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so what if i did?!

[nope, it was all for the pride. he's too easy to trap if pride is on the line. good job on exploiting that fact.]

[hook, line, and sinker.]

were you picturing me while you did it?

you wish i was

[he is neither confirming or denying. Ichigo is taking this to the grave with him purely out of spite. (the answer is yes, though.)]

[don't make her call him out on his bluff.

a few minutes go by- maybe he's managed to deter her from terrorizing him further?

...ding. that's the sound of a very risqué picture gracing his inbox.]

here. next time you won't have to rely on ur imagination.

[ it's ryuuko. topless. in bed. enjoy ♥ ]

[He does start to think that maybe this encounter is over, and is very reluctantly about to go solve his current problem when his phone startles him out of his daze.

Opens it. Jaw drops a little. Furious blushing. You know. Ichigo stuff.

What does he even say to that?!

After couple of (agonizing, for him) minutes:]

You delivered. Color me surprised.

I've got a problem to go solve, no thanks to you, so... we done here or is there more?

[he's not the only one suffering during those agonizing moments of silence on his end. a million thoughts are racing through her mind--- and none of them are calmed by that response.]

guess that depends...

did I satisfy the quid pro quo?

[does he like what he sees?]

[well his ongoing silence isn't going to help, but he has to will himself to type out what he is about to say. Ichigo is just so... so glad this is over text, he wouldn't be able to say anything like this in person without stammering like a moron.

And so so annoyed at himself for being anxious to know the answer to his own question and prolonging this sexting thing by asking at all.]

....definitely.

...did I?

[ah... she definitely didn't go into this expecting to feel butterflies wreaking this much havoc in her stomach. and here she thought that sort of thing was just for sissies.]

tbd.

[she swallows, working up the nerve to press a little further.]

it's hard to imagine what just shy of 15cm feels like.

[she's going to hell. there's no way around it.]

[tbd just serves to nearly give him a heart attack at this point... and the answer still is. Well.

Ichigo would like to think she means it in the good way, and not that she thinks that is small. So he's gonna try to fish for the answer without asking outright.

Eventually, when he manages to hit send.]

ah so you're not JUST picturing it. you're straight up imagining me screwing you.

dont act like ur not picturing it with that thick head of urs

[ notice she didn’t specify which head. ]

actually i hadnt let my imagination go that far yet 

i definitely am now though

which position?

[ it’s a trap. ]

[this whole thing has been one big elaborate trap

and he just keeps falling right in. why? he has no idea. morbid curiosity?

she'll get used to the long pauses in between texts eventually.]

you. on top. riding me.

...what were you imagining?

[he's a masochist, apparently.]

typical ichigo, making me do all the work

i guess it's good you know your place tho, below me.

[she's talking way too much shit right now, but in her defense, he's just so easy to tease.]

finally, something we can agree on.

[maybe he is a masochist

but he isn't about to take that shit laying down either. see what we did there??]

get over yourself ryuuko, i'm not agreeing with you. it was just what came to mind

you couldn't handle it if i actually gave you my all

[does he mean sex? fighting?

it's both. and the fact that he can be talking about both is infinitely appealing to him, even if he can't admit that out loud.]

[ he's not the only one exhilarated by that concept.]

wanna bet?

[now she's really feeling bold.]

so far ur all bark and no bite

i already told you im not that type of guy but

ive got bark and bite and i'll prove it if you really want me to. someone needs to take you down ten notches and im more than happy to wipe off that smug look i know you've got right now

[he is not having a really aroused flustered meltdown over here. he can definitely find his a game for this. Or so he is telling himself.]

bold of u to assume the number of notches on my bed post stops at ten

[ heh ]

you'll have to do more than bite

bold of you to assume that this will even happen on your bed

don't you worry, ive got plenty of that and more

[she's gonna get another text a few minutes later. the debating he has to go through to get the balls to send it is extensive. Shit is about to get real. But he is too wound up on a few levels to let her win.]

...name the time and place. unless you're actually the one who's all talk.

oh im not worried, but you should be.

[this is what happens when two bullheaded morons start sexting.]

if ur too much of a pussy to come to my place then i'll come to u

im assuming you're free

[like, now.]

you don't worry me even a little bit

[b u l l s h i t, he is the worst kind of liar]

im on my way

[Because he lives with his Dad and sisters and that's just not even an option.

Ichigo is fast, too. Having an OP spirit form tends to have that kind of result, though. It's not very long before a heavy knock is being laid into her door.

Is he blushing insanely? Yes. Is he going to follow through with his promise despite that? Also yes.]

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EH??? Ryuuko nearly drops her phone as her heart simultaneously plummets into her stomach, pulsing wildly as her nerves suddenly get the better of her. she'd been so confident moments ago, but that was when she felt in control of the situation. now, he's stolen her thunder and making the first move- beating her to the punch, as it were.

it doesn't seem like nearly enough time has passed before she hears the thud of his fist against her door- really who else could be knocking in the middle of the night? at least she manages to find an oversized t-shirt to yank over her head as she stumbles through her dark, empty apartment towards the front entry way.

she pauses a moment. staring long and hard at the door and taking a deep breath before roughly jerking it open by the handle.]

Holy shit that was fast- were you lurking outside this entire time??

[deflect deflect defleccccttttt.]

[Waiting for her to open the door is terrible, and it feels like a damn eternity. He can feel his courage just dissipating with each second... and that is not good. At all. But it's kind of a given, with the fact that Ichigo is pounding on Ryuuko's door in the middle of the night, with a hard on and the intention of having sex with her.

When she opens it and asks him that, Ichigo reels back a little and he can feel the heat in his cheeks just rise even further. The indignant response he shoots back is so unbearably lacking in the confidence that he had earlier, that he is positive she's gonna call him out on it.]

O-of course I wasn't, what kind of pervert do you think I am?! I used my shunpo to get here!

[He leans in the frame of the door, not quite meeting her eyes as he scowls hard to try to cover up some of his nervousness. The fact that she is only wearing a large shirt? Does not help. Not one bit. It does kind of replace a little bit of the heat he'd lost on his way, though.]

Y-you ah... gonna invite me in or did you wanna just lure me here so I could stare at your sloppy pajamas?

[oh, he's cute when he's nervous.

Ryuuko blinks, observing him a moment before the corner of her mouth curls up in a devilish grin, eyes gleaming like a hellion in the moonlight. her posture easily morphs back into one of self assurance, shoulders sagging as she exhales an amused breath. she's got this in the bag, her opponent doesn't stand a chance!]

Right, right. How could I forget. Flex much?

[she waves her hand dismissively at his explanation- she was only yanking his chain.

his dodgy eyed inquiry has her rolling back on her heels some- but she quickly changes her mind. rather than move out of his path to allow him entry she stands her ground, cocking her head to one side as she stares directly at him, wordlessly pressuring him to meet her gaze.]

You sure? Thought you might wanna fuck in the hall.

[since apparently he has something against beds. or maybe it's just hers specifically?]

[It takes everything that Ichigo has to not move from his spot as Ryuuko stares at him so pointedly. Her words burn right through him too, not just in his face but to the arousal that never quite left him even as he hopped over rooftops to get here.

Ichigo forces himself to frown even harder, as if that might make him less transparent in how much of an anxious wreck he actually is right now. It's not any miraculous bravery that has him leaning in suddenly, either, his mouth so very close to hers. Nope, it's defiance that drives him to actually clear that distance and speak, low and a little bit gruff. It's tempting to just seal his mouth to hers and get it over with--Ichigo is way better at acting than talking when it comes to things of this nature, but if there is a chance he can rattle her composure as much as his has been? He's gonna take it. It's not an easy thing, with how wound up he actually is.

Somehow, by sheer luck probably, he manages to make it sound even and not stumble over any of it.]

Tch. You really want to risk an audience when you're gonna be eating your words? You into being humiliated or somethin'?

ftr i'm digging this vibe lol

ryuuko is thriving

i can see this very clearly. ichigo is not. he is dying inside.

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fuckin nerds, both of em

this might just be the worst sexting ever

Nah there’s gotta be worse out there... probably

hm you're prolly right. They're contending for the title tho

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sorry had a 4th of july thing to attend!