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Call me, call me any, anytime!

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[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.]

[how romantic.

that's fine, Ryuuko much prefers it this way; charging in head first, guns blazing. she wouldn't have it any other way, honestly. there's something infinitely exciting about watching him strip down in a hurry as he orders she do the same. were the circumstances bit less dire in terms of imperativeness to get the fuck on with it, already! maybe she might've sought to drag it out a bit more. demand that if he wanted her naked, he'd have to make it happen himself! but right now, Ryuuko frankly can't shed her clothing fast enough. her hands snap down to grip her shirt by the hem, lifting it up and over her head in one swift motion before tossing the useless fabric aside.

even in the low light her form is fully visible, breasts bouncing and rolling back down with gravity as her arms fall to her sides to gather at the thinnest cut of her waist. her fingers trail down her own taut stomach to pluck at the rim of her panties, pinching the paper thin material between her thumb and forefinger and stretching it away from her skin before allowing it to snap back into place against her hip bone.]

So bossy. Should I remove these too, or would you prefer to do the honors?

[lord knows he didn't give the disposal of his own clothing any consideration beyond shucking himself out of it as quickly and efficiently as possible. Ryuuko's eyes rove hungrily over the bared contours of his abdomen, soaking up the visual display of chisled muscle. it's no surprise he's this physically fit, given his rigorous training, but she's admiring his bulk in a completely new light now. not to mention, the deliciously proud posture of his cock in full view. 15 cm is nothing to scoff at!]

[Those cheeks of his are absolutely flushed again (it's a fucking curse, seriously) as he watches that shirt move. Ryuuko doesn't move slowly at all, but it feels like an eternity for each inch of her body to be revealed as the fabric rises. And then it's gone, and Ichigo teeth are finding his lower lip again as he soaks in the sight. It's not that he hasn't ever seen an eyeful of her before, with half of the stuff she has been wearing while around him, what he has imagined is underneath that minimal amount of clothing still holds no candle to the real thing.

Not at all. He can feel even more blood rush straight to his aching erection as he watches her hand slide down her fit stomach, down to her panties, where she snaps the fabric against that hip in an all too fucking teasing fashion. Ichigo frowns hard, because even in the dark he can see her gaze crawling over his own body, and that gives him an oddly vulnerable feeling that is just. So not in league with the general air they have going between them.

This time? He isn't going to humor her with a response. In a flash, Ichigo is clearing the distance in between them. He leans down and in just enough to hook one strong arm behind her, against the backs of her thighs, and he lifts her with ease. Her back was already against, but the motion of picking her up leaves just enough room for her to be slammed against it again, her legs spread to either side of his waist. His free hand snaps down in between them, one finger hooking into the edge of the underwear so he can yank them over to expose her to him.

That small part of him that wants to hesitate at the sight of her--and how fucking wet she is--is squashed quickly in favor of finally fucking getting what he has wanted for what feels like an eternity now. Ichigo doesn't realize he is holding his breath as he moves that hand again, to grasp the base of his cock so he can line their bodies up. One glance at Ryuuko's face though, has him fighting back his eagerness to try to finish her off, so to speak, with one final, swift blow. The head of his cock brushes against her clit in a tease as he speaks, completely breathless and tone filled with aroused satisfaction.]

Y-you know that... that this means I won, right?

[But before she can even dare to fucking argue that point, the tip of his erection is being directed down in between those wet lips to her entrance, where he slowly starts to push in. For all of that ego two seconds ago, he is quick to bow his head inward with a low, deep groan as he moves, slowly filling her until he literally can't push in any further.]

[ a part of her is still surprised when he finally does follow through with his word, surrendering herself over to him completely the moment her feet leave the floor. hoisted up like a rag doll and sandwiched between the the unforgivingly rigid door panel and Ichigo's equally rock hard body, she finally accepts defeat. the benefits of forfeiting are simply too enticing to continue on fighting, in this case. proving that even Ryuuko Matoi knows when to throw in the towel!

she grabs hold of him by the shoulders, thumbs digging into his collar bone as her eyes dart down between them expectantly, watching with bated breath as he shifts his hips around in an effort to align himself just right. it only takes a few seconds, but the anticipation alone is enough to kill her. it's been piling up ever since she sent that initial text- no, in truth it's been building since long before that. and at this level, it's practically lethal. her heart feels ready to explode, hammering away at her ribcage so harshly she has to wonder if he can hear it pounding.

she's on the bridge of self destructing when his cock presses up against her, slipping effortlessly between her dripping wet folds to knock at her entrance. she opens her mouth, hoping-- praying for the right words to come out... only to have them die prematurely in her throat, dissolving into and unintelligible and long winded wheeze as his dick spreads her open and he eases himself into her inch by inch.]

Hhaahhgghh---!!

[Ryuuko throws her head back against the door with enough force to bruise, ears ringing as her vision blurs and for a moment she could swear she sees stars. her fingers curl, sinking her nails into his skin but stopping just short of drawing blood. she gulps down air like it's going out of style, panting heavily as her tiny body gradually adapts to the pressure, enduring the necessary strain in order to accommodate him fully. it doesn't hurt, not really. if she had to pick a word to describe it, she'd settle for "intense". it's all she can do to remain as still as possible for a moment, trembling like a leaf as her inner walls cinch tight around his thick cock. she can't even begin to form any sort of comeback to rival his self proclaimed victory, struggling even just to regain her grip on reality. it would seem he's finally found a surefire way to shut her up, at least temporarily! ]

[As soon as Ichigo realizes just how fucking tiny Ryuuko actually is compared to him, and how fucking tightly she clenches down around him, he slows down a little more even though it's really difficult. Because badass bitch or not, her body feels like it might actually be protesting the sudden intrusion a little bit. For all of his talk about fucking her right through the door, Ichigo doesn't actually want to hurt her. The unrestrained moan that escapes him is a product of both how fucking good she feels around him, and from the sharp sting of her nails threatening to break his skin as he moves.

The sound she makes is like music to his ears, but that thud of her head sounds like a solid blow that he almost would ask about if he weren't completely fucking lost in every sensation that threatens to consume him. It takes everything he has to pause there, to let her adjust. Full hilt and panting heavily, Ichigo is positive that his own heart is going to burst out of his chest as he searches Ryuuko's expression. For what? He isn't quite sure. Maybe an indicator to move, or maybe it's just to see the part of her lips as she pants just as heavily as he does. That part that is too inviting to him, honestly.

Ichigo finds himself clearing the short distance in between their faces to kiss her, wasting no time in invading her mouth with his tongue. His free hand comes up in between them to find one breast, deft fingers taking her nipple in between them to toy with it like he had earlier. At the same time, those hips of his are moving once again, that tight slick glide drawing another sound that is lost in the kiss. It almost seems like he is going to pull out completely, only pressing forward again when all that is left inside of her is the tip of his cock.

And once he is finally moving? Ichigo doesn't stop. He keeps the pace at that almost achingly slow one for now as he thrusts in and out of he. Not just because he wants to savor it before he loses himself completely, but because he almost wants to know if Ryuuko will beg him for it, too.]

Edited (sleep deprivation means reading comprehension was low apparently) 2020-07-09 13:44 (UTC)

[Ryuuko's pain threshold encompasses far beyond what a normal person can withstand, but the fact remains she is only human at her core, and even someone as powerful as she is sometimes gets knocked down every now and again. her body recovers easily enough, rapidly acclimating to the size and shape of him inside of her, a few seconds is all she really needs... at least, that's what she tells herself prior to the moment Ichigo starts to move. she shudders uncontrollably, gasping against his mouth as he leans forward to reclaim hers with a kiss. it's an incredibly vulnerable moment, yielding entirely to his whim, incapable of doing anything more than simply breathing- though even that proves challenging at the moment. she's not used to taking the back seat, not in life, not anywhere. it's a true testament to the amount of faith she harbors for this man, entrusting him with her entire self. though, that's probably reading into things a bit too deeply, and god knows neither one of them have the capacity for soul searching at the moment.

she whimpers, a muffled complaint lost to the depths of his mouth at the sudden paranoia he might threaten to pull out of her and the indescribable magic of this moment might cease to be. Ichigo has been known to pull some seriously dumb shit before, but thankfully he's not that stupid. and god, if the sensation of him filling her all over again isn't enough to shatter her completely, then maybe they'll both manage to make it through this in one piece. she can't promise they won't avoid injury altogether, though. the good news is, they're two people who are already used to testing their physical limits on a daily basis, so at the very least they have that to their advantage??

in this moment Ichigo is all encompassing, threatening to swallow her up in the brunt of his affections. she returns his kiss with as much fervor she can muster for the time being, lips dragging somewhat sloppily against his as she pushes through the ongoing battle to regain her senses. her arms migrate up and over his shoulders in favor of winding them around the back of his neck to hug him up against her. the soft contours of her body mesh against him, plump thighs trembling as they spread a bit wider to accommodate the full width of his hips.]

F-Fuck, Fuuuuuck...!

[clenching her jaw, her head thuds back against the wood a second time, absorbing the shock of each and every thrust as he forms a slow and steady rhythm.]

That's--- [she can't even finish that sentence, far too embarrassed by her complete lack of composure.] A-Are you trying to kill me??

[old habits die hard, it seems, as she slides back into character. she doesn't know how long she can withstand this without coming unraveled at the seams, and the fact he's taking his sweet time about it is positively infuriating! the worst part is, she knows he's holding back right now for her sake. there's really nothing she dislikes more than feeling like she's being handled with kid gloves. so Ryuuko proceeds to do what Ryuuko does best: goad the fuck out of him.]

We'll be here all night, a-at this rate!

[The press of skin on skin as a result of her arms winding around his shoulders and the way her legs spread out wider as she trembles are all the he needs to pick up the pace all on their own--but he doesn't. There is something wholly satisfying about the way she curses at him, and the idea of making her spit and snarl at him in pure need is just enough for him to hold back the burning desire he has to up the ante. If not for just a moment... because really, that's all he can spare. Ryuuko feels too fucking good around him, her skin against his soft and warm, her voice--practically dripping with hunger for it... all Ichigo can think is fuck. He speaks against her lips, his next thrust equally... if not slower, just to add credence to the words that come out hot and jagged, filled with his own need. At the same time though, the hand toying with her nipple releases it's hold so that he can slide it down to find her waist.]

Y-you say that like it would be a bad thing... [No, really, the desire for gratification aside, what the fuck would be wrong with them being here all night? It feels so fucking good, and Ichigo very shamelessly is dreading the moment this ends. It's like an erotic dream that you don't want to wake up from, the kind that has you rolling over in bed to try to get back to the place you were in prior to waking up. The draw back of those hips is still slow as he goes on, but his hand tightens it's grip at her waist in preparation. Ichigo is going to give her what she wants, regardless of what she says in return to what comes next.] Not trying to... ha-ah, kill you, but maybe I was trying to see if you'd ask nicely for once...

[And it's time to fulfill that promise. With the next roll of his hips, Ichigo is turning up the speed from 1 to 10 in an instant, a swift hard thrust, unable to stop himself from hissing out his own hard curse against her lips. And once he has started that pace, Ichigo keeps it there. The fine line between sex and fucking absolutely crossed.]

H-How hard do I have to beg, for you to fuck me, l-like you mean it??

[not hard at all, apparently, considering she barely even gets those words out before Ichigo thrusts up into her with enough force to body slam her against the door. she cries out, equal parts shocked and delighted. now this is what she'd come to expect from a powerhouse like Ichigo Kurosaki, and it's every bit as glorious as she'd imagined it would be. more, even, because it's real and this is actually happening finally and they're in this together no matter what.

emboldened by his own display of strength, she uses his tight grip on her waist to her advantage, wrapping her legs around his waist to secure her position as her own hips roll to meet him mid thrust. it shouldn't come as a surprise, really. if she manages to keep up with him toe to toe on the battlefield, why should he expect any less from her here? there are no words to describe how empowering it is, matching him thrust for thrust as sweat begins to collect at her brow. the fire they've created between them is heating up and out of control, throwing caution to the wind as their bodies slip and slide against each other. Ryuuko arches her back, hardened nipples dragging against his chest before her breasts wind up fully smushed against him, arms tightening their hold as she pants hot and heavy against his mouth.]

It's about goddamn time you got serious.

[implying she could feel him second guessing himself the entire time, up till now.]

Edited (can I actually get through a tag without a typo slipping under the radar tho) 2020-07-10 00:29 (UTC)

[Nope, not hard at all. He is just going to have to try to make her beg him some other time--and the fact that he is thinking of next time is equal parts terrifying and promising to him. That sharp sound as she cries out doesn't only vibrate through the sloppy, only half connected kiss, but in his ears and somehow, deep inside of his chest. His chest that feels like it is going to split open with the force of his pounding heart.

Ichigo still just can't believe this is even happening as her legs tighten around him and she starts to meet him in movement. The string of moans that escape him at the height of each thrust are unavoidable at this rate, especially with the way Ryuuko arches and pulls him in even closer, if that were even possible at this rate.

Brown eyes go wide in surprise as she calls him out though, and the way his brows knit hard and his cheeks flush even more than they already are is 100% a snapshot of Ichigo's 'busted' face. She isn't wrong, he has been holding back... hell, he stillis, because the realms of his strength in this sexually charged scenario feels almost dangerous. He knows she can take a lot, they have literally pushed each other in fights so far that bleeding to death was a real line they walked.

But the look that Ryuuko has, the one that says that she wants nothing more than for him to let go and just do it... and Ichigo did promise. It's what he tells himself to justify it to his screaming sense of sanity, the only way he can crush the last of his hesitation into dust.]

Shut... the... fuck... up... al..ready! [Ichigo's hips snap in harder and faster every word, the intensity upping with each one as he finds her lower lip with his teeth for a nip that is probably a little too sharp. Each time he moves, her lower back hits the door every time his cock plunges deep inside of her and his hips force Ryuuko's back again. Honestly, if anyone were to walk by, they might wonder what the fuck is going on the other side of it.]

Edited (fuck my turn. couldn't leave that one) 2020-07-10 01:22 (UTC)

[yeah... there are bound to be at least a handful of noise complaints to the Super, come morning. and that's only if the whole damn apartment complex can't hear them going at it like cats and dogs, in which case, she might be getting evicted tomorrow. but that's neither here nor there right now and she couldn't give two shits about disturbing anyones peace and quiet. not when it turns out her wildest sexual fantasy doesn't even so much as hold a candle to the complete and utter ecstasy she's experiencing right now.

knock, knock. who's there? Ryuuko's touch-starved libido.]

Make.... me.... damnn... iiit !!!

[somewhere in the back of her mind she knows all this man handling is gonna leave her with more than a few bruises, and strangely enough, she's alright with that. she'd never much minded them before, so why should that suddenly change now? if anything, it's weirdly exhilarating to know that Ichigo's presence will linger with her on her body, long after the night is over. just thinking about it motivates her to bestow him that same honor, nails raking over his shoulder blades as long red scratches form a striped trail in their wake. fair payback, in her opinion, for her bruised tail bone and the fat bottom lip she's gonna have to ice after this.

she's having trouble holding focus as he pounds away at her, all rational thought overrun by the rapid increase of tension coiling deep in her gut. swirling tighter and thicker with every. single. plunge. her voice climbs along with it, moaning out higher and higher as his cock slams repeatedly against her g-spot, until all at once it becomes too damn much and she very nearly combusts from pleasure overload as her orgasm rips straight through her from head to toe. her body convulses violently as she practically screams, hanging onto him for dear life as she rides out her climax to it's full extent. there are no words to convey how goddamn euphoric it is, only sound and breath and the distinct rush of long awaited gratification running rampant through her as her soul very nearly threatens to leave her body entirely.

this. no, Ichigo, is everything she's ever wanted and more.]

[God dammit, if he could rise to that challenge and slap his hand over her mouth to muffle her words, he would. If only just to prove yet another point... a thing that seems like it's just going to continually get these two into trouble until the end of time. Listening to the pitch of her moans change every time he hits home, though, is so fucking satisfying that Ichigo that his annoyance without being able to muffle that loud mouth is drained away instantly. Now his thoughts are along the lines of how much louder can I make her go, really? Cause fuck the possibility of anyone hearing them at this point.

Ryuuko will feel Ichigo shudder a little bit as her nails scratch those searing lines into his back, and the way that he thrusts in and out of her becomes a lot more frantic The sting it leaves is only pushing him closer to the edge that he has been driving towards all too quickly, and he is honestly starting to get a little bit worried about finishing before she does. Ichigo would never hear the end of that, even if he wouldn't leave her hanging by any means. The thought of finishing her off in other ways, like with his mouth, only makes holding back his fast approaching orgasm harder. It's dizzying, and each moan that escapes him only makes him lose more oxygen that he is having a hard time sucking in. There's no way he can put it off any longer.

That's why when Ryuuko practically screams his eardrums into oblivion and clamps down on him like a fucking vice, Ichigo is thankful, or would be if he could think about anything but the way she feels, pulsing around him as she rides that wave and subsequently pushes him into his own. Not only will she be nursing a bruised tail bone and a fat lip, but the finger marks in her hip with serve as another pleasant reminder of this tryst. But Ichigo can and will deliver even more on that front.

It's honestly hard to keep moving with how much she has tightened around him, and Ichigo can only manage to dip his head in to bite at the muscle between her shoulder and her neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, but it's definitely hard enough that if he were to die in a terrible fire tomorrow, they would probably be able to identify his corpse from the bruise he will leave on her. The final two thrusts he manages are jerky, hard and deep, and the groan he gives as he finally comes is something akin to a growl.

After a moment of holding Ryuuko there as he rides it out, Ichigo realizes that his legs are shaking, insanely bad. The only movement afforded before they buckle and they are sliding down the length of the door is the release of that bite that he is... definitely going to have to apologize for. The pair wind up on the floor, Ryuuko sitting in his lap with him still inside of her, and Ichigo bowed inward with his forehead pressed to her shoulder as he tries to pant for the breath he felt like he couldn't get during... well, all of that.

Holy fucking shit.]

[Ryuuko barely registers the pain of his teeth sinking into her collar, a mere prickle amidst that all over tingly feeling that washes over her again and again. each time she starts to think it might be over, she's hit with yet another wave of spine numbing pleasure as it rattles through her. she feels feather light, entirely convinced that if Ichigo were to let go of her she'd simply float away on a cloud, and never touch back down. the reality, of course, is that her body still very much bears weight, and she's relying entirely on Ichigo's strength to keep them both upright. eyes closed and mind still buzzing, it's not until the pads of her feet make contact with the cold tile floor that she realizes their position has changed.

with her head and back still propped against the surface of the door behind her, the rest of her body hangs limp in his lap, arms falling away to either side as she relinquishes all control of motor function in favor of simply basking in the blissful aftermath. her head falls to meet her own shoulder, the one Ichigo's not currently using as his head rest. and for a moment, silence fills the apartment finally, their ragged breathing the only sound in the room... until a strange, raspy sound vibrates deep in Ryuuko's chest, tumbling out of her noodle like form as breathless, elated laughter as she smiles crookedly, still panting to refill her lungs.]

That was.... incredible..

[Ichigo almost can't stand the sudden silence, it's almost deafening in it's own way, and it's allowing reality to sink in faster than he would like. He can feel the awkwardness creeping up his spine, the embarrassing realization that he seriously just fucked her against her front door and would do it again, if asked to.

His prude side doesn't know what to do with this. At all. He can feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he forces himself to raise his head, and brown eyes land on the indentures of his teeth on her skin. From the looks of it, if he had bitten any harder, he definitely would have broken it. It's not so much that Ichigo thinks she will mind at all, if she can take a beating from him when they fight, or handle the literal pounding he just gave her, a bite is chump change in the grand scheme of things. It's that he lost control, that easily, and didn't even think twice about doing it. That's what has Ichigo a little bit mortified with himself right now.

And then she laughs. It's like a punch to his gut, because he doesn't have the presence of mind to listen to the way it sounds, and her laughing can only mean one thing. She's about to crush his pride into the ground by telling him that it sucked or something. Can he get any redder?

Yes. He can. Ichigo draws back enough to look at Ryuuko, readying yet another indignant exclamation about how she wasn't laughing a minute ago when she was getting off--but stops short when he catches her expression and she says that. The surprise on his face is as clear as day. He doesn't think he has ever seen her smile that way, and seeing it does something to him that he doesn't really expect. It fills him with a warmth that is so unfamiliar that he isn't quite sure how to even react. Brows knit hard as Ichigo chews on his lower lip nervously, watching Ryuuko, trying to force himself to come up with words or anything.

Agreeing is a good place to start. That he can do. Because it was beyond incredible, it was positively mind blowing.]

...n-no shit... [Normally, those two words would sound surly and sarcastic, but this time, his tone is entirely agreeable.]

[slowly but surely the world around them edges back into focus and Ryuuko drifts back down to earth after what she can only describe as an outer body experience. the solid floor beneath her and the drumming ache of sore muscles is the first to return. her arms and legs feel so heavy, like they're made of lead, and right now there's not an ounce of strength left in her body to move them even a single inch, so she doesn't bother trying. her tired muscles burn from over exertion, but it's the good kind of hurt- the way it feels after she pushes her body to the absolute breaking point in a fight.

her skin feels raw, practically humming with the massive amounts of energy they'd burned through together in such a short amount of time. in a way, she feels completely at ease, and she can't find a good enough excuse to try and fight the desire to just stay like this, and let the moment linger. the reality of... whatever the hell this was, coming to an end, isn't something she's ready to face quite yet.

finally, her eyes crack open, adjusting to the dark as they take in the fuzzy background of her apartment from floor level before her gaze slides over to Ichigo. and every inch of him is crystal clear, from his disheveled orange hair to his large brown eyes and even his teeth worrying at his bottom lip. she stares at him in quiet awe for a moment, like she can't believe how fucking beautiful he is up close. eventually, though, she manages to say something, despite the harsh sting in her lungs.]

You uh... look... pretty rough.

[rude. as per usual. but maybe that's a sign she's finally coming back to her senses. whatever the case, she's still smiling like the happiest fucking person on the planet.]

[That has Ichigo making a sound in the back of his throat, somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, and his own lips curl up a little bit. That dazed, thoroughly fucked look that Ryuuko has, paired with the way her hair has become a sort of wild mess of it's own? Pot, meet kettle. If you add in the angry teeth right near her collar bone and the imprint of his fingers that he doesn't even need to see to know are there? Forget the surprisingly welcome sting he can feel on his back, hot lines that will definitely serve as a reminder later, Ichigo is positive that on the damage front, he won. ]

Think y-you're ah... in worse shape than I am.

[That smile she has...

It's intense for Ichigo. Not only does Ryuuko very rarely smile--usually it's a devilish grin or a cocky smirk-- but this one is directed at him. It's uncomfortable to realize that it's given him butterflies in his stomach, and has made the heat rise to his cheeks even more. It's definitely got him feeling put on the spot, and that way she was staring when her eyes first opened only started this incredibly vulnerable feeling he's grappling with.

Forgive him, for his inability to lead in any kind of conversation right now. Prude boy is back in reality, and it's an entire thing that he does not know how to deal with, at all.]

Can't argue with ya there....

[he did do some serious damage, frankly, and man is she fucking spent. it's honestly a miracle nothing is broken, after all that. but hell, she'd do it all over again in a friggen heartbeat. while she's definitely leaving this mess worse off than she entered it, one thing's for sure: enduring a few lasting bruises is totally worth it.

speaking of, she finally turns her attention to the teeth marks at her shoulder, quirking a brow in response.]

Guess you weren't lying, when you said you're not all bark.

[Well that's one way to rip him right out of that vulnerable feeling. Throw him right back into the mortified fire instead.

Ichigo snaps his gaze away very quickly, forcing his face into a much more grumpy version of his trademark scowl. Having the bite marks pointed out that way is just.

Ugh. God. Dammit.

Can freak accident booty calls come with an abort mission button that just zips you right home and gets you away from said aftermath? Someone should put this on the market, they would become rich with a snap of their fingers.]

I-I don't make it a habit of going around lying! [Which. Is a sort of twisted lie itself, he had no intention of actually biting her like that. The next part is grumbled out really, really low, and Ichigo still refuses to look at her while he says it.] I...I got carried away, okay?! 'm. Like. Y'know. sorry, or whatever.

[ Ahhhh, well, this is fucking priceless. between the mortified look on his face and his stuttering apology, she doesn't know which she enjoys more. she can practically feel his desire to flee, but that might prove to be a little difficult right this second, especially given he's still inside of her.

it takes every ounce of self restraint she has not to laugh in his face, because she knows his fragile ego won't be able to take that fatal blow. so instead, she just smirks, and reaches up to take his chin in her hand, and guide his dumb grimacing face closer to hers.]

Never said I didn't like it.

[their lips meet for what must be the hundredth time tonight, and she should be used to it by now, but somehow it still manages to shock her... how natural it feels, kissing him like this. there's a distinct pang in her chest, urging her to stay there against his mouth. it's a tender exchange, nothing like the other bruising kisses they've shared, and she wants to savor every second of it.]

Edited 2020-07-11 01:10 (UTC)

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