#ichiren x reader

[karikarasuno]

Pairing: Renji Abarai x Fem!Reader x Ichigo Kurosaki

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings/Tags: Implied Poly Relationship, Suggestive Content, Recreational Drug Use, Shotgunning, Domestic Fluff, Kissing

a/n: my bleach brainrot is never evening at this point. and I’m partially blaming @thegetoufather for fueling all my thoughts but also thank you for indulging me and reading this over. this was written very much on a whim and also somehow turned into the domestic fluffy poly relationship. don’t even ask me how it happened bc it just did lmao. anyway pls enjoy<3

“So what are the odds that we actually live in a simulation?”

He’s passing you the blunt, smoke blowing from his nose and through the open window his upper body is partially hanging out of.

“The odds are low, Ren,” you say before inhaling. The smoke scratches at your throat, filling your lungs and releasing with a less than graceful cough. But you catch it before it gets worse, swallowing around the discomfort and feeling your head swim soon after.

“No, no, let’s talk about this,” he starts, taking the blunt back and ashing it on the ceramic tray you made for him a few months ago. “Because I saw this tiktok, right-”

“So we’re trusting tiktok now?”

“Listen,” he whines, bringing the tip to his lips and sucking in another deep hit. “How do you explain all the glitches,” he breathed the smoke out and across your face. You coughed in exaggeration, waving your hand in front of you until a crooked smile tugged at his features.

“What glitches?” You crossed your legs from your place on his bed, hugging his hoodie tighter around your body when a cool breeze trickled in from the open window.

“Like-” he coughs, an inhale too deep, forcing him to expel most of the hit in one sputtering exhale. “The birds,” he croaks out, voice scratchy from the sudden release. You laugh, reaching a hand out to grab the blunt from his extended arm. He’s sitting perpendicular to you, long legs stretched out on the bed in front of him as he leans his head back and out the window to look up at the night sky. Your eyes linger. First on his neck, then down to his broad shoulders, drifting down his chest before you shake your head.

“The birds?” Your brows furrow, pausing before you bring it to your lips as you scrunch up your face in confusion. “The fuck are you on about?”

He whips his head to look at you, closing his eyes and gasping when he realizes too late that he moved too quickly. He steadies himself by placing his hand on your knee, palm large enough to cover the whole thing. And it’s warm on your bare skin. Your thigh erupting in goosebumps despite the heat pulsing off him. “You’re telling me you haven't seen the video of the birds falling straight out of the sky. All dead?”

“That can’t be real,” you argue, flicking his pinky when he squeezes at your thigh. You finally inhale again, smaller this time to avoid a coughing fit and turning your face to blow it outside. You should probably stop there, your limbs already feeling like you’re dragging them through syrup and your cheeks hurting from where you can’t stop smiling at Renji’s stupidity.

“I swear it is, babe,” he says, holding up a pinky expectantly. “Pinky promise, I saw the video and they all were just falling to the ground in like, masses.”

“I’m sure there’s a scientific explanation for that,” you wrap your pinky around his, taking one more hit against your better judgment before giving it back. It was starting to taste like ash anyway, and you reached for the water bottle propped on the window sill to get the bitter flavor from your mouth.

“No, it has to be a glitch,” he says back, shaking his head as he rolls the blunt between two fingers. Before you can respond, though, the door is kicked open. An irritated Ichigo stands in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest and his duffle bag still slung over his shoulder.

“How was your shift?” You ask, smiling lazily up at him. He’s still wearing his gym clothes, the logo faded on the right hand corner of his shirt and wrinkled from the way his bicep pressed up against it.

“Why do that inside when we have a balcony?” He asks, always hating when the apartment smelled like weed even hours after you were done. That earns him a shrug though, your smile growing when he drops his bag onto Renji’s bedroom floor and flops on the mattress in the space between the two of you.

“The bed is comfier,” Renji says at the same time as your “It’s too chilly to be outside.”

He just scoffs in response, his head moving to rest on your lap as you start to play with some of the hair sticking to his forehead. “Shift went fine. I worked with Chad tonight so it wasn’t unbearable, at least.”

“Want some?” Renji offers, tilting the nearly done blunt in Ichigo’s direction. He thinks it over for a moment, eyes flicking between Renji and his hand before he decides to take it from him. His inhale is long, his chest rising where it’s laid out in front of you and his eyes close. He holds the smoke in his lungs for a beat longer than usual, opening his eyes to peek up at you through his lashes before he’s curling one of the strings on your hoodie around his finger. He tugs you down towards him, your back having to bend far enough to feel the stretch down your spine.

You know his intention, so you smile before hovering your parted lips over his. Your eyes flutter closed, the grip he has on the string tightening as his lips brush yours and he blows the smoke into your mouth. You breathe in on instinct, sighing at the feeling of the almost kiss. Your axis is tilted in the wrong direction, your center far from its normal upright state. And so naturally you lean forward even more, pressing a kiss against his open lips and relishing in the tender feeling.

His hand finds the back of your head to deepen it, tongue peeking out and licking across your bottom lip until you pull away with a sigh and a giggle. You feel floaty and far off. Your peripheral vision blurry at the edges as the full force of the high hits you. Ichigo smirks up at you, grasping your chin between his index finger and thumb to tilt your face back down to him.

“You good?” He asks, teasing yet firm, the question floating up to you and you nod. He releases his grip on your chin, head falling heavy against your thigh before he’s bringing whatever’s left of the blunt to his lips again. You stare as he inhales, his lungs filling so deeply and you feel a twinge of jealousy knowing that every time you attempt that it always ends in your lungs trying to escape through your throat.

He holds it again, this time angling his head towards Renji, eyes giving away more than enough of his request. And Renji’s lips shift into a lopsided grin, one of his hands reaching out to rest around Ichigo’s neck before mimicking your earlier motions. You swear you feel your pupils dilate as you watch them. A very vivid exchange of breath through softly parted lips. And when their eyelids flutter, Ichigo’s sloppy exhale finishes past Renji’s lips. But as Renji moves back, Ichigo tangles his free hand in his hair, curling thick red strands around his fingers to kiss him just as needily as he kissed you.

A groan rumbles through Renji’s chest. Dark and throaty, deep enough to feel the vibrations instead of hearing them. There’s reluctance when the kiss splinters off, both of them breathing against each other. Easy and light and normal.

“You’re clingy tonight,” Renji whispers just an inch away from him. His lips glistening with spit as they stretch into a smile.

“Long night,” Ichigo responds, hand falling from Renji’s hair to intertwine your fingers with his. “Kinda jealous you spent all evening together while I was stuck watching stupid kids fuck with the machines.”

Renji chuckles and sits up straight again, leaning on his hand and placing the other flat against Ichigo’s stomach.

“Sounds like someone needs to relax,” he offers. And your hand comes up to stroke through Ichigo’s hair again, your nails raking across his scalp until he shivers in your lap. He almost forgot about the blunt he was holding, taking one last hit before handing it off to Renji to smother the barely burning end out.

“We can help with that,” you say, voice dreamy and a touch tired. Ichigo hums in response, eyes closed and head tilting into your touch. He’s melting into your touch, body dead weight on the bed and your leg starts to fall asleep. But you don’t dare ask him to move. Not when he looks so relaxed with your fingers in his hair and Renji’s slipping under the hem of his dry fit.

“S’nice,” he slurs out, limp in your embrace but muscles tensing whenever Renji’s touch wanders lower than he expects. You’ve always loved pampering Ichigo. Mainly because you liked watching the scowl slip from his face, the wrinkles always set between his brows softening. Always somehow looking even more stunning than he already is.

“Yeah?” You hum, leaning down to press a kiss to the apple of his cheek before resting your forehead against his.

“Yeah,” he sighs, breath hitching suddenly and when you glance down Renji’s hand is stroking his inner thigh.

“Don’t be such a tease, Ren,” you playfully scold him which earns you an expression feigning shock.

“I’d never do something like that.” He winks at you, a giggle rising in your throat and tumbling from your lips.

“Liar,” Ichigo gasps, lips parting around it as it teeters off into a light groan when Renji places a heavy hand over his cock, which is now straining against his shorts. “You live for this shit, fucking bastard.”

Renji squeezes him at the insult, Ichigo’s head pressing further into your thigh at the action. An astonished chuckle wheezes from him when Renji does it again. “You’re just impatient, Ichi.”