Call me, call me any, anytime!

[buckingham]

the phone sex +
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[not_so_hollow]

[The kiss is finally broken, much to Ichigo's disappointment, but it also allows him to suck in a much needed breath because the amount he was getting through his nose apparently wasn't enough. If his flush was starting to recede finally just from concentration alone, the question leveled his way is reigniting the damn thing. But at least, he isn't half as flustered as he was a few minutes before, when he was trying to tell her that they might actually need a safe word. The frown he gives her looks ridiculous paired with that rising heat, almost like a pout, as he responds. Sounding breathless as hell, once again. What can he say, Ryuuko just has that effect on him, the uncanny ability to steal the air right from his chest apparently, whether it be with a simple look, her words, or something she is physically doing to him.]

You're really great at ruining good moments with stupid comments, y'know that?

[But she'll get her fucking answer. The hand on her ass tightens it's grip, giving her the squeeze she seems to have been asking for with the way she pressed back, while the one entangled in her hair is finally releasing the hold there to move to her shoulder. He uses his weight to push her back, guiding her to lay on the mattress underneath them. It leaves him on his knees, half bent over her, those eyes watching her like a hawk. Almost contemplative, and Ichigo straightens out a little more, both hands moving again. Fingertips trace across her collar bone to the bite mark he'd left the night before, a quick brush over the bruise before the path starts down. His aim is center, that faintly rough touch running a line down the center of her chest, down in between her breasts and then over her abdomen. The movement doesn't stop until those fingers are hitting the edge of her panties, and that's when his other hand comes up to meet the other. Hooking his thumbs in, Ichigo tugs down to try to work them off of her, while speaking with a low-pitched heat. He's trying not to raise the stakes by issuing an outright challenge here, but he almost can't help it. It's just in his nature... the nature of them. Rising to the challenge is the basis for everything they stand for together, and while he doesn't want this to turn into another round of just smashing into each other, it doesn't feel right to hold it back, either.]

You got anything else clever you wanna add? Cause you're not gonna be saying much else once we get started. I've got some payback to dish out, and a tie-breaker win to add to my list... [It's not quite shameless, it definitely lights his cheeks up even more, the way his eyes seem to drag that heated look down the length of her body. Taking in every fucking inch of her and trying to memorize it. If this were the last time they ever did this--and actually doubts that and hopes that doubting it is on the money--he wants to remember. Because Ryuuko is fucking gorgeous, and there really isn't any point in trying to deny that to himself anymore.

What he says next, confidently and even, is hard to get out, partially because he really honestly isn't sure if he's talking out of his ass again, but also because he's Ichigo, and being so direct in saying something so sexual is a battle in and of itself.]

You're definitely going to come first, this time.

[nekked]

Look who's talking...

[it was a necessary stupid comment, okay?? she needed a second to breathe, to collect her wits, even just to remain fucking sane. because Ichigo feels so fucking good she could've gone on like that forever, kissing and touching endlessly until she drowned herself in it completely. the idea that she'd willingly and eagerly surrender all control over to him is as terrifying as it is thrilling, and he makes it seem so easy to do. her life is generally full of obstacles and complications, to the point where it always seems like she's been dealt a pretty shitty hand- always pulling the short end of the stick. but somehow, miraculously, she got lucky in this. she got lucky with him. she knows that, and it's almost too good to be true. she almost doesn't want to trust it, because the moment she lets down her guard is usually the exact moment she gets crushed.

maybe she's stupid, for wanting to believe in him, in whatever the hell this feeling deep inside represents. all she knows is she doesn't want it to disappear. she wants to soak in it for as long as she can, even if that means she never makes it out alive.

she doesn't really even mind being forced to abdicate her throne in favor of lying on her back underneath him, releasing her hold on him to rest her hands beside her head, taking the back seat for the moment. she might've had the sense to mind it more if it weren't for the view. the way he practically dwarfs her beneath his bulk, looming over her before sinking back, like a beast on the prowl. she never thought feeling small was something she'd appreciate quite like this, that the simple act of having him lean over her could be so goddamn arousing.

her eyes follow him with rapt attention, evenly split between his hand as it begins its slow descent over her body, and his face as he drinks in the sight of her. she lets him take his time, her chest rising and falling subtly with her breaths as his fingers draw a line between her breasts and down her stomach. her muscles tense beneath his touch, heat twisting her stomach into knots as he starts to tug her panties down her thighs. she lifts her legs to help him, drawing them back one at a time to slooooowly slide out of that thin material, before extending them forward again. ensuring nothing if not an enticing visual display for Ichigo as the heat of his stare threatens to burn holes through her now fully naked body laid out in front of him. her breath quickens at the realization they're both just. naked. and each staring at the other like they're a four course meal and neither of them have eaten in days.

not even his bullshit tough guy talk is enough to snap her out of the lustful daze she's sunk back into, eyes dark and hungry as she propositions him by spreading her legs in a v. lifting them back to bend at the knees, exposing her glistening cunt front and center and beckoning him to seal the deal. if that's not enough, she slides her own hand down to spread herself open for him, pulling back her dripping wet folds with her fingers. almost daring him to try and resist, her voice deceptively sweet and laced heavy with desire.]

We'll see about that. ♥

I forgot a word and am so glad I came back and caught it.

[not_so_hollow]

[The intensity of this moment feels like it honestly might kill Ichigo, like his heart just won't be able to take the speed at which it pounds inside of him and will just stop any second now. But somehow, that doesn't stop him from staring at her, unaware of the look of insatiable lust he has written all over his face. Her legs slide slowly to help him get rid of the under garments, and he can't help letting his fingertips touch as they move together. Warm, and soft, and so enticing that he almost can't stand it. A glance to the side as the panties get tossed to the floor haphazardly, and Ichigo has honestly has to steel himself before returning that gaze to her.

A huff is let out of his nose, and it aches as he purses his lips together. It's not like a whole bunch of clothing was taken off, but somehow even just that is like looking at a whole new fucking picture... and he's once again landing on that word again. Gorgeous. Does she even know it? Surely someone has told her how fucking beautiful she is, and that stands for when she is fully clothed, too.

Ichigo is about to open his mouth, (slowly, because he can feel the way the muscles in his cheek are starting to swell) to try to tell her, and then her hand moves. A hard swallow, as Ryuuko draws her knees up like that, and his eyes follow the path of her hand, widening with each inch of skin that she touches. Lower, and lower, his face burns hotter and hotter, until--

Jesus fucking christ.

It's a downward spiral from there. Ichigo's jaw drops open abruptly as she obscenely spreads wet lips apart to expose herself to him, and that results in a sharp hiss, as one of his hands comes up to hold the now screaming side of his face, the throb now at a level of almost unbearable. Somehow, by sheer willpower, he manages to not look away, and he can seriously feel his cock twitch with the rush of need it gives him to see that much of her.]

That.... t-that's a really low blow... [Ichigo sounds awestruck on top of pained, and he fucking is. Fuck. Shit. She just took his composure, put it in a jar and shook it violently until all of the pieces were shattered. How the fuck he is supposed to even top that?! The hand clutching at his cheek drops, and his brows pull down and center into a hard frown of concentration as he forces himself to act. They're right back to the grind of the fight, his determination to not lose outweighing the fact that what she just did might really make him die of a heart attack.

Ichigo is leaning forward again, hand planting itself beside her head like he had done earlier when he'd had his hand around her throat. Hovering over her in an all too tempting fashion, his other hand comes up to meet the one she has in between her legs, his fingers glancing over her's before dipping in to tease two at that slick opening. Brushing against her, only applying enough pressure to threaten to push into her.]

You're ...just making a really long list of things I need to get revenge for, at this rate... [Fuck, even just teasing her slick pussy with his fingers is making drawing breath uneven and difficult, and Ichigo is almost panting with the effort it takes to follow his fucking plan here.] I never did get you to ah... ask nicely, last night... d-did I?

[nekked]

[heh. got em.

once he's in range, with his torso bent over her and his attention diverted to the carefully orchestrated trap she'd set for him, her free arm loops around the back of his neck, yanking him down flush against her and angling his head so as to avoid impact with her shoulder on the busted half of his face, since that's likely to prove a lot less pleasant than what she has in mind. she nudges her way over to his ear, kissing and licking in much the same fashion as she had the night before. at the same time, her hips rock toward him, eager to increase the light pressure of his fingers.]

How big is it? [her breath steams hot against his ear, a low whine in her voice that borderlines desperation, before the obvious smirk is revealed in her coy tone.] The list.

[while unaware of his thoughts pertaining to her beauty, she is acutely attuned to the physical attraction between them, and she knows just how to shift her body so that her breasts roll against him and her thighs brush up over his hips soft as silk. it feels so fucking amazing to be skin on skin, sliding against him with nothing else in-between to distract from the heavenly sensation. she could roll around with him in this bed all day and never tire of this feeling.

with her legs bent on either side of him she hooks them around his lower half, heels digging into the backs of his thighs and urging him closer in an attempt to force him in. her body is so hot a part of her worries she'll over heat if she doesn't satiate the monstrous appetite of her burgeoning lust for him. her legs squeeze around him, strengthening their pull as she nuzzles the side of his head, pushing her body up against him as enticingly as she can. ]

Hey, if I say "please fuck me into next Tuesday", does that count?

[god, she can hardly endure the suspense, his fingers just aren't enough. she wants his thick, hard cock- and she wants it now.]

[not_so_hollow]

[God dammit. Ichigo should have known it was a fucking trap, and the hard draw of breath at the feeling of her mouth on his ear again is involuntary. This slow crawl of pleasure is making everything feel heightened. The way that her hips roll against his hand has his fingers pushing in just a little bit more, the sensation causing him to bite into his lower lip hard even though the motion of even that has the pain flaring up all over again.

"How big is it?" Ryuuko's breath hot against his ear, the fucking tone she has as she goes on with her both of her stupid sarcastic questions, he can't even describe the way all of that shoots straight through him like a bullet. The fact that those legs wrap around him like that and pull him in almost makes him feel lightheaded with pure need. That sensation makes it easy to blurt out his retort without a second thought, as he tips his head in to speak near her ear, voice hot and heavy.] It's huge, you asshole. [As he goes on, Ichigo's fingers withdraw from their mission to drive her insane, because really, it's only serving to drive him up the wall instead, and he moves his hand to grip the base of his aching cock so he can line their all too ready bodies up.]

I'm only gonna accept that 'cause you're fucking hot and I can't stand it.

[Anymore. He meant to say anymore at the end of that, but Ichigo's hips jutting forward so that he can slowly press in to that tight, mind blowing heat cuts off his thought process completely. By the time Ichigo's cock has stretched and filled her to the brim, he is panting against her neck already. Unlike the night before, he doesn't actually pause there this time, no, he has to move. He might not be willing to let this go to the fever pitch fucking they've already indulged in--he's still determined to make sure they have time to savor every fucking second, but there isn't anything hesitant in the way he draws almost all of the way out before rolling forward once again. Long, measured, deep strokes that already have him moaning low, as raises his head and turns it just enough to find her mouth with his.]

[nekked]

[ `It's huge, you asshole.`

Ryuuko grins, tingling with the anticipation of receiving this 'huge' log comprised of all her many alleged crimes against him. it's unfathomable, really, having gotten away without receiving due punishment for so long. it's just been absolute torture eating away at her. tearing her up inside to the point where she's become out of her mind desperate with the desire to put an end to her prolonged suffering. she can't stand it anymore. his words ignite her blood, cheeks flushed at the damning sentence of being too fucking hot to handle is delivered- the final draw of the mallet, before his cock seals the verdict.

godddd save her soul-- or don't. this act of 'discipline' is absolute bliss, she's convinced. she deserves it, after all, thoroughly addicted to the sweetest form of sin imaginable. nothing compares to this. it's even better than the first time around, the sensation of him filling her, stretching her to full capacity- it's so much more than she ever thought possible. her legs tremble around him, heels slipping against his thighs and her mouth falls open with a heavy cry of satisfaction.

oh but he doesn't stop there, reversing and repeating the motion to really drive his conviction home, his moans bleeding together with the hallelujah chorus blaring in her head. it feels as though she'd been waiting years and years to receive this final penalty, and now it's finally here, heavy and profound and everything she's convinced herself she deserves. she can feel him between her fingers- the ones still spreading herself wide open as he thrusts his dick in and out. it's so easy, her slick arousal coating his length and her fingers in abundance. there's something about the added friction that prompts Ryuuko to keep her hand there, some part of her wondering if that does anything at all for him apart from the simple fact that it's a little dirty and that makes it even hotter.

Ryuuko licks her lips.]

Am I really so unbearable? [glossing those wet lips over his she moans, hot breath spilling out into his mouth before she purposely turns her head beyond his reach.] Why don't you tell me? What a bad girl I am. [her teeth catch his ear by the lobe and she pinches the fleshy morsel with a tight, swift tug. testing his restraint. daring him to retaliate.

...... yeah, they're absolutely going to hell for this, sorry not sorry.]

[not_so_hollow]

[This. Fucking. Chick. She's going to straight up kill him, with her comments and the way she just keeps pushing him so far out of his comfort zone that he doesn't even know what a comfort zone is anymore. And the part where it's not even necessarily a bad thing is beyond fucking confusing to him. But... really, kinda welcome. Ichigo never, ever thought that he would be doing anything like this. Not in a million fucking years would a non-stop fuck session involving walls, hair pulling, biting, safe words and now some kinky ass fucking... dirty punishment talk?? land on his radar, let alone the part where he fucking wants it to stay on his radar. The knowledge that, upon a brief glimpse down when Ryuuko broke the kiss and found his ear, her hand is still down in between them, spreading herself apart while he fucks her slowly is just. Appallingly erotic to him.

As if Ichigo weren't blushing enough already, he fucking burns, probably with the fire of a thousand suns at this point, as he actually finds a retort and.... frighteningly easily. But he doesn't falter, and doesn't let himself stumble... because that wouldn't really suit trying to rise to yet another challenge issued by her.]

You're the fucking worst. Your ego is insane, you're rude, and the biggest fucking tease I've ever met to boot. You don't listen to a damn thing I tell you to do, either... [As Ichigo rolls his hips back until only the head of his cock is inside of her, he tips his head away to force her to release his ear, even though it stings to force the skin through her teeth. Then his free hand is coming up quickly, his palm pressing flat under her chin and fingers curling so he can hold her jaw firmly. The pace increases just a little as he presses back into her again, deeply and with a groan, before he goes on. Ichigo uses that grip to force her head back towards his so that they're nose to nose. Panting against her mouth again in between words, a stern frown as his heated gaze meets her's.]...like how you still refuse to shut that mouth of yours. I guess you're just gonna make me shut it for you then, huh...

[All it takes is one swift adjustment of his hand, and Ryuuko will find it clamped over her mouth. Loosely enough that she could easily tell him to cut it the fuck out, but firm enough that his point will be made. Also, it might save him from having to try to come up with more... Ichigo might have reached capacity for the time being on telling her what a bad girl she is, with all of that.

They're definitely going to hell. At least it will be together, though?]

[nekked]

[it's honestly just as much a surprise for her as it is for him, the fact that they've found themselves in this predicament... for what amounts to the third time... and in less than 24 hours. Ryuuko's natural inclination is to suppress her more carnal desires in favor of what's comfortable- which, is usually, nothing short of prudish. taking that into consideration, perhaps the biggest shock of all is how comfortable she feels. with him. next to him. under him. part of him, as he buries his cock deep within her pussy. stopping to think about it is too embarrassing, breaking her composure for the briefest of moments- before he begins hurling those insults in her face, inadvertently fluffing up that ego he's hell bent on besting. it's easy to forget all her own obsessive complications hidden within her personality when Ichigo's all too eager to pinpoint the 'problematic traits' that rile him most. he does all the hard work for her, honestly.

she laughs as he jerks his head free of her teeth, eyes practically shining with admiration for his spirited argument. there's just something extra fulfilling in being labeled The Biggest Fucking Tease someone has ever met. especially when that someone is Ichigo Too Bold For His Britches Kurosaki. what happens next is an absolute delight as he directs her chin in his hand with a firm, commanding hold. her fever spikes, becoming increasingly titillated as that more aggressive nature of his seeps to the surface bit by bit. it's definitely taking a bit of coaxing from her, but she can feel his patience dwindling with every hastened thrust.

'I guess you're just gonna make me shut it for you'

her eyes light up with expectation, anticipating what his next move will be- though it seems fairly obvious. with his mouth hovering so near to her own, she expects he'll seal them both with a kiss....

so color her surprised when the sudden imposition of his hand is clamping down over her mouth, muffling her shock as she grunts softly. her pupils appear to dilate in that same moment, the red in her cheeks darkening as her temperature skyrockets and her arousal steam rolls to the forefront. this is. hot. so fucking hot. way hotter than anything she could have imagined. if asked, she couldn't describe why precisely she is so incredibly turned on by his hand impeding her ability to speak, but she really fucking likes it. breathing out heavy through her nose she moans into the flesh of his palm, a wordless reply to the firm pressure he applies there. looks like he's definitely found the key to shutting her up- apart from the muted groans of pleasure that vibrate up through his fingers as his hips snap up against her repeatedly.

he's not the only one who's good with their hands, though. the fingers that have up until this point been spreading her labia for him slide inward to apply pressure against his cock as it pumps in and out, cinching in and looping around his girth with her thumb and forefinger to give and added layer of friction between them. at the same time, the hand that had buried itself somewhere in his hair draws back to play with her own breast, cupping and squeezing and teasing the nipple until it hardens. it's one hundred and ten percent intentional, showing him that even without her ability to speak, she can still tease the fuck outta him. and she's certain that even with his hand covering it- he'll be able to feel her smirk hidden away underneath.]

[not_so_hollow]

[So maybe Ichigo isn't done telling her how bad she is, cause here she fucking goes again. The pressure of her fingers wrapping around the base of his cock as he thrusts into her is intense, and fucking amazing, and Ryuuko will be able to watch as his jaw drops open with a heavy gasp for air. That just shoots fire back into the side of his face, which in turn pisses him off, and thus makes him forget about any self doubts.

It makes him seethe a little, too, that she has hands to play with her breast like that in between them, and he's stuck here, holding himself up with one arm and keeping her mouth shut with the other hand. He would sell his soul for even just one more limb right now, seriously. It leaves him with his mouth, and the position isn't exactly full of opportunities there, either. All Ichigo can really do it use his words and his teeth to try to drive her up the fucking wall like she is doing to him.

Since everything in the way Ryuuko reacted implies that the hand clamped over her mouth is a complete and utter turn on, Ichigo isn't worried anymore about applying pressure there. He is careful not to press too close to her nose as he tightens his grip on the lower half of her face and forces her head to the side. That way he can snarl into her ear, as he presses in as deep as her tight little body will let him. And then he stops.]

God dammit, you piss me off so fucking much.. You wanna be punished, you little shit? Really? That badly? [He pauses, so that he can bite down on the soft skin of her neck, just below her ear. Sharp enough for her to feel it, but certainly not as hard as last night's bite. Ichigo starts to move again, achingly slow as he releases it, panting hot against her neck.] Have it your way, Ryuuko. You've just sealed your fate.

[And in Ichigo's surprising fashion, he snaps his hips forward fast and hard, aiming to unravel the fuck out of her like he did the first time time. To hell with this sensual bullshit, he's not just going to fuck her into next Tuesday, he is going to pound her into the next year, and he isn't going to stop until she is coming hard and screaming under his hand. Then, and only then is he going to let himself get off. This is his win, and he will stop at nothing to achieve it. ]

[nekked]

[that reaction he gives is nothing short of entertaining, watching his jaw drop open at the unexpected surge of pleasure her fingers provide with just that little bit of pressure. she wants to ask him how good it feels on a scale of one to ten, but his hand covering her mouth spares him the added headache. she'll simply have to settle for watching his eyes light with fury at the sheer audacity of her proceeding to fondle herself in front of him. showing him precisely what he's missing by choosing to shut her up, instead. her eyes goad him, as if wordlessly commenting: this is what you wanted, isn't it? he doesn't have to deal with her mouth anymore but he still has to juggle the rest of her. she's got a reputation for misbehaving, of which he's well aware, so it really shouldn't come as any surprise. if he thought she'd be any different in bed than she is in the ring, then he's about to learn his lesson real quick.

or maybe, he'll teach her one?

her pulse quickens as her head is forced to roll to one side, humming a disgruntled sound-- but nothing proves quite as jarring as the sudden halt of his thrusts, that glorious pleasure train coming to a screeching halt. she whines impetuously, utterly devastated, as though he'd done her a personal offense. he can't stop now, things were finally about to get really fucking good!!

she doesn't quite know what to expect, as he resorts back to his verbal scolding before following it up with the physical repercussion of his teeth sinking into her neck. her voice trembles as he starts to move, measured and languid, a mere taste of what it could be. and just when she starts to resign herself to dwelling in this vindictive torture, Ichigo slams into her so hard and so fast he physically cripples her. the result is Ryuuko yelping into his hand, again and again as he rails her. her body sinks deeper into the mattress at the pinnacle of every thrust, a coarse stream of air hitting his fingers in shallow puffs as he knocks the breath right outta her.

damn him. will he stop at nothing to win? he was already bragging before he'd tasted victory and she can't imagine how big his head is gonna get after this if she comes first.

her arms and legs start to shake, stomach tightening as she tries to brace herself as best she can against every brutal blow. but he's so goddamn manic with how eagerly he aims to ram her clean off her fucking proverbial hinges-- she can't keep up. a concept that both angers and excites her like no other. to think he's this close to besting her--- the only thing that makes it worth it is how fanfuckintastic it feels. every second she's forced to endure is like heaven on earth and she'd sing his praises if it weren't for the hand keeping her mouth shut. hell, she sings them anyway, moaning into his palm with a ruthless conviction. he's relentless, and she soaks up every drop of enthusiasm he plies into her like a sponge, channeling it back at him in whatever methods possible. hooking her legs around his lower back she rocks her hips up to meet him, gyrating against him as best as she's able from this disadvantaged position. and god, what a fucking thrill, to be completely at his mercy.... she wishes they could go at it like this all day long. but her body is a fucking grenade waiting to go off and Ichigo is the pin.

it's only a matter of time before they both explode.]

[not_so_hollow]

[This punishment plan is seriously flawed, and Ichigo is so, so very aware of that fact as her moans vibrate against the palm of his hand and she starts to move her hips as much as his own lightning fast movements will let her. Maybe it's his own fault, for the slow build up he'd forced on the both of them... but he isn't inclined to be taking any of the blame for it.

Because he wasn't lying, when he told her that she is hot and he can't fucking stand it. Even before ever receiving that text from her last night, Ichigo has been fighting letting her seep into his mind like a goddamn infection and losing, miserably. He can't actually count the amount of cold showers he's taken after a fight with her--or if he is really honest with himself, nights of laying in bed drawing up the mental image of her in that fucking outfit, coming at him like a bat out of hell, while he jacks off. Because prude or not (though maybe that's a dubious title at best anymore, considering the current state of affairs), Ichigo is a teenager with raging hormones and he does do it.

Introspection aside, again, Ichigo can feel that needling pleasure building in the base of his spine as he pounds her into the mattress, and he knows that this is a dangerous game he is playing. But Ryuuko apparently likes to get fucked with an impossible intensity that would have anyone else in pain, so he has no qualms with upping the ante even more with each thrust into that addicting, tight heat. There's a small breathy 'hah' sound he lets out with each one, and Ichigo is sinking his teeth into her neck firmly to stop himself from doing it, cause he's almost worried that her hearing him pant that way will give away how close he is to undoing himself. The last thing he needs is for Ryuuko to find even one more thing to set him off, seriously.

Why, really, does every single thing about this girl have to be so fucking attractive to him? Ichigo is pretty sure that after this? He's gonna be straight up addicted to her. To fighting her, to being around her, to being inside of her like this. He never wants any of it to end, and the idea that he is just instantly this fucking devoted to the idea of never leaving her side is insane and terrifying to him.]

[nekked]

[to outright claim that Ryuuko was entirely oblivious to the ginger haired teen's attraction would be a lie. she'd caught his gaze slipping more than once, during their fights, to places it shouldn't. it's not something she could necessarily harp on him for, given she's the one putting herself on display voluntarily. it's no one's fault, really, it's the only way to keep a fair balance of power and control between a Kamui and it's wearer. too much clothing would limit their combined abilities, thus making it a necessary sacrifice. she doesn't expect him to fully embrace that logic, but it's the truth. there are scientific reasons backing the need to bare all that skin, which might even give her a bit of an advantage over her opponents, if she's being honest. it's not something she'd ever thought to manipulate in the past, only ever relying on brute strength and intuition. but there's likely been more than one occasion where she's won a fight by the skin of her teeth and a provocatively angled finishing blow. IT'S NEVER ON PURPOSE. BUT. WELL. it does happen. usually it's just a source of frustration or embarrassment, but whenever she'd glimpse Ichigo ogling, it sparked a different variety of emotion- to the point she'd behave in ways she thought might purposely draw his attention..... both on and off the field. however, it eventually became clear to her that subtle hints were lost on him- rebounding off that thick skull to smack her in the face. so she'd decided to take a more direct approach last night, and that certainly seems to have done the trick... considering he's still keen to hammer away at her the following morning.

if he hadn't of agreed to meet up last night she's not sure what she would've done to take the edge off. probably just. get off using her fingers, imagining they were his. y'know, the usual. thankfully, for the first time since she'd met him, she didn't have to pretend. but now she knows, absolutely nothing she could think to come up with could ever hold a candle to the real thing. the powerful slap of his hips, the deep harsh thrusts, Ichigo's husky moans fogging hot against her neck beside her ear. it's intoxicating to the point Ryuuko's almost sure she'll never make it out alive. it would be so easy to surrender. to let him win. she'd give him anything he asked for if it meant more of this. more of him pouring every inch of himself into the task of unraveling her.

but fuck. what if the only thing he's really after is the challenge? surely he has girls lining up to let him fuck them, even if he claims he 'isn't the type'. if they're not competing against one another here too, then what's the allure to keep him coming back around? he's got plenty of charm, but what does she have? she's spiraling and she doesn't have time for it. she's fucking doomed, at this rate, and she knows it. he's going to win, if this keeps up. as much as it pains her to acknowledge it- that too is rapidly consumed by the mounting pleasure trickling up the length of her spine. the worst part? she can't do a damn thing to slow that down or stop it.

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck. if she doesn't do something now, she doesn't stand a chance. her mind drifts to an idea that she's been stewing on for a minute now, the final ace up her sleeve.

sometimes, you just gotta grab a bull by the horns... or in this case, his balls.

in a last ditch effort to try and knock him off his game, the fingers on his cock shift back to very lightly stroke his balls in passing with a gentle, experimental caress. right down the middle. she doesn't know what she's expecting to happen, really. all she knows is if this doesn't somehow slow him down (or speed him up), she's fucking screwed. literally. and with his focus hopefully shifted elsewhere, Ryuuko uses that to her advantage to spread her lips open wide, taking his fingers into her mouth and sinking her teeth just above his knuckles as her tongue laps hot and furious at his fingertips. her eyes are darkly lit with heavy arousal as she watches him keenly for his reaction, whatever it may be. hoping and praying she somehow manages to outlast his fever pitched thrusts that are mere seconds away from driving them both over the edge.]

[not_so_hollow]

[Unfortunately, Ichigo has taken all of those subtle things Ryuuko has thrown his way at face value, just like he does with every other person who does anything remotely sexual in his life. He's so used to people like Yoruichi or Rangiku just being outright lewd and trying to get a reaction out of him just for the sake of torturing him that... he just assumed that Ryuuko was no different. Fuck, even the men in his life make comments just to make him turn red, so really? It wasn't so damn far-fetched that once again, it was just another person getting their enjoyment out of his prudish misery.

He couldn't have been more wrong, and... considering the nature of his own desires, now roaring to the surface in a way that is frankly almost frightening, he is thrilled with it. Because Ichigo has found himself fighting himself on his own thoughts ever since the first day he met Ryuuko. At first, it was a resistance game in generally just feeling like a pervert for objectifying her by looking in the first place--not that he ever really could have avoided looking considering how synchronizing with Senketsu works, but even still. Then, it turned into a game of trying not to pretend that the subtle hints and actions were on purpose, and that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Cause somehow, no matter what, it just didn't exactly feel right to be secretly masturbating to the thought of one's friends. Not to him.

So last night, receiving that text, he was both shocked and completely floored (after quite a few minutes of that back and forth banter and still not believing she was serious) to find out that he wasn't fucking crazy, that it wasn't just another person who was trying to get a rise out of him. Well... or that she was, all along, in the very sense that he both didn't expect but also wanted more than anything despite trying to let himself stay in denial about it.

And on that note, Ichigo has perpetually been in a fucking loop of the same thought since this entire thing started, inwardly hoping that if there are fucking Gods up there listening, that they don't wake him the fuck up from this insane dream. Because, like Ryuuko (unbeknownst to Ichigo), this is so much better than he had imagined. He never wants it to stop. He could literally stay in this bed all day, he could stay inside of her like this for an eternity and then some. Ichigo doesn't think he can ever tire of it, even if everything she does pisses him off to no end, or results in his complete and utter humiliation. Humiliation that, in and of itself, is fucking arousing on a profoundly deep level... and for the millionth time tonight, he's finding that he isn't sure what to do with this sudden news about himself.

And humiliated is exactly what Ichigo is about to be. Ryuuko is like a fucking whirlwind that knows what he is thinking--still convinced of that shit too and especially now, as she finds not just one thing to fucking set him off, but two. The shift of her hand, the touch of her soft hand against his balls has him gasping in surprise as he pounds into her, and despite the fucking screaming he does at himself inside of his own head to stop, his hips move with a mind of their own, the power of each thrust just reaching a frantic pace.

What does him in though, despite every fucking 'stopstopstopmoving--pull out!' that is booming in his mind, is the way Ryuuko takes his fingers into his mouth like that. The feeling of her teeth, the hot fucking sweep of her tongue, it's pathetic, its ridiculous, but that. That is what finishes him off. Ichigo can't stop it, liquid fire is pooling in his groin as he curses at her vehemently.]

G-god dammit! Haaah f-fuck you Ryuuko!!

[The groan near her ear is loud, it's heavy, and it just serves to piss him off more to hear his own voice as he reaches his fucking peak. Despite the fucking swear, the words he'd so confidently thrown at her. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. Fuck her. Fuck her and her irresistible. Fucking. Bullshit. This is complete and utter bullshit. Ichigo is biting into that spot he'd already been working his teeth over, sharp and hard as he manages just one more thrust before emptying himself inside of her once again. First A-fucking-gain. He can feel the heat in his ears, a terrible, horrible combination of his orgasm overheating him and the absolute humiliation already seeping in to his entire being as he loses this fight, this game with each fucking spurt of come.

Fuck her. Fuck her so much.]