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[buckingham]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

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[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.]