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Call me, call me any, anytime!

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[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.]

[his voice rings out, and she recognizes it instantly as her absolute favorite new melody. she could listen to him moan like that all night- and a part of her expects she will, now that it's clear neither one of them possesses enough self restraint to fucking chill. like, goddamn. with energy like theirs, they'll be going at it till the sun comes up, at this rate.

every time she challenges him, he meets her head on, and there's something mind boggling about his unwavering defiance and willingness to take bold action that excites her like no other. it's why, when his hand grabs firm hold of her ass she practically howls, a roughly blended mixture of how fucking dare you and fuck, that's good shit rolled into one. she isn't actually able to get any of those words out, though, not when his hips slam up into her with all the force of a bullet train and she's left completely winded. is this guy for real? truly, the word spectacular comes to mind, but no way in hell is she letting him figure out just how starstruck she really is. the fact he's grabbing her ass at all is more than enough to fluster her, turning five shades of red and practically steaming with humiliation.]

D-Don't fuck with me, dammit!

[pulling roughly at his hair she snaps his head back, diving in for the kill as her teeth sink into his neck and she starts to suck, hard. at the same time, her hips move with as much freedom as his iron grip allows, rocking against him with infinite zeal. he told her before that he pictured her riding him, well, now he gets to see for himself what it's really like. she holds nothing back, gyrating her hips like her life depends on it. it feels so fucking hot and slick between them that it's almost too easy to get carried away right from the start. grunting and moaning against his neck with little ability to restrain herself she pinches raw, wet skin between her teeth, a fresh bruise blossoming just beneath that fragile top layer of skin. lingering there for only a second, before it's on to the next. dropping her mouth a few inches lower she bites down again, rinse and repeat. her grip in his hair doesn't relax at all, undoubtedly bordering on becoming seriously uncomfortable for him as she forces him to bare his throat to her. but well, his hand is still clutching a fist full of her ass, so, she figures they're even!]

[Jesus

Fucking

Christ

Any budding cockiness at the way she reacts to his hand and the roll of his hips is being snuffed out as soon as it breathes it's first breath. It's Ichigo's turn to cry out, because Ryuuko has just managed to find almost every one of his hot buttons in one fell swoop. Having his head forced around by that tight fist in his hair and the feeling of her teeth, sharp and painful, are so beyond welcome to him that he almost can't believe himself. As Ryuuko's hips start to move like that, fluid and expert in the sense that she knows exactly what the fuck she wants and how the fuck to get it, Ichigo is helpless to do much of anything but practically tremble underneath her.

He's lost. He can pretend all day, he can try all day, but Ichigo Kurosaki is going to lose this fight and he fucking knows it. It's written in stone--the stone that's going to sit at the top of his grave and let the world know that his defeat was at the hands of Ryuuko Matoi.

Ichigo can take an insane amount of abuse, physically, and apparently that abuse is something he craves in a sexually charged situation like this. Because as her hand tightens even more, as she bites and sucks at his neck, all Ichigo can think is] harder--don't hold back [....did he just say that shit out loud?! More like panted it out, hotly, and boy did it sound needy as hell.

Fuck.

God damnit.

Fate. Sealed. He just took her ego and inflated it like a fucking balloon, he's sure of it.

All he has, to try to at least save some dignity in the face of knowing he just handed her the loaded gun and told her to shoot him in the face, is the fact that Ryuuko very clearly enjoys the attention that his hand is giving her ass. The squeeze he gives is a lot firmer than that first one, and this time he lets the blunt ends of his nails dig in a little as he does his best to meet her rolling hips. Panting heavily and trying to hold back the deep groan he can feel building up in his throat. Even having just come a few minutes ago, he can feel that heated euphoria tugging at that deep place, low in his spine, and it's not going to take much more for him to hit his threshold once again. Ichigo honestly has to try to think of anything else to try to push the wave back, like being stabbed through the chest or the impact of being thrown through a building. It helps a little, but he knows it's futile.

She is too fucking hot to handle right now. Ichigo did imagine her riding him, briefly before leaving to attend this erotic meeting, but it was nothing as glorious as this. His own bruised ego takes a back seat for a moment as he thinks that he might have to piss her off more often, if this is the end result.]

[they're both fighting a losing battle, since it's almost too easy to loose sight of the finish line when the race itself proves to be the sweetest form of ecstasy coursing red hot through her veins. moaning she picks up the pace, lifting her hips only to slam them back down again with mounting velocity. each time harder and faster than the last, as if acting on his inner thoughts before he even manages to utter the words to relay his desires in between breaths. but god, if it's not music to her ears, hearing him plead with her for more.]

Look who's beggin' for it now.

[she grins against his neck, and he'll feel it, the taut pull of her lips as they peel back against his throat.]

Don't you worry, Ichigo, Imma give it to ya.

[dragging her teeth over to the unmarred half of his neck her jaws spread open to teasingly run the flat of her tongue over his pulse point, right before snapping shut with his flesh painfully wedged between her teeth. if that wasn't enough, she even goes so far as to start pulling, as if testing the durability of his skin to see if it will split apart with enough pressure. all the while her lower body never stops hammering him into the floor, ignoring the harsh burn of overworked muscles in her legs and the searing pressure in her joints, knees scraping tile. the strain on her body as she pushes herself to keep going threatens to shake her to the very core, trembling against him at the apex of every thrust. she won't last much longer, at this rate.

in a last ditch effort to overwhelm him, her fingers untangle from his hair to grip his shoulders and force him flat on his back, using that leverage to increase speed and momentum in an attempt to drive him over the edge.]

[Ichigo knows it's coming, but it doesn't make the blatant call out any worse. It makes his cheeks burn even brighter, if that's even possible at this rate. But words are completely lost on him right now. Especially as she does exactly what she says she will do, and gives him what he didn't mean to ask for out loud. The tease of her tongue is enough to have him tipping his head back to allow better access, not that she needs it with the way she has his head forced back. The pitch of Ichigo's moan changes to something a little more pained as her teeth sink in and she pulls, but the next thing that does come out of his mouth in a sharp hiss, before he can stop it is indicative enough that it's so fucking welcome. If it breaks the skin, he doesn't even care, if it keeps feeling like that. Sharp, throbbing, to contrast the pleasure that is the center of his universe right now.]

Haa yess... !

[His hands find the highest point of her thighs that he can grab without getting in the way, squeezing them to encourage her, to stimulate her more, anything. He just can't get enough of the feel of Ryuuko, period, and he hopes that the touch might do something for her, push her even closer. That increased pace on top of it is really making this fight to not come nearly impossible. though. Even as he tries to meet her in each movement, Ichigo is trying once again to think of anything that might stave his orgasm off. Being blasted point blank with a cero... stabbed, cut, any grievous injury he has ever received. Nothing.

And then she moves, slamming his back into the cold tile hard, and Ichigo gasps in surprise at the fact that she can go even faster and harder at all. It's too hot--she's too fucking hot. A glance in between them has him catching glimpse of her breasts bouncing with the force of her movements, the way she takes his cock in to her tight, slick heat over and over and over and--

It's all fucking over for him. He knew it. There was no fucking way it was gonna happen for him. Ichigo is too slow to try to crawl his way back out of the euphoric tunnel that starts to consume him, and all he can manage is a snarl of words that... really make it sound like he would kill her if he could.]

G-god d..amn you, Ryuu...ko!

[With an arch that winds up with him slamming his head into the floor hard, much like Ryuuko had with the wall earlier, a heavy thud that has him seeing stars, Ichigo is crying out for the second time since this second round started, body tensing completely as he empties himself inside of Ryuuko, jaw dropping open slightly with how fucking good it feels to come again.]

[she knew before they even started this wouldn't take long, not when they'd both already come undone once already. if anything, she'd exploited that to her advantage.

the second round is a mere encore to their earlier performance, but no less satisfying when she feels him rupture, spilling hot and heavy inside of her as his body bows backwards beneath her. it's the final straw for her, too, contracting around him and milking his cock until he's bone dry. her voice escapes her in low pitched waves, like a siren's song from some far away place, one she hardly recognizes despite the fact she's the one singing it.

her head hangs heavy, thoroughly out of breath yet again and desperately aching to refill her lungs as the tide waters recede and her body is once again back on solid ground. her arms tremble beneath her own weight, and not a second later she's collapsing on top of him. she's way past exhausted at this point, to the point where every inch of her body feels like dead weight and she couldn't bring herself to budge a single inch if she tried. even talking requires far more energy than she has to spare at the moment, but she still manages to get a few words out between gasps for air.]

Y-You can... thank me later...

[the sweat covered sheen of freshly bruised skin that tarnishes the crook of his neck is the last thing she sees before her vision goes black and her head thuds against his shoulder. unable to stay conscious a second longer after having poured every last drop of energy she possessed into thoroughly fucking his brains out. she may have just passed out, but she's still grinning with the idiotic satisfaction of knowing she made him break down and come first.]

[Ichigo is just completely in a daze as she makes that sound...a sound that he absolutely, positively knows that he wants to hear again, and arches as she tightens around him with her own orgasm. Watching her with a look that mirrors the hazy feeling perfectly. All he can really do is lay there and pant heavily for breath. Ryuuko then sort of crumples over him, heavy and warm...

And then she goes and says that shit and ruins the moment for him. Of course she does. Ichigo makes a disapproving sound in the back of his throat, before managing to find his voice.]

Y-you're so goddamn full of yourself, it's ridiculous.

[Silence.

More silence.

That's so fucking uncharacteristic of Ryuuko that he doesn't even have to force himself to tip his head and look down at her, and what he fucking sees is... just as ridiculous as how fucking full of herself she is.]

You fuckin' kidding me right now?! [One of the hands on her thighs moves, so he can very rudely prod her in the side....

And nothing.

What in the actual fuck.

No way. This can't even be real right now??? Ichigo just lets his head fall back into its place so he can stare at the ceiling, debating on what he is even supposed to do right now? Just he just... stay right here on the floor, still inside of her? Does he move her to her bed? And does he go home? Does he stay?

It's a few minutes before he makes a decision. The tile is hard, and not comfortable in the slightest now that he isn't riding that lust filled high... and the stinging on his neck from the bite Ryuuko had given him really... really makes him dread the idea of going home. The mark that he is positive is there is going to make his twin sisters freak out, and his Dad? Is going to call him right out on having finally gotten laid, and make such a big deal about it that nope. If she wanted him gone, she's gonna have to get the fuck over it, because she passed out before she could even tell him that shit.

And also? Ryuuko is never. Ever. Going to live this down. Ever.

With a very heavy sigh, Ichigo brings one arm up to sort of brace against her back with his arm, hand cradling her head to keep it steady as he sits up. It makes him groan a little, and realize just how spent he is, too. Maybe he shouldn't be judging her too harshly, considering how ready he is to pass out. It's a very awkward moment, to try to figure out how to even get up from this position and carry someone. He winds up twisting with her, so that she ends up underneath him, that way Ichigo can finally pull out of her body with a hiss. And a heavy blush, of course, as he scoops her up. Ryuuko's legs under one arm, her neck and upper back supported by the other. Easier said than done to stand up right with her, and he sways a little bit with the effort it takes to not crumble right there. Ichigo's legs are fucking jelly.

It's the most awkward walk of not!shame, as he wanders further into her apartment, to find the bedroom... where Ichigo finds himself stupid thankful to see that the door isn't completely shut. His coordination is shot, so it's so much easier to nudge the cracked door with his foot to force it open.

Only to stare at Ryuuko's bed, feeling the blush he has spread like wildfire, as it really sets in for Ichigo that. Not only did they just fuck each other's brains out in an insane explosion of long pent up tension, but. He isn't going home. They are going to wake up next to each other and have to deal with the aftermath of it all. Face to face.

Fuck.

Okay. He can do this. He can. He has to, his legs are ready to give out, and they will at any time.

Ichigo moves, finally, and the teen is clearing the distance between the door and the bed. Setting her down gently, Ichigo kind of awkwardly stares at her, chewing on his lip nervously, before making a protesting sound in the back of his throat at himself for being fucking creepy on top of it all. That's enough to motivate him to climb over her, and settle into the spot beside her. Laying on his back makes the scratches running up his back sting even more than they already do, but more than that... there's no peeling back the blankets underneath them so that waking up tomorrow is at least slightly less of a what the fuck moment??? Fuck.

Nope. Seeing as it's slightly uncomfortable anyway, Ichigo is flipping over so that he is laying on his stomach instead... a little too happy to be able to bury his face in the pillow and hide. From who? He doesn't know. That bitch passed out, and there isn't anyone else to hide from. No, Ichigo is hiding from tomorrow, thanks.

That's suffocating him. Not working. Ichigo turns his head, and finds himself looking right at Ryuuko... and one sweep over her naked from as him noping the fuck out of that, too. His head turns the other way, towards the wall, as his heart races all over again. It's the only thing Ichigo can focus on, but it it's own weird way, it's the white noise in the silence he needs. It's not long before he is passed out as hard as Ryuuko is, if not harder, and every single ridiculous anxiety he has is gone.

For now.]

[Ryuuko's bed is surprisingly comfortable? because if there's one thing the rowdy teen prioritizes, it's a good night's sleep after a long hard day... or in this case, a deep dicking. luckily for Ichigo, these four walls aren't going to judge him, neither is the moon peeking in between the half opened blinds and spilling over onto her unmade bed. a tangle of blankets and sheets and now, their naked bodies carefully situated on opposite sides of the mattress. the smooth stretch of pale skin that makes up the seemingly countless dips and curves to Ryuuko's frame are illuminated by the soft white light, so it's no wonder Ichigo could feel himself getting worked up at the sight. what's far more notable, though, is how peaceful she looks when she's sleeping. the muscles in her face are completely lax, with no sign of the usual tension in her brows. and her lips, while parted to better draw slow, easy breaths, still curve faintly upward in the ghost of a smile. it's utterly serene, this midnight painting, like a dream that seems far too good to be true. and who knows? maybe it is.

at some point in the night, the temperature seems to drop unexpectedly, a chill creeping over the surface of her skin. groaning low in her throat, Ryuuko gropes for the covers she assumes have somehow managed to escape her... face scrunching when her hands come up empty. gritting her teeth with frustration she tosses and turns, reaching out for what? not even she knows-- until she finds it. calloused fingers splay out against something soft and impecably warm.

half asleep, Ryuuko decides not to question it. nudging herself in nice and close, until the entire front of her body is pressed against it. it being Ichigo's back. she sighs, nestling her head between his shoulder blades, one arm snaking up under his own to curl against his chest, wrapping around him in an effort to bundle herself up in his heat. it feels nice, and that's the last thing she muses to herself before she's lulled back down into the depths of sleep.

eventually, the sun rises on a new day, pouring in through the window and flooding her bedroom with light. Ryuuko's still out, snoozing quietly with her face pressed against his back. it'll take more than sunbeams and birds chirping to rouse her, completely depleted from the night before.]

[Ignorance is bliss, and one could say that people are delightfully ignorant when they are sleeping. Mostly because, duh, they aren't even able to BE aware of a damn thing. And that's Ichigo, for a long, long time. He doesn't even budge from the spot he'd found on his side as she presses to him like that. The only thing it gets out of him is a content sigh. But, while it's not about to wake Ryuuko, the light paired with the sound of chirping birds has Ichigo stirring in his spot.

At first, he isn't really aware of her body pressed against his, and even when he realizes it, he kind of thinks he's just dreaming. That, paired with the comfortable warmth that seems really vivid, makes it easy for him to use his arm to press the one under his in to him, hand finding the one she has pressed to his chest. It's only as he starts to intertwine their fingers that he realizes that this is too real, and those brown eyes snap open in absolute horror.

Oh fuck.

None of that was a dream. None of this is, and the very sudden awareness that not only is Ryuuko pressed to his back, and he's holding her fucking hand, they're still naked, and--]

S-shit!

[It's not quite a whisper, but not his full voice either. The sudden awareness of the throbbing on his throat and neck only bring more panicked realizations, the reminder that they seriously fucked each other into completely oblivion last night to the forefront, and already his cheeks are lighting up like a tree on fucking Christmas.

Ichigo doesn't dare to move as that thundering starts up in his chest all over again--shit, he doesn't dare to breathe, as he wonders what the hell he is even going to do.]

Edited (forgot to add an entire sentence, I'm on one tonight.) 2020-07-14 04:28 (UTC)

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Phoenix downs

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

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I'm fucking dead as disco.

riiiiise and shiiiine

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