#renji thirst

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.

“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.

← Part 6 ⨳ Part 8 (coming soon!)

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”.

"Hey-" His eyes shifted between kids who were watching to see what would transpire between you. He stood aside in the doorway and said, "It's hot out here, you wanna come inside?"

You nodded and brushed past him, noting what felt like sparks between your closest points of proximity. The boy started in behind you, but Renji wasn't having it, covering the boy's face with his hand and pushing him back outside as he closed the door.

"Sorry about that. Jinta's always giving me such a hard time. It's annoying as hell".

You shook your head, still chuckling. "No, it's okay. It was entertaining to watch. Besides, I came here to apologize to you so you're not allowed to be sorry for anything right now".

"Apologize? For what?"

"For yesterday. I was so rude-"

"Hey, don't worry about it. I didn't think you were being rude, I was just concerned because you looked like you didn't feel well all of a sudden. You okay now?"

You looked down at your feet and said, "I’m fine, but I really do owe you an apology-"

"You don't owe me a damn thing, um-"

"(Y/n), my name is (Y/n L/n). I at least owe you that", you said looking back up at him shyly.

"(Y/n)”, he repeated back. “Pleased to finally make your acquaintance, (Y/n)". God, the sound of your name riding on his voice. So much for your panties staying dry during the visit…

“Better late than never, huh?”

There was a brief silence while the two of you just stood there, smiling at each other like idiots. "Would you uh, like some tea or anything?"

"That sounds great, thank you!" Far be it from you to turn down the chance to spend more time with him.

He led you out of the shop, further into the living quarters of the old building and into a small kitchen with a larger, adjacent tatami room. Naturally, you'd already removed your shoes in the genkan.

"Please, make yourself comfortable. I'll get the tea ready and be right back in a few".

You smiled and nodded.

He gave you a playfully suspicious look and said, "Don't you go running off anywhere, okay?"

You laughed at his light teasing. "I won't. Promise".

You slowly made your way over to the table, taking in your surroundings before taking a seat on a cushion. From your vantage point, you could see the back of Renji's bright red ponytail and his shoulders flexing beneath his robe as he worked in the kitchen.

"How'd you find me?"

"Oh, um- Yuki-san gave me the address. I hope that's okay?"

He looked over his shoulder at you with what was shaping up to be a permagrin and said, "Of course it is! I'm glad you did". He returned his attention to the task at hand, but continued, "Like I said, I was a bit worried about you. You looked like you were about to be sick or something".

You were grateful that his back was turned so you could stare at him while he spoke, the angles of his neck and shoulders, the thickness of his hair, the tattoos that traveled up to the back of his hair line. His words, yes, but more than that - his voice. That voice. There was no mistaking it. None of it made any sense, but you could bank on his voice being the one from your dreams, surreal as it was to be hearing it in your waking life.

He came into the room carrying a tray with all the tea paraphernalia before setting it down in the center of the table.

“Yeah,” you laughed nervously. “It had just hit me that I was late for a session so I had to run". You were lying through your teeth. What the fuck were you supposed to say?: 'Yah, about that - learning your name made me realize you're the guy I've been having sex with in my dreams for the past month and a half, nice to finally meet you!'?

He stopped pouring water from the hot kettle and his eyes narrowed at you, but he smiled. Did he know you were full of shit? He finished pouring the water over your matcha and said, "Well, at any rate, I'm glad to see that you're alright".

You smiled and looked down at your hands. "So...what brings you here? You know, to the living world?"

He spoke of repeated missions here to protect humans from hollows and transport souls to the spirit realm when their bodies' lives ended. Nothing you'd never heard of before, but Renji was the first Shinigami you'd spoken to more than once. Far from the stuffy, dark ones you'd encountered before him, his energy was light and carefree. He was the only one to have ever made you laugh, or even smile.

When he asked about your work, you expanded on your experience with Spiritual Pressure and Reiki, citing a life-long sensitivity towards and ability to absorb the energy of others. It wasn't anything you'd ever had any control over and so the best you could hope for and practice was to harness it as a gift. And maybe, just maybe transmutate the pain that the world offered you into healing it.

He stared at you with his mouth open and you wondered if you'd spoken too much woowoo, even for a Shinigami. You stopped talking and stroked the meat between your thumb and index finger with your other thumb.

The corner of his mouth lifted as he said, "Wow. I've never heard a human talk that way before about spirit energy. That's beautiful. Speaking of, I've been wanting to tell you that I think you have a pretty name. What does it mean?”

You answered his question, to which he responded, “Damn, that’s really beautiful. Suits you”. Heat spread across your cheeks and you had to look away from the intensity of his gaze. Jesus Christ, smooth talker much?

“I like your name a lot too. What does it mean?”

He leaned back, placing his hands flat on the tatami behind him. “The kanji for ‘Ren’ means love, and the one for ‘ji’ means next”.

“So, 'love next'? That's so fucking romantic!”, you cooed, holding your hand to your heart.

His lips curled up into a type of smile that was soft and seductive. “Do you think it suits me?"

"I get the feeling it does, very much so", you replied, trying - and failing - not to blush.

Your conversation with the crimson-headed death god continued for two more slow cups of tea when the door slid open and Tessai appeared. He froze, quickly assessing the situation, before backing out again. "Forgive me, I was just coming in to prepare dinner. I didn't realize-"

"Oh. No, it's okay, please…" Your eyes met Renji's again. "I better get going anyway, I've already intruded for too long", you said as you stood, brushing the wrinkles from your calf-length skirt.

"No!” Renji’s voice had come out louder than he’d meant for it to. He cleared his throat. "You haven't intruded at all", he said, standing with you expectantly. “In fact, why don’t you stay for dinner?”

His fondness for you was palpable. Even Tessai had felt it when he slid the doors open. He nodded at you with a warm smile when you looked to him for a cue.

You stayed, enjoying the delicious meal cooked and served up by Tessai, complimenting him profusely on his culinary skills. Renji laughed every time you moaned and groaned at the quality flavors and textures, telling you to get a room with your food. You’d offered to stay and help clean up, but Tessai was having none of it, insisting that you’d been a guest and it had been his pleasure to have you join them. You’d decided that it really was time for you to get going since you had to work the next day, bowing and thanking everyone again for their hospitality.

"Are you going home? I'll walk with you?", Renji asked as he led you back towards the genkan.

"Yeah, sure", you said chuckling. "I've never had a Soul Reaper walk me home before. Now I can mark it off my bucket list".

The animated exchange between you continued as you strolled, the early summer sunset's warm glow complimenting Renji's hair and skin. You reached your doorstep together and you turned to him before going inside.

"Thank you, Renji, for everything. You've been so kind to me. I still feel like a little bit of an asshole for bailing on you yesterday-"

He laughed. “(Y/n), please stop apologizing already! You more than made up for it today, trust me". Smiling like idiots was proving to be something the two of you enjoyed doing together. "Listen, we’re having a little homecoming shindig thing for Urahara-san when he comes back this weekend. I uh - it’d be awesome if you could be there?”

“That’s sounds like a lot of fun! Yeah, I’d love to!”

You each put your contact info into the other’s phone and Renji remained on your doorstep until he was satisfied that you’d locked yourself in securely.

Both you and Renji spent the remainder of your evening thinking about each other. You'd gotten under one another's skin, your mutual attraction having taken a deep dive beyond the superficial. Neither of you could wait to see the other again. Fortunately you wouldn't have to because you both shared the same dream again that night as you slept.

Two bodies rocking together as one, breaths and thrusts and heartbeats quickening in your fight to get closer to one another again and again and again.

"Need you, Renji", you said to him as his hips rolled into you hard and deep.

"I know, (Y/n), I'm on my way. Won't be much longer now", he said kissing his way up from the inside of your wrist to the crook of your elbow.

Renji watched her with lusty eyes as she descended, sliding further down between his legs, one of her nipples catching the head of his cock as she went. Her graceful fingers wrapped securely around his erection, tugging slowly as her full ruby lips followed his crimson happy trail all the way down, kissing, licking.

With one final, deliberate upward stroke of her hand she leaned down to lap up the small bead of pre that leaked from his tip, moaning in approval of his flavor. Her tongue made a couple of laps around his glans before taking him whole. Renji groaned and his elbows gave out, his head falling back onto the futon as his eyes rolled back with it.

“Fuck, feels so good. Mm-yeah, suck it just like that”, he said in a low growl.

Soon he was hitting the back of her throat, sending threads of pleasure up his spine. His balls were drawing up and he knew he was close. She popped her mouth off of him and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, a glimmering string of saliva still joining them together.

“Nnn-Renji, your pre tastes so damn good. You’re close, aren’t you babe?”

“God yes, baby-mm. Keep going, you’re so fucking amazing”, he said as he brushed her locks away from her face to get a better view of her as she worked him over.

She spit on his cock and continued pumping him in her fist. “Yeah, you gonna cum for me, Renj?”, she cooed before putting the head of his cock in her mouth, but keeping it open for him to see.

“Fuck yes-“, he panted.

Her lips sank all the way down his length. On her way back up, she hollowed her cheeks and began sucking him for all he was worth. After a few more passes, Renji gripped a handful of her hair.

“Shit baby, cumming uhh-“

She opened her mouth again, letting him watch as his white heat spurted out and into her open mouth. Some of it dripped off her tongue, but she was able to lap up most of his salty essence before swallowing it.

🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍

Renji’s eyes fluttered open, looking over his pillow, slightly disoriented but hoping he would find her there. As usual, there was no sign of her other than a light wisp of her scent, the last trace of her as he rejoined the waking world. Oh, and the small sticky puddle of semen left over from his orgasm just moments before. Christ, he thought, I haven’t had this many wet dreams in over a century.

It was the fifth time in a month that the same beautiful woman had appeared in his dreams. Each dream was similar to the one before. She’d seduce him, usually in his bed, which resulted in the entanglement of their naked bodies, fucking each other into oblivion. Invariably, he’d wake up to find his softening cock covered in cum.

He dragged himself out of bed, pulling the sheet he’d ejaculated on along with him and wiped the excess fluid from his skin before tossing it into the laundry. From there, he walked naked into his bathroom and turned on the shower. As he waited for the water to get hot, he looked at himself in the mirror and started laughing, shaking his head. Damn, he thought, the best sex of my long ass life is with a woman who doesn’t exist in a place where I can’t stay. Fucking figures.

He stepped into the steamy shower, allowing it to wash over his body, his long red hair sticking to his wet tattooed skin when he dipped his head into the calming water.

He had yet to be able to fall back asleep after his otherworldly lovemaking sessions with this intangible woman. They always felt so real, palpable. He couldn’t shake the feeling of her fingers tracing the inked patterns along his abdomen, his hand gently kneading her breast as their tongues danced outside open lips.

She had even taken to crossing his mind during the daytime, haunting him now even in his waking life. A figment of a woman whose name he didn’t even know…

Yet.

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.

🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍

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?

🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍

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!”