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[buckingham]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

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[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.]