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muzansfangs · 1 year ago

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They accidentally see you naked.

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

Format: short imagines.

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

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

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Abarai Renji.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did you just confess your feelings to him?

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

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

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

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

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

Urahara Kisuke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

What an infuriatingly handsome son of a bitch he was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aizen Sosuke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aizen…” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he stack up to his vow.

Haschwalth Jugram.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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AUTHOR NOTE.

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

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