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[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)

[it's probably a sixth sense that she has, alerting her to the panicked animal in her bed.

her brows draw together and her nose wrinkles against his back.... huh, that's odd. this certainly doesn't feel like the shape of her pillow she's snuggled up against. no, it's a lot more firm than that, and exuding far too much heat. it's a struggle just to crack her eyelids open, blinking up at the expanse of Ichigo's back from beneath heavy lashes.

it takes a moment, but the memories of what had transpired last night in their lust filled haze flood her brain all at once. it's enough to awaken the color in her cheeks, realizing that not only did they fuck, twice, but the fact Ichigo is still here means...]

You stayed the night.

[not so much as a question as it is an observation, given his naked body is very much cradled against hers right now. she clears her throat, her voice hoarse from straining it last night, no doubt. her fingers twitch in his hold, drumming against his chest as she discovers that they are indeed being held captive by his own on the other side of him, out of view. other than that, she doesn't budge from her spot, curled up against his back. maybe she's afraid she'll accidentally do something to fuck this up- or otherwise scare him off. after all, prior to last night, the idea of letting her get this close to him probably meant he was in for a brutal beating on the battle field. well, last night wasn't all that different, they both took a beating it was just a different kind of arena. speaking of, her body aches far worse than she remembered, before passing out.

ah, shit......... she totally blacked out, didn't she? considering she has no recollection of even making it into bed in the first place, it's the only logical explanation. the last thing she remembers is.... is.... riding his dick like her life depended on it. she stirs just a little at the thought, her breasts rolling an inch to one side where they're pressed up against his back.]

[She's moving. Shit. He woke her up. He shot himself in the fucking foot in his panic, and now he has to deal with the aftermath all the sooner, without any time to actually come up with some sort of a plan. Ryuuko will be able to feel the tension he holds as soon as she says that, and he realizes that she will be able to feel his heart underneath her hand, too. Which only makes it go even harder, and thus only making it more obvious that he's freaking the fuck out inwardly. A downward spiral that he couldn't stop, even if he tried.

Ichigo is quiet in his response, almost defensive, and maybe worried, like... maybe he shouldn't have stayed after all. He can't see her face, and Ichigo is dense sometimes. Normally, reading people isn't super hard for him, but in this case, he has no idea if that's a good thing or a bad thing. The only thing leaning in favor of it not being bad is the fact that Ryuuko hasn't really moved. You don't keep spooning someone (and why the fuck is he the little spoon, here?!) if their presence isn't desired, right? Unless she's got some deep rooted issues that he doesn't get?]

...I'm not the hit and run type... and it's not like you stayed conscious long enough to tell me to leave.

[It's all he can do to try to ignore the fact that when she does shift, he can feel her bare breasts moving against his back. It makes the heat of his blush spread all the way down to his neck, and makes something inside of him curl up with pleasure. Not good. Not good at all.

This is going to be the disaster morning from hell for him, isn't it?]

[Ryuuko's... not really equipped for this sort of thing. how are two people who are not in a romantic relationship supposed to behave around each other after hooking up the night before? she forgot to read up on booty call etiquette, beforehand. her teeth gnaw at the inside of her bottom lip, uncertain how to even go about untangling their bodies... or deciding if she even wants to. he's still holding her hand... and so far he hasn't made any effort to slide out from under her arm or chuck her off him. so maybe.... he's fine with this? maybe... she's overthinking what that has the potential to mean? she's busy trying to decipher the puzzle that is Ichigo Kurosaki, naked in her bed, when he has to go and take that jab at her inability to even remain conscious long enough to see their midnight rendezvous to it's full completion.

fuck!

she sputters, cheeks burning hot in response to the severe lack of sympathy in his voice, coiling beneath the weight of that harsh scrutiny. her body trembles as she nudges her knee forward, the lounging equivalent of a kick.]

I-Idiot! Whose fault was that!?

[yes she's. definitely implying he's 100% to blame.]

[Okay... so like... should Ichigo be worried that he pissed her off with that? Should he not give a shit? Because he's landing evenly between the two. See, this dude has just as much knowledge about how to handle this as Ryuuko does, seeing as he has never even entertained the idea of participating in a booty call. Ichigo doesn't know what it is about this girl that has driven him to dive so fucking far out of his comfort zone that he's almost tipping into a sort of identity crisis, but. Whatever it is, Ryuuko's got it.

He is about to bitch at her for kneeing him, but is cut off by the words that come out of her mouth, and Ichigo is so floored by them that he actually lets out a short laugh. No. No fly zone right here, he's not about to take the blame for this! It takes two to fucking tango, girl. He shifts, raising his head from the pillow that his other arm is under, and turning his head to shoot her a disapproving scowl through the small space between the pillow and his face. His cheeks are just as red as ever, and he doesn't stay like that, looking at her, as he replies. Nope, Ichigo just sets his head back down, glaring at the wall as he does.]

Not mine! I'm not the one who was so dead set on winning that I spent all of my stamina to do it.

[The fact that Ryuuko did win that second round after he told her she wouldn't is still a sore spot for him. If he wasn't so fucking mortified with this entire morning after situation, he might insist that they need a tie-breaker round to settle it once and for all, but that's not the case right now.]

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[oh hell no. he's not getting away with that! he doesn't get to shoot daggers at her and roll over without suffering the consequences for metaphorically poking the bear. ]

Tch!

[pressing her chin into his back she grinds her teeth, the only warning he'll get before she's moving. her fingers grip his more tightly, before twisting his arm around himself and bending it to trap it uncomfortably against his back. just as quickly she's using that same knee from earlier to guide her hips as they knock forward against his backside, ushering her full weight onto his back and forcing him onto his stomach. simultaneously she's yanking his other arm right out from under that pillow to join it's captive twin in her bruising grip, effectively pinning him facedown on the bed. hoisting herself upright she straddles his lower back, shoving his head into the pillow with a smirk.]

Is this the stamina you were referring to??

[her thighs hug his waist, knees digging into the mattress as she leans forward to exhale hotly beside his ear.]

It worked, didn't it? I won.

[Ichigo knows how fast and brutally Ryuuko can move, he's experienced it a lot since meeting her, but somehow the sound he makes as she roughly twists his arm so suddenly has him feeling a little bit flabbergasted at how quickly he is put onto his stomach. Very effectively pinned--for now, because Ichigo is Ichigo, and he can find his way out of pretty much anything if he puts his mind and his heart to it.

For the time being, he's just too aware of the fact that he... really enjoys being manhandled by this petite, spitfire fucking vixen, and the way she says that crap in his hear just compounds that thought. And relights the fire Ichigo had had just a few hours earlier. Those arms flex under the pressure of her grip, testing it, as he spits out his response without even a moment's pause.]

If... if you wanna get technical, it's a tie! D-don't forget that you were the first to come last night, you little shit!

[cuffing his wrists with a single hand she presses the other to the back of his skull, pushing his face deeper into the pillow with a twisted grin.]

What's that? I can't hear you.

[she won't go as far as to suffocate the poor boy, but it's clear she's not going to let him get off scotch free after coming at her like that. well, while she's here, she might as well enjoy the view. dragging her gaze down the length of his spine her focus detours along the thin red marks marring his back.... realizing, somewhat belatedly (she's not a morning person, okay?) that she's the one responsible for those. a part of her has to wonder if those hurt.... and, briefly, question whether or not she should apologize? but then she's reminded of the imprint of Ichigo's teeth etched into her collar and all sympathy fades away in an instant.]

You got lucky, s'all. I let you off easy.

[is she talking about his battle scars or the battle itself? it's a little hard to tell. either way it's heavily implied to be the latter.]

[Ohhhh does that make Ichigo seethe, and he twists his wrists again under just her one hand this time, taking the moment to evaluate exactly what he can do to get out of this uncomfortable hold. Ryuuko may be strong, but he is too, and she doesn't weigh much at all, at least not to him. If he calculates his next move just right, he can easily get out of this.

One wrong move though, and he could wind up a hell of a lot more uncomfortable.

Ichigo decides to bide his time a little bit longer, waiting for her to make any further mistakes--because changing the hold on his wrists from two to one is already one. Two is always better than one when you want your hold to have full strength behind it, and she weakened her advantage there by half just like that. And Ryuuko will need full strength to keep him down.

Angry people make more mistakes, Ichigo knows this all too well, because he does it himself all the time. So his full on laugh is just as calculated as the fact that he doesn't fight back, in fact, he almost goes pliant under her as he goads the ever living fuck out of her.]

Right, you let me off easy alright. By fucking yourself into a coma and leaving me to pick up the pieces. I mighta been embarrassed about losing that round, but you're the hot mess here and we both know it.

[Ryuuko is nothing if not reckless, often to her own detriment. she's too hot headed to see through the flames whenever her temper flares, which is all the damn time. it's easy to get under her skin with the right approach, and Ichigo's had plenty of practice doing just that.

if she actually stopped to use her brain for a second, she might've realized he's enacting a very carefully lain trap, but that would involve Ryuuko actually thinking ahead, for once. she's a creature of habit who prefers living in the moment... even if that means putting all her eggs in one basket, so to speak. if there's anything she's confident in, it's her ability to shit talk and win fights, which she fully intends to employ here. it's just too bad she's easily distracted...

she isn't sure what exactly is happening at first when his body begins to shake beneath her and there's a strange noise muffled into the pillow...

wait. is he? no fucking way. there's no god damn way he's straight up laughing at her right now. has he completely lost his mind? that's gotta be the only explanation, right? sanity or lack there of aside, it doesn't sting her bruised ego any less, scowling down at him as feelings of indignation bubble in her chest. his words to follow only amplify that searing hot emotion, threatening to burn straight through her insides and pool out against the dip in his back.

uh, yeah, screw whatever advantage she might've held over him by keeping a cool head, she's not letting him get away with that. lurching forward she releases his arms in favor of a bone crushing choke hold around his head and neck, squeezing painfully tight.]

Say that shit to my face, tough guy!!

[It should be alarming to Ichigo, and he should be trying to do something about this before she accidentally murders him in her bed... but. Maybe he doesn't need to do a damn thing. That grip is painful, tight, and the fact that his breathing has already been obscured by the pillow, and now this fucking chick literally has him in a choke hold? He's getting really light headed, which only makes him feel a really weird sense of euphoria that makes it so much easier to choke out more laughter. It's fucking hard to get the words out under Ryuuko's angry hold, but he manages, albeit really broken up.]

C-can't, if you're gon..na smother me face down in y-your bed, s-stupid ass.

[If his head isn't pressed into the pillow still, or about to be again, the wide grin he has is probably only going to make this shit even worse for him... but Ichigo is hoping that pointing out that she could very well kill him, and that he can't exactly rise to the challenge in his current state will maybe have her moving finally. Honestly, the longer she deprives him of oxygen, whether by pillow or her bare hands, the further his chances of getting her off of him are. It's not quite to a point where Ichigo is worried yet, but he'll do or say something if Ryuuko actually starts to make him think he is going to pass out.]

Don't be such a crybaby!

[but alright, she guesses he has a point. while it's tempting to prolong his torture, the fact of the matter is she doesn't ACTUALLY want him to pass out or suffocate. so once she decides he's suffered enough punishment Ryuuko unwinds her arms from around his head, but not before giving him a rough shove for good measure. Ichigo's a tough guy, he can take it. he might have to nurse his ego a little, though.

without relinquishing her perch, she reclines back into a seated position on top of him, folding her arms with a smug expression.]

It's better to admit defeat when you've lost, y'know? No one likes a sore loser.

[The oxygen that floods his almost desperate lungs is all Ichigo can focus on for a minute when Ryuuko lets him go, but god damnit if her words don't fill him with some serious rage. This bitch can't be serious, how fucking delusional is she?! And is she deaf, on top of it? He already told her, it was a goddamn tie, and she's just here trying to crush him underneath her with no foundation for it, whatsoever.

Ryuuko is done for. If there was ever a way to make Ichigo forget about his anxiety and embarrassment, pinning him down to the bed, choking him and trying to degrade the fuck out of him was it. The only warning she gets, once Ichigo has caught his breath again, is an extremely dark look shot at her from over his shoulder.

And then he moves, fast. Now that she has drawn back, it's not hard for him to push up on one arm and sort of twist underneath her, aiming to give himself more range. Ichigo's hand shoots out, hand wrapping itself around her throat with a grip that doesn't aim to choke her, yet, but is tight enough that he is able to pull Ryuuko towards him a little bit. And then, with frightening ease, he slams her onto her back on the bed beside him.

Ichigo doesn't remove his hand as he finishes pushing himself up onto his knees, in fact that grip does suddenly tighten dangerously, as if to tell her not to fucking move, as he plants his other hand just beside her head and leans in close to her face. He looks pissed, but there is no denying that there is a heat in his eyes, and should she glance down, Ryuuko will be able to see that all of that pinning and choking definitely has him as hard as a rock already. Ichigo should probably be embarrassed about that, but he's just too far gone on the rage front to even consider it.]

You wanna say that again to my face? [Parroting those words she spoke earlier, his lips curl up into a sneer as he hisses at her, with Ichigo holding back nothing as he aims to tear her down as hard as she just tried to do to him. He does loosen his grip a little bit after a moment, realizing that there was no way she would have been able to breathe under the pressure he was putting there.] You're the one who got let off easy, Ryuuko, don't be so fucking delusional. It's not cute, at all. And it was a tie, you goddamn brat.

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I'm fucking dead as disco.

riiiiise and shiiiine

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