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[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)

[Even if she doesn't laugh in his face outright, Ichigo is fully aware of the fact that Ryuuko is holding it back. One part of him is extremely thankful for it, while the other part is totally annoyed that he even has to be babied like that in the first fucking place. He hates that he just can't deal with stuff like this like a normal human being.

While he does expect to hear that laugh, he doesn't expect her to raise that hand to pull him in. Those eyes are wide once again, albeit briefly, because then their lips are meeting once more... and this, surprisingly is something he can handle. It's definitely easier to shove aside embarrassment about battering your sex partner a little when you're kissing them.

That is, if he ignores the fact that this kiss has that goddamn fluttering in his stomach flaring up again. The disbelief that any of this has happened at all is strong, like tomorrow he might wake up from the most vivid dream he has ever had in his life. But whether or not that could even be possible, Ichigo is pressing in a little more and letting his eyes slip closed, enjoying the softer feel of this lip lock. Kissing Ryuuko is nothing like he ever imagined--it's so much better than what his mind could come up with in those guilty moments of fantasizing about her.]

[Mm, that's more like it. no sense being shy, when they've already fuckin' did the damned thing.

her bottom lip has already begun to swell, bearing the illusion of a fuller pout as her lips pillow up against his in experimental sweeping motions before leading into something with a little more depth to it. her fingers curl tighter around his chin, directing his mouth open a little wider as her tongue flicks out against his top lip affectionately before delving past in search of something to better sustain her curiosity. her bottom teeth drag against the bottom curve of his mouth, a prickling, barely there sensation, holding back the power to do so much more in favor of this light tease. it wouldn't be them, without it.

her thighs shift a little on either side of him, that silky smooth sensation of skin on skin (against her inner thighs no less) has her shivering all over again, involuntarily pulsating around his cock. she pauses a moment to simply breathe open mouthed against him, feeling that same heat from earlier creeping up the back of her neck. because it dawns on her that she absolutely could do all of that again, without issue. but perhaps, not here.]

A-Are we just gonna stay like this for the rest of the night, o-or...

[durable as she may be, her body desperately aches for the familiar cradling comfort of her bed.]

[Ichigo has to wonder if Ryuuko knows him so well that she is doing this on purpose. The way she can ruthlessly knock him down ten pegs without a second though about it, and minimal effort at that, only to distract him with something softer, more subdued. Giving him the chance to recover at least a little bit of his dignity and resolve.

It works, if so. Ichigo finds it too easy to lose himself in this kiss, in the way her tongue languidly moves against his lips, or the way those teeth scrape in a way that says you know what I could do, but I won't. His own tongue comes out when hers gives the chance, soothing the spot that he had abused earlier. Not an apology, exactly, because she didn't seem to mind, but it's something close to it.

Ryuuko shifts though, the slide of the soft skin of her thighs already enough to make him realize that it won't take much for him to find himself back in that heated place they've only just left. And that realization is compounded by the pulsing reminder around his dick, causing him to huff against her mouth. The kiss is broken and Ichigo draws back a little to look at her, slightly dazed and still absolutely flushed. That probably won't go away for the duration of his stay.

And the way she says the rest of the night implies that he might be. Staying, that is. Ichigo isn't going to be the one to open that can of anxiety worms, that ball is absolutely in her park. Whether Ryuuko intends to keep him here, or kick his ass to the curb is entirely up to her, but Ichigo would be a complete fucking liar if he said he wouldn't be disappointed if it was the latter.]

You...you expecting me to carry your ass somewhere, or are you gonna get outta my lap... ?

[#NailedIt.]

[well, if that's not the most authentically bratty thing he's said tonight, she's not sure what could top it. she was beginning to get a little worried that maybe he'd started to become something resembling obedient after getting a taste of what it's like between her legs. and that would just be way too boring. seriously, where's the fun in that?

fact is, she needs someone who's going to challenge her at every turn, even the dumb ones. it's Ryuuko's turn to huff, rolling her eyes at his crass choice of words.]

I-I told you, didn't I? I wanted to see what it's like--

[that dip in her tone is the only warning he's getting before she leans her weight forward, forcing him back a little as she repositions herself on her knees and her hips roll toward him, propping herself up on his dick.]

s-sitting, on your stupid cock.

[she can barely get the words out without gasping, but she still manages that aggressive bite behind every syllable.]

Now, we've both kept our promise...!

[Ichigo should have expected it, and in a way he does, because those words are going exactly where he thinks they are. It doesn't stop the surprise though, as Ryuuko shifts like that, hips rolling forward until she is actually sitting in his lap. The motion alone is enough to send that familiar jolt of desire down his spine. Ichigo has to shift too, so that his knees aren't bent awkwardly underneath him as he leans back a little more, one hand planting itself behind him to keep him mostly sitting.

The way she says sitting on your stupid cock and the gasp that follows? Those are both things that have him swelling... and that in turn only goes faster, because unbeknownst to Ichigo up until this very moment getting hard inside of someone is so fucking hot.

Her next words have him hissing a little as he tries not to move, and fails miserably, his own hips rolling just a little bit to get more. More friction, more heat... more of all of it. Round 2 is imminent, and hopefully she won't be disappointed with the next response he manages to force out. Needless to say, Ichigo's fire hasn't been dampened by the power of her pussy. It's a great power indeed, but that attitude of his will never be squashed into a neat little box labeled tamed.]

W-wasn't so stupid when you were getting off on it like... not even ten minutes ago, was it? [try to deny how quickly this cock got you off the first time, Ryuuko. Dare you to. His rebuttal will be swift and... blushingly ruthless. Because that's a type of ruthless he has invented.]

[whelp. so much for the bed. looks like they're about to get right down to it here on the floor of her foyer. it's almost scary, the fact she has zero qualms with pinning him down for round two. he's a stubborn ass, this one, holding his ground even as she turns the tables on him. it's both parts infuriating, and undeniably attractive. knowing he won't simply let her win. no, she's going to have to grapple with him for that title.]

Y-You say that, like I'm the only one..!

[let's not forget how eagerly he'd been pumping away inside her magic pussy, okay??

nudging her forehead to his a bit roughly, she buries her hands in his hair on either side of his head, exhaling hot against his mouth as her body drifts against his. she can feel his dick twitch back to life inside of her, hardening all over again. and damn, if that's not enough to steal her breath away with how turned on it makes her. it's insane, really, the fact they're both raring to go mere minutes after fucking each other's brains out like that. but hell, she's definitely not about to complain. her body might resent her for it, later, but she's used to that.

turning his head forcibly in her hands she trails wet, open mouthed kisses up the side of his jaw, traveling all the way to the crux of his ear. and that's where he'll feel it, the heated tip of her tongue slithering out to dip in the hollows of his ear before pausing momentarily to murmur against it in a low, seductive purr.]

We'll see who comes first, this time.

[Oh fuck.

Ichigo is incredibly aware that he is actually in danger here, of losing, miserably, if Ryuuko keeps that shit up. There is something so intensely arousing about having his head forced around by that grip in his hair, and the shaky breath that escapes him as her hot mouth trails across his jaw, up to his ear is only the precursor to the moan he is about to let out. Between her tongue dipping in, and the seductive words that cut deep into his soul, Ichigo can only mentally curse at himself as the sound flies out of him despite how much he doesn't want to give her that gratification right now. Why does she have to be so irresistibly hot? Like fucking really, Ichigo already thought she was attractive, but now he's starting to wonder if she is some sort of mind reader and has dug deep into his brain to know every single button of his to push.

The taller teen is speechless for a moment, trying not to let himself pant already on top of her being able to make him moan like a whore just from that. He's got to do something, and fast, because if he doesn't get some kind of leverage in this fight... it's surely going to be over for him. The idea of her sneering in his face about it is grating as fuck (though also a turn on, if he's completely honest with himself here) and he refuses. No way in hell.

Finally, he finds his voice, that spark of defiance returning in full force.]

Y-you're gonna be 0 in 2 on this one, Ryuuko... n-no fuckin' way am I letting you win.

[Ichigo is snapping his free hand back behind her fast, finding her ass and giving an almost rough squeeze, as he rolls his hips upward as hard as he can with her weight pressing him into the floor, teeth gritting hard as he does.]

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you're gonna need a few of these before this is over

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