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[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'?

[to claim she's unaffected by his proximity would be a bold faced lie. she hadn't anticipated him closing the gap so soon, or so fluidly. all at once her mouth runs dry, pulse pounding in her ears as the blood rushes through them. her cheeks tinge with budding warmth, and she has to steel her resolve not to falter in order to avoid going weak kneed before they've even started. if she caves now she'll never live it down! it's a battle of wills from here on out.]

Che, someone brought their big boy pants to the party.

[reaching out she grabs a fist full of his shirt and abruptly tugs him the rest of the way into her apartment without warning. she may be a petite little thing but she's stronk. strong enough to man handle Ichigo through the doorway like a puppet, urging the door closed behind him.]

Too bad you won't be needing them.

[The way her cheeks flush, even if it's just a little, isn't lost on Ichigo in the slightest. In fact, it gives him a little surge of confidence that shows with the way his lips curl up into a smirk. The gamble was worth it, and even as she pulls him in to the apartment he isn't faltering. Not yet, anyway.

He would be a liar himself, though, if he tried to say that the way Ryuuko is able to yank him around like that isn't infinitely appealing. Or a turn on.

Knowing that he can't really give himself too much time to think, Ichigo wills himself to just finally make the first real move. Once the apartment door closes behind him, his hand comes up to find the back of her head. Using the hold to pull her in closer, he grumbles out one last response, practically against her lips.]

You talk way too fuckin' much.

[And it's a problem for him, and his ability to do this without looking like the mostly inexperienced prude he actually is. So he shuts her up by pressing her in the rest of the way, finally sealing his mouth to hers in a firm kiss. His other hand drops, fingers twitching just slightly as if instinctively protesting the fact that he aims to find the bottom of her shirt and slip that hand under it. His own heart is racing wildly as he finds the highest part of the side of her leg, tracing calloused fingertips up in a faint line.

Searching, to see if there is actually anything under it, or if she was completely naked before throwing it on to greet him.]

[it's enough to make her blood boil- that dumb smirk on his face! even cloaked in shadow, as the dim stream of light from the outside hall slips away and they're both swallowed in darkness, she can still make out the self satisfied curve of his lips. it's a disarming sort of look, if only because he's the one wearing it. perhaps it's because he's usually more prone to frowning, or when he did smirk it was typically because he'd managed to one up her in a fight. so it's only natural she'd get riled up! except this time around she'd rather kiss his face off than punch it. luckily, Ichigo seems to have the same idea.

his hand is tangled in her hair before she knows it, delivering that final warning in passing before his lips crash down against her own. now, this feels familiar. not the kiss it's self, but the brazen way Ichigo seizes charge of the moment, leaping directly into the fray without pausing to leave room for doubt. they're all too similar that way, which is probably why they end up butting heads more often than not- only now their skulls are literally colliding.

she meets him head on, a whirlwind of unbridled passion and heat as she snaps back hungrily against his lips, hands tangling in the loose fabric of his shirt as she gropes blindly for something to hold onto. he certainly doesn't waste time, startling her with the warm press of his palm at her hip. her breath catches, severing their locked lips for the briefest of moments. she can't fight the sudden urge to grin, nosing against him as her voice dips down low to provoke him further.]

Do you always shove your hands under girls shirts without permission?

[it's funny because she already knows him well enough to guess the correct answer, she just enjoys harassing him. and as usual, she's purposely angling to get a rise out of him- or well, more than she already has, as evidenced by the very prominent tent in his pjs. but well, all is fair in war and uh, whatever the hell this is? lust? booty call? she doesn't want to think about it hard enough to slap a label on it. never liked labels much to begin with. unsurprising, for anyone who's known her for longer than five minutes.

beneath her shirt is the unspoken lure of soft, warm flesh. Ichigo's probing fingers are soon met with a thin barrier, a near microscopic slip of material clung to her hip, revealing that yes, she is in fact wearing panties.... but should he choose to examine further, he'll find nothing more than smooth, flawless skin awaiting his touch.]

Better hope I like what you do with that hand, if ya don't wanna lose it.

[There is definitely a disappointed look on Ichigo's face when the kiss is broken, but it's fleeting, turning into a hard, disapproving frown. The provocation is a bullseye, and the way it makes his cheeks darken almost instantly is apparent even in the incredibly low lighting. Of course, the prude part of him is screaming at him to take his goddamn hand out of her shirt right the fuck now and just. Back the hell out of this before it ends in a humiliating disaster for him.

The other part though? Is positively indignant at the fact that she would even go there after... well. Everything. Ryuuko is the one who texted him first, and she's the one who flat out told him he would be a pussy if he didn't follow through. And besides, there is no denying the heat that came from her in that kiss, making it pretty obvious that she is just trying to break his composure too. So no, Prude Ichigo can take the back seat for this one, because Defiant Ichigo has a fucking point to prove. Promises to keep. And a problem that he meant to solve before ever even leaving the safety of his bedroom.

This time, he doesn't manage to keep his voice completely even, but that's likely due to the fact that his hand is still moving as he speaks. He slips the tips of his fingers just under the top of her panties, now tracing a line over so that his hand is center. They stay just under the edge of the cloth though, only dipping in a little bit, because he wonders just how much that tease might knock her confidence back down.]

I-I didn't... didn't think you'd complain this much, if you were imagining what my dick might feel like.

[Damnit, that sounded so stupid. Enough talk. Talking is making this so much more difficult. Ichigo's fingers in her dark hair thread a little tighter so that when he kisses her this time, she won't be able to break it quite as easily. This time, despite how aggressively he pulled her back into it, his tongue is darting out to brush against her lower lip as if to ask her to open up.

Because he might be worked up, and he might absolutely be feeling her up, but there's still a gentleman in there somewhere. On the other side of that coin though, Ryuuko has basically just threatened to take his hand if he doesn't do well with it. Ichigo knows full well that she is just talking shit, but he's taking the hint and running with it. Now he slides his hand down, lower and lower until one fingertip is brushing against her clit.

Come at him with some snarky shit now, Ryuuko. Never mind the fact that doing that has him sucking in a sharp breath through his nose.]

[he has to know what's coming next... the unavoidable impending ridicule he's just opened himself up to receiving upon delivering a line like that. she's ready, fully stocked with snark and witty banter, as always. but before she gets the chance to deliver any critical blows Ichigo counters with a swift anti shit-talk maneuver, blind siding her with yet another demanding lip lock. only this time, tongue is 100% involved. his bravery is rewarded with what could easily be misconstrued as submission on her part- though he's officially a complete and utter fool if he thinks for one second she'd relent and let him "win". either way, her lips part for him as if on command, welcoming him into the inner sanctum of her mouth. careful, though... her teeth are sharp.

Ryuuko doesn't give him the freedom to refuse, nor does she wait for him to accept her invitation- enveloping the defenseless pink muscle with a sloppy wet suck, before giving him free reign. it's around this time Ichigo's fingers manage to make their way down to Ryuuko's panic button, and panic she does as he rubs up against that sensitive bundle of nerves. her posture stiffens and she practically yelps into his mouth, heat crashing through her small, trembling frame at the long awaited sensation.

lost in the sauce for a moment, it dawns on her seconds later that she just froze up like a fucking snowflake during baby's first winter and she'll have to pull one hell of a trump card out of her ass if there's literally any hope of bouncing back from this particular level of embarrassment. breathing heavy against his mouth her grip on his shirt unhinges before dropping both hands down to clutch at the waistband of his pants.]

Th-that reminds me...

[she doesn't have to imagine what his dick feels like anymore, after all, it's right here! tugging the fabric away from his skin she dips one hand beneath the surface, loosely wrapping slender fingers around the base of his cock before gliding up his length in an outright stroke.]

Ah, so, this is what nearly fifteen centimeters feels like.

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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!

ALL GOOD

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