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[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.

[Oh no, he knows. Ichigo knows that pretty much anything he says is going to be crushed into a little ball and turned into a projectile that will be thrown right back into his face. It's why he keeps trying to shut her up. And finding himself disappointed by the results he gets.

While simultaneously being pleased with other results. The way that she yelps against his mouth and seems to forget to even move is perfect, and it once again has his lips curling up. This time it's a half cocked grin. And he refuses to lose it when she is making just enough room to speak against his lips. She isn't going to win and knock him back five steps, there is no way in hell. Although that is way easier said than done for a multitude of reasons. The main one being the fact that her hands are at the waistband of his pants, and then almost as quickly she has a hand inside of them, fingers wrapping around his erection all too quickly. A sharp gasp escapes the orange haired teen, and he has to clench his jaw hard to keep himself from making another sound. If he was getting an ego boost from the way she yelped when he rubbed against her, he can only assume that any response he gives is going to go straight to Ryuuko's head. Ichigo can't help the way his hips press forward though, he is too hard and wound up to not try to encourage that hand to move.

Not losing his gumption is so fucking difficult though. Between that and with what she decides to say and how she decides to say it. Ichigo isn't quite sure if she's going for degrading or not, the inflection this time just isn't as easy to pick up on. The grin is gone, but he doesn't want to let her see just how much that made the heat rise in his cheeks again. He uses the hand in her hair to sort of force her to tip her head, as he trails his lips from her mouth across her cheek to speak in her ear. The heavy arousal in his voice is undeniable, and that defiant streak is still going strong... even if he stumbles a little bit in what he says to her.]

Y-y'know, you keep talking all this shit, but-[The hand in her panties shifts, that finger giving one more solid brush to the bundle of nerves under it before moving down further. His breath catches a little bit when he realizes he suspected right, and she is just as turned on by all of this as he is. Armed with the information he needed, Ichigo moves those fingers back up, now slick enough to really make it feel good when he rubs against her clit again. This time with more purpose.] Y-you're not this wet for ah... nothin'. I've barely even touched you.

[there are several alarm bells going off in her ears right now. it's just too bad they're nearly all drowned out by the surge of adrenaline rushing through her veins. were it not for that, she might not've summoned the courage to shove her hand down his pants in the first place. it'll hit her at some point, the brazenness of her actions. but right now, Ichigo's everything is far too distracting. the breathy sound he makes when she grips him has goosebumps trailing across her skin, nipples hardening beneath her shirt. she likes it a little too much, knowing she's managed to catch him off guard. he'd been so sure of himself, but that quick advance made him susceptible to her own offensive strikes. she doesn't stop to think twice about it, fingers closing around his length more firmly as his hips rut towards her. Ryuuko's body is there to greet him, all soft curves and toned edges as her weight presses up against him. she can tell from the way his jaw tenses that he's holding back, and that just means she'll have to work a little harder to coax him into going all out.

well, maybe she spoke too soon.

all train of thought comes to a crashing halt the moment he's craning her head to growl hot and heavy against her ear, shivers cascading down the length of her spine and grinding her bones to mush as she practically melts in his grip. there's no coming back from this, she realizes, the moment his fingers slide to coat themselves in the rich abundance of moisture pooling between her legs. she'd be mortified, if she weren't busy choking on a heavy hitting moan, launched in her throat the moment those fingers double back against her clit.]

Gyuhh, fuckin---

[ it's a critical hit, but Ryuuko's pretty famous for her ability to bounce back.]

I-Idiot. That's cause, I've been wondering what it'd feel like; sitting on your big dick.

[holy fuck, that's embarrassing to admit. why the hell did she just say that??? WHATEVER it's fine-- MOVING RIGHT ALONG......... PLEASE DON'T CALL HER OUT. he's gonna call her out, isn't he? shit. she'll just have to distract him somehow... swiping her thumb over the tip of his cock she bites her bottom lip, using whatever lubrication she has at her disposal to ease the movement of her hand as she starts to rub.]

[Ryuuko probably doesn't realize just how many blows she has managed to deliver to Ichigo, and it's all he can do claw his way out of the metaphorical grave she just laid him out in. The way her fingers play at the tip of his cock before moving to stroke with purpose, the mere idea of her riding him. And fuck. The sound she made as he dipped down to coat hit fingers.

Even the brief glimpse of the way she bit into her lower lip. His ability to think is not even something he can recover right away, and surely she will notice with the way he tips his head back in and groans by her ear. Bu the uneven way he thrusts his hips into her hand.

All he can really think is that it's a shame they're both clothed, and that both of their hands are in the way of him being able to really press against that body of hers. It's surreal that this is even happening, because while Ichigo will never admit it out loud, he has definitely thought about this before. Even prior to the text messages. It's not like half of her outfits even leave much to the imagination, and he is a teenager with raging hormones. So to be experiencing an extremely secret fantasy he has been harbouring…? It's almost dizzying.

Fuck.

He can't let her win. He can't. Ichigo would never hear the end of it, and besides that… the idea of losing to her makes his blood light on fire. That cocky attitude and arrogance of hers too goddamn irritating. He knows he can beat her. He can.

Ichigo snaps himself out of his daze abruptly and moves his fingers again, a slick circular motion before repeating his action from earlier. Only this time, when Ichigo slides between wet lips, he is going even further. One digit searches for her entrance and presses in slowly, a slick glide that doesn't stop until her body makes him stop. It's so fucking easy to imagine how she would feel around him, and it makes him pant a little against the spot on her neck that he is going to attack in just a moment.

After he calls her out, of course.] T-too bad you're imagining wrong, cause I made a promise. B-but it's good to know you've been fantasizing about me. [Now his teeth find the soft skin there, a firm bite as he slides that one finger out, only to just as slowly press in with two.]

[it's almost scary how easily she looses herself to this-- to him. hanging on his every word, every shuddered breath. strung along by the skillful manipulation of deft fingertips, playing her like a violin. it's mind boggling, honestly, the fact she's almost positive he has no idea just how fucking phenominal he is. thank god for that, though. she can't even begin to imagine what an outright BEAST a fully leveled up Ichigo would be. she wouldn't stand a chance- hell, she's struggling to keep up even now. she can feel her focus slipping in and out in time with his fingers, breaths ragged as her head falls back with an appreciative sigh. her body tenses as he presses past that thin barrier, inner walls clenching around him, attempting to squeeze every bit of sensation she can get out of that single digit.

the sudden pinch of teeth at her throat draws her back, reveling in their sharp bite as her hips grind into the press of his hand, moaning softly as he replaces one finger with two. she can feel herself lagging behind, far too enamored with the thrill of having some part of him inside of her. it's not until a few seconds after the fact, that she realizes he's even spoke. of course it's all just more of the same ego probing fodder they're used to spewing at one another. that part is second nature, at least, she doesn't have to think too hard about it.]

We'll see how well you live up to your promises, Ichigo--

[his name is a breathless rasp clawing defiantly at her vocal chords, a necessary sacrifice, if she has any hope of side tracking him long enough to catch up. if that's not enough, she'll make sure he sees her next move coming. she wants him watching when she lifts her free hand to her lips and opens her mouth wide. Ryuuko's head dips and her tongue slathers out flat against her palm to drag upwards in one torturously languid motion, breaking away as she rounds the tips of her fingers.... before unceremoniously dropping her hand back down to join it's partner in crime, sliding her wet palm down and around the hard length of his straining cock.]

Now I don't have to hold back, either.

[she grasps him firmly, wrist loose as her hand bobs up and down without the fear of unwanted friction dulling the pleasure.]

[God damn. Every single way that Ryuuko reacts to him is enticing as fuck, and it only drives his confidence in what he is doing even further. Which is honestly something Ichigo needs, because this is the one area in his life that he honestly has... none. His breath is caught in his chest as he feels her roll against him, and tighten around that finger, hot...slick and he just. Almost can't even take this, anymore. Every fucking thing about this girl drives him crazy on a normal day, but this is a new level of it--and he is almost appalled at how much he doesn't want it to end. The way her head falls back and the sound of her moan just hammer that nail into the coffin he'd only just clambered out of. Ichigo wants to hear more of that, wants to feel more of this girl who has somehow reeled him in to her orbit.

He soothes the bitemarks with his tongue, trying not to pant softly against her neck as he works those fingers inside of her. Thrusting, slow but aiming deep, Ichigo draws back to answer her. He is breathless, and cheeks are flushed-- a nice mixture of both his embarrassment at what the fuck he is actually doing right now and pure arousal. Brown eyes are heated, and serious as he levels his response her way.]

You say that like you don't know me at all. I don't make promises I won't keep.

[But now Ryuuko's hand is coming up in between them, and those eyes are widening in an odd mixture of shock and lust as he watches her tongue move across her palm and up to her fingertips. It once again has his breath catching in his chest, the thumping of his heart growing more wild. And then all at once, her hand is dropping again. Ichigo's jaw drops a little bit with a choked sound as she takes his erection into her hand again. Hips jut forward again as she now slickly moves over it, and his fingers still for a moment as he hisses out a response.]

F-fuck... !

[God damnit. Does she realize that she's on the verge of winning? That the idea of Ryuuko climbing him like a fucking tree and riding him into oblivion is beyond tempting? How the fuck is he supposed to get the nerve to actually say no to that when it's the first goddamn thing he pictured in the first place?

Ichigo only distantly remembers that he should be moving right now, and those fingers reawaken in their movement. Drawing them out to push them back in again, a little bit faster and equally deep. Only this time, he does what he can to press his palm completely against her in an attempt to create some more movement over that bundle of nerves again too. Anything to make her falter again. Because currently, she is in first place in this erotic race. His own hips move with a mind of their own, rolling to meet her hand at the apex of each stroke.

The heat in the room only seems to be rising with each second, and Ichigo suddenly becomes so stupidly aware of the fact that he is not going to last if they keep this up. Ryuuko is too fucking hot for her own good, and the things she is doing to him paired with that fact is just. Nope. Ichigo snaps his hand that is entangled in her hair down to take her wrist, a tight grip as he pries her hand away from his cock. The other hand is just as swift, (regrettably) drawing those fingers out of her and her panties to catch the other wrist. Using the hold he has on her, Ichigo is suddenly spinning them around so that he can press Ryuuko into the door he had come through not so long ago. He brings both of her hands center and presses her wrists together, that way he can wind one large hand around them both tightly. And then? Ichigo is forcing them up, pressing them into the door as well so that she is effectively pinned and held there. He has no doubt that she could easily fight this, but he is a little bit curious to see if she even will. The only thing about this plan that Ichigo doesn't like, is the fact that this position isn't going to allow room for him to get that fucking circus tent sized shirt off of her yet.

Okay, and maybe that he now only has one hand to work with. It means he has to make a decision on which strategy to take here... he could easily keep fingering her and try to drive her insane that way, or...

His hand is moving up under that shirt again, only this time he moves up, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin as he moves towards his target. Ichigo watches her face closely as he finds one of her breasts, teeth finding his lower lip as he brushes against her nipple before palming it altogether, a gentle squeeze. He knows that she is probably going to say something to goad him into more, or something to embarrass him... but seriously, he needs a second without her touching him. Ryuuko just. Really has no fucking clue what she is doing to him right now, and what she is capable of doing to him right now. Losing this battle is a real possibility, and Ichigo doesn't want to be taking that medicine at all, let alone this soon.]

[he's fast.

she'd just gotten comfortable in her new seat of power- right before Ichigo rips it out from under her. there's no masking her surprise when her wrists are suddenly snatched up and forced back out into the cold night air. her center of gravity turned on it's head as she's spun and a loud thud rings out through the apartment as her back makes rough impact with the solid wooden surface of the door. she blinks a few times, gazing up at him in disbelief at the sudden display of strength. heat coils low in the pit of her belly, muscles tensing as her hands are forced up above her head and held captive there in his tight grip. it's incredibly arousing, this display of dominance he's put on for her, and she likes it far too much to resist his hold in the slightest. so she submits, playing the part of obedience with that signature sinister flair she wears so well.

just as he watches her, she stares back just as intently. never once shying away, keeping full eye contact with a heated gaze as his hand snakes it's way beneath her shirt for the second time. her brow quirks as he decides to venture up this time, instead of down. a devilish grin has already managed to worm it's way onto her face by the time his fingers edge around the cusp of her breast, lips parting with heavy pants as her chest heaves, arching her back and tilting her hips forward to entice him further.]

Jeez, are you so eager to get it in you can't even make it to the bedroom?

[she tilts her head, angling her face towards one arm as she regards him with a coy expression.]

Are you planning to fuck me right here against the door? Didn't think you'd have the strength to, if I'm being honest.

[The eye contact is something that should be hard for Ichigo to maintain--it's so fucking personal to look someone in the face while you've got their breast in your hand, but there is also something about the heated look she gives him that makes it equally difficult to break. Ichigo swallows hard and his brows knit a little bit at the grin Ryuuko gives him. That grin, that just hurts his effort to try to cool the hell off for a minute. Nope, it pisses him off greatly, how much that goddamn look turns him on even more.

And just when he thinks it would be impossible to get any harder, Ryuuko's hips seemingly roll forward in an invitation as her breath makes her chest move with the force of intake and outtake. This time, his words are flying out of his mouth without a second thought, as he shifts that hand. Fingers find her nipple now, capturing it in between them and giving a light twist.]

You're fuckin' joking right now, right? You know, I could break that damn door fucking you against it... [A beat, and a breath... because frankly, there isn't enough oxygen in the room with them anymore. The next tweak to the nub in between those fingertips is just a little bit harder, though he is careful not to take that too far. Maybe he might like some pain, and he suspects that she might too, but he doesn't want to find out the rude way. His cheeks are flushing again with what he says next, but he is too turned on and too determined to prove his point to consider that he should be freaking out at the shit coming out of his mouth.]

You shouldn't underestimate me. I was absolutely gonna pick you up and take you right here.

[ Ryuuko has no idea what temp the thermostat is at, right now, but if she had to guess she'd say somewhere between holy hell and god damn it's burning up in here!! all this time she'd been playing with fire, and now Ichigo's brought the mother fucking heat. the air between them is electric- what little of it they'e able to suck down inbetween rapid fire insults and strategic battle advances. this is an all out war, she can't be convinced otherwise!

her body buckles back against the door as he toys with her nipple, biting down hard on her lower lip to muffle the resulting aroused whimpers rising in the back of her throat. Ryuuko herself enjoys a rougher touch, if her demeanor outside the bedroom is any indication. if anything, he should be well aware that her body is plenty durable, given the extent of beatings she's subjected it to from him personally.

the mental image of her door splintering beneath the incredible force of their bodies colliding has it's own appeal, truthfully. the overwhelming urge to test out the accuracy of this theory is rivaled only by the intense heat that floods her at the rapidly mounting desire to have him follow through with his promise and fuck her into oblivion.

nudging her leg along the inside of his thigh she drags her knee upwards until the top of her thigh meets his groin, where she starts to rub. surely he didn't assume she was down for the count, simply because her hands are tied!]

C'mon, then. [she can hardly contain the urgency in her voice, a testament to just how badly she wants him.] What's the hold up? Scared you'll enjoy it too much?

[That willpower to give himself a minute to cool down is snapped like a fucking twig by Ryuuko. He knows he shouldn't be surprised at the fact that no matter what he does, and no matter how hard he tries, she meets him at every turn with an equal amount of spark and defiance. It's just who she is. But even still, those eyes are widening again just slightly as her leg is pressing in against him. As those fucking words come out of her mouth, sounding like that.

Ichigo can't take it any more. This time he does reward her with a harder pinch, before drawing his hand out of her shirt entirely. The other hand that holds her wrists together above her head is also releasing it's hold, so that he can draw back just enough to grab the bottom of his shirt and tug it up and off. His demand is shot at her roughly, his own voice heavy with his own desire.]

Take off that stupid shirt.

[Yeah, yeah, he knows. Stopping to strip is not exactly conducive to them getting to fucking already, but. In another episode of things Ichigo won't admit out loud, he wants to see Ryuuko, and more than that? He wants to feel her skin against his, wants more of this insatiable fucking fire between them. Ichigo's hands drop to the waistband of his pajama pants and boxers and he tugs them down next, letting them drop to the floor before stepping out of them. While giving her a look that says to hurry the fuck up.]

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sorry had a 4th of july thing to attend!

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