lips ghosting over yours.
He landed just a few steps away from your front door and made sure you had solid footing as he put you down. You pulled him towards you, kissing him while your hands drifted down below his back and squeezed his strong ass, eliciting a groan from him. He rolled his hips toward you, pressing his growing bulge against you. You unlocked your door, laughing with him as you pulled him inside.
He liked your place. The first thing he noticed was the scent of warm bergamot and eucalyptus, followed by the full bookshelves that lined one of the walls in your living room. A table lamp in the corner to his left emitted a soft yellow glow across the wood floors and natural décor of your small living space. Cozy. Warm. Inviting. Comfortable.
His eyes met yours when you put a hand on his face. He dragged his bottom lip between his teeth as he dipped down to you, backing you up against the nearest wall. His energy split through you as you felt his thigh push between your legs. Your hands explored his upper body, slipping beneath his Shihakushou up to his shoulders, exposing more of the tattoos across the hard plane of his chest. You dragged your lips along the thick black ink lines on his neck, teeth raking against his skin, making him shudder and push his fingertips into your hips.
“Fuck, (y/n)-,” he breathed quietly.
His hands had been roaming your body, memorizing every peak and dip and curve and basin.
“Touch me, Renji.”
His exploring fingers trailed down the valley of your breasts to your stomach and continued along your midline until they reached the top of your pants. With two fluid twists of his fingers your pants were open. You sucked your next breath through your clenched teeth when he slipped them inside to rub your clit through your dampening panties.
“Hnnh, Renj-…take me to bed," you panted, gripping his wrist with both hands.
“Where?”
“Down the hall and to your right.”
You held onto his hard shoulders and wrapped your legs around him as he hoisted you up and carried you in the direction of your room.
He lowered you down onto your bed before standing upright again, untying his obi to let his robe fall open, carefully propping Zabimaru against the footboard. You discovered that, shit yes, more thick tribal art framed his abs. He shrugged out of the thing, exposing his inked upper arms.
“Renji, your tattoos are so fuckin’ hot.”
He smirked, silently congratulating himself for having such cool taste in body art. You got up onto your knees near the edge of the bed, reaching out to him and pulling him closer. Small goosebumps spread across his skin when you raked your fingers along the insides of his arms, from his wrists to his biceps. He watched as you brought your lips to one of the fishbone patterns that graced his arm, kissing your way up to his shoulder. Your hands dropped from his chest down to his sides, his naked abs flexing as he sucked in a deep breath beneath your fingertips.
“I think you’re a little overdressed,” he said, pushing his hands inside your shirt and along your bare sides before pulling it off of you. You reached behind and unfastened your bra, letting your tits spill out as the straps fell from your shoulders. Renji brushed his thumbs across your hard nipples before taking one of them into his warm, wet mouth with a deep groan - sucking, swirling. Your sensitive bud drew tighter when he pulled away just enough for the cooler ambient air to combine with the flicking tip of his tongue. You held onto the back of his neck as your head lolled back in bliss.
“Damn, (y/n), you're so beautiful…” You closed your eyes and sighed under his touch as his lips met yours, his kiss deep and deliberate.
“I really shouldn’t be doing this…” he said.
You knitted your brow, afraid he was about to put the brakes on everything. You knew that romantic encounters with humans were discouraged among Shinigami. Maybe he didn't intend to pursue anything with you other than sex? Even that was risky, but you weren't about to walk away from the opportunity to be fucked by a god, particularly the one of your literal dreams. This was surely meant to happen, right? Why else would any of this be happening at all?
“…but…” he kissed the corner of your mouth “…I’m doing it any fucking way.”
He leaned over you with a long, slow kiss until he had you on your back – right where he wanted you. He stood back up, pulling your pants down and off as he went. He caressed his way up along the lengths of your legs before hooking his hands behind your knees and yanking your ass to the edge of the bed. He brought your feet up to his chest before reaching down and pulling your panties down and away from the tips of your toes, his lust-blown brown eyes trained on yours through every painstaking motion.
It was the gaze of a body worshipper, full of wordless promises to give you the best sex of your mortal life. How many times had he’d only dreamed or fantasized about doing these things to you? He would not rush this. He set his tack with purpose, to savor every sensation you had to offer him while providing you with every drop of pleasure he could muster. He lowered your legs back down to the bed, smoothing his warm hands between your inner thighs, spreading them before him, displaying his feast.
You watched every artful move he made until your gaze captured the impressive tent in his hakama, which betrayed a sizeable cock - one that had you unconsciously licking your lips. Renji noticed this and had every intention of letting you get a taste of him, but he’d always had a personal “Ladies First” policy to uphold.
He got down on his knees in the floor before you, slowly pushing your knees back. Not too far; just enough to watch your weeping petals unfold before him. Now it was his turn to lick his lips. He pushed two long fingers between your inner and outer labia, opening them to uncover your small bundle of nerves, already swollen and twitching for him.
“Such a pretty pussy. So perfect,” he groaned, mouth watering.
“Renji, please…” you whimpered, afraid you might scream if he didn’t lick you soon enough.
⨳warnings: nsfw, mdni, oral (m & f receiving), mild deepthroating, cockwarming if you squint, tooth-rotting fluff, heavy on the erotica/light on the smut, unprotected sex with a death god, Renji being an absolute gentleman and a mindful lover
⨳notes: I love that Out of the Ether has inspired me to write more erotica again. I love smut - it has its time and place - but I got my start in erotica and it feels amazing to get back to my fiction-writing roots. This is my longest running series, as well as one of my fics I'm the most proud of and have had the most fun writing tbh. Shame Renji is so underrated. He deserves sooooo much more love than he gets! ❤
⨳synopsis: in which you and Renji Abarai make your heretofore lucid dreams come true
⨳beta reader: @mxgenderbender, as always, thank you for your expertise and love and support! You're so much more than a beta reader to me...you're a dear friend and I love you lots! 💋
← Part 6 ⨳ Part 8 (coming soon!)
continued from Part 6...
He got down on his knees on the floor before you, slowly pushing your knees back. Not too far; just enough to watch your weeping petals unfold before him. Now it was his turn to lick his lips. He pushed two long fingers between your inner and outer labia, opening them to uncover your small bundle of nerves, already swollen and twitching for him.
“Such a pretty pussy. So perfect,” he groaned, mouth watering.
“Renji, please…” you whimpered, afraid you might scream if he didn’t lick you soon enough.
“Please what? Tell me what you want, Y/n…” he coaxed, bringing the pad of his thumb to your clit before brushing so lightly against it that your hips bucked at him like they had a mind of their own.
“Want you to lick me, Renji…“
He flattened his tongue against your opening and licked straight up. Once. Your back arched as his taste buds dragged over your clit. “Like that?” he said.
You put your hands in your hair, ready to start pulling. “Yessss, just like that. Please do it again...”
He swallowed, smirking before taking a long, slow draw of your slit again, lifting off just as he’d done the first time after his tongue cleared your clit. You pressed your fingertips down into your scalp and were about to start begging when the tip of his tongue flicked over your bud. He licked a couple of more strips over you, one over each of your inner labia before bringing his lips back to center and wrapping them around your clit. He sucked it in before flicking his tongue over it inside his mouth. You let out a primal groan, your hands flying from your hair to the bed on either side of you, twisting fists full of sheets beneath white knuckles.
He slipped two fingers inside you, having to fight to stay latched on to you when you pushed down onto his shoulders with the soles of your shaky feet. He groaned an exhale against you, tightening his free arm around your thigh to help hold you down, tongue swirling, eyebrows knitting, getting drunk on your elixir. “Oh gods, oh Renji! Fuck-“
Between your choice of words, the desperation in your voice, and the tightening of your walls around his fingers he knew your orgasm was imminent. His hips involuntarily rutted against the upholstered side panel of your low-profile bed, the tip of his leaking cock slowly grinding against the thin crimson strip of hair beneath his navel. He curled his fingers inside you, tugging on the unmistakable texture of your g-spot, having to flex his arm again to keep you anchored while he sucked your soul from your clit.
“Gonna cum, Renj, oh gods-“ And with that, your spiritual pressure shot out from every pore of your body as Renji’s mouth held fast to your writhing form.
It was the exact same – exact fucking same – sensation you remember having in your dream the night you learned his name in the reiki shop. You panted, breasts rising and falling with every catch of your breath. Renji rose from his knees and leaned over your body as his long, skillful fingers retreated from your pulsing heat. You watched, mesmerized, as he sucked them clean, one at a time, never breaking eye contact.
His cock bounced when the clothed head brushed against your wet slit. Renji’s palms pushed down into the bed when you reached between your bodies and finally wrapped your curious fingers around his dampening tent. You were pleased to discover that he had hefty girth to accompany his length – a cock truly fit for a god.
As you stroked him, he whispered into your kiss, “Oh gods, yes…” his pre now soaking through the fabric of his black hakama.
With one hand around his cock and the other pushing yourself off the mattress, you had him standing before you as you sat on the edge of the bed. You couldn’t wait any longer to taste him. He loosened his hakama, letting it fall to the floor as his large cock slapped against his lower abs. Oh shit, his dick was so fucking pretty.
And…no. Nonononono. No fucking way.
Not only did he have the fishbone pattern inked along his long, lean thighs to match the ones on his arms…his motherfucking impressive, godly dick was tattooed as well, something you hadn’t even dreamed. He had a tribal pattern similar to the ones on his arms - three thick, black lines stacked along the underside of his length, wrapping around to the top of his shaft before tapering off.
You looked up at him with wide eyes, smirking.
He huffed. “See something you like down there?”
“Renji Abarai...you. You have dick tattoos.”
“Yeah, I know.” He was trying not to laugh. “I have ‘em on my legs too.”
“Yeah,” you said, your smirk spreading into a mischievous grin, “but you have tattoos on your dick.”
He couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore. “Do you need a minuuhhhnnfuck-”
You’d lifted his cock and licked the underside of his shaft from base to tip as he pushed himself deeper into your fist. You slid the tip of your tongue along his slit, collecting the fresh precum that oozed out. Oh fucking gods, he tasted so good. You set about milking him for as much of his pre as you could get as he let his head fall back with his hands in your hair.
Your hand fucked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, his tip rubbing along the back of your throat with each pass. He groaned and looked down to watch the wet head of his cock slide in and out of your lips. The vibration of your moan in the back of your throat traveled straight from the base of his cock to the top of his spine and into the reptilian part of his brain that simply told him to thrust. You choked when he began to push into your throat, which made him stop.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/n. You okay? Don’t let me hurt you.”
You popped off of him, leaving a heavy trail of saliva between your lips and his cock, still tugging on it with your hand. “I’m okay, Renj. I’ll let you know if I can’t take it.”
He nodded as you sucked him in again. The way you looked up at him with your mouth stuffed full of his cock nearly did him in. You grabbed onto his thigh with your free hand as he began rocking his hips again, slow and shallow at first. Only because he respected your judgment as to what you could and couldn’t handle, he pushed past the back of your throat, just barely getting his thick head inside before you pulled off of him, choking, saliva dripping from your chin before taking him down again, eager as ever. As long as he knew you were okay, he started to buck his hips a little more as the sound of your gags and chokes pushed him closer to the edge.
“Mmnnhh, Y/n…I’m-“ He was interrupted by his own grunt. You did your best to swallow the head of his cock every time it hit the back of your throat. “Ahh fuck, gonna cum so fucking soon.” As his eyes slid closed he couldn’t help but remember all the times you’d done this to him in his dreams. How many times had he woken up in a pool of his own cum, sticky and frustrated? He needed this release, to finally be received by your greedy, succulent mouth.
He relinquished all control, cursing between clenched teeth while his hands fisted your hair. His head fell back as his hips stilled, cock twitching as he released rope after thick rope of his semen down your open throat. You’d always been one to swallow, but Renji had filled you up so quickly and completely that there was no chance of getting it all down. You did your best, but what you couldn’t swallow leaked out from the corners of your mouth and dripped onto your naked breasts.
He slowly pulled out of your lips as his towering body leaned down to kiss you. “You okay?” he panted, his hands pushing into the mattress on either side of you.
You wiped the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand, nodding. “That was a lot of cum though.”
“I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you sooner, but I’ve never been…umm…intimate with a human before so I didn’t think to mention it…” he said, licking his lips.
“Mention what?” You dragged your fingertips along the tattoos that adorned his ribs, admiring his serratus muscles and the dips between them as they flexed under your feather-light touch.
“That male Shinigami…we have a higher…uhhhh…volume of…well…cum…than humans do,” he explained as he crawled into bed with you on his hands and knees. Just like you’d dreamed he would.
“Didn’t know that. I wonder what else you have to teach me about making love with a Soul Reaper,” you said, biting your lip through a seductive grin.
“Keep looking at me like that and you’ll be the one reaping my soul tonight.”
“You’re quite the smooth talker, aren’t you?” Your fingers ghosted along the ink on the nape of his neck, from the base of his hairline downward. Renji shivered, his eyes fluttering closed. Seemed you’d found one of his weak spots.
“Maybe," he said, shrugging. "But right now I’m telling you exactly how it is." He collected a pearl of his cum from your breast before bringing his thumb to your parted lips. “Suck.”
You closed your lips around his digit, swirling your tongue and moaning around his delicious musk - creamy and salty with pineapple and citrus gracenotes. “Damn, you’re sexy, Y/n.” The way you looked at him with half-lidded (color) eyes made his cock twitch. “Like my flavor?”
You hummed affirmatively as Renji pulled his thumb out of your mouth, leaving a trail of your saliva along your chin and neck. “Why do you taste so good, Renj?” You licked your lips. “Is that a Shinigami thing too?”
“Thanks, but no. That’s just me, I think.”
He couldn’t remember the last time he was so turned on that his usual refractory period was non-existent. His cock hadn’t softened in the least as he nudged your legs open with his thigh. A fresh strand of precum swung from his thick tip as he dipped down and lapped another drop of his cum off of your stomach before kissing you, spreading more of his flavor over your tongue.
“Gonna take my time with you. I hope that’s okay,” he said, his wet lips trailing along your jaw to pull your earlobe between his teeth.
You moaned, pulling him down closer until he was flush against you. “Please…that’s perfect.” You’d barely gotten the last word out when you gasped at his hard cock stroking your puffy clit, mixing his pre with your liquid need as you rolled your hips against him.
“Renji...” you whined. “Need you inside…”
He reached between you and tapped the head of his cock against your clit a couple of times before lining himself up and slowly pushing into you, stretching you around his satisfying girth.
“Mmmfuuuuck,” you groaned, fingertips digging into his arms.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at your delicate skin. He began his slow retreat, his inked cock dragging along your soft inner walls. Your pussy tightened around him as if trying to prevent his escape. But Renji had no such intention, a deep moan emitting from his parted lips when he disappeared inside you again, cursing at your exquisite grip.
Your nails dug into the flesh of his lower back as he buried himself all the way inside you, his throbbing cock nestled perfectly within your needy cunt. He captured your lips in a soft kiss before looking into your eyes and stroking your warm cheek with the back of his fingers.
“Just wanna stay like this for a minute, if that’s okay?” he whispered.
You nodded. “This is perfect. Stay as long as you like,” you said with a smile that sent a thread of heat straight down to the base of his spine.
“Tempting given how fucking amazing you feel...” One of his powerful hands stroked your outer thigh. “...And how beautiful you are.” Your hand moved to hide the giddy smile and warmth that spread across your cheeks, but Renji raised his gentle hand to stop you. “Don’t hide from me, Y/n.”
Your fingers loosely gripped his wrist as his fingertips threaded into your hair. The tip of his nose brushed against yours as he teased your lips with his tongue. His slitted brown eyes had grown darker, his lust blown pupils taking in all of your light. Your body buzzed with his spiritual pressure as it surrounded and submerged you, soaking into your skin and saturating you to the bone. You had gotten so high on Renji that the much-anticipated, thorough roll of his hips sent a sharp, searing ache of pleasure through your core.
"Mmmfuuuck, Renj-" you keened, arching your back up to your shoulder blades. He wrapped his strong arm around your back and set a slow, precise pace, willing you to feel every concentrated inch of his being in the small innermost sanctum of your holy temple.
"Feels so good to be this close to you, Y/n..." He wished he could confess to you all the dreams he’d had that were coming true in real time, down to the way you wrapped your legs around his waist as the two of you strove to get closer and closer to one another.
As he gave you the most sensual fuck of your life, your wandering hands found themselves pushing into his hair. You massaged your fingers against his scalp before gently freeing his long hair from its binding, letting it fall like a crimson curtain to encase your communion of warm, damp flesh. Soft and thick, it fell forward, obscuring the tattoos on his forehead and tickling your shoulders as his pelvis rocked between your trembling thighs.
Heavy sighs left your lips as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, groaning at the feeling of your hot cunt swallowing him whole. He peeked down to the space between your bodies to watch you leave creamy white rings around his heavy girth, contrasting sharply against his black tattoos.
“Need to be closer to you, Renji…”
With one arm around your back and the other gripping your leg, he pulled you with him as he leaned back on his knees, still fucking his cock up into you as your head fell back, mouth agape, your nails digging into his flesh as you clung to his shoulders for dear life. He hissed at the fresh blood-drawn crescent moons in his skin, quickly followed by a contented moan knowing they were evidence of the pleasure he was giving you.
“You feel so good, Y/n…can’t fucking get enough of you…” he murmured against your ear as his fingers carded through your (length, color) hair.
“Oh gods…Renji…” You thrust your hips in tandem with his, meeting his slow, passionate pace.
“I’ve got you.” He wrapped his strong arms around you, one around your waist, the other around your shoulders and pulled you flush against his hard body, grinding his pubic bone against your swollen clit as you slid along his inked thighs.
You moved together as one, a mess of moans and sighs and gasps and breathy voices that spoke of how much you wanted one another.
You locked your arms around Renji's neck while he dug his fingertips into your ass cheeks, using them as leverage to help guide you along his hard length in time with his thrusts.
"Faster, Renj-" you keened in his ear. Angling your pelvis to enjoy the most friction against your sensitive clit, you bucked your hips against him, encouraging him to keep going until he'd nearly doubled his speed. He'd wanted to take his time with you, but he could tell by the way you were whining his name and the increasing urgency of your movements that you were close. He put more power behind his thrusts when he felt your walls closing in tighter around him.
"I know you're close, Y/n...wanna feel you cum." His hot breath fanned into your hair as he spoke, nipping at your earlobe in the process. "Cum on my cock, Y/n," he breathed.
"Ohhhhgods, Renji!" you gasped as your orgasm took hold. Your pussy clamped down around him, radiating powerful pulses of searing heat from your core.
"Mmsoclose..." Renji was only seconds behind you. Whispering to keep his voice from cracking, he asked, "Where?"
"Inside."
He flipped you onto your back, using the crooks of his elbows to support your kneepits as he slammed into you hard enough that the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filled the room.
"Oh gods, Y/n..." With one final snap of his hips, he buried himself with a loud groan, cock jerking as his seed spilled into your twitching womb. "Fuck," he breathed as strands of his crimson hair fell forward from behind his shoulders when he let his head drop, grazing and tickling your breasts and stomach. When you reached up to push a wet strand away from his eyes, he kissed the inside of your wrist. He still hadn't opened his eyes, but a satisfied grin was spreading across his handsome face.
"You okay, Renj?" you chuckled. "Feel good?"
With his grin planted firmly on his face he nodded, finally opening his brown eyes to look down at you. "Oh hell yes, fucking amazing." He lowered himself down to you, keeping some of his weight on his forearms as he kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips. "What about you? How are you feeling?"
You cupped his face in your hands and smiled. "Incredible. Better than I think I've ever felt before."
Stroking your cheek with his thumb, he squinted at you. "Really? That good?"
"Mmhmm...it almost doesn't seem real."
He frowned. "Why not?"
Oh, boy. Careful here. "It...it feels like something right out of a dream."
He smiled at you and nodded. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean."
You both stayed like that, staring at each other for several seconds, each of you wondering if it would be a good idea to tell the other about your dreams.
Renji finally broke the silence. "Come on, let's get cleaned up," he said, slowly pulling out of you.
He helped you out of bed and onto your feet, his naked form towering over yours as he took your hand and led you to your en suite bathroom. As you showered together, you took turns washing each other's bodies, massaging one another's backs to work up the lathers, exchanging the occasional kiss with smiles plastered on both of your faces like idiots.
Once clean and dry, you let Renji give you a piggyback ride to bed while you rested your chin on his shoulder, breathing in his comforting scent. He sat down on the edge of your bed to let you crawl in before joining you, pulling you into his arms and stroking your back as you fell asleep with your face buried in his chest.
The next morning, you woke up to the inked Shinigami tracing mindless, soothing patterns on your shoulder.
“Mm…morning sunshine,” you said, yawning and stretching before settling back into the little spoon position to once again feel the heat of his body against your back.
His morning voice, deeper and rougher than what you’d come to recognize, sent a tingle directly to your core. “Ohayou," he murmured as he brushed your hair away from behind your ear before pressing his soft lips to your warm skin.
Phoenix (Chapter 1) 🎀 AU Divorced!DILF!Renji Abarai x f!reader 🎀 Slight NSFW
I don't care what the rest of y'all are doing (I'm such a liar, yes I do), but I'm celebrating Renji's August 31st birthday all week long by posting a chapter of this new fic every day, Monday-Friday. I want to drink this long, tall glass of crimson-haired Shinigami all the way down to the last drop. Here's to the birthday boy - Kanpai! 🥂
Monday, August 30th - Chapter 1
Tuesday, August 31st (Renji's Birthday) - Chapter 2
Wednesday, September 1st - Chapter 3
Thursday, September 2nd - Chapter 4
Friday, September 3rd - Chapter 5 (finale)
Word Count: 850
You’d met and started dating Renji during your first year of high school. He was a year older than you, and a grade higher. The following summer, you lost your virginity to one another. In the months leading up to his graduation, you'd both swore to stay together when he left for college. The plan was that you'd go to him after you graduated - move in with him off-campus, get a job, and most likely get married and start a family someday. But that’s not how things had turned out.
During his first year of college, there had been too many arguments about what the other was doing, getting jealous of who you were each hanging out with and where you were going when you weren’t together. During one of his frequent visits back home, you and Renji had your biggest fight ever, by a long shot. You’d accused him of cheating on you and he’d fucking lost it. He could not believe after all you’d been through together and how much he loved you that you’d think for a second that he’d stoop so low as to betray you. You were his best friend. It genuinely broke his heart. And your relationship. But not your love for one another.
When he graduated college, you’d been thinking about reconnecting with him, but a mutual friend told you that although he was moving back to the area, he would also be getting married in a few months. So you'd backed down.
You'd still see him from time to time, usually with his pretty wife, Rukia. You and they were polite and cordial whenever you'd see them together. But when it was just Renji, he was warmer and less distant towards you. Still, neither of you crossed any boundaries or did anything inappropriate, until one night in his 5th year of marriage…
You’d both been at a mutual friend's house party. Renji was flying solo, as were you, but word hadn’t reached you yet of his recent separation from his wife.
You'd spent the better part of the evening enjoying each other’s company, catching up, laughing, not a little tipsy from the drinks you'd had together. You'd been talking on the balcony for about an hour when the cool night air made you shiver. Without missing a beat of conversation, he took off his zip-up hoodie and casually put it over your shoulders, the thing hanging almost to your knees. You laughed together at how it fit you like a child compared to his 6’2” frame.
The two of you resumed your playful banter as he moved to stand behind you, wrapping his strong arms over yours before folding them around your waist, nonchalant as ever. It was only natural for his large hands and fingers to intertwine with yours as he pulled you back against his chest. "'s so fuckin' cold out here", he said nuzzling the side of your neck and pressing his hardening length against your backside. Feeling him like that after so many years made you heady, swaying back against him in response, your eyelids slowly slipping closed.
“Renji-“, your wispy voice trailed off when he slid his large hands beneath your shirt, caressing the warm, tender skin of your belly. His long fingers began their slow, measured descent, trailing their way down and into your jeans. "What’re you doin’, Renj?", you said, smiling, the full gravity of what was happening slow to hit you in your stupor.
He kissed the side of your neck, the feeling of his smirk apparent against your skin. "Just tryin' to keep my hands warm, (y/n)", he slurred. He'd almost reached the source of your moistening heat when you stepped forward with a gasp. This was wrong. He was married.
The jolt was sobering. "Renji, I- I really want to, but this is so wrong. Not now, not like this-"
He cut you off, “I’m getting divorced”.
You stood there with your mouth open, flooded with so many emotions at once you didn’t even know what to say. "Renji. I’m so sorry". You reached for him, but he took a step back and shook his head, eyes averted to the ground.
“No, I’m sorry”. The weight seemed to hit him all at once and he kicked the brick exterior of the house. “Shit!”
“Hey-“, you spoke in a soothing voice with knitted brows, trying to calm him down and talk to you.
“No, I fucked up, (y/n)! I’m sorry, I have to go”.
“Renji, wait!”, but it was too late. He’d already shut the balcony door, his long strides leading him to the front door of your friend’s house and just like that, he was gone. As much as you wanted to go after him, as much as you wanted him, you knew it was best to just let him go. The man you’d loved for years was hurting, his life was being torn apart, and you had no business giving him the comfort he sought. Warm tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. You’d missed him dearly and for a few cruel moments, it had felt like you belonged together again.
Out of the Ether (pt. 2) ⨳ Renji Abarai x fem!reader ⨳ NSFW
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Word Count: 1.2k
In which Lt. Renji Abarai has been having dreams involving a sultry seductress - dreams that feel all too real...
Urahara had asked Renji to accompany him on a short trip to a nearby Reiki practice to purchase some tea. Renji had never been there, but was intrigued by the owners. It’s not every day that humans were able to see him.
He hung back while Urahara and the owners exchanged pleasantries. Urahara pointed to Renji, introducing him before getting down to business. Renji’s brown eyes began wandering around the little shop, noticing the goods that stood on the wooden displays - among them were small trinkets and crystals, essential oils, bundles of sage, and of course, tea.
You emerged from a doorway in the back of the room and into one of the small aisles, your bare feet padding lightly across the wooden floor. When Renji’s eyes locked onto your form, his eyes went wide. He immediately knew he was looking at a human woman, a fact which at once intrigued and worried him, given that he also knew exactly where he'd seen you before.
He slowly traversed the aisle one over from where you were. You still didn’t seem to notice him staring at you. He was trying to get a better look at you, but didn’t know whether or not you'd be able to see him.
His heart was beating faster and harder the closer his approach brought him to you, but he pressed on until he confirmed his suspicion. It is her. It’s fucking her. Everything about your physical features was precisely the same as the woman in his dreams. Same creamy skin with the same length of (h/c) hair. Same height, same build. What the fuck?!
He nonchalantly walked around the end of the row of displays and into the aisle in which you were standing. He pretended to be shopping, but inching closer and watching you from the corner of his eye. When his bright crimson hair entered your periphery, you looked over at him and smiled. “Do you need help finding anything?”
He looked over his shoulder before turning to face you again. He put a finger to his chest and said, “You can see me?”
You tried to hide a giggle and said, “Of course, I can see you”.
She can fucking see me. The corners of his lips rose into a slight grin.
“Do I know you?” You squinted your eyes at him. “You seem familiar somehow…”
He averted his eyes, hoping that the heat he felt creep up his neck and face wasn’t visible to you. Oh, you know me alright is what he would’ve liked to say, but he had enough sense to know that telling you the truth would've most likely sent you running for the hills screaming hentai, hentai, hentai!
You cocked your head at him, awaiting his response.
He tried to play it cool and decided to turn up the charm. “No, I don’t think so”. He didn’t lie to you – just acknowledged that you didn’t actually know him. Not really. But if I can help it, you will, he imagined saying out loud.
“Oh”. You resumed your task, his energy giving off a very different message than what his words indicated. The longer your current interaction went on, the stronger the strange feeling became that you’d had this same conversation with this particular Shinigami in this exact place before. Déjà vu? Wait. I remember even having déjà vu in this moment. Meta déjà vu...
He cleared his throat. “So, uh, what are those?”, he asked in an attempt to keep the conversation going with you.
“Oh, these?” You lifted the small box that was tucked under your arm, your index finger holding up one of the bracelets. “They’re chakra bracelets”.
“What’re they for?”
“Well, these gemstones represent the 7 main chakras, red jasper for the root all the way up to amethyst for the crown. Are you looking for anything in particular? I can try to help you find it…”
“Uh, no, I mean- nothing in particular”, he looked down at his interlaced hands resting against his abdomen.
You narrowed your eyes at him and tapped a finger against your lips. “Hmm…I think I know what you need”.
“Y-you do?” He followed you to the back wall lined with more wooden shelves.
You reached up and grabbed something before turning and holding out it to him. “What’s this?”, Renji asked as you put it into his open palm.
“Lapis lazuli”.
“What do I do with it?”
“Keep it close. Put it in your Shihakushou. Don’t they usually have pretty deep pockets?”
He patted his thighs. “Yeah. Don’t I need to pay for it first though?”
You shook your head. “I’ll cover it. It’s not very expensive. Consider it a first-time customer giveaway that you won”, you said, smiling.
He laughed.
Holy hell, that smile of yours was a drug, one that he was becoming a junkie for. “How do you know this is my first time here?” He couldn’t help a crooked smile from gracing his face, one that you found equally intoxicating.
You looked him up and down and huffed. “You were perusing, but you don’t know the first thing about any of this stuff, do you?”
You had been reading him like a book.
A female voice called from the bottom of the stairs on the other side of the door. “Senpai! Your one o’clock is waiting!”
“Oh, shit- oh, damnit”, You brought your fingers to your lips and looked at the tall Shinigami before you. “Sorry”.
“No, it’s fine-“
“I’ve gotta go. Keep the lapis with you, okay?”
Renji nodded as you scurried out of the room and down the stairs answering back to the voice that had been calling for you.
He opened his hand and looked down at the blue gemstone streaked with golden flakes. Not only would he keep it in his pocket, he would put it under his pillow at night, or fall asleep holding it in his hand. He didn’t know its significance other than the fact that you’d given it to him, which was enough to make him want to keep it close. Damnit, should've asked her what her name is.
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Like so many nights before, the usual male lover in your dream that night had indistinguishable features. He laid you down in his bed and made the most vivid love to you. But this time, deep in your subconscious, there was something about the man’s voice that seemed oddly familiar when he whispered into your ear how badly he wanted you as he thrust into you. You’d heard his voice several times before in these dreams. What was so different about it this time?
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You stir from your slumber with the space between your inner thighs soaked with your moisture, aching to be touched. If you have any hope at all of falling back asleep, you’ll have to slip your deft fingers between your legs. You rub your slick all around your swollen pussy lips before setting a rhythm around your clit, two fingers from your other hand providing some of the pressure you need to feel inside, curling them to tug on the small pad of rough flesh within. It's not enough to replicate the fullness his cock typically provides in your dreams, but you bring yourself to orgasm nevertheless, biting your lip before crying out for him like you'd done so many nights before. “Mm-god…yes. Yes! Fuck Renji-hahh!”
Phoenix (Chapter 2) 🎀 AU Divorced!DILF!Renji Abarai x f!reader
I don't care what the rest of y'all are doing (I'm such a liar, yes I do), but I'm celebrating Renji's August 31st birthday all week long by posting a chapter of this new fic every day, Monday-Friday. I want to drink this long, tall glass of crimson-haired Shinigami all the way down to the last drop. Here's to the birthday boy - Kanpai! 🥂
Monday, August 30th - Chapter 1
Tuesday, August 31st - Renji's Birthday ❤
Wednesday, September 1st - Chapter 3
Thursday, September 2nd - Chapter 4
Friday, September 3rd - Chapter 5 (Finale)
Word Count: 800
You saw Renji again a couple months after that, and while your friendship felt a bit strained for a while, you’d started seeing him out with mutual friends more often and before you knew it, the awkwardness had worn off completely.
You maintained your distance though, as did he. He was going through a lot and although you wanted to be there for him as much as possible, you both knew that he needed time to heal and the temptation for him to rebound with you was far too strong.
As the months passed, however, the two of you grew inevitably closer. It couldn’t be helped. Not getting closer would’ve felt unnatural, disingenuous. Neither of you had a fake bone in your bodies, particularly when it came to dealing with each other.
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About 6 months after his divorce, you and Renji were talking on the phone quite regularly, at least once a week. One night, you’d been talking about what your respective plans were for the upcoming weekend when the subject of the divorce came up. You and he hadn’t talked much about it yet, but then again the distance you’d maintained until recently wasn’t exactly conducive to such an intimate conversation.
“I’m gonna go pick up my little girl tomorrow. She’s turning 5 on Saturday and she wants to go to the zoo.” Renji laughed, “…and what Ichika wants, Ichika gets”.
You had only seen his daughter a few times, the last being a couple of years ago. She would’ve been too young to remember you, but you certainly remembered her and how adorable she was. She looked a lot like her mother in the face, but she had her father’s unmistakable bright red plume of hair.
You giggled. “Aww, happy birthday to Ichika! Sounds like she’s got you wrapped around her little finger”.
“She absolutely does,” he sighed.
“So, Renji? How are you? And don’t tell me you’re fine. Every time you say you’re ‘fine’ I know you’re anything but”.
“Better, (y/n). A lot better”.
You were about to say something else, but he started speaking again.
“I was twenty-eight when it happened. One day I went over to Ichigo’s house to hang out. I didn’t tell him I was comin' over, but hell, we almost never did. We’d just show up and walk right in, y’know? Like brothers and shit. I hadn’t even gotten all the way through the front door when I looked up and saw him fuckin' Rukia on the sofa”.
“Oh god, Renji”, you gasped, your hand going to your lips.
“I almost fuckin' threw up right there. I legit thought I was gonna puke and bolted back outside, and I could hear both of 'em freakin' out. Ichigo was callin' my name and I saw Rukia standin' in the doorway behind him just starin' at me. Her eyes were fuckin' huge and I could just tell. It was fuckin' over. All of it. I lost my wife and my best friend at the same goddamn time. My world was turned on its head in a single instant. And all I could think about was Ichika and how hard her heart was gonna break when me and her mom split up”.
Renji heard you choke out a sob on the other end. “Hey, (y/n)”, his voice softening, “I’m okay now”.
“I know, but…”, the sound of your voice racked by sobs tugged hard on his heartstrings. “You must’ve been in so much pain, seeing your life being ripped apart like that right in front of your eyes. You didn’t deserve that, Renj-“, you choked on another sob.
“Thank you, (y/n). You know I hate to hear you cry. I figured you’d react more or less like this when I told you, but you're takin' it pretty hard”. He chuckled, “Hey, shouldn’t you be the one comforting me right now?”
When your laugh tore through your tears, he knew you were okay. “I’m sorry,” you said, wiping your tears away, “it just hurts me so bad knowing you had to go through that”.
“Hey, would a trip to the zoo make you feel better?”
“Yeah”. You chuckled again, “Yeah, it would”. Your heart swelled at the thought of seeing his sweet little girl again...and spending time with him.
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For the next few months, the two of you spent more and more time together while still maintaining strong boundaries. It became increasingly difficult as you both fell deeper and deeper in love, more than ever before, which you wouldn’t have thought possible back in high school. As much as you wanted to jump back into each other’s arms, both of you treasured one another too much to risk jumping in too soon and everything falling apart again. The stakes were far too high this time around. So, you played it safe.
Out of the Ether (pt.3) ⨳ Renji Abarai x f!reader ⨳ NSFW
Word Count: 1.4k
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In which Lt. Renji Abarai has been having dreams involving a sultry seductress - dreams that feel all too real...
The next few nights yielded Renji’s dreams fruitless. Youless. During the days he found himself thinking about you inordinately, tumbling the lapis lazuli around his long fingers. Not seeing you in his dreams was lonely enough, but being around you for just those few real minutes hit different. Same woman from his dreams or not, he wanted to see you again. Soon. No amount of seeing you in his dreams would quell his desire to be around you and your spiritual pressure again. It was more intense than that of most humans. And it was elegant. Too elegant to be human, he’d daresay.
At the end of another long day of patrolling the area, Renji returned to Urahara’s shop. Inside, he found its owner sitting on the tatami with his tea. “Oh great, the moocher’s back”, Jinta said walking past, bemused. Renji cut his eyes to him and growled.
The two male Soul Reapers settled into idle chit-chat while waiting for Ichigo and Rukia to join them. Renji casually brought up the trip to the shop they’d made a few days prior. “The woman with (color) hair that was working that day…do you know about her?”
Kisuke stopped his fan mid-wave and raised an eyebrow under the shadow of his hat. “No, can’t say as I do”. He grinned, “Why do you ask?”
The redhead stiffened as the tops of his cheeks coordinated with his hair. “N-no reason!”, he answered just a bit too quickly. “Just curious is all”.
Looking at Renji from the corners of his hidden eyes, a suspicious smirk graced Kisuke’s face as he resumed his lazy fanning. “I see”.
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Renji sat at the table with Kisuke, Ichigo, and Rukia, discussing an upcoming mission for the exiled Soul Reaper. As it had taken to doing recently, his mind again drifted to thoughts of you...
Something you’d said that day stuck in his mind:
“Do I know you?...You seem familiar somehow”.
As unlikely as it was, he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d had the same dreams he’d been having. It stood to reason. If he recognized you, why wouldn’t it be feasible that you’d recognize him back? Stop it, Renj! It’s probably just coincidence.
It had been a week and he'd been debating with himself as to whether or not he should go back there in hopes of seeing you again. While it wouldn’t be a good idea to tell you about his dreams, wouldn’t it be perfectly normal to just pursue you as he would any other woman he might crush on? The way he’d felt around you the other day was eerily similar to what he'd experienced in his dreams, but it was so much stronger in waking life. He was eager to feel again what he now understood to be your intoxicating spiritual pressure.
He was torn from his inner dialogue when he heard Kisuke say, “Shame I’ll be out of pocket and won’t be able to go by the little tea shop next week to replenish my supply”.
Truthfully, his hidden tea stash was fully stocked, but he watched Renji from under the brim of his hat to see if he would take the bait.
The table nearly flipped when Renji’s long legs sprang up. “I’ll go!” Rukia and Ichigo sat back and looked at him in bewilderment of his sudden outburst.
“Ah, Renji, of course! I know you'll come through”. Kisuke chuckled quietly.
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When the reiki shop came into his view after rounding a corner, Renji’s palms started to sweat and his fingers went ice cold in spite of the early summer warmth. He wasn’t sure if it was nervousness or excitement about seeing you again, but decided it was probably a combination of both.
He stopped at the side of the old building. He pumped his fists at his sides a couple of times before shaking his hands out then smoothing them over the black robe of his shihakushou. Finally, he checked his reflection in a window, making sure his hair looked okay and adjusting the folded over bandana that was tied on the side of his head.
Finally, after realizing he was acting like a prissy diva about to take the stage, he rolled his eyes at himself. What are you, seventeen? Pull yourself together, Abarai. With that, he mustered his usual level of confidence. A level which flirted dangerously with cockiness. Ready. Armed to the teeth with his charm.
The faint scent of sage and lavender wafted over him when he pulled the door open and walked inside, a tiny bell ringing in the process. He breathed in the air, remembering it from the first time he’d been here, calming his nerves considerably. A familiar voice called out from elsewhere in the store, “I’ll be right with you!”
His eyes lit up at the sound of your voice. “Take your time, I’m in no hurry!”
“How can I help y- oh hey!”, you chirped, a smile spreading across your face upon setting your eyes on the tall, handsome Soul Reaper who was presently smiling back at you.
"Hey..." He crossed his arms and leaned back against the desk. “...remember me?”
You averted your eyes and laughed. “Hmm, I don’t know…you’re a bit nondescript”, you said cheekily. “A tall Shinigami with a big, red, spiky ponytail and rad tattoos?” You shook your head. “Never seen ‘im”.
Shit, you were so fucking cute. And that smile slayed him. A deadly weapon such as that should be illegal. “Y-you like my tattoos?”. Renji mindlessly pulled the top of his shihakushou open, exposing more of his chest.
Damn. The cut of his pectorals made it hard not to stare. I wonder how far down his ink goes… A part of you wanted to ask him to show you more, but…”Yeah, they’re cool”.
“Seriously? You really think so?” ...because I’ve got more where that came from, he thought, his confidence getting the boost that it needed.
You nodded, "Totally". “So, what brings you in today?”, you asked as you looked up at him, prying your (color) eyes away from the dip above his collarbone.
“Oh, well”, he cleared his throat. “Urahara-san couldn’t make his tea run this week so I’m here in his stead”.
“Gotcha. I’ll get his usual order together. Wanna walk with me?”, you asked.
“Yeah, sure”.
He slowly followed behind you as you began picking packets of Kisuke’s favorites from their respective shelf slots. “I uh- also wanted to ask you about that rock you gave me…”
“Oh, yeah? You still have it on you?”
“Got it right here”, he said fishing it out of his pocket and placing it in your outstretched hand, his body heat trapped in the thing.
“Wow, I’m impressed you’ve kept up with it. What do you want to know about it?”
“What’s its significance?”
“So, lapis is the stone of wisdom and vision. It’s associated with the third eye chakra. I got the impression that you’ve been trying to reconcile a vision or idea, but you’re stuck? Maybe you keep having a recurring dream and you’re not sure what it’s trying to tell you?”
Maybe I've been projecting all of this onto him?
But the look on his face said it all. You were spot on, as usual, though you couldn’t recall a time when anyone blushed like he did now. His wide eyes drifted from your face down to the blue stone in your hand.
“Is it helping?”
His voice hitched, “Wh-what?”
“Has it brought you any clarity?”
He swallowed hard. “Y-yeah, I guess you could say that, haha”.
“That’s wonderful, I’m happy I could help”.
Renji nearly flinched when you touched his wrist to turn his hand up, giving the lapis back to its keeper. You placed your smaller fingers over his, closing his hand around the stone, allowing yours to linger perhaps a little too long. You couldn’t help it though. His warm skin begged to be touched, and yours responded in kind. Without pulling his hand away, he lifted his brown eyes to meet yours, searching for something. Your heart quickened as his god-like spiritual pressure engulfed you. Something deep within both of you lost in wordless conversation. An archaic language that neither of you could consciously fathom.
The sharp tinkling of the doorbell split the palpable tension like a sheet, tearing the fleeting soul connection asunder and hurtling you both back to the world around you.
Out Of The Ether (pt. 4) ⨳ Renji Abarai x f!reader ⨳ NSFW
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🙅🏼♀️ 18+ ONLY 🙅🏼♀️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🙅🏼♀️ OR RENJI WILL MAKE ZABIMARU ROAR ON YOUR ASS 🙅🏼♀️
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...The sharp tinkling of the doorbell split the palpable tension like a sheet, tearing the fleeting soul connection asunder and hurtling you both back to the world around you.
Yuki, the older female shop owner, called out to you announcing her return from her morning errands. You tore your eyes from Renji's and called back, "O-Okaerinasai, Yuki-san!" before hurrying back to the front of the shop with Urahara's items. Renji followed behind you, happily watching your hips sway as you walked.
Yuki-san excused herself to the office to tend to business, allowing you to finish up with your current customer. Just before closing the office door, Yuki-san waved and said, "Good to see you again, Renji-kun!"
"Hai, likewise, Yuki-san!", Renji replied before turning back to you, an immediate expression of concern appearing on his face. "You okay? You've gone pale!"
"R-Ren-ji?", you asked in dismay.
He flashed his big, dumb smile. "Right! I haven't even introduced myself yet. Yeah, my name's Renji, what's yours? I've been meaning to ask".
"Renji", you repeated, this time as more of an incredulous statement rather than a question.
His smile shrank and his eyes narrowed. Had he met you before? No way, he'd definitely remember you if he had. He wasn't great with faces, but yours? He wouldn't have forgotten your kind eyes, your bright, beautiful smile. Or...was it that you'd seen him somewhere before?
"I-uhh, I just remembered I have to- uhh do something", you said backing away before turning and scurrying towards the back of the shop.
"Wait!", Renji beckoned. It was too late though. Once again you'd retreated through the back door that led to the reiki practice. He cursed under his breath, then sighed and picked up the bag of goods he'd paid for, seeing no other course of action but to head back to Urahara's shop. Maybe he could try again in a few days, find another excuse to come see you again.
He could've flown or flash-stepped his way back to his home in the Living World, but walking helped him think...and you'd given him a lot to think about. How did you know that he'd been having recurring dreams? What was with those few moments when your eyes met and your soul seemed to whisper something to his? And what the hell was your reaction to hearing his name all about? He'd chastised himself a few days prior for (wishfully) thinking you'd had the same dreams, but more and more the signs seemed to point to it as a real possibility.
Meanwhile, you'd stolen away to your reiki table downstairs, upon which you'd laid down, your palms covering your closed eyes and mind reeling. What the fuck? What the actual fuck? How? It was him, alright, no doubt about it. Oh god, his voice, his build, his name, his Spiritual Pressure.
You bit your lip and considered if all of the above was the same, did he also have the same big- ? No, nope, stop it you fucking pervert! But, damn, you really wanted to find out. Hell, just being around him for such short periods of time had left a wet spot in your panties - both times. More importantly, thinking back to the way you'd bailed on him made you cringe.
You finished out your shift at the shop that evening and just before leaving you asked Yuki-san for the address to Urahara's shop. Without knowing how else to get in touch with him, it was your best shot at finding Renji. You felt awful about your sketchy behavior earlier in the day. You owed him an apology and your name. Also, you simply wanted - no, needed - to see him again. Soon.
The sun had already set, which you considered too late to show up on someone's doorstep unannounced. Tomorrow, you thought.
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Later that night, after tossing and turning for an hour, your asinine reaction to learning his name replaying in your mind for the billionth time, you’d eventually managed to fall asleep.
The tall male silhouette seemed to saunter towards you from a distance that made it impossible to discern any of his features. As he got closer however, it was like the veil of shadows began to lift and for the first time since these dreams began you were able to make out the unmistakable bright red hair, only it cascaded down his chest and back as opposed to the ponytail you’d come to easily recognize. A few more steps towards you and the details of his face became more apparent - his tattoos, his hungry brown eyes, and that smirk of his that made you weak in the knees. "Tell me your name, Shinigami", you breathed.
He reached for you, taking your hand in his, pulling you flush against him. You wrapped your arms around his narrow waist and pressed your ear to his chest, closing your eyes to the sound of his heartbeat. Hooking his finger under your chin, he tilted your head up to look at him. You watched his gaze descend upon your lips, licking his own to moisten them before lowering his mouth to your ear. You nearly shivered under the heat of his breath when he whispered, "You know my name". He dragged his soft lips across the angle of your cheek, stopping at the corner of your mouth, mere centimeters from touching his lips to your own. "Say it", he commanded.
"Renji", you sighed as if answering a prayer.
He smirked and on his next inhale, he captured your hungry lips in a passionate kiss. Your lips, tongues, and teeth all worked together to create a symphony of sucking and smacking noises, accompanied by the sighs and moans that escaped you both.
You ran your hands up to his chest before slipping your fingers beneath the plunging neckline of his shihakushou, spreading the material further still until it fell from the cliffs of his shoulders like a black and white waterfall of linen and silk. Each ephemeral movement was slow and deliberate, more vivid and lucid than ever - the death god before you panting, stopping your hands with his as you tugged at his white silken obi.
Sucking and nibbling at your carotid, he reached down to pull upwards on the hem of your sheer ivory gown that left little to the imagination, bunching and trailing it up over your naked thighs, hips, and breasts until he'd pulled it from your arms and rid you of it entirely. Only then did he pick up where you'd left off, untying his obi and hakama, allowing everything to fall into a heap onto the invisible floor beneath your pairs of bare feet.
He sank to his knees as a worshipper to its deity's altar, stopping along the way only to taste and nip and suck on your hardened nipples. Your mouth dropped open and your head fell back as he resumed his netherly journey, dragging the tip of his tongue along your midline, all the way down to the space below your navel. You carded your fingers through his soft scarlet hair, spreading your need between your thighs when you rubbed them together for some semblance of relief. But Renji had no interest in teasing the goddess that stood before him. No, that would be an ungrateful consecration of the sway you held over him.
As if willing it made it so, you abruptly found yourself lying back on an infinite plane of soft cashmere. You felt Renji's weight sinking under your legs as he crawled between them. Pushing his hands up under your open thighs and along your waist, he settled on his stomach to taste you between the creases of your legs. He hadn't so much as breathed on your pussy yet and you were arching your back, willing him to taste you properly.
Ask and you shall receive.
His mouth clamped down onto your needy sex, giving you all you ever asked for and more. Your holy water was the nectar of the gods and he was fucking parched.
He pushed one open hand down on your lower belly while the fingers of the other spread your petals apart. By now you were tugging on handfuls of his hair, crying out in pleasure, but nothing could've prepared you for the blissful agony when he began pushing two of his long fingers inside you. He knew you could take it. And, my gods, did you. You clamped down around him, your greedy pussy sucking hard on his fingers as he curled them to caress that special spongy spot that he knew would soon send you plummeting.
Your moans traveled down his spine, causing him to mindlessly grind his erection between his body and the plush surface beneath him to provide his painfully hard cock with some friction as he worked you over. He furrowed his brow and groaned with desire, his cock aching to be inside you already.
His tattoos glistened under the sheen of sweat around his neck and back as he sucked your clit hard between his tongue and teeth. You rocked your hips, pushing back against Renji’s face, breath quickening. He didn’t relent, just kept suckling on your clit while simultaneously tugging firmly on your g-spot, his chin coated in a cocktail of sex and saliva. Your whole body jerked when the coil in your womb snapped, but Renji stayed latched on with every roll of your hips, moaning against you, refusing to release you until he’d gotten every last drop. He reveled in the sounds he coaxed from you, losing count of how many times you called out his name.
He drank you down with one final swallow as he raised his body up from the makeshift bed. With his predatory gaze locked on you, he crawled to you, a long clear thread of pre swinging from his angry cock with every advancement towards you on his hands and knees.
Oh fuck.
Your eyes snapped open and within seconds you were diving for your nightstand. There was an ocean of desire between your legs and you couldn't get to your vibrator soon enough.
Phoenix (Chapter 3) 🎀 AU Divorced!DILF!Renji Abarai x f!reader 🎀 Much NSFW
I don't care what the rest of y'all are doing (I'm such a liar, yes I do), but I'm celebrating Renji's August 31st birthday all week long by posting a chapter of this new fic every day, Monday-Friday. I want to drink this long, tall glass of crimson-haired Shinigami all the way down to the last drop. Here's to the birthday boy - Kanpai! 🥂
Monday, August 30th - Chapter 1
Tuesday, August 31st (Renji's Birthday) - Chapter 2
Wednesday, September 1st - Chapter 3
Thursday, September 2nd - Chapter 4
Friday, September 3rd - Chapter 5 (Finale)
Word Count: 750
Almost a year after the finalization of his divorce, you attended his 30th birthday party that a friend was hosting at Renji’s house. You’d gone to the restroom and when you were done, you stepped out into the hallway to see Renji walking your way. His eyes met yours, and he smiled like a fool. When he was within arm’s length, you reached out, grazing your fingertips along his forearm.
“I haven’t been able to properly wish you a happy birthday yet”.
His gaze faltered to the floor before meeting your eyes again. “Means a lot to me that you’re here tonight, (y/n)”.
You felt your smile reach from ear to ear, warmth rising to the apples of your cheeks. “Um, Renj?”
“Hm?”
The two of you were just a few feet away, facing each other with your backs against the opposite walls. “That night on the balcony…”
He scoffed. “I’m sorry I acted like such a jerk that night. I was drunk and stupid and in a really bad place at the time”.
“You weren’t a jerk. And you're not stupid. No one could fault you for what happened given what you were going through, but…”
He cocked his head when you paused and bit your lip.
“…I’d never be able to just have a fling with you". You looked up at him, "You know that, right?”
The corners of his mouth turned up into a small smile and he nodded, "Yeah, I know. That's never been your style and I hope it never will be".
He took a step towards you, looking down at you from only inches away. He searched your eyes for any hint of hesitation, but there wasn't any.
"Renji-", you breathed, fingers stroking his arm as he brought his hand to your face.
“I’ve missed you, (y/n)”, he whispered. Your eyes widened in anticipation and he smiled at you. “I’m so grateful you’re in my life. Makes me so fuckin’ happy”.
“Renj?”
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me”, you murmured, reaching to pull him down to you.
His thumb caressed the side of your face as he leaned down, placing a tender kiss on your cheek. He closed his eyes and dragged his lips along your face to the corner of your mouth before pressing his lips against yours. You curled your hand around the back of his neck, sliding your fingertips into his thick crimson hair as they'd done so many times, so long ago, his tongue slipping through your parted lips. You welcomed him in, swirling your tongue around his, both of you panting with each break before taking the next deep dive into each other's mouths.
"Come with me", Renji said, pulling away. Before you could ask, he had already taken you by the hand, leading you out of the hallway and back towards his bedroom, shutting the door behind you. You were swimming in his intoxicating scent when he leaned in close, pushing his long fingers into your (color) hair. "Is this okay?", he asked.
"Mhmm...yes".
He pulled away from you long enough to pull his shirt off, exposing the tribal tattoos that adorned his chest and abdomen. They, along with the black line art on his face and neck contrasted richly against his skin in the dimly lit bedroom. He dipped down for another kiss, grabbing loose fistfuls of the bottom of your shirt. You lifted your arms straight up, giving him permission to remove it, which he did in short order.
"(Y/n)", he rasped as you slipped your fingers underneath the edge of his tightening pants, the texture of his dark scarlet pubic hair rough against your skin. He exhaled before stealing another kiss, pushing his hands up the back of your skirt, grabbing two handfuls of your bare ass. "I wanna be with you again", he sighed against your ear as your other hand palmed his large erection through his pants. "I need you, (y/n)".
He shifted his hand beneath your skirt and began stroking his thumb across your inner thigh, tickling nerves that seemed to connect directly to your core, making you moan against his open lips. "Mm-god, Renj". You pumped your hips toward his hand, forcing his index finger to brush your clit. "Nnfuuck", you whined.
He looked straight down at you, so much shorter than him. "Mm-damn, so wet for me". He added his middle finger, dipping it between your folds and into your slick before spreading your lubrication to your clit with a skillful flick of his fingertips.
