Sunday, February 23, 2014

Impatient [Renji Abarai x OC Ficlet]


Renji looked over at the female lying across his bed as she smiled teasingly over at him. He had returned to the Soul Society after a Hollow hunting mission with Ichigo to find her waiting for him in very tempting underwear. Her ass wasn't even really covered by the lacy panties she had on and her generous C cup breasts obviously wanted to bust through the matching bra she had on.

Grinning, he kicked his shoes off before slowly untying the obi from around his waist. “How did you know this is what I wanted to come home to?” he asked playfully.

Aya smiled up at him, shrugging her shoulders innocently. “Who knew huh? I was just thinking that black looked good on me,” she teased, rolling over on to her stomach and wiggling her ass playfully. Although, Renji didn't really think that she needed it. His attention would have been drawn to it as soon as she rolled over.

His uniform was quickly shed before he was down to nothing but his boxers. Moving over to the bed, he crawled across the blankets before he was at her ankles. Kissing them playfully, he began to make his way up the backs of her legs, placing random kisses along the way until he got to her ass. Grinning, he nipped it playfully, earning a slight yelp from the girl beneath him.

“That's not funny,” she stated, turning her head to the side and gazing at him out of the corner of her eye. She thought Renji teasing her was adorable, but she would never tell him that. She already stroked him enough as is; his ego didn't need to be added to that list.

“I don't know. I thought it was pretty funny,” he stated as his hands slid up the back of her thighs and he suddenly had her ass cheeks between his fingers, kneading them gently and earning soft moans from her.

Aya couldn't believe how long it had felt since Renji had last been interested in this; honestly, it had been less than a week, but she was impatient for him most of the time. When he began to knead her ass, she moaned softly and pressed her face in the pillow, her toes curling with pleasure. For Aya, stimulation like this and foreplay were really enjoyable.

“That's not the only place on my body that's wants attention,” she stated.

Renji smiled, nodding to himself. “I know that,” he said softly, one of his hands sliding between her thighs and immediately moving to cup her, earning a surprised gasp from her lips. “But this can wait. I've got special plans for it,” he stated with a smirk.

“Is that so?” she asked, her hips moving instinctively to try and get more pleasure from his touch.

Removing his hand, Renji slid them both up her back before leaning down and placing kisses up her spine. Her once pale skin was now covered in deep black tattoos, but he definitely was complaining. He thought they suited her and definitely added to her sex appeal. This was like an art project; her body was the canvas and his lips were the brush. He wasn't satisfied until he had kissed every part of her back.

Moving further up her body, Renji leaned over her right shoulder and tugged playfully on the small hoop in her right earlobe. “What other places need my attention first?” he asked, lifting up slightly as the small girl rolled onto her back beneath him.

“Lot's of places,” she said softly, her hands sliding up the sides of her body before she cupped her breasts, his eyes immediately moving to follow her actions.

“Those, huh? I think I can deal with those,” he stated with a grin, leaning down and immediately attacking her skin with his lips. He was extremely intent on leaving hickeys on her body. He wanted to mark her, let her know that she was his and his alone. And, since Aya never complained about it, he never stopped. Why would he, when she was moaning enough to let him know how much she so obviously enjoyed it?

“How's that?” he asked teasingly, pressing light kisses over the fresh patch of sensitive skin.

“B-better, but not great,” Aya stated, feeling as if she were running out breath already.

“Fine then,” Renji stated, suddenly grabbing the center of the bra and ripping it apart. He didn't care; he could always buy her another one. Leaning down once more, he took her right breast in his large hand and began to massage it slowly, his lips seeking out her left nipple before bringing it into his mouth.

Aya's moans were growing louder and she tunneled her fingers into his hair, holding his head to her breasts. She just wished that he would hurry up already; there were far more important parts on her body and she wasn't afraid to shove his head, either of them, where it belonged.

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