Bunny🫐

❝ wrongfully hesitating, I swear I would never.❞

➴ ˗ ˏˋLyn or bunny ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

✿˖° 21 ₊⊹⁀➴ she/her

✿˖° Bleach (anime)

✿˖° The last of us (game)

The water was loud. Louder than the cold crisp air that kissed your rosie cheeks. It was soothing though. Dangerous but so soothing and drowning all the pain you’ve been dealing with.

There you were, crouching on a decent rock in the middle of an on going river stream. In the middle of winter, snow covering everything else around you. But it wasn’t cold enough to freeze the moving water around you. You couldn’t help but continue to stare at the water beneath you, looking past your reflection because the last thing you wanted to see was yourself.

Your hand began to move, your finger tips barely touching the rippling water. “What are you doing, kid?” It made you pause your movements, the tip of your middle finger barely getting brushed by the cold water. You looked away for a brief second, your eyes glancing over at Joel who stood across from you. One hand holding his hand gun and the other on his hip.

“Nothing.” You sighed, a cloud of your warm breath kissing the cold air slipping past your lips. You stood up on the rock, a small groan coming from your throat from the small ache of being crouched for so long. You looked at the gap between the land and the rock you stood on — there was a big chance you’d fall on the water.

Joel must’ve noticed it because you heard him sigh. You saw his figure from your peripheral move around, he was putting his handgun on the waistband of his jeans, on his back. Pulling his jacket over it to cover it up. “Here.” He mumbled, making you look up from the water to his outstretched hand.

You took a step back, wanting to create some wind with the small steps of running on the rock to jump. You grabbed onto Joel’s forearm and he grabbed you firmly, pulling you in by your backpack. Your feet squishing the snow beneath you and making a crunchy sound.

“Thanks.” You nodded, your lips moving into a tight lip smile. Your small and really only way of expressing gratitude towards the older man. Joel just nodded, his hands carefully adjusting your backpack and jacket.

Joel was concerned for you and that was just a lot coming from a man like him. It wasn’t like you’re talkative and energetic but you were more quieter than before and you seemed to be tuning out anything around you except for his voice. The only source of relief for him was just being able to hear your footsteps five feet away from his.

He fumbled with his calloused fingers, glancing at the snow beneath him and then looking up ahead of him to make sure no one or nothing was around. Joel had a hard time expressing himself with Sarah before, he was grateful that his daughter did it for the both of them back in those times.

But you weren’t Sarah, nor were you his daughter. You were no where near that sort of relationship. But there was a thin line between it, a concerning line that he wasn’t sure he should worry about in an apocalypse. Joel just knows that he cares about you, enough that he’s become more selfish with the world.

His lips parted, a small breathe coming out as he tried to began speaking but you cut him off before he could say anything.

“How do you do it?” You sounded distressed. Joel could practically already envision your facial expression from your voice.

He turned to look at you. You stood there but you weren’t looking at him, you were looking at your knife. The blood was still wet but it was no longer dripping. Your hold on it was tight but he could see that it was shaking, you made it seem like it was tied to you. Like you weren’t able to let it go and let it fall on the pile of snow.

“Do what?” Joel slightly cringed at himself, he didn’t mean too but his question came out harsh. Maybe it was his fading southern accent but he wanted to sound more sincere, careful.

“How do..” your eyebrows twitched, furrowing downwards. “-how do you just end someone’s life and go on without thinking about it?”

Joel’s eyes, they softened a little bit. He took a couple steps closer to you and took the knife away from your grip, you didn’t try getting it back. “I don’t let myself.” But Joel didn’t want you to become like him, he didn’t need you to become like that.

Quietly, Joel pulled you in for a hug. It felt peculiar, being in his strong arms. Being engulfed in a vulnerable way and not because he’s trying to hide you away from danger or corner you into a wall while he listens to movement. In the moment, you couldn’t help but wonder if this felt weird to him too.

But then his grip on you got tighter and you felt like he was crushing away at something you didn’t know you built. Your arms slowly moved to hug him back and it felt even more off — you haven’t hugged anyone for years. No one has hugged you in years. Such an innocent act, a simple gesture became so rare.

The idea of a hug becoming so rare started to make your eyes tear up because you began to think about the last time you did get hugged. Now it was your arms that were beginning to hug Joel tighter, your face resting on his broad chest. You wished Joel smelled like all those cliche books you’ve read; like wood, musk, possibly faded cigarettes. But he smelt dirty, raw and gross. The smell of reality.

While you cried on Joel’s chest, he began to think about the last time he hugged Sarah. He always pushed it in the back of his mind but he’d also think of all the possibilities he could’ve done to change the outcome. As a father, Joel began to think about all the times he scolded Sarah or sent her to her room instead of just pulling her in for a hug when they both needed it.

Again, Joel knew you weren’t his daughter. You weren’t his adopted daughter either, you’ve both done enough things to scratch that idea off. It could be the age gap, his brain is fully developed and he thinks maturely and entirely different while your brain is almost done being developed and you act differently than him. But sometimes he feels paternal towards you and he knows you sometimes need him in that way.

Joel moved to kiss your head, he could hear your sniffles as you began to calm your crying. You pulled away, your hands swiping away at the tears that rested on your cheeks. “Why do you let me?” You questioned with a sniff.

“You’re not me. I can’t let you get like that.” He shook his head, Joel’s hands moved down to grip your shoulders. “If you need to cry every time you take a life because it was either you or them, do so.” He advised, his other hand wiping away another tear. “You don’t want to become heartless towards things that shouldn’t have that reaction.”

You nodded but you couldn’t help but scoff, you rubbed your eye with the bottom of the palm of your hand. “You’re making me sound like a cry baby.” “That’s because you are.” Joel chuckled, earning a small shove from you.

“Jackass.” You mumbled.

“Common, we gotta get going.”

You weren’t even sure that you were fully awake but your body moved along the way Orihime wanted you too. Up to the point of your hips rocking against her hands, two fingers already deep inside your warm cunt. Your own hand gripping the bed sheets beneath you, tired whines and moans coming from your parted lips, your eyes shut tight. “Inoue..” you whimpered, almost sound like you were whining to her about her morning actions.

Orihimes chin rested on your shoulder, her eyes intently watching your body and how it moved alongside her. Her mouth slightly watering at your nipples perking up beneath your shirt. “Yes my love?” She whispered quietly, sounding absolutely distracted. Her fingers kept plunging into you, a non-stop rhythm. Not too fast nor too slow, just enough to increase your wetness and to have your hips moving for something more.

You swallowed, followed by a shaken breath as you spoke. “Don’t.. don’t you think it’s too early for this?” You moaned, your hands tightening its grip on the bedsheets. Orihime began to curl her fingers, meeting your hips and thrusting up each time you rolled them down. Her palm hitting against your clit, the wetness of your cunt increasing and flustering you. Your chest heaving.

Huffing out some air, your hand came up and you began fanning yourself. Your other hand was holding your hair up in a makeshift ponytail, hoping that whatever wind that passed by with a miracle would cool off the sweat that was forming on your heated skin.

It was supposed to be spring - fresh air, cold breeze, flowers blooming. But instead it felt like summer was coming early — the suns rays coming in extra hot, more crunchy leaves on the ground and too many people in one setting just for some cold artificial air.

It was off putting and it put you in a bad mood. You were never one for this kind of weather, you preached more for the colder seasons; Autumn, winter, fall. The kind that had you wearing at least a sweater outside. But karakura town had other ideas for this spring and it was unbearable.

The only good thing about this crappy ass weather? Walking every sunset with Ichigo to the convenient store nearby your houses. He walked beside you, his hands stuffed into the pocket of his jeans.

Usually, these walks would be filled with conversation. Nonsense mostly coming out of you and his occasional dilemmas, but this sunset evening was different. It was the first one after two weeks. The routine didn’t stop because you both had an argument or a fallout, it was impossible for you both to be separated even after a disagreement. People around you say it must be the pros of being childhood friends.

The routine stopped because those two weeks prior, you got hurt badly by a hollow while doing your duty as a substitute soul reaper in KaraKura town. It wasn’t because you were careless or reckless, you got the hollow but unfortunate events happened. As it died, the hollows sharp hand cut through you.

You never thought you’d feel nothing. You heard the shouting from Ichigo, you saw as the world around you felll down along with you. Everything felt so muffled and you wished it stayed like that but; “I love you, please don’t die.” And his heavy breathing were the most clearest things you’ve ever heard.

Your eyes stayed on him. You felt something move, you weren’t sure if it was your body or your lips. You just knew that you were in his arms, that your body never did hit the ground. You passed out after that.

It took a week for you to wake up and then another week for you to heal. Two weeks. The entire time span felt numb to you, not because it was painful or you were depressed or hard on yourself for letting such an incident happen. It just kept constantly replaying in your mind - “I love you, please don’t die.” “I love you.” “I love you.” “I love.” “I”

His voice, it’ll pop up at random times in your days. You’ll be aimlessly doing something and his heavy breathing will tickle your ears and then his scared voice will come through, and you’ll hear those words over and over again — Enough times that it began to harm your body; your heart racing, your cheeks turning pink and your hands getting sweaty.

You tried avoiding Ichigo too after you got better. He’ll come knocking at your door, asking if you’re ready to hang out with him, walk to the convenient store and eat some ice cream. You were good at making up excuses the first week, but now you’re here -

— Walking beside him, silently. Trying to avoid his eyes, looking everywhere but the space he was taking over. Ichigo knew this, he was letting it happen. He was giving you your space but it was becoming intangible, he needed to hear your voice, to hear your nonsense of thoughts and conversations.

You paid attention to the sun setting over the river, smiling at yourself a little. Your left hand was still at it, holding your hair up and your right hand fanning your heated skin. You knew you were just overworking your body by fanning yourself but it felt nice for those couple of seconds. The water sparkled, it looked cold. You had the urge to jump in.

You wanted all your senses to be occupied with the river and sun setting but your ears were too caught up with ichigos footsteps. You noticed when he stopped walking but you decided to walk ahead a couple of inches, expecting him to follow along. When you didn’t hear his footsteps talking with your own, you finally stopped.

You looked beside you and saw an empty spot, you turned to look back and you saw Ichigo looking at you. His brows furrowed and his lips tight, he was ready to tell you something. You fully turned yourself to face him, your eyebrow raising. “What is it?”

He chewed on his bottom lip. It must’ve been a new habit for him, you’ve never seen him do that. You questioned yourself about when he picked that up, he typically didn’t have a habit when he was nervous. The most being of him dozing off, too caught up in his own thoughts.

“I know you heard me.”

It was a vague sentence but you wouldn’t be in the position of your life right now if you didn’t understand Ichigo to the fullest. You know what he meant. You swallowed and then you breathed out, your lips parted, it was moving faster than your brain. You shut your lips together right after that because you didn’t have a response yet.

You tried to scoff it off, your hand coming to scratch your eyebrow. “You didn’t mean it, it was in the heat-” Ichigo began walking towards you with determination, he stopped right in front of you and grabbed your arm. Placing it on his chest, right where his beating heart was resting.

His heart was beating fast.

“I meant it.”

You stuttered out sounds, your lips parting and then closing. You licked your lips, “ I- you- would’ve said it to anyone in that situation.” No he would not, you knew that. You had to lie, you had to convince yourself he would have. You couldn’t make yourself feel special, not when you knew more than he did.

“I would not.” He frowned down at you. Ichigos hand was firmly holding yours in place, he was making sure you could feel his beating heart. He wanted you to know that you make him feel like that, just by merely being around him.

He was also confused on why you were denying his feelings towards you. Especially after you said it back to him before fainting. Your last words to him - “I love you.” Was your last breath. You felt the same, so why were you denying the obvious to him.

You shook your head again, you tried to get your hand off his chest but Ichigo had a strong hold. He wasn’t budging. You sighed, “Ichigo, common. If it was anyone else you truly cared about, in your arms, in the same position as I, you would’ve said it.”

“I would no-”

“Ichigo, Y/N!?”

You recognized that all too feminine, soft yet high pitched voice anywhere. Your eyes widened and your heart dropped. In quick haste, while Ichigo was distracted by Inoue, you pried your hand off his chest and away from his grasp. You took a couple steps back and inches away from Ichigo before turning around and facing inoue, you gave her a big smile and a wave. Tatsuki was with her too, she was eating an ice cream cone but she waved as well.

Reaching the convenient store, your body was pulled into a hug by the orange haired girl. She squeezed you tight and wiggled you around, whining about how worried she was about you and that she’s glad you’re feeling better now. You could hide it but being hugged, squeezed and being wiggled around hurt a lot on your ribs. You were still healing, having bruises now.

Ichigo could see the wince in your face despite you smiling it away. Playing it off, he chuckled while placing his hand on Inoue’s shoulder. “Lay off her would you? Her bruises are still healing.” Inoue quickly pulled away and began straightening out your clothes, rambling apologizes. “Oh I’m so sorry! Why didn’t you say you’re still hurting?!”

You chuckled airily, your hands gently pushing Inoue’s hands away from your body and clothes. “It’s not that serious of an injury, I think ichigos just being a little strict.”

That’s when you saw it — what you see every time. When Inoue’s eyes meet ichigos and she becomes a little breathless, a little more self aware. It’s a routine, she gasps and her face begins dusting pink and she becomes a bit more shy despite knowing Ichigo for so long and getting closer to him as the years go by.

It’s when it begins replying in your mind; “if I had ten life’s, I think I would fall in love with Ichigo ten times.” Her soft voice drifting by your ears like wind.

You cleared your throat, trying to distract yourself. “How about I go buy us the ice creams and you stay here chatting it up?” You looked up at Ichigo with a smile, patting his back. “You want coffee or vanilla?”

He looked down at you, starring at you quietly. You saw how his eyes shifted, how they looked at your eyes and then your lips, then back up to your eyes. “Coffee.” He answered, his eyebrows furrowed while he stared at your eyes. You didn’t give him the time to read you, you spun around and entered into the convenient store.

The bells sang as you opened the doors, “welcome in!- oh, y/n!” You looked over at the cashier and smiled. “Mizu!” You called out happily. “You work here now?” Mizuiro nodded with a smile, “yep!” You leaned over the counter, a smirk forming. “Does this mean I get discounts?”

Mizuiro chuckled. He shrugged his shoulders and gave you a lopsided grin, “I don’t know, possibly. I tend to give pretty girls discounts anyway.” You gasped, your body leaning off the counter. “Are you calling me pretty?” You began twirling your hair around your finger. “You’re a sight to admire.” He answered.

You hummed. You gave Mizuiro a smile before turning around and heading to the cooler where all the ice cream was stored. “You here with Ichigo?” He called out, you answered with another hum. “You see him through the windows?” You called back out, reaching for your ice cream flavor.

“Yeah, see him talking to Inoue and Tatski.” You sighed, reaching for the coffee flavor ice cream. “Yep.” You closed the cooler and walked towards the cashier counter, “you know, it’s interesting watching Ichigo. He looks at people so differently.” Mizuiro scanned the ice creams, looking up at you with a smile. “Don’t you agree?”

“He does?” You tilted your head, your eyebrows furrowing. Mizuiro passed you the ice creams, nodding his head. “Yeah, but he looks at you much differently compared to the rest of us.”

Your heart raced, you grabbed the ice creams. “What? What do you mean.” “I mean..” Mizuiro glanced over at Ichigo and then back at you. “He looks at you with a strong emotion. Like, you’re a special flower or something.” He rambled, “I don’t know, with love.”

You squeezed your ice cream hard, the plastic crinkling. You began nervously laughing, shaking your head. “Oh please! You’re talking about Ichigo.” “I know who I’m talking about.” He chuckled airily, smirking. “You stare at him just the same way.”

You froze, “I do not.”

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When you stepped outside the store, the twinkling bells singing behind you. Ichigo noticed you became more quiet, you seemed occupied with your thoughts but you were still alarmed about the real world. Handing him his ice cream but not really looking at him.

You both bid your farewell to the girls, you more so quieter than him and began walking back. You were walking a little slower and when Ichigo fully paid attention to you, he noticed you were doing everything slower. Your ice cream was melting in the plastic and slowly meeting on your skin.

You were really in your thoughts, what even happened in the store? Ichigo couldn’t watch you through the windows because Inoue was rambling on about odd pairs of food.

Ichigo stopped walking when you stopped. You stared at your ice cream, intently, but you weren’t really paying attention to it. You weren’t bothered at the fact that the sweetness was getting to your hands and that eventuality it’ll get sticky. You chewed on your bottom lip before starring up at Ichigo.

Ichigos full attention was on you. He was ready to listen and to answer you or to just take your silence. He couldn’t care about his ice cream anymore.

Your lips parted, “do you really love me?” Your voice was quiet, like you were scared for the answer and you are. You didn’t know which one you wanted to hear. You knew which one your stomach might flip for but you didn’t know if you would feel the same.

“I do.” Ichigo confirmed, sternly.

“O-oh god,” you breathed out, your head leaning back after you looked at Orihime through the screen of your phone.

The woman was in between your thighs, fully devouring you like a starving woman and her one demand for the night was that you record it. When you first heard the order, you perked up and nodded so excitedly. Already growing wet from the thought of recording your doings together but you didn’t think it would be so hard.

Each time her tongue lapped between your folds and up at your clit, your hand shook and the camera wouldn’t focus properly. You earned a slap on your cunt because of it, making you jump and whine in the process before having to hold the camera with both hands. You found the task so difficult, especially when you’d look at your screen and just saw Orihime and how much she was having fun eating you out. You almost came a few times just from the view and Inoue knew. She’s studied your body, inside out, Orihime knows what drives you insane and what doesn’t.

Huffing out a breath, you placed your weapon over your shoulder, relaxing your tense body. You turned to look over at Ichigo, giving him a big toothy grin. “See, that wasn’t so hard-”

His eyes widened, before he could fully process anything he moved on instinct, already yelling out your name and moving to push you out the way of the hollows attack. But just as his instincts kicked in, so did yours. By the time you were in his arms, pinned down on the ground with him protecting your body — your weapon already stabbed through the hollow that appeared behind you. His own zanpaktuō hitting thin air as the hollow evaporated, his tense body trembling from the mere thought of loosing you.

Ichigo looked down over at you, his eyes still widened and his pupils shaking. He observed your entire face, noting if there was even a scratch on you. You were stunned, you looked up at him with your own widened eyes. Your hands resting on either side of your head, your weapon a few inches away from you after the impact of Ichigo tackling you down. You swallowed before your hands reached up to grab his shoulders. “I’m okay.” You reassured, lightly pushing him off of you.

He sat across from you, starring at the space where the hollow and you stood. The scene repeating in his mind — how easy and simple he could’ve lost you. You stared at him in concern, your arm reaching over to grab your weapon while you sat up on the grass. “Hey,” you called out softly, trying to bring his gaze onto you. But Ichigo wasn’t budging, his heart was thumping and his ears were ringing, the trembling in his body didn’t stop. He was already anxious prior to the incident; you both were just fighting a partnered Hollow. He kept making sure you weren’t getting hurt, even if in the back of his mind he knew you can handle yourself. His body was already tense.

“Ichigo.” You called out, already moving to sit on your knees in front of him. Your hands grabbing his face. “Hey,” you called out in a soft whisper. “Hey, I’m right here. I’m all right.” You reassured once more, smiling at him. “Not a scratch on me. ” Ichigo stared at you, diluted eyes inspecting you once more. Making sure every beauty mark was in the same spot. You sighed, realizing he wasn’t buying it or was still in that fight or flight mode.

You grabbed his hand, bringing it close to your chest and pressing it against where your heart rested. Letting him feel your calm heart beat. “See..” you said lightly, smiling at him. “I’m fine, I’m alive, you can stop being anxious.”

Ichigo sighed but you weren’t sure if it was out of relief, especially when he looked at you with his scowl. His thin eyebrows furrowed downwards, making them look sharper than they naturally already do. “You can’t just turn your back when you’re fighting.” He advised roughly. “You always keep your eyes on the enemy.” You scoffed, your eyes rolling at his lecture. You know it came from his fear of loosing you but it was rather… tedious, hearing it each time there was a close call.

“Seriously Y/n, what if you got injured? What if I didn’t move on time? What-” you shut off his rambles by diving into him and hugging him tightly. Your head resting on his chest. “Have you forgotten that my entire motivation is that I have to be better than you?” You mumbled, smirking a little. “I can’t have you being my hero every time something inconvenient happens.” You informed.

You leaned back to look at Ichigo, his eyebrows softened a bit but his lopsided frown was still plastered on his lips. “Seriously Ichigo, what are the possibilities that we are both destined for this but I have to rely on you to save me?” You asked the rhetorical question with a raised eyebrow. “That wouldn’t make me a good shinigami.”

“I train twice as hard so that I can be better and stronger than you.” You patted his shoulder, still smirking while you stood up from the grass. Helping Ichigo up while he scoffed. “Stronger than me?” He questioned. You nodded, smiling. “Mhm!”

You held onto his hand tightly while you began walking, you could still feel it tremble. It made you guilty, feeling just how anxious he gets at the mere sight of you almost getting hurt. But you also melted, being able to physically feel the damaged it causes him. While you walked ahead of him, Ichigo stared at you. He was taking in every part of you, like he needed to remember you for centuries. Your hair, your back, your curves, the sun reflecting off of you. How your hand felt in his. Everything.

When you made it back to your shared apartment, you interlinked back with your body. Slouching onto the couch with a big sigh, your body aching. You watched Ichigo, the way he haunted around the living room. He was watching you but not getting close to you, he was thinking — that you knew. But about what? You weren’t sure but you had an idea. Sighing, you stood up and saunter over to him, your eyes looking up at him past your long eyelashes.

“Ichigo, get out of your head.” Your hands reached to grab his, placing them on your waist before letting go of them and moving to grab the collar of his shirt. You brought him down, pressing your soft lips against his. Ichigo was many things but having to say what he needed wasn’t one of them. And he needed the physical contact, the epiphany that you were truly there and nothing happened to you.

He melted instantly, his hands gripping your waist tightly and pulling you closer. Kissing you in ways that left you both dazed. When you pulled away, you both looked into each other’s eyes. “I’m okay, stop living in the future that doesn’t exist and be here with me.” You brought him to the couch, making him lay on it and let his head rest on your lap.

You began brushing his hair, starring down at him while he stared up at you. His own hand coming up to caress your face, “I love you.” He whispered. You smiled, kissing the palm of his hand. “I love you.”

You sucked in your breathe, your nails already digging into his shoulder blades. “Ichigo-!” You gasped in a small panic, your eyes looking up at him in small fear. It wasn’t exactly hurting, it was just barely the inch slipping in. It just sorta.. stung. It made your face scrunch up. Ichigo - who was having a hard time already but not because it was also discomforting for him, but because just the tip was in and he could feel how incredible you felt wrapped around him.

Hovering above you, Ichigos hand tightly gripped the sheets beside your head. He looked at you with the best sincere he can give while his body was being overtaken by such a new feeling. “I know.. I know..” his voice was strained, slightly cracking when he added another inch in. “It’ll go away, I promise.” He whispered down at you. His pupils were dilated and his cheeks were flushed. Every part of his body was tense, trying his hardest to be patient.

You groaned once more, your body slightly trying to run away from the pinch. “It stings.” You whined quietly, looking back up at him after opening your eyes from shutting them after the new inch added. “I know, I know,” ichigo repeated once more, groaning afterwards. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, letting his lips rest on it for a second. His eye shut closed when he slide in another inch, he was desperate to go all in at once but he knew that was wrong. He needed you to feel just the same pleasure he was feeling. “I’m sorry, I really am.” Ichigo gasped out, groaning again. “I’ll make it go away soon, I promise.”

Adding a new inch in, Ichigo lowered himself again to capture your lips. Kissing you in ways that always blurred your mind, had you whimpering against his lips. Your hands traveled up to the nape of his neck, the other moving higher to grip his hair softly. You were loosing your breath, panting heavily against his lips. Ichigos left hand traveled low, down your tummy, down to where you both were connecting. His fingers went in between your folds and began slowly rubbing your clit.

You pulled away in a gasp, your eyes widening up at him before you abruptly moaned and rolled your head back on the pillow. Your back slightly arching when Ichigo added his last remaining inches. Feeling your warm cunt, the way it tightly wrapped around his dick, he couldn’t help but lightly growl. Breathing heavily, Ichigo leaned back to stare. Stare at the way your body squirmed because of his fingers touching you, stare at your cunt and how his dick just vanished into it. “There you go,” he rasped, his voice somehow getting deep. “You took me all in.” He whispered, his eyes never leaving your cunt.

You couldn’t respond, not when his fingers kept rubbing and his entire length was filing you up and doing things to you without him even thrusting yet. You felt like he was intruding, all you could feel was him. It stung but it was hard to focus on that when your clit was being stimulated by his slender calloused fingers. Ichigo moved to hover over you again, his right arm resting against your head, holding him up. He didn’t touching you, “I’m going to start moving okay?” His voice was huskier, his eyes more diluted. And despite his cheeks looking so flushed, Ichigo did not look the least bit flustered. He looked like he needed something desperately.

You simply nodded your head, your small whimpers giving him an answer. You braced for the movements, your hands reaching to grip the sheets and your eyes began to close shut. Sucking in a breath. Ichigo used that time to crumble, now that you weren’t looking at him he felt like his could shut his eyes and whimper from how good you felt. Even the slightly movement of his hips had him gripping the sheets tightly, the veins slightly forming on his forearm.

Slowly, he pulled himself out and pushed himself back in. Going out inch by inch, carefully, slowly, especially when you were still groaning in small discomfort. Once he was capable of pulling all the way out and pushing himself all the way back in, that’s when your nails began to slightly loosen on his shoulder blades and your groans of discomfort started morphing into small moans.

“There you go.” Ichigo mumbled, refusing to let you hear how shaken he sounds. He knows you could probably feel his body trembling, he can’t hide that from you. “Does it still hurt?” Your eyes were still shut and your lips were occupied in moaning, you shook your head against the pillow. Trying your hardest to at least murmur out a ‘no’ while he began thrusting in and out of you. “Feels good?” Ichigo panted, a small smirk coming into play when he realized how fast you were letting go with each new thrust. You nodded, your thighs tightening around Ichigos hips.

“I’m going to go a little bit more faster, okay?” licking his lips, ichigos eyes moved away from your face and down to your cunt. Watching himself disappear into you and watch a small bulge form on your lower belly, it made his eyes widen. Ichigo didn’t think he was that big. He looked back up at your face, waiting for your approval. “Ichigo-” you gasped out, your eyes fluttering to open up.

He looked up at your eyes, absolutely entranced by how dilated they look. How much darker they seemed even though you were both in his room with the lights off. Your face was fully flushed, slightly glistening from the sweat that was forming. He was down bad for you, just the sight of you like that had him moaning for you. Ichigo doesn’t think he can last any longer, he’s surprised he lasted longer than ten seconds.

“K-keep looking up at me like that.” Voice cracking, Ichigo gripped the bed sheets better. Using it as support while he began thrusting faster and a little rougher, the mattress beneath you both beginning to squeak. “Oh fuck,” he whimpered out breathlessly. You felt like you needed to close your eyes again, the pleasure overwhelming and you needed some kind of support.

It was hard to close your lips, they kept parting to whine or whimper. You knew you didn’t need to be quiet, you were in his apartment where he lived alone. But the situation felt intimate, you felt like you needed to be quiet, the task just seemed difficult when Ichigos dick was thrusting into your cunt likes he done this before. Your hands let go of his hair to travel back down to his back, your nails digging into his soft scarred skin. “My god-” you whined out, a small sob slipping past your lips.

Ichigo was finding his rhythm, you could feel it. “Ichigo!” You moaned, your nails digging in deeper, your thighs closing around his hips tighter. “Oh fuck, fuck!” You gasped out, your eyes moving down to stare at your cunt and his dick being shoved in. “Nu-uh.” Ichigos hand came to grab your jaw, making you move your head back up to look at him. “You’re looking at me.” Even with his voice cracking and getting strained, he sounded demanding. It made you wet, you could hear it whenever he thrusted back in.

You sobbed out, your eyes beginning to water a bit. “Too much-” “take it, please, I need you too!” He groaned. He felt his grip getting tighter on your jaw, he let go to grip the bed sheets. Not at all wanting to hurt you in that way. “My god, Y/n,” he gasped, he felt it, his brink. “Fuck you feel so good.” He growled. The feeling was becoming too much, he leaned down to the crook of your neck. One of his hands moving to grip your under thigh.

“Fuck, you feel it don’t you,” he rasped against your ear. His voice husky. “You feel how good you’re taking me.” His heavy breathing tickled you but you couldn’t for the life of you focus on that, you couldn’t even exactly focus on his words when you were practically cumming on his dick. Your body tensing. “Ichigo please!” You whined, your body arching. “Taking me so well,-” he moaned, sounding just as needy as you. “Common, cum for me, I need it.”

“I need it bad, please Y/n.” He pleaded, his own mind dazed. He began kissing your neck, licking your sweating skin. Kissing and sucking, he needed all his senses to be filled with you. His hand that was somewhat still soaked in your juices, traveled up from your hip to your nipples. He began playing with your boob, groping them a little aggressively and flicking your nipple with his cold somewhat wet fingers. It was overstimulating you, making you become moaning wet mess.

You couldn’t even warn him, you came from the overwhelming feeling. Your body tensing up and loosening a second after, flopping on the bed and tiredly whimpering. Ichigo came soon after, pulling out in time and coating your cunt in his cum. Something about seeing your eyes roll back in pleasure and watching you go silent while you unravel because of his doing brought him to the edge.

You both were panting heavily on his bed - you laying flat on the mattress and Ichigo sitting on his knees. His body glistening from sweat and his throat dry. His eyes were still dilated while he watched you but he had the biggest smile on his face. “Not too bad for my first time huh?”

“Don’t you think you’re giving her too much work?” Your hand moved to grasp his shoulder, mumbling beside him while you watched petals of cherry blossoms fly above you both. Your eyebrow raised. “Nonsense.” Shusui waved off your concern, his arms crossing across his chest. Eyeing the way the petals fell. “It could be so much more elegant than this.”

Sighing, you rolled your eyes at your husband before looking back. Your eyes eyeing up the tower where his lieutenant stood. “That’s enough, Nanao, you’re good to go!” You called out, offering the annoyed woman a smile. She huffed and dropped the basket with no remorse, leaving the area quickly. Your gazed move towards Shunsui, giving him a look. “Don’t you think it’s a bit too much having blossoms appear at your arrival.”

“A man can’t be theatrical?” Shunsui moved his attention towards you, his hands grabbing your hips. Pulling you closer with a smile. “A captain surely should be more..” you hummed, trying to find the word. “Practical.” He hummed, deep and raspy before his eyebrow raised up in amusement, dipping down to kiss you.

Your hands held his biceps, squeezing them tightly from your flustering state. Kissing him back hesitantly at first before slowly melting into it. Your shoulders slumping and your grip on his loose. When he pulled away, he didn’t let much space in, his forehead touching yours. You breathed out, eyelashes fluttering open, looking up at him past them. “I don’t think you should do that while on duty.” You mumbled, a little dazed. Your hands never letting go of his biceps.

“Why not?” Shunsui questioned, his head tilting. “It’s not like anyone can see you.” And it was true, his entire body covered you up pretty good, his broad shoulders, the pink cloak that hung over them. You were well hidden. “Still..” you whispered, your hands coming back to your sides. “You shouldn’t be distracting yourself when you’re needed at any second.”

“But you’re my wife.”

The title was still fairly new, so new that the mere mention of it still made you flush pink and become a little shy. You dipped your head, your eyes focused on your feet. “I know that but, we’re wearing our uniforms...” Your eyes then focused on his arms, the ones that were outstretched because his big hands were holding your hips. His tan skin getting complimented by the hot pink of his cloak. You saw the viens appear when he begin pulling you flush against him, making you gasp.

“Are you-” Shunsui raised his thick, strong eyebrow at you. “- a mere squad member, ordering me — a captain on how to do my job?” You groaned, trying to pry yourself off of him, knowing fully well what he was trying to lead into with this act. “Shunsui.” You warned. A small sound of struggle slipping past your lips, your hands reaching for his wrists, trying to get his hands to let go of your hips. But if anything, it just felt like his grip grew tighter.

“I’m not ordering you to do anything.” You said strictly in a hushed whisper, your eyes looking up at his with furrowed brows. “I’m just suggesting that maybe you don’t get so side tracked with simple things that can be handled afterwards.” “You’re not a simple thing.” He rasped, leaning closer to you. “You’re my wife.” Shunsui always said it with such pride, a purr in his tone. Like it turns him on calling you his wife. “And I’ll remind you just that.”

Your eyes widened, your head already moving to shake side to side while you began to somewhat run away from his grip. You don’t get too far however, merely an inch before Shunsui picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. “Shunsui please!” You plead, a little panicked while you grabbed onto poles and walls. “You’re still on duty! What if they need you!” You protest.

“Well then..” He mumbled, not at all struggling despite your squirming antics. “They can come to my office and hear that I am busy with my wife.” “Shunsui!” You whine again, your cheeks burning red. But it was too late to knock some sense into him, you both already made it to his office. He sat you on his desk, on top of all the paperwork he should’ve been doing. His fingers came up to brush your hair away from your face, cupping it afterwards. He gave you a lazy smirk.

Before you can try to protest again, he leans in to kiss you. Slow. Savoring the feeling of your lips on his before they pull away and reconnect. Shunsui is obsessive over you, he’ll crave you more when he gets anything from you. His stubble tickles your soft skin, scratching you when he begins kissing you faster. His heavy warm breathing hitting you. You don’t exactly fight him, you kiss him just as much but your hands come to press against his chest, almost like you’ll push him away.

Shunsui keeps kissing you enough to where he invades your space. Standing in between your legs, his hands begin moving down your face to your thighs. Picking up your legs he makes them wrap around his own hips. Trailing kisses down your lips to your neck, blurring your mind. Giving up on being decent, your head leans back, shivering when he keeps kissing lower. You can feel the smirk on his lips when he’s kissing your inner thighs, it’s almost insufferable how cocky he gets.

And as much as Shunsui would love to grind his dick against your heated up cunt, he’d rather much savor you. His mouth waters at the thought of tasting you, the thoughts of letting his tongue flick up and down in between your folds, swallowing all of you. It makes him growl against your skin, making you whimper. He wastes no time, sliding your panties down with his teeth, his stubble grazing your skin and making you shiver even more.

He’s on his knees, looking up at you with your cunt mere inches away from him. “What happened to not letting this happen, sweetheart?” You groan, rolling your eyes. “Don’t be mean.” You mumbled, your lips becoming a needy pout. “You want me just as much.” He rasps before diving in. His tongue separating your folds and licking the bundle of nerve that needed him desperately.

It’s a stark contrast — his tongue lapping you in hunger and his stubble stabbing your inner thighs from his eager movements. He’s a skillful man, kissing, licking and sucking all the right places. All the while adding his thick finger in your cunt, giving you more reasons to slip. And one finger is enough to fill you up, two is stretching you and three has you whining him to stop. “Shunsui-” you panted, eyelids heavy as you looked down at him. Your face flushed, glistening from the sweat.

He’s so proud of that look you got going on. It edges him on. Making him want to savor you for an hour more, maybe the rest of the day. And he’ll make you if he could. Your hand moves to grip his hair, messing it up and getting it out of the hair tie. You moan his name, your body arching off his desk. You whine and plead, your hips moving to match everything he’s giving you.