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geekedoutbunny · 1 year

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Grimmjow x Human Reader Boyfriend Headcanon SFW

I should've posted this long ago, but shit happened, and I honestly forgot this was here until I posted the last two Dbz/Dbs fanfics. This Is rather long, but it's totally worth it..... I hope at least, I feel like it went a little off track ngl. But eh, let's wing it. YOLO!!

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When you first met him, you were intrigued. His blue hair and his matching electric blues, his strong physic, and his grumpy yet colorful attitude. You liked all of it.

You were a common customer at Kisuke Candy Shop, you liked the man, he was a sweetheart and he always made you laugh. Kisuke was like a father away from home. He was always asking for you well being, asking if you needed help with keeping up with your bills, or if you needed a ride to work, but you'd always politely decline him.

One day, while you were shopping for some of your morning sweets at Kisuke's shop, you were startled when you happen to look up from the shelves of candy, and you saw the blue haired man. He was handsome, and you were enriched by his gaze. You were startled from it when he suddenly spoke up. "Take a damn picture, it'll last longer damn it." He said in a crude tone.

You stared at him a little longer before you just turned and walked away. 'The hell is his issue?' You thought, annoyed and upset from his words, you wanted to say something back, but something in his eyes told you not to. It was all forgotten once Kisuke came and brightened up your morning with the usually small yet goofy talk, You then left, but not before looking back, looking for the same blue eyes. Only to find that he was gone.

After that, you kind of made it a point to come earlier than what you usually do, hoping to see the same rude yet handsome stranger again, but it was rare whenever you did catch him, he was usually talking to Kisuke, apparently, his crudeness was normal, as Kisuke didn't seem to mind it. The more you came, the more you saw the blue haired mane interacting with other customers.

He's spoken to a long orange haired girl, with a young half breed man, with an orange haired man, even though they didn't seem to like one another. You've even seen him help the elderly cross the streets and help them with their things. He was a nice man, but he was just a naturally aggressive man. Then, you saw him standing outside of the shop one morning. It has been months since you last saw him, and you've been mentally beating yourself up for never talking to him, but now was your chance.

So with a deep inhale, you walked up to him, and you spoke to him. "Hi, I'm (Y/N), I come here every mor-" You were cut off when he looked towards you with a glare. "And? The hell this has to do with me?" He asked in an annoyed tone as he stared down at you. You stared at him, it's not like he wasn't wrong, but you refused to back down. "I'm just introducing myself to you, damn people can't say hi to your miserable ass?" You fired back, as you placed a hand upon your hip and you cocked a brow at him.

He snared at you before he looked off, staring straight ahead of himself. "I'm not fucking miserable, I'm just annoyed." He defended, and you rolled your eyes. "Well you seem pretty damn miserable to me, you seem lonely too." You said in an honest tone as you eyed him. He looked over at you for a moment, before he looked away. "And If I was? What if I like being alone, the hell that gots ta do with you?" He asked in a defensive yet questioning tone. You shrugged, not disagreeing with him. "Nothing, but I decided to make it my business, because I can't turn away from a person who reminds me of myself."

You said honestly as you stared up at him, he looked down at you, regarding you for a moment, before he looked off and he sighed once more. You thought that he was done talking, and you deemed that as fine, as you finally gotten the chance to talk to him, you were about to walk into the store, when his voice stopped you. "Grimmjow." He simply said, you looked back at him in question.

He then turned to look at you, his shoulder leaning against the wall. "My name, it's Grimmjow." He said, confirming our suspicions. You then smiled, and you turned towards him. "(Y/N), my name is (Y/N)" You said in a kind voice. After that, you and Grimmjow seemed to get along well. He'd always stand outside the shop, waiting for you to come to the shop. If you asked him that's what he was doing, he'd deny it.

You've grown used to his rather rude attitude, but that's what made Grimmjow, Gimmjow. It made him unique and you liked that about him. After work, you'll pass by the candy shop, and you'll see him standing in front of the shop once more, and it'll bring a smile to your face, if you went grocery shopping, he'll offer to take your bags, a bit forcefully, but you don't mind, less work honestly. He'll walk you to your door and will even come inside if you offer it to him.

Once you offer him into your home more than three times, be expecting him to break into your home, he'll be lounging on the couch, playing a video game, or watching TV. He never asks for food, and he always refuses whenever you offer him anything, he tends to like to watch you go about your regular house duties. He doesn't really talk unless he has something to say, you ask him a question, or he's feeling playful. Most of the day he tends to sleep it away.

Sometimes he'll randomly jump up and leave, claiming that he's got shit to do. But he'll always come back.

So far, life has been different with Grimmjow around. It wasn't as lonely anymore, and you felt safe at all times, you never felt like you were in danger, it was truly a blessed life. But one day, Grimmjow came in, he was badly beaten, his clothes were ripped and his hair was a mess, he had deep cuts and hard bruises all over him.

You covered your mouth in shock and horror when he climbed into the window one evening. "OH MY GOD, GRIMMJOW WHAT HAPPENED!?" You yelled, fearful for his health and condition as you raced towards him, he plopped into your home, landing heavily on his back under your window as he gasped for air. You dropped to your knees next to him, as you placed your hands together, afraid to touch him. He cracked his eye open, and he looked over at you. Your eyes held unshed tears in them as you stared down at him.

He gave a painful chuckle before he slowly raised a bloody hand, and rubbed the back of his knuckle against your cheek. It was wet from his blood, but you didn't care as you grabbed onto his handholding onto it gently. "Stop the waterworks already damnit. It's not like I'm dying." He said, his voice was hushed and it sounded strained, you shook your head. "Not dying? Then what is this Because it looks pretty fucking close to death if you ask me." You shot back, slight irritation in your voice as you spoke, annoyed with his laid back attitude.

He just huffed at your words, as he looked up at the ceiling, not denying nor agreeing with your words. You let his hand go and placed it down next to him gently, before you spoke in a shaky voice. "I-I'll go and get some help, just stay her-" You were cut off from your words, as he gripped your arm tightly, making you wince. "The fuck you are, nobody can see me as it is, so just getting help will make you seem like a lunatic." He said in a harsh voice as he glared at you. "L-let me go." You whined, as you tugged her arm away from his tight grip. "Say that you'll take care of me yourself first, then I'll let go." He said. You whined once more before you looked down at him. The desperate look upon his face made you agree.

"O-OKAY FINE!!! I'LL DO IT MYSELF, JUST LET GO!!" You shouted in pain, he let you go, and you fell back on your butt with a 'oof'. You then rubbed at your arm where he was holding it in a death grip. You then looked over at him, he was looking back at the ceiling, a guilty look on his face, but he didn't apologize. You just huffed, before you stood up, and you silently went to the back and you went into the laundry room, pulling out old clothes and sheets.

You then came back, and you placed the clothes on the ground next to him, you then got a rag and a bowl and you filled it up with some warm water, you then poured some vinegar into the water, making it a natural disinfectant. You then placed the bowl down next to him and he seemed to react poorly to the smell of vinegar and he made sure to voice his complaint. "Ugh, smells like pure shit." He groaned, you lightly chuckled at him complaint, as you squeezed out the rag.

"It's vinegar." You told him in a gentle voice, as you began cleaning the wounds on his arms, he hissed at the sting, but he didn't pull back from it. You were both silent, the sounds of your struggled grunts and the sound of cloth tearing filled the air. The occasional sound of water splashing accompanied it. You started on his exposed skin, such as arms, face, hands, and his neck. 'What caused this many cuts and bruises, did he get into a bad fight?' You worriedly yet confusingly thought as you tied off another makeshift bandage on his arm.

So far only his arms and head needed a bandage, however, even his shirt was soaked with blood, and you needed to check up under it. You would've checked it first, but you were honestly nervous as to what you'll find, his arms alone had deep cuts that needed stitching, but you didn't know how to do that. God forbid he had a hole in his body. You bit your bottom lip, worry shooting up through you. He seemed to notice, as he began moving to sit up, but you were quick to stop him.

"W-wait! What are you doing? You shouldn't be moving!!" You complained as he placed your hands on his shoulders, but he fanned you off. "Shut up, it's obvious that you're nervous, these wounds are nothing that I can't handle." He said in an annoyed voice, but hints of concern would be heard if you really listened. "If that's the case, then why did you come in the way you did?" You questioned him, as you kept pushing him to stay down. He growled at your stubbornness. "Grrrr, shut up, I just got out of a fight damnit, now move." He said, in an annoyed tone.

You became just as annoyed as you pushed back just as hard. "LET ME HELP!!! PLEASE!!! I CAN DO IT!!!" You yelled, desperation filling your voice, he stopped to stare at you, regarding you, and a flash of fear with through his eyes, before he blinked it away and he sighed. "Fine, but don't panic once you see it." He said in an accepting tone as he began working open his black shirt. You smiled, happy that he was letting you do this, but your eyes widen in shock and in fear, as you covered your mouth.

It wasn't the deep wounds that you suspected would be on him, it was the giant gaping hole in his stomach that made your breath practically leave your body. You stared on in shock, your eyes locked on the hole. "This is what I was warning you about." He said, his voice calm and relaxed as spoke, looking down at you. You then reach forward, wanting to see if it was real. But your hand just wen straight through it and you gasped as you snatched your hand back.

You were both silent, before you then started to chuckle lightly. "It makes so much sense now, why you were never hungry, you don't have a stomach." You said in an amused voice, he seemed to take it easy, as he relaxed and he smirked. "Yeah, I guess that's why." He agreed. After that, you bandaged him up as much as you could. It was quiet, for a while, after you tied the sheet off, you stared at hi back for a moment, before your vision became blurry. You leaned down and placed your forehead against his back, while you wrapped your arms around him.

He didn't say anything, as he simply looked back at you, before he sighed and he placed his hand on yours. You both sat like that, slightly until you fell asleep from stress. When you woke up, it was dark out, you were in your bed. You were facing the window and you could see the moon through the cracked curtains. You were warm and relaxed. You were recalling your day, the situation with Grimmjow, it felt like a bad dream, and you were going to call it that, if it weren't for the arm that was draped across your waist.

You could see the cloth that you tied off around the arm, making makeshift bandages. The sound of lightly snoring was finally registering in your brain, and you traced the arm gently, looking at the veins and the hard hands from years of work that you could only imagine. A deep groan sounded behind you, and you looked back at him, he was looking out the window, before he looked down at you.

His hair was still a mess from when he first came in, but it didn't look like he was beaten up and more like bed hair. The arm that was on your waist came up to rub at his eyes, and he grunted as he stretched, you could feel the muscles of his arm under your head that you didn't notice that you were laying on, the more he began to wake up the more you began to realize how pressed up against him you were.

Your back was to his chest, and you could feel his legs intertwined with yours. It made your cheeks heat up, but you didn't want to move. You were pulled from your thoughts when he suddenly spoke up. "Ugh, what time is it" He asked in a groggy voice, you were used to hearing it, but never this close. "Ummm, let me seeeee.... it isssssss. 10:30" You said as you turned on your phone and looked at the screen.

He groaned but he didn't seem to be in any rush at all. In fact, he draped his arm back over your waist, tugging you closer to him. You blushed, but you didn't stop him. You've been suppressing your feelings for him for a while now. And if he was showing any sign of liking you back, you were going to jump on it, so you began to squirm, trying to turn around to face him, but the arm around your waist stopped you.

"Stop the fucking squirming." He said, his voice still groggy as he was pulled from his dozing slumber, you whined as you kept trying to turn, but his grip stayed strong, you then gave up and just laid there. "I wanna see you." You whined, he stayed quiet for a while longer, before he loosened his hold on you. You smiled, happily before you turned around in his loose yet firm hold. Once you finally turned around, you were immediately faced with his tone chest, you could see deep scars from years and months of healing.

You lightly traced them, making his breath hitch, you looked up at him, your hand pulling from him as you did so. He was looking down at you with an observant gaze, but he never said anything. You didn't see him reacting in pain, so you went back to tracing his scars. You traced until you came to his shoulders, they were covered with his shirt, and you gently pushed your hand under it, making it slip off his shoulder, on his neck, you saw a terrible scar. It seemed deeper than the others and it looked like it took lots of healing.

"What happened?" You asked, your voice light with concern. He just grunted before he got up, pulling his arm from under your head, making you plop on the pillow when you tried to move as the other hand from your waist pushed your shoulder down. You stared up at him, your eyes wide from confusion and shock. "Grimmjow?" You asked in a light voice as you stared at him, he looked down at you with a thoughtful gaze, his blue eyes seeming darker ad richer in the moonlight, and his messy hair made him more handsome. He didn't say anything for a while, before he sighed.

"This is going to be a long night." He said before he leaned down and he claimed your lips. Your eyes widen in shock from his sudden kiss. Your eyes then slowly closed, as your hands came up to play with his hair. He groaned at the feeling of your acceptance of his advance.

After that, he began to treat you differently, he became more of a boyfriend than a friend with unknown feelings. It was official yet unofficial. It was a strange relationship. He was more open to staying longer and spending more time together and the newest addition was sleeping in the same bed together.

Eventually, the day came when you asked him. "What are we?" You asked him one day, you had just finished lunch, and he, like usual, didn't eat he was resting in a chair, arms folded behind his head as he leaned back in the chair.

He didn't look over at you at first, but he eventually sat up in his chair, and he leaned over the table towards you, he held your chin in between his finger and thumb, and he smirked. "You're mine, and I'm yours." That was all he simply said, and you accepted that.

Once that was established, he began to pretty much 'proper;y' move in. He brought all his clothes and all his fave little snacks, he didn't really eat a lot of food, like a meal, but he did like snacks.

You liked living with him, and you wouldn't trade him for anything.

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muzansfangs · 8 months

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Byakuya, Ichigo, and grimmjow finding f! Reader naked?

They accidentally see you naked.

Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Ichigo Kurosaki x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: short imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, Ichigo is aged up and around his twenties, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, implied sexual tension on previous encounters, f!reader, unprotected sex, horny thoughts, language, fluff, rough sex, biting, suggestive themes, mention to kidnapping in Grimmjow’s part, shower sex;

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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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

Two weeks. You had been stuck in Las Noches for two weeks now. Not only you missed your family, your friends and your house, but you were frustrated over the fact that, apparently, you had been kidnapped only because you were Ichigo’s adoptive and older sister and Grimmjow wanted to irk his rival. Unfortunately for him, you had an attitude.

The day Grimmjow and Ulquiorra dragged you to Hueco Mundo, you were minding your business. It was such a serene night in Karakura Town and you had suggested to buy a cake in the nearby patisserie for enjoying a dessert with your friends. You had not even bothered wearing something nice. You were comfortable in your ripped jeans and sneakers. However, you knew that the t-shirt you were wearing could have drawn way too many glances. Therefore, you opted for wearing a jacket over it.

Obviously, you did not make it to the cake-shop. The sting on the side of your neck you suddenly felt as you crossed the road was a clear sign that someone had other plans for you. Your vision was blurry, but you could clearly discern the cheeky grin of the Espada that loathed your brother’s guts, as he stared down at you. The hot Espada, right. But that was a detail you were going to ignore for the time being.

You fainted several seconds after the impact, only to wake up in front of Aizen’s throne and find out to be the center of the attention of Hollows around you. The show was about to begin, though. As you started yelling at everyone how much you wished they all could explode like balloons in front of your eyes, Aizen simply ordered to give you a uniform and elegantly left the room. That decision was the cherry on top. Ulquiorra did not waste any precious time and handed you a white dress that matched the style of this ‘group of terrorists’, as you kept on calling them, but you scoffed and refused to wear it.

Grimmjow was not having it and thought and trying to unzip your jacket was a good idea. As you swatted his hands away, you had to eventually give up when he pinned your wrists above your head, as your back was pressed against the wall. The sneaky grin on his face, though, dropped as soon as the blue words printed on your white t-shirt came to his vision.

‘Blowjobs are jobs too’.

Your cheeks flushed up and Grimmjow let go of you in shock. But from that day he started to see you under a different light. You had always been pretty and he hated to admit how many times he had found himself fantasizing about how his hands could perfectly squeeze your ass as you bounced up and down on his shaft. He could not control himself and his lust for you grew with every argument you had.

The fact that you were a Kurosaki, even if you did not share Ichigo’s blood, made the whole deed even better. What a way to get back at his rival, if he could dig his claws into your flesh.

On the other hand, you were not indifferent to Grimmjow’s sharp features and abs. You hated to admit that he literally was your type and that you had wet dreams about him more than once. Getting to see him everyday in Las Noches was now driving you mad. You were glad Aizen had at least given you a chamber with a private bathroom. You had to admit that you allowed your mind to wonder and your hand to wander under the shower. His sharp canines, they did numbers on your mind and wished you could feel the way they grazed over your jugular. Just once, no one had to know about that.

Now, you easily got bored in the huge castle you were stuck in. You therefore asked Aizen if you could paint some parts of the walls in the hall that had cracked throughout the time. The stoic man had hesitantly agreed and now you were trying to keep yourself busy by painting over the ruined portions of walls in front of you. You were trying to balance yourself on the wooden ladder set against the wall, with a bucket of white paint in your hand and the brush in the other.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to watch over you, but you were confident about your skills. Additionally, you had probably underestimated the presence of Grimmjow a few feet away from you.

“Tsk, what the hell are you doing up there? Do you want to break your neck?” his hoarse voice pierced your ears, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. There he was, ready to taunt you.

You sighed and tried to keep your balance as you gave him a flat reply, your tone almost apathetic at this point “Why do you care? Mind your business”.

Grimmjow cocked his head to the side, his trademark smirk plastered over his face as her let his eyes scrutinize the way the tight skirt of your dress emphasized the curve of ass. A delicious meal for him.

“Nah, if you die, I’d lose my plaything. Come on, let me help you” he teased you, hoping to get a reaction from you.

Oh, boy, he definitely did.

Your upper lip twitched, your grip on the brush tightening significantly as you tried not to slip from the creaking rung of that stupid ladder “Excuse me?!” you practically hissed, dipping your head down to glare at him.

Grimmjow grinned and arched his eyebrow at you “You heard me. Get your ass down here, plaything”.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to help you and now, as you scoffed in indignation, ready to fire back an insult at him, you realized that you were screwed up. You never got to yell at Grimmjow, no. A strained scream left your mouth, as the sound of the thin wooden plank under your feet snapping pierced your ears. You did not see that coming for sure and so you fell. Loosening your grip on the brush and the bucket, you squeezed your eyes shut for inevitable impact with the floor. An impact that neve came as you felt two strong arms embrace you and yank you towards a toned chest.

You hesitantly opened your eyes, mouth slightly agape as you tried to steady your breath, when the bucket ended up pouring its content all over you two. You would have loved to to thank Grimmjow, but the first you did as you felt the paint stick on your hair, naked portions of skin and dress was cussing.

“Fuck!” you groaned, as Grimmjow snorted too and let you back down on the floor. Obviously, he had been a victim of the falling bucket as well. Some paint covered his messy hair and part of his chest and uniform.

Seeing him like this, in addition to the fact that he had saved your life, made you crack up a smile and shake your head softly. You two were a mess.

“Don’t you fucking dare to say anything! Let’s get this shitty paint off of us before it dries!” he grumbled, wrapping his hand around your wrist and marching towards your room. You quirked your eyebrows up, wondering why he was leading you back to your room. You did not have spare clothes for him, just a bathroom and, if he thought you were going to strip in front of him, he was clearly wrong.

As he opened the door of your room and let you in, he took off his jacket and threw it on the floor, his hands already reaching down to unbuckle his belt, as you finally squealed out in shock and turned your back at him.

“Grimmjow, what the hell are you doing! Don’t you dare undress in front of me!” you quipped, clasping your hand over your mouth. That was so embarrassing and you could feel cold sweat collecting in the back of your neck.

“What’s up now? Never seen a cock?” he sassed, dropping his pants down and walking to the bathroom naked. Your blood ran cold and you did your best not to turn around. He had never acted like that. This time you found yourself speechless and you could not even send him to hell.

As you heard him turn the shower on, you sighed and grabbed a towel from a drawer. You hastily undress yourself and wrapped the pink item around your naked body. You waited for him to get out ot the shower, confident that he had not seen a single glimpse of your body. But you were wrong.

The panther boy accidentally saw your naked ass through the mirror in your bathroom. The open door had granted it the full view of the bedroom and now he was practically growling in the cubicle with a painful boner. No, it was enough. This time you were going to take care of the problem you had caused.

Grimmjow stormed out of the bathroom, not caring about covering himself and making you gawk at the scenery before your eyes. He tugged your towel away and kissed you passionately, not giving you time to process what is was happening. You barely did, in fact. Your brain slowly started to process what your own body was doing, when you found yourself into the shower with Grimmjow’s fingere buried into your core.

You wanted him. You wanted him so badly and as he bit onto the crook of your neck, thrusting his fingers into you, you moaned softly and closed your eyes in bliss.

“What happens in Las Noches stays in Las Noches” he purred in your ear, only to receive your sassy reply.

“It was Las Vegas, you ignorant cat” you breathed out, before he involved you into a fervent kiss that made your inner walls clench around his fingers.

‘Sorry Ichigo. I could not resist’ was your last thought before you reached your climax.

Ichigo Kurosaki.

Being Urahara’s adoptive daughter was a privilege. Life was great, really, but since your father had started training Ichigo Kurosaki and his friends things were messy. You had no time to rest and practically zero privacy. Your house and shop had been opened to Soul Reapers and humans, coming over to ask for help at any hour of the day. Including night, obviously.

Despite that, you had bonded with the entire group of ‘heroes wannabe’, as you teasingly addressed them.

Yet, there was one out of them that had caught your eye and it was not just for his appearence. Ichigo Kurosaki, the invincible guy that had rescued Rukia Kuchiki and was now trying to take down Aizen, was living rent free in your mind. More than once, while you watched your father teach him new strategies and help him improve his skills, you had found yourself staring intently at the way his muscular arms flexed every time he unsheathed his sword.

You had carved in your mind the way his t-shirt emphasized the outline of his abs and you had to avert your eyes from him, when droplets of sweat made his body glisten. Your mind was wild, you imagined too many things for your own good.

You often laid in your bed, eyes closed, back arching for waves of pleasure, at the thought of his sweaty face hovering over yours as he thrusted into you. You wanted him, you wanted him more than anything else on this Earth. You wished to see the sweat beading his forehead up close, you wanted that sweat to scream your name. Things were heated, whenever your father ordered you to help him train.

A hand to hand fight was probably going to be the cause of your death, one day or another. Sometimes, as you fought, you ended up rolling onto the ground. His hot body against yours and those flames blazing in his eyes got you weak on your knees.

Once, you had ended up topping him. Your hand way laying flat onto his chest, as you straddled him. You were both sweaty, panting, your clothed intimacies pressed down against one another. In that very moment, as you tried to stand up and shifted your position, he groaned softly. You did not fail to notice the way his cheeks flushed, or feel how something was twitching underneath the fabric of his trousers.

That had happened a week ago and, since then, you were avoiding meeting him around your father’s shop. You were too embarrassed at the thought that you had practically felt his boner like that.

Now, that infamous morning, you were relaxing a bit into the bathtub. Urahara and the others had left for taking care of some business out of town and you had to watch over the shop while they were gone. However, you were too tired and stressed out to deny yourself some self-indulgent pleasure.

Some bubbles were floating in the air as you let the warm water and soap envelope your naked frame and you did not hear at all the door of the bathroom creak open. When you heard your phone buzz, you raised up in the tub, your naked back and ass in full display as you reached for your device.

But Ichigo’s eyes, oh dear, they went wide as he ended up toppling over a vase, as he stumbled into the bathroom. You were a vision, the emblem of perfection, and he clasped his hand over his mouth in shock, as the sound of the object shattering on the floor made you both flinch.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” he fretted, panicking as he tried to cover his eyes.

You, on the other hand, had dropped your phone on the floor too and had hastily slided back into the tub to hide your naked form from him. It was such a pleasurable nightmare!

“Ichigo! What the hell are you doing here?!” you blurted out, hoping a supermassive black hole could suck you in right on the spot.

“I was searching for Urahara!” he defended himself, turning his back at you and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“In the bathroom?!”.

“Oh shut up! I needed to use the bathroom too!” he snapped back, not knowing what to say anymore.

There was no way out from the carousel of shame and awkwardness, therefore you took the matter in your hands and quickly grasped a towel, hopping out of the shower and wrapping it around your body. You needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

As your shoulder brushed against his, though, Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut for a second before pinning you against the wall and kissing you out of the blue. You inhaled sharply, not expecting it, but, as soon as you collected yourself from the shock, you kissed him back and tangled your fingers through his spiky orange hair.

It was a kiss full of hunger, just like his hand, slipping underneath your towel and searching for your folds. You moaned softly against his lips, raving into the longed sensation you were finally experiencing.

“Let’s hope your father doesn’t come home earlier now” he rasped, plunging his fingers into your core as you lolled your head back against the wall in pleasure.

“If he does, I’ll tell Aizen how to fucking use that stupid device at his full potential” you joked, smiling against his lips.

Thinking about it now, you were so glad your father had messed up your lives with Ichigo’s group of friends.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

Drenched in sweat, you were running up to the Kuchiki Estate. Training under the scorching sun for hours had truly drained you. Yet, you were determined to get stronger and help to fight Aizen and his crew of Arrancar. When Rukia had suggested to Orihime to visit the Soul Society and spend some days together to hone her abilities, you had decided to join them.

It was your chance to put yourself to the test and, actually, even an excuse to see the new friends you had made in the Seireitei. However, you had to be honest to yourself and admit that there was one special person you wanted to see again. You had hated his guts, when you first met. It was a miracle that he had not slashed your chest open too when you tried to prevent Rukia’s return to the Soul Society. Yet, things had changed.

Byakuya Kuchiki was not only a cold-hearted, stoic and sophisticated man. He was much more than that and you had started to see it too.

He was not much of a talker, but he was handsome as hell and he had even offered you his help in trying to become a better Sobstitute Shinigami. You naturally found it odd, but you were in no position to refuse his help. However, the recent events had forced you to part ways again and you had missed him too much not to come back to the Soul Society and see him again.

Throughout your permanence, Rukia was allowing you to sleep over at the Kuchiki Estate but, much to your dismay, you never crossed paths with him. Not even once. It was horribly ironic, but you were partially glad he could not hear your soft moans in the dead of the night, when you touched yourself thinking about him and how his hands rested on your hips when he adjusted your position during a training session.

You missed his touch, his cologne, the way his chest grazed over your head when you were that close. Whenever he scolded you for being too distracted, you had to bite on your tongue not to blurt out that it was his fault. Your close proximity truly made your grip on your katana falter. He was messing with your head in a way you could not fully comprehend and you wondered if he was conscious of the way he affected you.

Now, as you stormed into the room Rukia let you sleep in, you quickly started taking off your uniform. You craved a shower and some fresh clothes more than anything right now. You dropped your pants to the floor and you quickly took off your shirt as well, as you already imagined the way the hot water would have made your aching muscles relax.

But as you finally reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, someone had returned to his Estate. His feather-like steps could not be heard at all and you simply discarded your bra too, sighing in relief as your breasts were free from any restriction. You were still humming in satisfaction with your eyes closed, when the door of your room slided up and a gasp of shock left Byakuya’s lips.

He was for some reason unable to move, his eyes locked on the curve of your breasts, staring at your nipples as if he was admiring some greek statute of a goddess. He cursed himself for his lack of decency and he felt mortified as you opened back your eyes and you met his gaze.

“Byakuya!” you squeaked out, cheeks heating up in shame as you grasped your shirt anf tried to cover your upper body from his eyes. Honestly, you had never felt that ashamed in your whole life.

The Captain of the Sixth Division cleared his throat and averted his eyes from you, his body clearly reacting to the vision he had just been blessed with. He could not pretend he had not seen you like that and, obviously, you would have never forgotten such an indecent accident. There were plenty of things he could say, but just one thing he wanted to do.

He slowly darted his eyes back on your frame, his lips slightly parted as he walked up to you. With every step he took towards you, your heart skipped a beat and your legs quivered. You could not read his mind, but his body language was pretty clear at this point.

His hand gently grasped your wrist, inviting you to loosen your grip on the shirt impeding him to admire your chest and, under the spell of his touch, you obliged his request. As the item fell at your feet, Byakuya grasped your chin and made sure you kept the eye-contact with him as he gently captured your lips with his ones.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as, standing on your toes to reach his lips better, you returned the kiss with equal hunger and gentleness. His hands, however, were already exploring your body.

The Captain definitely knew what he was doing as he took your nipple between his index and thumb, pinching it softly and massaging it with a mastery of a man that had been married and knew how to please a woman.

As the first moans were elicited from you, Byakuya stroked your cheek with his free hand and let you lay down on the futon underneath him “Please, allow me to have you. I promise I’ll make sure you are comfortable with me” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

And that, my dear, was an oath he stack up to through the rest of the evening.

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