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ichigo always made sure to show you how good you looked.
you were sat alone at the bar, chin in the palm of your hand as you mindlessly swirled the olive around in your martini. you didn’t even drink martinis, but the flirty bartender insisted you tried his own speciality. you sighed for probably the millionth time that night, feeling your social battery finally die out.
countless men had hit on you tonight, all of which you hardly showed any mind. you were beginning to entertain the idea of engaging in mindless flirtation in response, but you knew the strawberry blonde waiting for you back at home would attest to that idea.
ichigo was of course working late on some soul reaper business. the even you attended was a couple’s banquet your job had hosted, a sort of offering for your co-workers to get to know you and your domestic life outside of work. you didn’t want to go at first; you preferred keeping your private life and work life completely separate. but ichigo managed to convince you to get out and have some fun anyway.
“c’mon, mama,” the strawberry blonde looked at you with encouraging eyes. “all you do is work, why not take the free night off and go? i know they’re gonna have some expensive ass shit there for drinks. you’ll look hot in that dress.”
you rolled your eyes. “you do know it’s a couple’s banquet, right? you gonna take the night off to go with me?” your eyebrows raised with crossed arms, already knowing the answer that was to come. you continue at ichigo’s silence. “thought so. i’m not sure if i even wanna go.”
well, here you were.
“sorry i’m late,” a voice as smooth as cashews filled your ears. “i’m here with y/n y/l/n, junior associate.” you look over and see ichigo at the entrance, skin clad in a suit that complimented his paler skin perfectly. he exchanges a few more casual words with the bailor at the front door before confidently striding his way on over to you. “hey there beautiful, his voice is silky as he stands in front of your sitting figure. stuffing his hands in his pockets, he starts the game you two have notoriously played for the years you’ve been together. “come here alone?”
you can’t help but roll your eyes in attempt to hide your smile, gladly playing along. “i sure did.”
ichigo catches on and continues. he blows out a surprised whistle as he steps closer to your thick figure. “damn. you don’t got a man?”
you can’t help but play along as you feel the alcohol of your drinks flood your bloodstream. “nope.”
ichigo stares into your eyes and squints his own. “you’re drunk.” his lips can’t help but form into a happy smile. the thing ichigo loved about you was that no one could ever tell you were drunk. you were able to keep your composure and behavior so well, only he was able to tell when you were intoxicated just by looking in those pretty eyes of yours. and he was shocked at the fact that you were actually drunk around hundreds of your coworkers.
a shrug erupts from your shoulders as you down the last of your drink. “i thought you weren’t coming?” though your voice proved otherwise in it’s naturally colder tone, you really were glad that ichigo came to support you, even if it was last minute.
“couldn’t miss something so important to my girl,” ichigo gives you his charming smile. his eyes can’t help but look you up and down as he took in your outfit. the little black dress was hugging your curvy body so tight, he almost wish you went a size up in the risky clothing so he wouldn’t have to resist himself against your full tits begging to be let out from the confinements of the ribbed fabric. he could see the outlines of your nipples through the thicker material, and it was turning him on the longer he stared at you.
the next words to leave his mouth are barely above a whisper. but from the sensual look of lust in his eyes, you already know what he’s trying to say. “come here.”
you drop your head back as ichigo grabs your cheek and presses his lips against yours. you can’t help but moan into the kiss as you feel his tall, slender body press against your short and pudgy one. the fabric of his own suit was blocking his body from yours, but he swore he could feel the areoles of your nipples pebble up and your nipples stand at attention through your dress in response to his touch.
it was no secret the effect he had on your body. he was so sure that if he pulled away right now and admired your figure, he’d see just how much his touch sent shocks through you. and that thought sent another devious one in his mind. you instantly feel the soul reaper’s hands discreetly slip its way between your legs and run its middle finger across the slit of your underwear.
ichigo smiled into the kiss, already knowing you were sporting a thong. lace at that too. he pecks your lips three more times amid the makeout session before pulling away and staring down at you with low-lid lovestruck eyes. “you look so good t’night, mama.”
your hardened personality shatters at his compliment. only he could bring out the softer side of you as you inevitably blushed and looked away from his gaze, muttering a small thank you. ichigo chuckled at your sudden shyness before pulling you up. “lets go dance before i get even more rock hard on this floor.”
"fuck, make me a mommy, 'chigo. pleeeaase.." you push your ass back on the orange haired male, his whole body shudders— "ya wanna be a mommy?"
"fuck, yes please."
he groans as he flips you over, hands pushing your legs sharply against your chest, folding you into a mean mean mating press.
his mouth hangs open as he fucks you, squelching and slapping clouding your mind as he bullies his fat cock into your juicy and squishy pussy.
"ohh fuck, baby. tell me how much ya wanna be a mommy, yeah? tell daddy just how bad you want 'im to breed ya." he grins when your tongue lolls out your mouth, drool slipping down your chin.
"shhoooo— byaddd... !! so bad. s'fuckin'bad!! omigod, 'm g'nna—"
"cum." ichigo demands, pushing his dick as far as it could go inside of you. your squishy body feels so good beneath his rock hard one..
you let out a sharp shriek as you cum all over his cock, creaming and squirting— he lets out a deep grunt as he does four more thrusts before cumming inside and filling up your greedy womb like you told him too.
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It was a cool spring morning. You were downstairs cleaning, having already finished the upstairs. The windows were open, and the smell of bleach mixed with tropical spring Fabuloso floated through the air while Sade played softly in the background.
He should be back soon, you thought. He worked nights—11 p.m. to around 7:30 a.m.
You were a data analyst, working from home most days. You’d tried other jobs—retail, fast food, customer service, even tutoring—but every time, you quit before you could get fired. Same problem every time: people, and their disrespectful-ass mouths and attitudes. You had a short temper, but you were sensitive too, which meant you were screwed either way.
Data analysis was better. Sure, you had to communicate sometimes, but most of your work was solo. Unless you had to clarify things with coworkers or clients, it was just you and the numbers.
You walked over to your phone and checked the time—8:27 a.m.
You texted him: Are you on the way? Then you turned your phone off and finished the rest of your cleaning. When you were done, you checked your phone again—still no text back. 8:40 a.m. You thought about texting him again but shook your head and started pulling out food to make breakfast: French toast, eggs, bacon, and grits, with juice and a small fruit bowl on the side.
You checked your phone a few times while cooking, but still no message. Finally, you sent another text: You good?
With everything done, you sat in the quiet kitchen. Then you muttered out loud, "He better be dead, cause why the fuck isn’t he answering my texts? And he didn’t say he’d be late."
9:58 a.m. That’s when you finally heard him walk through the door. You listened to his footsteps moving through the house, making their way toward your shared room. He entered, but you didn’t look up. You paid him no mind, though you could feel his eyes on you as he came further into the room.
“Hey, baby,” he said, voice smooth and gruff.
You ignored the greeting, still scrolling through Instagram mindlessly. “You can’t answer a text?” you questioned, voice laced with agitation.
“You can’t say good morning like a normal person?” he shot back, making his way to your side of the bed.
He looked down at you—lying on your stomach, attention still glued to your phone—then suddenly snatched it out of your hand. Immediately, you looked up at him, pissed. One: who the fuck was he talking to like that? Two: he was almost two hours late. Three: he just snatched your phone.
You sat up on the bed, looking up at him. “One—you’re late. Two—give me my phone. Three—why the fuck do you smell like liquor?” Your voice rose with each point, irritation bubbling over.
“Bro, watch your mouth. I was with Jean at the bar,” he said casually, wearing that half-annoyed expression he always had when you cursed at him.
Your eye twitched. You hated when he called you “bro.” It made you feel small in a weird, dismissive way—like you weren’t his girl, just some dude off the street.
“Little boy, I don’t have to watch shit. Why the hell were you at a bar early in the morning instead of coming home ?” you snapped. His jaw clenched as soon as the words “little boy” left your mouth.
He hated that.
He was a fully grown man in every way—taller and bigger than you, as well as most people you knew, and covered in tattoos from neck to wrist. He had a nice car, job, house, etc.
“Don’t piss me off. Not a damn thing is ‘little’ over here,” he said, voice tight. “You mad for nothing. Jean had some stuff going on and wanted to have a drink and talk.” He was trying to keep calm, but you could see it—he was losing patience. The way he looked down at you, the firmness in his voice. He was holding it together by a thread.
“Right,” you said, brushing off his explanation. “And you couldn’t answer your phone because…?”
“It went dead, and I left my charger in here.” He pointed behind the dresser.
“Amazing,” you scoffed. “So I guess you couldn’t have asked to borrow a charger? Or a phone from Jean”
“Look, I wasn’t thinking about all that. He—”
“Stop talking to me.” You cut him off before he could finish. You got off the bed, walking past him, but he grabbed your wrist. You yanked back. “I’m not about to play with you. Let. Me. Go,” you snapped, voice sharp with anger.
“Nah,” he said, gripping your wrist just enough to stop you. “You’re gonna sit down and listen. Then you’re gonna tell me why you’re really upset—because it’s not just about me going to the bar with Jean”
He was staring you dead in the eye, speaking with that deep, controlled tone that made your skin crawl. “I don’t want to talk,” you shot back. “And I sure as hell don’t want to listen.”
"Alright," he said, a newfound calm in his voice.
Twenty-seven minutes later...
“Mmm—fuuuck, sl-slow down,” you gasped, breathless. He had you on all fours, buried deep inside, every thrust filling you completely.
“Uh-uh, shut that shit up. You didn’t wanna talk, right?” he mocked, voice low and rough as he shoved your face into the pillow.
His breath was heavy against your skin, one hand gripping your waist with bruising force, the other tangled in your hair, holding you in place. You couldn’t stop yourself—kept fucking back against him, the way you soaked his dick making it all the filthier.
Your moans were muffled by the pillow, but he didn’t need to hear them to know how good you felt—he could feel it in the way your body tightened around him, the way you trembled with every stroke.
“Thought you were tough, huh?” he muttered through gritted teeth, hips snapping forward harder, deeper. “You had so much to say before.”
You whimpered, fingers clawing at the sheets, legs starting to shake. It was overwhelming—his pace, the way he filled you, how he stayed so deep like he owned it. He leaned in close, chest pressing against your back. “Say it now,” he whispered in your ear, voice rough and breath hot. “Say you’re wrong. Say you’re sorry.”
You couldn’t speak. All you could do was take it, let him ruin you slowly, relentlessly. But that silence only made him go harder—driven by the need to pull the words out of you. His hand slipped from your waist, fingers sneaking between your legs. He found your clit and rubbed in tight, fast circles, making you jolt.
“Say it,” he demanded, voice low and expectant. “Or I’ll keep going until you forget your name.”
Your body was trembling beneath him, thighs quivering, breath shaky. You shook your head—still not ready to admit your faults, not before he did. He chuckled darkly, dragging his fingers from your clit back to your waist. “Still so fucking stubborn.”
He pulled out and flipped you onto your back like it was nothing. Climbing between your legs, he ran his dick up and down your soaked pussy, teasing you before pushing back in with one slow stroke.
His fingers circled your clit again as he locked eyes with you, watching every twitch of your face. He started to move—slower now, but deeper, grinding into you like he meant to reach every part of you.
His grip on your hips loosened just enough to tease—like he was letting you fall apart for him.
“You think I don’t see you? I know everything about you.” he murmured, lowering himself, one hand sliding up to hold your face. His breath brushed your cheek. “All that talking, all that pride... but I know how you fall apart for me.”
You felt it then—not just the pleasure, but the way your chest tightened. The way he knew you. How he didn’t just want your body. He wanted the parts of you you tried to hide.
Your voice cracked when you finally spoke. “M'sorry, I was wrong for talking to you like that."
He froze for a second—just one. Then a deep groan left his throat, guttural, raw. He pecked you on your lips then slipped his tounge into your mouth loving how you taste. “That’s what I needed to hear,” he said, almost like a promise.
He started moving again—slow, deep, deliberate—like he was claiming you all over again. But this time, something had shifted. You weren’t fighting him anymore. You were holding him. Meeting his thrusts. Letting him in.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. He groaned into your mouth, still kissing you like he needed to taste everything you couldn’t say.
But you wanted more than just to be taken. You wanted to give, too. You pressed a palm to his chest, gentle but firm. “Lay back,” you mumbled, breath brushing his lips.
His brows lifted slightly—surprised—but he obeyed. He pulled out slowly, watching you as he lay back against the pillows, chest rising and falling, cock glistening and still hard for you.
You climbed on top, straddling him, guiding him back in with a soft gasp. He filled you all over again, and this time, you set the pace—slow, rolling your hips in lazy circles, grounding yourself in every inch of him.
His hands found your thighs, but he didn’t grip, didn’t push. He let you take control, eyes locked on yours.
“I just… I missed you,” you whispered, voice thick, breath shaky. “I didn’t want to argue. I just wanted this. You. Us.”
You leaned forward, cupping his face, lips barely brushing his. “I wanted to see you when you walked through the door on time. I wanted us to eat the breakfast I made—together. Do normal shit. Laugh. Talk. Be close.”
His hands slid up to your waist, holding you like you were something precious, not just something to tame. “You should’ve said that sooner,” he murmured, voice husky. His thumb found your clit again, rubbing slow, tight circles that made you tremble.
“I know,” you admitted, hips still moving, but slower now—more intimate, more raw. “But I am now. I just want more time with you... fuuck.”
You whimpered, pace quickening as you rode him harder, chasing that edge. “I know, baby. I'm sorry,” he breathed, palming your ass, guiding your rhythm as he kissed up your neck. You bit your lip, lifting your hips and slamming down on his dick, gasping.
“Mhm—just like that, ma,” he groaned, head falling back against the pillow, gripping your waist tighter as your soaked pussy took him in, greedy and pulsing around him. You bounced on his cock, riding him with something desperate, something full of want.
Your moans tangled with his name, louder now. Your hands pressed to his chest, nails digging in for leverage as you fucked yourself on him like you couldn’t get enough—because you couldn’t.
His eyes were on you the whole time—dark, focused, in awe of the way you moved, the way you held him inside like you were made for it.
“Keep going,” he whispered, voice shaky and breathless. “You feel so fucking good, baby. You're so fucking perfect. Just like that—just like that.” He rubbed your clit faster, coaxing every reaction out of you, chasing your high like it was his own.
You threw your head back, thighs shaking, that coil inside you winding up, body tremblin, walls clamping down on his dick. “Baby—I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it,” he huffs, sitting up just enough to kiss your throat, your collarbone, your chest. “Cum for me.”
Your body seized, your walls clenching hard around him as you came with a cry, full and loud. His arms wrapped around you tight, holding you through it—thrusting up just a few more times before he spilled inside you with a rough, guttural moan. He filled you up completely.
You collapsed against his chest, both of you breathless, covered in sweat, hearts racing together. For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just the sound of your breathing. The rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.
His hand found your hair, stroking it gently. “You okay?” he asked, voice quieter now, steadier.
You nodded into his skin. “Yeah… I’m okay.”
He kissed the side of your head. “Didn’t mean to make you feel like you had to be tough all the time or that I didn't want to spend time with you.”
“I know,” you whispered, fingers tracing lazy shapes across his chest. “I just missed you.”
He pulled the blanket over the two of you, still inside you, still holding you close. “I missed you too. We’ll get it right...I love you.”
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guess who graduated today!!!!!! (hint hint: it’s me)i thought it was only right to grace you guys with a dry humping drabble in celebration 🥳
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“We shouldn’t be doing this…”
His voice comes out rough, raspy. Slightly breathless from the heated make-out session the two of you had just been tangled up in moments prior. His lips are still swollen from your kisses, chest rising and falling a little faster than usual.
“Please, Sen…” your own voice rises into a needy whine, hands refusing to stay still as they wander over him again—grabbing at his shirt, his arms, anything you can reach. “I need you so badly.”
He looks down at you.
You can practically see the gears turning in his head.
He looks down at you, his gaze wavering as he mentally thinks of the risks of entertaining you here and now.
“We really shouldn’t,” he sighs again, though the pink tint creeping across his ears gives him away immediately.
You don't bother arguing.
Instead, you just stare up at him through your lashes, bottom lip jutting out into a pout so shamelessly manipulative that you're almost proud of yourself. A face you knew he couldn’t deny.
“Chrome’s just downstairs,” he reminds you weakly.
“That guy could sleep through a hurricane,” you shoot back immediately. Your hands slide up his chest again as you shift closer, thighs brushing his.
“C’mon…” you whine softly, breath warm against his lips. “It’s been so long.” The words come out embarrassingly needy. You don't even care; at this point, dignity is the least of your concerns.
You need him.
Your hips rock forward before you can stop yourself, seeking friction, seeking something. Anything.
“Please.”
That seems to be his breaking point.
Senku moves back slightly, staring at you with uncertain eyes. His lips part like he's about to say something—probably another logical argument. Another reminder of why this is a bad idea.
You don't give him the chance.
Your hands come up to cup his face, fingers slipping into the hair at the nape of his neck before you pull him back toward you. The kiss is immediate. Hungry and desperate.
The second your lips meet, whatever argument he'd been trying to form dies before it can leave his mouth. His breath catches, and for the briefest moment he freezes before immediately kissing you back with equal desperation.
Your mouths move together in a way that feels almost frantic. Every soft press of his lips against yours only leaves you wanting—no—needing more. You chase him whenever he pulls away for air, and he follows when you do the same.
It's ridiculous—pathetic, honestly.
Neither of you seem capable of staying away from each other for more than a few seconds.
The room fills with the quiet sounds of it—shaky breaths, muffled sighs, the faint sound of lips meeting again and again. Your fingers tighten their grip in his hair while his hands wander restlessly over your waist, your hips, your back, never staying in one place for long.
You can feel the hesitation slowly bleeding out of him with every passing second. Feel his resolve crumbling beneath your hands.
You tilt your head and deepen the kiss, and Senku makes a sound against your lips that sends a shiver racing down your spine. It's quiet—barely audible—but it's there.
His grip tightens immediately afterward, as though he's embarrassed you heard it. As though he can somehow take it back.
You only smile against him.
The realization makes him groan softly before pulling you even closer, and victory blooms warm in your chest. Your tongue slips into his mouth, keeping him occupied exactly as intended, and the kiss turns messy after that. All-consuming. The kind that leaves your lungs burning and your thoughts thoroughly scattered.
You barely register the fact that you're moving until the backs of Senku's knees hit the cot tucked into the corner of the room.
The impact makes him stumble.
The loud sounds of your kissing fill the room, mouths wet and hungry as you continue pushing him back. His hands tighten around your waist instinctively, trying to steady himself, but you don't give him the chance to recover.
You pull back from the kiss just long enough to look him in the eyes, palms splayed across his chest.
Then you shove.
Senku drops onto the bed without much hassle.
He's panting, eyes blown wide as he watches you climb on top of him. His hands immediately come to grip your hips the second you settle your weight atop him, fingers digging into your sides.
Your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips.
Then back up again.
Your need is obvious, and the only thing stopping you from ravaging him outright is his misplaced moral high ground.
The second your lips meet his again, whatever coherent thought he'd managed to hold onto evaporates. A small whimper slips into the kiss before he can stop it, and suddenly his grip on your hips isn't there to steady you anymore—it's guiding you, pulling you closer—encouraging every drag of your body against his.
His bulge presses up against you, and the friction pulls a helpless sound from your throat. Not enough. It's nowhere near enough. Yet somehow it's already making your head spin.
The flush across his face deepens, spreading all the way to his neck. His eyes squeeze shut as his head falls back against the pillows, looking completely dazed beneath you. Barely able to form words.
You take advantage of it immediately.
Shoving your face into his neck, you lick and suck along the curve of his jaw. Your lips trail lower and lower, leaving a beautiful array of hickies in their wake.
A sign of your affection.
His breathing grows heavier with every passing second.
You roll your hips down against him again and his own immediately juts up to meet yours, stuttering beneath you. The motion lacks any real rhythm, more instinct than anything else.
It's too much and not enough all at once.
Every grind of your hips seems to make him lose a little more of whatever self-control he had left.
Which is exactly why, before things can get any further out of hand, he finally decides to take control back.
You barely have time to register the shift before you're the one staring up at him.
One second you're on top of him, rolling your hips down against him and drinking down every little whimper that escapes into your mouth. The next, you're staring up at the ceiling, the cot creaking beneath your weight as Senku settles over you.
You blink up at him, breathless.
For a moment neither of you say anything.
His chest rises and falls rapidly as he looks down at you, lips swollen, eyes dark and focused in a way that makes heat curl low in your stomach. He looks just as affected as you feel.
You licked your lips apprehensively and caught Senku’s eyes as you reached down and hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts before slowly lowering them down your legs.
“Damn…” he whispered huskily.
By the time your shorts are discarded somewhere beside the bed, you're left lying there in nothing but your underwear, and Senku drinks in the sight of you unabashedly.
His eyes drag over every inch of exposed skin. For someone who'd spent the last several minutes insisting this was a bad idea, he certainly isn't looking away.
Then he's moving.
He crawls over you, knees settling between your thighs and nudging them farther apart. He drops down onto his elbows, lips meeting yours in a frenzied kiss, one which you reciprocated fully in turn, especially when he gradually began sinking his weight down upon you, his pelvis meeting yours, letting you feel his hardness through the thin fabric of your underwear.
“Mmph, Senku…!” you moan wantonly against his lips, opening your legs and wrapping them around him.
The sound seems to do something to him.
Senku lets out a groan deep into your mouth as his hips begin rocking back and forth. The friction between your bodies sends sparks of pleasure skittering through both of you, and whatever rhythm he starts with quickly falls apart. His movements become messy. Completely uncoordinated as he grinds himself against you.
The fabric separating the two of you was soaked by now, and Senku was clearly struggling to maintain control of his arousal.
You welcomed all of it.
You want him so badly you can barely think straight. Every coherent thought that enters your head immediately gets drowned out by another grind of his hips, another kiss, another groan caught between your mouths.
At this point, you couldn't care less about the repercussions.
The two of you just kept going.
Senku's pre-cum spilled from the tip, mixing with the slick you'd been producing and creating a sticky, wet mess between the two of you. Every movement only seemed to spread it further, making each grind of your bodies against one another feel even better than the last.
It felt so good, yet the greedy part of you still wanted more.
Every inch of him.
You found yourself wishing your panties would somehow be pushed aside, wishing he could finally feel you properly instead of through layers of damp fabric. The thought alone was enough to make you throb.
But alas, even you had some restraint.
So you settled for this.
The two of you kept grinding against one another, kisses growing sloppier and sloppier as the line between pleasure and desperation blurred. Every gasp was swallowed by the other's mouth. Every groan dissolved into another heated kiss.
It wasn't long before the tension finally snapped.
Your body trembled beneath him as pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless and boneless against the cot. Senku wasn't far behind. A broken groan spilled from his lips as he buried his face against your neck, his hips stuttering through the last of it.
When it was over, your underwear was thoroughly drenched—evidence of both your pleasure and his.
Senku's release spilled across your stomach, warm against your skin.
A small frown immediately tugged at your lips.
Even through your ragged breathing, you managed a huff.
"Such a waste..."
Senku lifted his head just enough to look at you. For a moment, he didn't say anything.
Then he shifted back onto his knees, fingers hooking wordlessly into the waistband of your panties.
"How about you let me make it up to you?"
an: love how my first course of action once getting home was to write smut… you can take the girl out of the hyperfixation but you can’t take the hyperfixation out the girl
on another, sappier note— i’m very excited to be finished with this first chapter of my life 🥹 honestly didn’t think i’d make it this far but here we are. and you know i had to double it!!! (got my diploma AND my AAS [more specifically ASN])
writing is a big comfort of mine so i’m glad to say i dedicated a lot of my free time toward the craft. anyway i doubt yall are actually reading this but yeah!! im super hyped rn (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
this is exhilarating, get excited!
(also may or may not be open to a face reveal 👀👀👀 if anyone cares heh…)
_summary: your best friend, ichigo, is a bit of a social butterfly WHORE. so after a clumsy accident at a halloween party, you follow him to the bathroom to apologize but end up finding yourself in a crazy position.
_warnings: little bit of dirty talk, p in v, fingering, oral [fem receiving], doggy style, brief missionary , hand over mouth, made up side characters.
soleil is now playing: experience [victoria monet & khalid]
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Ichigo was friendly as hell, always surrounded by people. he had this effortless charm that made everyone gravitate toward him. but you’ve always had a fat ass crush on him.
so, why haven’t you made a move? you chalked it up to you being a pussy… which was fair. i mean, who the fuck was about to ask out their best friend of 5 years?
you settled on admiring him from afar, even as he constantly told you about all the girls that would go crazy over him even though he didn’t do “labels.” but what you didn’t know is that Ichigo had his eye on you too. this halloween saturday night was no different. you were perched on a couch with your friends, sipping a mix of vodka and blueberry lemonade that was a little too strong, the tang stinging your throat.
your eyes drifted across the room, scanning the crowd. he was still there, leaning against the kitchen counter, a bottle of beer in his hand. he was laughing at something someone said, his head tilted back.
“[✰]! ... don’t tell me you’re looking at that boy again.” Adira said, drawing your attention back to her. she raised an eyebrow at you, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.
“what? i’m not doing anything.” you said, hastily averting your gaze, feigning nonchalance as you shrugged your shoulders. “mmhm,” she said, leaning back into the couch. “you know what I told you about him already. he’s a fuckboy. don’t get caught up in all that shit.” you rolled your eyes, sipping your drink again.
“Adira, she’s his best friend, i’m sure she knows that already.” Chloe chimed in, laughing as she leaned forward, adjusting the fake vampire fangs that kept slipping out of her mouth.
“im just saying that’s what I’ve heard.” Adira shrugged, her cat ears tilting sideways.
“what are you talking about?” Juni pressed, raising an eyebrow and turning fully to face her.
“i mean, look at him!” she said, gesturing dramatically in Ichigo’s direction. “he’s one of those happy, loud, friendly types. you know the kind.. always smiling, always in everyone’s business. those niggas always have some type of flaw. and his? he likes to fuck, he’s like some damn nympho.”
“mhm, based on what, exactly?” you shot back, still laughing.
“stories,” Adira said, leaning in “plural. and don’t even act like yall haven’t heard them too.” you rolled your eyes again, but Adira’s words dug deeper than you wanted to admit. she always had a way of planting things in your head and making them take root, even if she was exaggerating.
“all i’ve heard is that one girl in my sociology class wouldn’t shut up about how big his dick is. and honestly, she sounded like she was exaggerating, knowing how nerdy Ichigo is he probably couldn’t even talk to her properly. there’s no fucking way his dick is 7 inches long.” you hummed, sipping from your red solo cup.
but what if it was…?
that sent your friends into a fit of laughter. “mmm i bet she wasn’t,” Chloe said, wiping fake blood from the corner of her mouth. “the loud, goofy ones are always packing.”
“Chloe, eww. i don’t wanna hear shit like that about a man who saw me through my awkward highschool phase. and Adira, please chill.” you whined, shaking your head.
“waitt, you mean that sorority girl Chelsea?” Juni asked, the halo above her head bouncing.. “yeah, the one with the long black hair,” you confirmed, swirling your drink.
“yeaa her.” Adira said, nodding in recognition. “well, i heard they dated, broke up like 2 weeks ago and shes going around saying he doesn’t give head.”
the sip of liquor burned your throat as you coughed, barely holding it together. your friends burst out laughing, and you waved a hand, trying to compose yourself.
“damn… that’s sad,” you finally said, setting your cup down. “i kinda thought he’d be number one eater. Ichigo just gives off that vibe for some reason. ” you fake pouted, dramatically placing a hand over your heart. your friends groaned, rolling their eyes.
“not number one eater, please be serious, [✰]. why are you even worried about what he does or doesn’t do? you tryna apply for a spot or something?” Chloe said, smirking.
“cmon, we all know it’s always the friendly ones. you’d think he’d be generous, you know?” you defended, shrugging.
“you’re actually insane, i thought you said fucking friends was off limits. you should know firsthand. ” Adira wheezed, clutching her fuzzy tail. “you need to stop fantasizing about this man. i’m telling you, it’s not worth it.”
“im not fantasizingg, i’m just speculating. you guys talk about him like he has the plague or something, he’s just Ichigo, my friend.” you corrected with a smirk.
“maybe he just didn’t like her like that.” Juni chimed in. “or maybe he only does that for certain people?” she said, raising an eyebrow, the glitter on her angel wings catching the neon lights.
“i mean, i guess he’s selective? i don’t like talking about Ichigos sex life with him, he gets all bothered and quiet, it’s weird.” you said, raising an eyebrow.
“or maybe he’s just selfish, Juni don’t egg her on.” Adira countered. “classic fuckboy behavior… i’m telling y’all, don’t fall for their bullshit.” she said, shaking her head.
“or,” Juni interjected, pointing her drink at you, “maybe he just didn’t wanna do it for her, Adira. you ever think about that? we don’t even really know what happened, and no shade, but Chelsea is crazy as fuck.”
“nah, see, now you got me thinking,” you muttered, taking another sip. “i need an official report.”
“oh my gosh, [✰],” Chloe groaned, throwing her head back. “just go ask him yourself at this point, that’s your friend.”
you scoffed, shaking your head.
because now, you were wondering something completely different. maybe your friends weren’t entirely wrong, but you knew there was more to Ichigo than just rumors.
the night dragged on, the air thick with the faint scent of liquor and smoke. you rubbed your temples, trying to soothe your growing headache as or what by nle choppa blasted through the large speakers in the living room. somehow, two of your friends had ended up chatting with some of Ichigo’s friends by the kitchen, their conversation loud and animated.
of course, them being them, they just couldn’t leave you out of it. grabbing your arm and pulling you into the little group before you could protest.
you barely had time to steady yourself before the guys greeted you, one of them pressing a drink into your hand. “oh, thanks,” you muttered, flashing a polite smile while ignoring the way he was steadily creeping into your personal space.
“hey,” a familiar voice suddenly said, standing next to you. “hi.” you replied, flashing a smile, as your eyes drifted up and met Ichigo’s.
that composure wavered the second you felt his hand settling gently on your lower back. your muscles tensed for a second before you exhaled, eyes widening as you glanced at your friend in silent do you see this?! panic.
and of course, your brain short circuited. your elbow knocked his drink, cold red liquid splashing down the front of his shirt.
“shit, i am so sorry,” you said quickly, grabbing a handful of napkins from the counter and instinctively reaching toward him.
“it’s cool, [✰] its only a shirt. ” he said easily, taking a step back as he chuckled. “i’ll just clean up real quick.
Chloe stood next to you, eyes wide with amusement. “girl. you need to chill, it’s not like he’s gonna eat you alive.”
“i know. ” you groaned, covering your face.
Juni leaned in, whispering near your ear, “you better go check on him.”
you watched as he turned, heading upstairs toward the bathroom.
you clearly hadn’t thought this through… what were you going to do? apologize again while scrubbing at his shirt? or worse, blurt out that he made you so nervous every time he came near that you started acting like a dumbass?
still, your stumbling feet carried you up the steps before you could talk yourself out of it.
the door swung open, and Ichigo stood there, bare chest on display, shirt over his shoulder. his brows furrowed for a second before his expression softened when he realized it was you.
“uhh… hey.” you said, suddenly shy, your eyes flicking down to his chest before you could stop yourself.
“what’s up?” he asked, casually leaning against the doorframe, but then he stepped aside, opening it wider so you could slip in. “you coming in, or…?”
you held up the crumpled stack of napkins in your hand like a peace offering. “i wasn’t even thinking… i um, i grabbed you some wet napkins, but you’re already in the bathroom so you probably don’t even need them. which wa-”
“—you came all the way up here just to give me napkins? aw my best friend loves me.” he cut in, ruffling your hair. you smacked his hand away, always hating when he did that. the corner of his mouth twitched, like he was holding back a grin.
heat crept up your neck instantly. "yeah, yeah," you muttered, averting your gaze. "just take this shit before i change my damn mind." Ichigo laughed, the sound low and warm, and the way his eyes lingered on you made it worse. “im just fucking with you, i think it’s cute.”
oh fuck.
“but no, i appreciate it, [✰]. better it spilled on me anyway. your dress is way too cute to get ruined.” and you suddenly realized how close you were, the two of you cramped in a bathroom barely big enough for one.
“thanks… your shirt was nice or whatever. ” you mumbled, eyes betraying you as they slid down to the lines of his chest and arms.
he chuckled, ruffling his hair. “shit, this? like i said, just a regular ass shirt.”
you smiled, chewing at your lip. but the silence that followed stretched longer than it should have. both of you listening to the muffled chaos from downstairs… somebody yelling “chug, chug, chug,” the bass rattling the bathroom mirror, plus faint smell of gross pumpkin candles failing to cover the cheap liquor in the air.
you shoved the crumpled napkins into his chest like an idiot. “uh, here, before I make this any weirder.”
“everybody downstairs probably thinks i’m dumb for even coming up here,” you muttered, shaking your head.
he raised an eyebrow. “ why should you care what they think? fuck all that gossiping shit.”
at this point, your pulse was going stupid in your ears. your phone lit up in your hand, the group chat exploding.
THA BIG 4
adirakins
yall she probably got kidnapped or something don’t even play omg
chloeee
been gone for a while… both scenarios are possible
let’s hope it’s not the first one lmfaooo
adirakins
guys noo she doesn’t need any fuckboy dick
chloeee
adira ENOUGHHH
junijuni
[✰] make sure to use protectionnn!
or u could swallow, idk 🤷🏽♀️
adirakins
NO JUNI STOP🙎🏽♀️
you [✰]
yall are unserious asfff
and no we’re just talking im fine😭
chloeee
SHES ALIVE YALLL
did u get dick yet👅
junijuni
wait so yall are nott fucking..?
girl jump on him or SOMETHING PLS
adirakins
girl get out of the bathroom they have pink whitney slushies
you giggled under your breath, rolling your eyes before locking your phone again. “what’s funny?” Ichigo asked, glancing at you in the mirror as he dabbed at his shirt.
“nothing! just my friends being dumb.”
“you know, you’re always so cute when you get flustered. that’s why you’re such a shitty liar.” he said suddenly. “im not flustered, and stop flirting with me.” you lied, adjusting your bunny ears with a dramatic little huff.
“you are, and i’m just talking.” he teased, leaning closer now, beer bottle dangling from his fingers. his eyes stayed locked on yours in the mirror, like he wanted to see how long it’d take for you to look away.
your phone buzzed again, another flood of messages lighting up your screen. Ichigo glanced down at it, then back at you. “damn, tell your friends they can chill,” he murmured, voice dropping. “you’re good.”
“i know. but i should probablyy head back down before they send out a search party.” you said, reaching for the knob.
“[✰], do you still go to that coffee shop by campus?” he hummed, eyes locked on yours. why was he trying to keep you from leaving all of a sudden?
“i haven’t been in a hot minute but i- wait, wait, how do you even know i go to that shop? i’ve never been with you.” you asked, eyebrow raised.
Ichigo’s smirk tugged higher, his chest brushing against yours. “ive seen you there, more than once.”
you arched a brow, letting a sly smile tug at your lips. “so you watch me? mm that’s kinda creepy.”
he tilted his head, gaze dipping down to your lips before sliding back up. “sometimes i look for you. everywhere.”
your laugh came out shaky, disbelief curling in your chest. “nah, Ichigo you’re lying.”
“am i?”
“yea, cuz if you were really looking for me, you would’ve said something.” you muttered, eyes flicking down at the wet floor tile so you didn’t have to meet his gaze.
Ichigo stepped closer, close enough that the faint smell of his cologne and the beer on his breath blended in the air between you. “well i’m saying something now, aren’t i?”
you snorted, glancing at your reflection in the mirror to fix your skirt. “well mr know it all, i have a question for you then.” you hummed, deciding to be bold, cuz you could just blame it on the alcohol later.
“ask me.” he said, watching your eyes rake down his bare chest. “what’s up with you and your ex girlfriend chelsea? sorry, i know it’s not my place but i keep hearing so much shit about it.” you exhaled, hearing him laugh.
“of course you bring her up.. what took you so long to ask?” he shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “plus, do you really wanna waste your big question on that? you seem jealous.”
“bye, don’t flatter yourself.” you tried to bite back a smile at the teasing tone, rolling your own eyes in response. "it's my question, i can ask whatever the hell i want… its just that people love to talk, you know? especially since you wouldn’t tell me about it before.”
Ichigo leaned against the counter, eyes locked on yours. “yeah, people do love to talk. but you really think i give a shit about Chelsea?" he asked, shaking his head.
he seemed more serious now, a bit agitated even. "she wasn't my girlfriend, we hooked up twice. that's it. those rumors? Chelsea loved that the most, half the shit she said wasn’t even true.” he spoke.
“i mean, you basically answered the question already, you smartass,” you said, giving him a side eye. “but you’re saying she lied about everything?”
“i’m saying she had her version of me, and it wasn’t mine. we didn’t work, that’s all.” his voice dipped, sharp. “i know you’re asking whether i’m the asshole she made me sound like… nah. that’s not me. she wanted labels. i don’t do labels. because i save that shit for people who actually mean something to me. and i didn’t wanna say anything cuz she would try to talk shit about you."
you studied him for a second, chewing the inside of your cheek. you always tried your hardest to not roll your eyes whenever he talked about labels. he looked too steady, too unbothered, like someone who’d already made peace with it. “me?!? the fuck did i do to her? i don’t even think i’ve had a conversation with that girl.” you said, frowning a bit.
Ichigo just stood there laughing, staring at you. he let out a low sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “you're so dense, you know that? [✰], you didn’t do shit to her. she was jealous of you, always asking why i talked about you so much.” you blinked. “why the hell were you talking about me that much?”
you squinted, staring up at him. “ok so… you’re telling me the ‘two times’ you hooked up with this girl, you talked about me most of the time? Ichigo, no wonder she fucking hated me oh my gosh.” you scoffed.
“ i didn’t mean to! it just… came up.” he said, running a hand through his hair with a sheepish smirk. "i’d be hanging out with her, and we'd start talking about my day… and somehow it was always like “oh [✰] said this,”or ‘[✰] hates when people do that,” or ‘[✰] made me watch that dumb ass movie again.’”
you snorted, caught off guard and trying to hide your curiosity. “mmm i dunno, i’d hate me too if the guy i was hooking up with talked about his girl best friend all the fucking time. ”
“OKAY, okay, I get it,” he groaned, holding his hands up slightly. “I fucked up. i know. the thing is , i ate her out, she gave me a blowjob… and i maybe moaned someone else’s name. which is why she started the rumor i think." he blushed, letting out a breathless chuckle.
“wait, wait- you did what? ohhh, you’re so fucked up for that,” you said, pointing at him like a disappointed parent. “Ichigo. whose name did you moan?”
“don’t ask me that right now,” he cut in, voice low, a warning and a plea at the same time. " i kinda… slipped. but i didn’t care, i let her believe whatever she wanted after she started talking shit. no way was i gonna walk around telling people i accidentally moaned my best friend’s name.”
you froze. what do you say when your best friend, the one you’ve been secretly, quietly into for years… tells you he moaned your name while someone else was giving him head?
so you did the only thing your overwhelmed body could, laugh. he dragged a hand over his face, groaning like you were physically exhausting him.
“man, you’re dense. i swear.” he huffed, leaning back on the edge of the counter.
you smacked his shoulder without thinking, then jerked your hand back when he almost caught it. “you keep calling me dense like you’re not the one hiding shit, your whole ‘i don’t do labels’ bullshit—”
he cut in again, but quieter this time.“i don’t do labels with people i don’t actually want.”
“i get it Ichigo. but instead of just telling me this in the first place like an adult, you played in that girl’s face?”
he stared at you like you had 3 heads, scoffing. “played in her face??” he repeated, offended. “ i wasn’t the one going around saying someone doesn’t know how to use their mouth!”
you wheezed, kicking your feet a little as you tried to stop laughing. “nah, because you’re actually insane. you could’ve just told me?
Ichigo shot you a look, eyebrows raised. “oh, yeah. lemme just walk into your dorm like, ‘hey [✰], wild story, but i accidentally moaned your name while another girl was sucking me off.’ that’s perfect right?
you laughed it off, smiling softly as you stared down at your white toes. “ ugh, at least you said you actually give head, i was starting to think my best friend was a loser.” you joked, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
but you immediately cringed when it came out of your mouth. Ichigo busted out laughing, shaking his head. “didn’t expect you to ask me straight up.”
you clicked your tongue, turning away. “shut upp. im grown. just cuz i don’t overshare like you doesn’t mean i’m clueless.” you whined, tugging at your bunny ears again like that would somehow erase it.
but you were curious about his answer…
he leaned against the counter, a big ass grin on his face. “maybe i do, maybe i don’t. depends on who asks.”
you blinked slowly, chewing your bottom lip. “mm so it’s selective, huh?”
“selective,” he said, stepping closer, the space shrinking fast. “sometimes it’s about who can take it, and who wants it.”
oh.
your stomach fluttered. “oh really… and do you think i want it?”
“i can tell. but you gotta ask nicely.” he murmured, voice dropping low, letting his gaze rake over you in a way that made you squirm.
“okay, maybe a little. but, so what if i am curious? ” you admitted, voice dropping, and you caught the look in his eyes, one that made your thighs squeeze together.
“then i gotta see how curious,” he said, tilting his head, lips brushing near your ear. “don’t wanna waste my time on someone who can’t handle it.”
oh you could definitely handle it.
your ass could NOT handle it.
which is how you ended up on the bathroom counter, legs pinned to your chest as Ichigo slurped on your clit.
tongue pressing deep, lips sucking around your clit, nose nudging against you with every messy lap. the wet sounds filled the bathroom, obscene and loud, his groans vibrating against your cunt like he was savoring every drop. your head was spinning, body trembling as pleasure ripped through you.” shit.." the word was little more than a gasp, air leaving your lips with a shaky exhale.
your voice cracked as your thighs clenched around his head, but he only gripped them tighter, forcing them wider.
“fuck!” you whispered, thighs trembling as his tongue dragged slow from your entrance up to your clit, circling it before sucking hard. he looked up at you from between your legs, eyes hooded, lips glistening. “gotta keep quiet.” he rasped, then went right back in.
a small whine escaped you, fingers clenching against the cold countertop. “ how am I… supposed to be quiet when you do that…?" you could feel him watching you, taking in every shudder, every hitch of breath.
“ just try—“ he murmured, then went back to work, making it almost impossible to hold back a moan.
your head thudded against the mirror behind you. you nodded like you were stupid, a fucked out look on your face as your eyes locked on his.
your skirt was bunched up at your waist, bunny ears hanging crooked, and the only thing you could think was, if anyone tries this door, you’d just have to transfer schools. like there’s no coming back from being “girl dressed as slutty bunny getting her coochie devoured in the bathroom at a sig ep’s halloween party”
you really couldn’t even give two fucks about it when his tongue flicked and pressed against your clit, switching between slow, deliberate licks and sloppy, greedy open mouthed sucking that had you squirming against the counter.
someone laughed right outside the door, and your stomach dropped. your hand flew from his hair to cover your mouth, wide eyed panic flashing across your face.
Ichigo looked up at you, lips shiny, smirking like something was funny. “relax.” he cooed, breath hot against you. “they can’t hear you over the music, not unless you want them to.”
his grip on your thighs tightened before he spread you open wider, tongue flattening against your pussy like he was trying to drown himself in it. every sloppy lick echoed in the cramped bathroom, wet sounds bouncing off tile, and you couldn’t hold back the pathetic whimper that escaped your throat.
you bit your lip so hard you tasted blood, your head tipping back against the mirror. “mmm.. don’t stop!”
“i know baby, i know.” he said against you, then sucked your clit back into his mouth, messy slurping sounds filling the bathroom as his fingers slid inside you, curling just right.
your whole body jerked, a sharp cry ripping from your throat before you slapped a hand over your mouth again, eyes wide.
“that’s ittt.” he muttered, voice rough, fucking you on his fingers while his tongue kept working you over. “cum on my face, pretty girl. don’t fight it.”
“ah- fuckk, Ichi—” your voice cracked, hips jerking forward against his mouth.
“she’s so fuckin’ wet.” he groaned, pulling back just enough to press two fingers against your fluttering hole.
you whimpered, thighs trembling, and realized with absolute horror that your legs were literally trying to kick. “i–i’m g–gonna—” the warning spilled out between whimpers, but Ichigo just groaned into your pussy, the sound sending vibrations straight through your clit.
your eyes rolled back, stomach clenching, and you couldn’t stop it if you tried. your orgasm slammed into you hard, messy and, thighs trembling as you came all over his tongue and fingers.
your whole body was buzzing, legs still weak from cumming in his mouth. you barely had time to catch your breath before Ichigo stood chest heaving, jaw slick with your mess.
you whimpered lowly, trying to not let his sudden warm kisses to your clit and inner thighs fuck you up even more. "you good? or do you wanna stop here?" he murmured against your leg before pressing another slow kiss to your stomach. you shook your head no weakly, chest rising and falling.
“turn around for me.” he rasped, already tugging your skirt further up your torso.
you hesitated, brain foggy from overstimulation, but his hands were firm as he spun you and bent you over the counter. your palms hit the cool surface, while he hooked your left leg up on the sink, spreading you open.
“fuck.” he muttered, pushing his sweats low enough for his cock to spring free, thick and dripping precum. he dragged the tip through your soaked slit, groaning at the mess you’d already made of yourself.
“you feel that?” he rasped, pressing it against your soaked slit, dragging it up and down until you were whining from the friction. “all this cuz of me.”
the stretch of his cock had your jaw dropping, a strangled cry muffled coming out. your pussy clenched instantly, walls gripping him like you’d been waiting for this forever.
Ichigo pressed two fingers into your mouth, sliding them past your lips until they rested heavy on your tongue. “be good for me and bite if it’s too much.” he said, though he knew you wouldn’t. he watched you, taking in the way your lips parted obediently and how your eyelashes fluttered at his touch.
you moaned around his fingers, drool slipping past the corner of your mouth as his hips began to move. the sound of him, skin slapping against yours, the wet squelch of your pussy taking him echoed in the small bathroom.
“shit—” Ichigo hissed through his teeth, head falling forward for a second before he caught your gaze in the mirror again. “so tight, fuck. you feel that? takin’ me so good.”
your words came out broken around his fingers, half-garbled whimpers, half-pleas. “mmm-mmmphh, fuhhh-” you sucked lightly on his fingers, tongue swirling over his knuckles. you actually loved seeing how much he liked it, how his pupils dilated and his body tensed, almost like he was holding himself back.
he chuckled darkly. “dick got you stupid already?” tears pricked your eyes as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. mouth full, eyes glassy, dress pushed up, and his frame shadowing yours as he fucked you.
you tried to respond, but it came out as a broken whine, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. your mascara was running worse now, tears pooling in your lashes as he picked up pace, slamming into you harder. “nghhh, too much—Ichi—“
“it’s okay, ” he leaned down, chest pressed to your back, lips brushing your ear. “take that shit… you can take it.” his hand slid up your front, wrapping around your throat as his thrusts grew deeper, harder, the wet slap of skin echoing through the bathroom.
if somebody told you a week ago you’d be bent over a bathroom sink with Ichigo fucking the life outta you, you would’ve laughed in their face. but here you were, clinging to the counter.
“shhh,” Ichigo hushed, pulling his fingers free and covering your mouth with his palm. “you gotta be quieter.”
you whined, your teary eyes locking on his in the mirror as his brows furrowed. you let out a shaky whimper as he slowly ground into you, concentrated and sweaty.
then Ichigo’s hips slowed, grinding deep, angle shifting until your back arched off instinct. he was hunting for your spot, and the second he found it, he watched your face to see your reactions, pushing in roughly again and again when he heard your yelp.
“ohhh fuck—” your voice muffled, tears spilling as your knees knocked.
“yeah, thereee it is,” Ichigo groaned, drilling into the spot again, watching your reflection like he was addicted to your face. “feels good huh?” he said breathlessly, orange hair sticking to his forehead.
you nodded frantically, but it didn’t stop your body from jolting with every snap of his hips. your reflection a mess, and it only made the coil in your stomach wind tighter.
he picked up the pace, hips snapping into you faster now, each thrust rocking your body against the counter. his palms gripped and kneaded your ass, the occasional sharp slap making you jolt and cry out.
you were a mess of moans, spewing broken yeses and whimpers, until one brutal stroke had your hand flying back to push him away…or at least try to.
“move your hand,” Ichigo snapped, voice low and stern, not slowing for a second.
you were babbling nonsense now, brain fried, words spilling with every stroke. “pleasee , fuck, fuck—mmmghhh, i can’t—”
his hand clamped over your mouth again, swallowing your cries, while his other hand pinned your wrists behind your back. Ichigo locked you in place, forcing you to take every inch as his thrusts grew rougher, deeper, more relentless.
“fuckkk.” he whispered. “messy little slut can’t stop cummin’, huh?”
“yeah fuck meemmph.. feels so gooood!” you squealed, cunt squeezing around him hard as you felt your high approaching. your muffled sobs only made him groan, pulling his hand from your mouth just long enough for you to gasp, “i-i’m cumming again!”
“atta girl.” Ichigo cooed, hand sliding up to grip your jaw, tilting your head until your teary gaze locked with his in the mirror. “keep looking at me, i wanna see your face when you cum.” and when you did, he rewarded you with a particularly sharp roll of his hips. the type that hit so deep it made your toes curl and your vision blur.
he pulled out, lifting you back up onto the counter facing him before he pulled your legs over his shoulders. Ichigo kissed you again, your tongues swirling together as he tapped his tip onto your puffy clit, the pressure making you mewl and grip his arm.
Ichigo’s thrusts were meaner now, slow, but hard and made your body shake in pleasure. you whined, looking down at his thumb toying with your clit as fucked into you, his dick coated in a sticky cream. his lips left a trail of kisses as they moved from your neck to your jaw.
his thumb circled your clit faster, matching the rhythm of his hips.
and your orgasm shattered, pussy clenching around him as you came hard, his name spilling from your lips repeatedly in a breathless moan.
Ichigo didn’t stop fucking you through it, chasing his own release with desperate thrusts. with a low groan, he came too, burying himself deep inside you.
“you okay?” he murmured, one hand gently grazing the outside of your thigh as he pulled out. "i wasn't too rough, right?" you were fuckin exhausted, eyes fluttering tiredly. “nope, i’m not glass Ichigo.” you chuckled, fixing your skirt.
he chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.“im just making sure you're alright.” he murmured, placing kisses on your forehead.
“we should’ve done that sooner.”
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note: …took a while ik im sorry💔 decided to only do one fic instead of 2 partss! ty all for being so patient and most of all ty for the love <3
your phone buzzed coming from your “ husband💋 ” they were two pictures and a video, “ aww he looks cute ” you smiled at the two photos before being hit with a video of him face deep into your pussy. you turned off your phone before putting it face down on the table. “what the hell is wrong with him?!” you muttered to yourself knowing damn well you’re smiling and biting your lip. “ t-too good, sooo good ” his pretty eyes looked up as his tongue continued to play around with your clit. “ w-wait! ohmygoshhh! ” those words meant nothing coming out your mouth cause right this isnt for your pleasure it's for his. "aw, what wrong baby ? cant take it?" ugh he such a asshole but you cant help but shove his head closer. "s-shut up" the sound of your voice cracking makes him smile.
you: the hell is wrong with you ?! yk i'm at lunch with your mom !"
thinking about men who'd shove their thick length into your mouth, ordering you to keep your hands behind your back and your legs spread.
a predatory gleam in their eyes and a devilish smirk on their lips at the way you whine and tremble, legs wobbly and pussy throbbing for some friction that they deny you.
right now, you only exist to give them pleasure. and who knows, if you're a good girl for them, maybe they'd give you what you want?
for now though, "take it.. just like that" he grunts as he shoves all of himself into your mouth, your nose touching their pelvis, "breathe through your nose, stupid girl. going dumb for my cock already?" his snickers go unnoticed by you. your face tear streaked and thighs trembling with need.
⋆˚࿔ cw. imagine. softdom!naruto, afab, pussy slaps, spitting, cunnalingus, oral ୨ f receiving ୧, lazy head, slight dirty talk, pet names ୨ baby, princess ୧, tongue fucking, slight degradation (?) he literally js calls u a slutty girl. mdni
imagine softdom!naruto who lazily and messily eats you out as your fingers find their way into his fluffy, unkept hair.
“aw babyy, i need y'er eyes over hereee.” is what the blonde tuts and you blink away your tears. but your fried little brain just can’t fathom anything else but the idea of cumming. cumming all over his tongue. a glob of spit slowly drops onto your cunt and naruto slurps it back up, obnoxiously, and you whine. he’s french kissing your pussy— your slick covering his chin and his nose. lapping up your essence with no specific rhythm, just sloppy. and he’s staring at you the entire time too— those gorgeous dreamy azure blue eyes staring into yours as he flicks his tongue against your clit.
automatically, your plush thighs begin to shut close around his head but he forces your legs open with a audible slap to your poor pussy. when it starts it doesn’t stop, your thighs jerks with every strike. a moan falls from your lips when a puddle of wetness streams out of your throbbing hole. he kisses your pearl as an apology. he needed his angel to keep her legs open for him. and when he pulls his hand back he’s met with the cock-hardening sight of your arousal coating his fingers.
“just look at ‘er. gettin’ wetter just from a couple of slaps? aww, princess.” he snickered against your pussy. fucking his tongue into your slit lazily as he rubbed your clit. he hums as he slowly inched his lanky fingers into your slippery walls and your mouth dropped into an o.
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__ +18 black coded reader, female reader, Squirting ,creaming, the word slut, impreg, breeding, size diff, teasing, pussy eating, talk of getting reader pregnant, unprotected sex
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Sasuke Uchiha
It’s not unknown, everyone has heard his preaching about his clan and he wants to restore it. However, most people are more of speaking behind his back. How can he restore a clan when he is the only one left and yet he’s cold, frosted and lonesome? Where is the woman of his dreams? It’s merely the fact of his life, and frankly, even he knew it. Appearing to everyone in Konoha, he’s lonely, an outcast, forlorn.
That truly wasn’t it. The male simply didn’t want to settle for a woman that wasn’t worth his while. This man came from a family filled with talent and ruthless power. Indeed, he could’ve easily rushed into a relationship, however he would like more of a stable relationship. Now, justified, he is fucking a woman that bared no ring on her finger yet, but she was still his.
How could anyone not tell? The second she decided to move into the village, Sasuke found himself staying longer rather than going out on ventures. Everyone figured he’d just gotten tired, and that’s when women of all different shapes and sizes would line up. Unfortunately, they just didn’t understand… They didn’t get it.
“How come you’re so strong, but you can’t give me more..” Those words were like a black feather running down your back. All you could feel were your knees giving out, your body seeping into the bed. But Sasuke wasn’t having that… no.. he needs you to cum again. He needs you at your most neediest, he needs to warp your mind. Maybe it was manipulation, but you enjoyed his dick so much.. how come you weren’t trying to give him a baby already?
Okay.
“Sasukeee, shit~! Stop- gonna make me squirt..” Your words fell on deaf ears. Truly, the Uchiha couldn’t care or give a damn. Besides, you didn't taste bad at all. The male’s tongue was not afraid to slip into regions nobody has ever been before. Your pretty, glistening, brown lips were dripping in juices and saliva. It was a mess, and Sasuke purely enjoyed you in such a state. He’s not known to be with many women but he knew what he was doing. Seeing how you were slipping right through his fingers from pure ecstasy, seeing your pussy gush from just a bit of sucking on that clit… It was easy… But Sasuke would’ve been curse you if you weren’t so damn beautiful.
“There it is.. Don’t make it difficult next time.”
This man couldn’t hide it. He was entranced, he was deeply in love. If you could see him right now, your pussy juices dripping from his face, his right eye was now a deep red that showed the uchiha’s purpose. Red, menacing and ruthless.. while the other stayed that pretty purple. His senses, they were all on you. His eyes half lidded and his lips almost parted from each other as his fair colored cock slipped right back into you. Right after slurping on that pussy like a good smoothie.
It turned your world quick. He slid in like a key, it was perfect. Those veiny hands touched your shoulders, causing you to shiver as he ran down your shimmery brown arms, right to your wrists. Your pretty, fucked out face was pushed firm into the bed as you had no leverage to keep yourself up. Drool seeped out of your mouth onto the sheets as your eyes yelled with hearts.
You loved this man. Should you give him children? No… yes? Your mind was all over the place, but it stayed stuck in the gutter.
Sasuke kept both your wrists, pulling them back as he watched you give in. He could physically see it happen to you. It actually made his eyes widen just a smidge as the blood continued to run to his cock. Fuck. Were you really giving up? He noticed your tone, how your moans were more like chirps, whines. He didn’t stop. His thrusts were rough yet so slow and dangerously addictive. Each thrust gave a flutter to your insides, the ripples of your ass got more intense with each one. Sasuke damn sure didn’t take his eyes off of that, he loved the way that brown mound of an ass slapped against him. It was so far from ugly.
“What are you going to do for me…” His voice was grazing your skin, his breathing only getting louder as he held back each moan… The mattress was poor, all of the convincing, the pleas.. the mattress was just as broken down as you. Your walls were so nicely abused by this man that you had to thank him. You truly did! And as your next orgasm began to fall, you did too.
“Oh-oh-.. fuck! M-Imma’ give you a baby.. my- fuck Sasuke! Imma have your baby-..” it was so hard for you to speak, and yet you spit it out. Oh, you got to hear the pathetic groan of Sasuke.. just continuously diving deep into you as he let go of your wrists unwillingly. It’s like his hands got weak. You noticed this and practically gasped before lifting your upper body and he just knew his time was done.
Sasuke uchiha took pride in himself, but this? You were such a little sex demon.
“Yeah.. imma give you all your fuckin babies.. get me pregnant.” Now sass revealed, and Sasuke was trying to bite back his words and imagination. It was going wild while he noticed you bouncing back on his cock. It was disappearing every second, your pussy just swallowed it up with each bounce. He couldn’t even keep up… no, he kept thinking about that round belly.
His fingers were digging so hard in your hips they may leave marks. That’s how you knew he was so close.. he was right there. It was true, Sasuke’s breathing was getting heavier, quicker.. and his grip on you was tight.. but not as tight as your pussy.
“Too fucking tight.. take it… take it all then.” Although his voice was deep, he couldn’t hide that sharp, whistle of a moan that slipped by when he pushed forward, just balls deep in your brown pretty pussy. You couldn’t breathe, but you felt the warmth and splash of cum in your pussy. It was so much, it happened so quickly..
And all you had to say was that you’d have his babies…?
“All that cum…” You whispered as his head was resting on your upper back. You could feel his breathing all hot on your back as he was actually rubbing his thumbs gently on your hips. He was such a meanie but sometimes he just knew when to be nice. He was going to have to be nicer when you’re plump with his kids…
Satoru Gojo
You merely believe he’s joking. Literally, you didn’t blink an eye. Perhaps that sent a terrible message to the jokester. Fanning your hand at him, watching a shitty little documentary about something boring. The clocks in your head just weren’t turning correctly. But seriously, how could they when this grown man was pouting?
“Y/n… I want a baby. I wanna dress him up in identical clothes.” He said, you remember it clearly when he said this. He was not serious, couldn’t be. That little laugh that came from him, his animated expressions of demonstrating having a child. “Yeah okay Gojo” you spit out, only to turn back to your phone without having another thought about it.
You literally signed your name on the dotted line.
“You promiseeeee?”
“Yeah yeah..”
That’s what you said, and Satoru nodded. Now why did you believe that was the end of it? Probably because your boyfriend is a jokester and he plays too many games. You could tell when he was joking or being serious right? Or maybe you just weren’t looking at him and taking him seriously? It was the latter.
The whole day was filled with normalcy , nothing said of a baby nor a child. It was supposed to be a joke.
“Na ah ah… Keep them just~ like~ this~… Makes ya’ look even prettier this way” The male was piercing you with his words, they dug right in you just like his cock. He was just simply admiring his work, watching you fold your legs in a pretzel by his command. He really took a liking to this position, especially since he could hold onto your ankles.
All you did was shakily breathe out, your eyes filled with gloss and regret. Why didn’t you believe him? Now your pussy was getting all ruined and messy. And he was chuckling about it!
“Atta girl..” he spoke, the steam of his words burning right through you as you squeezed your eyes shut. Embarrassed by your gushy noises coming from your needy cunt, you decided not looking at Satoru would suffice. However, he just wasn’t having that.. first you don’t believe him, now you didn’t want to look at him? You were going to be teased today, you deserved it.
“Look at me, pretty. Watch me put a baby in you, since you thought I was jokin’..” Satoru didn’t miss a beat, his cock going in and out and in and out. You were forced to stare at him now, but you got butterflies looking into his deep, light blue eyes. They glowed with intent on getting you full with babies. But you couldn’t look at his cock going in and out. If you did, you’d see your lower stomach just bulging out ever so slightly. He was so juicy and big. His cock was as pale colored as him, veiny and had an ever so slight curve that would tease at your g-spot. And the tip of it was so pink, just as pink as your insides.
“S-Sat-…”
“That’s not my name.. Say it full out for me” His smirk was laced throughout his words as he watched your eyes roll back. Those pretty russet colored breasts were bouncing so much he could internally laugh at your predicament… Sure, you looked beautiful but sometimes it’s funny when you’re wrong. And you were wrong about it all. “Satoru… Satoru baby..” you choked out, your legs slipping from the pretzel position as you became tired.. but he just gave a little shrug.
It was alright, because he pressed his lanky fingers and his palm against the underside of your thighs and he pushed forward. You were folded up again, yet in an entirely different position as you watched him concentrate. He couldn’t stop, not for a second. Those burly arms of his were flexing as his pretty blue eyes watched your pussy eat his cock up. He was enjoying the show… and he enjoyed it even more when your eyebrows were all furrowed. He only looked up at your face once to experience heaven.
“Satoru-… O-Okay~… J-Just dump a baby in me- fuck.” You finally said it, and you threw your head back as he sped up his thrusts. His white locks of hair looked like the sun up above as he had a daring smirk on his face before he got serious. That pussy was talking to him, and he’d be dumb not to respond.
The bed was making noise with each thrust, and Satoru gripped your thighs tight. He tightened his core and gave it all he had, turns out that was just a bit too much for you because you were already creaming on his pretty dick. It was an artistic expression.. just coating his cock in your cum, it made him chuckle.. a moan following it.
“Messy…” Satoru muttered before the thrusts ceased and he slid out of your pretty little gaping hole before gently slipping two lanky fingers into you. It made you jolt with pleasure and overstimulation. It made you look at him with confusion, but you were too late. His cock slid right back into you, and his fingers slipped into his mouth.. just tasting every bit of your naughty substances.
“Oh my god-..” you moaned loudly, feeling like you were going to cry from the deepest sex you’ve ever experienced. But you weren’t the only one. Tasting your sweet cum while digging in your pussy with his tip was the best feeling ever. And Satoru was not one to keep his moans to himself. He made sure you knew your pussy was the best.
“Gonna have my baby right?”
“Yess-.. all of them…” you cried out, gripping the bedsheets and damn near tearing them.. that’s before you heard the prettiest, deepest moan. His blue eyes were filled with intense energy and warmth, that’s before you were filled with the same things… warmth and his energy.
“Damn right”
Eren Yeager
“You think I’d look cute pregnant or would I look ugly?”
Eren looked at you while you had stuffed clothes under your shirt. You shaped it so it looked like a belly, and to be fair.. you looked cute. Not saying that because you were his girlfriend, but just in general. He kind of rolled his eyes though. “Cute. Why would you look ugly” his tone sounds like he’s uninterested, but his heart thumped in ways he couldn’t explain. He never really thought of you pregnant.. and why the hell not?
“Dunno. I just can’t see it.” You added as you removed the clothes, only adding fire to the already burning house that was laying on the bed as it watched you in the bathroom mirror.
That’s when said house stood up and with a sigh he and his tall form was now behind you. His long, brown hair tickled your head while his hands grazed against your ass before stopping at your hips. He was bare at the top… scars and battles from the war on his chest that showed his strength.. truth be told, it made you wet.
“Can’t see it? Well maybe cuz’ it’s not real. See.. women get a glow from pregnancy.. not sayin you ain’t already got that.. but it’s a different glow.” Eren explained gently as you felt the cold touch of his chain behind you.. just whispering against the back of your neck. You stared at him in the mirror as he smirked with those pretty white teeth. “And how do you know all that..” you purred, almost teasing him.
“It’s a real thing.. some women get it. But you’re so gorgeous, I just know you’d turn even more heads than you do already, baby” He stopped to look at you, but not in the mirror.. from the side of your face before he kissed your jawline. “Eren… you don’t know that though-..” “wanna bet?”
The little sex fairy put an arrow right through the both of you. Had you not looked at him in a sultry manner, Eren would’ve probably let it go. He hasn’t thought about babies.. but the second you say something about pregnancy and he’s all over it like white on rice. To be fair, it was quite pathetic in a way, and he’ll admit it.. but he got weak thinking about you just all chunky with his kid.
Eren’s imagination was bright and sunny, and his determination was just that much bigger.
“R-Right there….” You sharply breathed in as you watched the man in the mirror. His veiny, scruff hand around your throat with ease. He was treating you like a puppet, making sure you stayed in the same position, and moved to his heart's content. “I know baby.. I know..” he practically cooed, his other hand caressing your thigh that was up on the sink counter. It was jiggling just as much as your ass was as he gave slow and soft strokes inside of you. This was one of Eren’s soft days.. Free from anger, free from frustration.. he has been like this for awhile now.. maybe after being discharged he’s calmed down.
Sex with him now is like a sweet sensual melody… and as of right now, he needed it to be.
“What am I doin right now, baby..”
“Y-You m-makin love to me..” you slurred out, eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head as you choked back a moan.
“Thats right… and why am I going so deep..”
“So I can give y-fuck… so I can give you a baby..” you moaned out sharply as the once cold, marble counter was now filled with the warmth of your body heat and the warm sex you two were taking part in.. The floor beneath you both was a bit wet, Eren didn’t care… He never did care for mess. Especially now.
“Thats right… Give me that reward for beating this pussy so good.” The words Eren spoke were like vibrations to your clit. It shook you to your core, like it was on the highest setting. He knew what to say and what buttons to press in your mind. Not only that, but he knew this position was so deep. You were opened up like a slut, and the way your pussy was gurgling on his cock was just embarrassing.. but that showed just how open it was.. how stretched it was for him and him only.
Eren loved it, let alone your tears falling down your face. It made him speed up. The small little decor on the sink’s counter was pushed off by accident, and your body was now being lifted from the floor a bit as his thrusts were now close together. You couldn’t feel the floor with your foot.. and the other was perched on the counter still.
“Eren!.. oh- fuck me..” your mind was spinning. It’s like you could feel each vein of his cock on your pink walls. You could feel your pussy crying for release, your orgasm at the tippy top. It was like a waterfall, your body trembled, but you could tell you weren’t the only one reaching that high.
Eren got quiet. And everytime he gets quiet, he starts biting that bottom lip of his.. he gets all red in the face and his brown hair starts to stick to his forehead a bit. His eyes spark focus, and he will then drop his head back. You watched it in the mirror, his every move.. that’s before he looked at you in the mirror once before a husky chuckle left his lips.. a moan escaping from his throat.. it was from the depths of his heart..
And his cum straight from his heavy balls went straight into your wetness. Your body took in every drop, every single one.
“I-Ion know if that did it or not..lemme try again”
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— SOON AS I GET HOME ‧₊˚ ⋅
pairing: gaara x wife!reader
ˎˊ˗ synopsis: your hard-working husband, the kazekage, wants makes up for lost time between you.
content: established relationship, porn with plot, descriptions of kissing, tongue kissing, dry humping, oral (m. receiving), deepthroating, cum swallowing, praise kink, pussyjob, p in v, cowgirl, unprotected sex, bear hug, creampie
ˎˊ˗ w/c: 5.2k words
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uncertainty knows better than to interfere with your thoughts.
because it is certainty that has always been the force pushing your relationship with gaara forwards.
you gave him certainty that he was flesh and blood, and not a cold monster beyond comprehension that was stitched together by cruelty. your presence in his life gave him certainty that love was attainable; that it was something he didn't have to hurt himself over trying to experience. you're certain that he'll return to the warm sanctuary of your open arms at the end of each day, unharmed and intact. and you're certain that he loves you, just as you love him.
however, the past few weeks have been feeling different.
your shared residence was much too quiet, and far too still for your liking. the sounds of shuffling footsteps from down the halls, and the noise of robes unravelling in bed were something that you grew to miss as they became less frequent.
you always knew moments like this would be inevitable, given that gaara's duty as kazekage is a demanding one that takes many an effort to completely satisfy. you couldn't hold anything against him, though. not the endless paperwork, not the gruelling diplomatic endeavours, not even the urgent summons that happen right before you're getting somewhere with him.
nothing.
it was understandable that he'd sleep immediately without wishing you good night. you could also tolerate the final ghost of his lips on your forehead at sunrise before he returns past midnight. maybe you'd see him at dinner and share warm words, but only for a few minutes before duty called him again.
and over and over again, you would never complain. with your considerate mind and empathetic heart, you'd never find the nerve to feel upset with yourself, nor would you ever find the nerve feel upset at your husband for simply doing his job.
but what you do feel, is uncertain.
it's hard not to feel uncertain about where things are going when the distance between you grows further and further, day by day. it's a morbid and irrational thought that you know isn't true, but you wonder if he still carries love for you in his heart. the same love that made you so certain.
mashrabiya screens pass cool air onto your skin as you sit in front of the large mirror at your dressing table, getting ready for bed. the candles on the desk flicker slowly, casting warm light over your skin. but still, the colour in your eyes remain dim when you think about how seldom you exchange touches with gaara. upon the realisation that you're thinking selfishly, you sigh. but are you so wrong to desire? are you wrong for wanting your husband to yourself?
and just as you're about to wear your bonnet and retire for the night, you hear the door slowly open. you don't bother to turn your head towards it. even when you hear the familiar weight of soft footsteps that are undeniably gaara's, you continue to stare at your pretty reflection in the mirror.
you expect what's been typical for the past few weeks: the sound of clothes coming off his body before he goes straight to bed. or maybe, some footsteps that fall out of earshot as he walks to his study to resume work.
but when your eyes flicker to the ornate clock on the wall, you note that your expectations have been subverted. it reads nine 'o'clock. you thought he'd be at a meeting until midnight, but your husband is here, and sooner than you'd anticipated.
gaara's taller frame remains stood by the door, staring at your seated form momentarily. his keen eyes roam over the thin fabric of your loose night dress, admiring how the cloth drapes over your curvature like brushstrokes of paint would on a canvas. those eyes continue to weigh heavily on you, but you do not waver.
"gaara," you cross your legs, still focused on your reflection. "you're early today."
there's no biting bitterness, no excitement, or any other possible emotion he could gauge from your tone. it's merely a flat observation.
"yes," he responds quietly. "i am."
in this moment, gaara notices how your usually bright eyes appear lacklustre. it urges him to think carefully and pause for a few heartbeats before speaking again, should he make them even dimmer with the wrong words.
"forgive me, beloved. you weren't expecting my arrival, were you?"
gaara shuts the door from behind him with a soft click, and the bedroom, as large as it is, feels smaller. the air feels heavier. and the silence that follows is burdening, as if you're watching individual grains of sand as they pass through an hourglass. it's unusual, gaara thinks to himself. he's standing in the same spot where you would always, without fail, rush to kiss him after a difficult day. your sweet laughter would bounce off the walls, and you'd behave as if you couldn't bear another second without touching him.
and now, as he remains stood in that same spot, he's confronted by not only the cold barrier of your averting gaze, but also a new emotion: guilt.
he feels guilt over the fact that when you needed him the most, he wasn't there.
he feels guilty because his absence had reduced your expectations of him. it had trained you to accept less than what you deserve, and it broke him. lord kazekage, provider of the nation, could not even provide his own wife with the sustenance to satiate her cravings.
granted, gaara had a fledgling heart that learned the meaning of love later than you, but he knew that throwing "sorries" without action in the air would never compensate for his limited presence. and so quietly, he takes a step forwards, and then another.
towards your desk, towards you.
he stands behind you, close enough to catch your comforting scent, but far enough so that you don't feel his breath fanning on your skin. theres several weeks' worth of interrupted meals, forgotten 'good night's and 'good morning's, and empty sheets on his side of the bed squeezing in that distance between you. within that span of time, you've both not touched each other properly, and the promise of such close contact is being dangled right in front of gaara's face.
you know he's refusing to take his eyes off your reflection in the mirror, but you are just as stubborn in retaliation when you refuse to look back, acting as if he's not there.
but when he leans down, with his lips so close to your temple, you're forced to reckon with his presence. your breath hitches, and your legs cross themselves tighter in a bid to stay resistant as he speaks gently.
"i'm here now... but i don't know if you want me, y/n."
"gaara..." you whisper.
"y/n," he whispers back. "if we are going to spend a lifetime together, i should spend it making sure you're pleased with me. living without love isn't something i intend on making you endure."
"i know the agony of being deprived of love much too well. it's painful," he continues the soft speech in your ear. "it weighs heavily on your heart." a pause. "does it hurt, y/n?"
your shoulders stiffen at the probing question you desperately want to say "yes" to. it shouldn't hurt. you want to act like it doesn't, but it does.
"no, gaara," you feign quietly. "i know how much suna means to you."
he stays quiet.
"you're the kazekage. there's a lot of work, and an immense amount of responsibility involved in making sure this village is safe."
you stop gazing into the mirror, opting to look down at the flickering candle on the desk instead. "i expect you to take care of this village to the best of your ability," you murmur. "it's okay, my dear."
gaara can't believe how gentle you're being. his lips form a slight frown, because your acceptance hurts him way more than your anger would have. slowly, he leans even closer into you, ensuring that this time, the warmth of his body surrounds your back, with his chest barely grazing the seat as his head settles besides yours. his lips chase what little space there is dividing you both, yet still, they don't touch you. they hover just over the shell of your ears.
"but you don't expect me to take care of you to the best of my ability?"
when you register the faint lament in his tone, your heart fractures. you don't have the will to start thinking of a response, nor the courage to finish an answer.
"i don't want you to expect less. please don't expect less of me, y/n," he lowers his voice. "all the time i spend away from you.. the times i failed to even hold you when we share the same bed... you can't call that love."
gaara's hands settle against the armrests on either side of you, trapping you gently between him and the vanity.
“when i was younger, i convinced myself that loneliness was survivable. but your love taught me that surviving and living are very different things. you shouldn't have to survive loneliness because i'm the kazekage, y/n."
your shoulders loosen at his sincerity. "yeah?" your voice is soft.
"yes," he whispers. "if you'll let me, i'll make it up to you. please, tell me what to do. i don't want understanding, i need honesty. just tell me, y/n..."
and for the first time that night, you stop hiding from him. your eyes lift to meet his seafoam green ones in the mirror, varnished by the candlelight. when your lips part slightly, it almost feels like the world has stopped spinning, and that the earth will only resume the tilt on its axis when you speak again.
"i need you, gaara."
gaara freezes, the only moving thing in his body being the incessant beating of his heart. "how...?" he asks faintly. the question makes your core feel weak, because you know he'd give you exactly what you want if you told him.
"gaara," you sigh, uncrossing your legs. "i need you. i need to fuck you. i want to feel you." your voice is clear, never once faltering or stuttering. "i want to feel like your wife again, gaara. i can't take it anymore."
"that's what you want..." his stomach flips, and his face feels warm. "you'll have it," he affirms.
your thighs press together under your gown, and gaara's eyes drop to the subtle movement before shifting back to your eyes in the mirror. to his surprise, you turn your head to face him instead of using the mirror as your messenger.
you kiss him first, and he can't believe he's touching you after so long. he releases a soft whimper that tastes sweet in your mouth as he deepens the kiss, tilting his head while his calloused thumb strokes against your cheek. it's almost like a salve that heals the pain, and numbs the hurt.
“y/n…” he breathes against your lips.
you slip out of your seat before gaara can compose himself. when he blinks, he finds that you are no longer slotted between his arms, but instead, stood up before him, fingers playing with the collar of his robes.
"come here, my love."
ironically, the kazekage obeys your order, taking a step closer. his forehead drops against yours, and he stares while your hands slowly begin to loosen the layers of ceremonial garments still clinging to him.
"you came straight here after work, didn't you?"
gaara nods once. "i wanted to see you."
you hum, delivering a soft smile in response. "i'm glad you did." gaara smiles faintly in exchange when he notices that the joy in your eyes have returned.
you push the heavy outer robe from his shoulders, revealing simple dark red clothes underneath that flatter his form perfectly. you notice that the sensation of your palms, smoothing over his chest and down to his firm stomach, casts slight tremors that vibrate under your hands. he's shaking.
"it's only been a few weeks. don't be shy." you tease, peppering soft kisses across his face. "you offered to make it up to me."
for gaara, every moment of intimacy feels like the first time.
with a slow insistence, you walk into him like a vixen cornering her prey, guiding him backwards until the back of his knees gently hit the edge of the bed. he looks up at you with expectant eyes as he sits.
you step in between his parted legs. gaara's hands hover above your hips, prompting you to take them and guide them onto the dipping flesh there. the blank space between his legs is quick to be occupied by you climbing into his lap. your body weight on him feels thrilling, and gaara mentally curses himself for missing out on you, when you were there all along.
he can't help but stare at the outline of your body, wrapped around sheer fabric that looks almost translucent in the candlelight. upon closer inspection, he swallows. you're not wearing anything underneath. when he looks down, he's welcomed by your round breasts, and your nipples poking against the fabric. he begins to question if you planned this out, though he knows you didn't.
"gaara." your gentle call catches him off-guard. his eyes snap back to your face.
"you can touch me, baby." you lean into him. "feel me." you whisper.
his palms move hesitantly at first, gently cupping your soft breasts like he’s afraid he’ll ruin the moment by wanting too much from you. but you press closer like it doesn't matter. you're selfish with your desire when your hips slowly grind against the erection that's already straining against his pants. you show him that it's okay to take as much as he wants.
a helpless sound escapes his lips as you rock against him. your hands wrap themselves around his back of his neck, fingers tenderly grazing along the nape. "i missed you." you whisper in his ear. "i missed you so much."
"oh-," an exhale leaves him, "i missed you too, beloved. i think about you all day." his voice gets more breathy. "i think about you during my meetings..."
"you do, baby?"
"y-yes," he begins to lift his hips up into you, rubbing his clothed dick against the clothed outline of your pussy. "especially during my meetings..."
"what do you think about, hm?" you nibble on his ears, pink with heat.
"us," he pants. "us, just like this..." he squeezes your breasts firmer, rolling his thumbs over your thinly veiled nipples. if it wasn't possible, his face grows even warmer at the confession. it wasn't just you who happened to have pent-up desires.
gaara's lips catch yours in a deep kiss: voraciously, greedily, and needily in a way he rarely allows himself to be. duty always denied him the pleasure of your intimacy, but now, you gave him the opportunity to taste you. your tongue swirls around his, and he feels the bridge between you being mended as you fuse into one, almost consuming him. with your lips still connected, you push his shoulders into the mattress, leaving him laid down on his back with you on top of him.
your lips remain locked until you sit up to hook your fingers around the hem of his shirt. the way you tower above his lap, and raise the shirt as if you've got all the time in the world makes his dick pulse in anticipation. he helps you by lifting his arms, and pulling it over his head before he tosses it aside.
the sight before you is like a display of living art. there's lean muscle that rises and falls with each and every breath he takes. fair skin like ivory that glows under the dim lights. faded scars scattered across his body that tell his story. gaara tracks your expressions carefully, almost shy beneath your attention now that you’re admiring him.
“you're beautiful, gaara." you say quietly.
gaara blinks. "do you think so?"
you look into his eyes. "i'm looking at you. i know you are, my love."
he hums at your praise falling on his ears.
your fingers brush across his neck, planning out your next mission before you lean down to leave kisses against the sensitive skin there. you stay buried in the crook of his neck, just for a minute to breathe him in, and what your nose picks up is intoxicating. it's the nostalgic smell of oud that has lingered from the day you met, up until this moment. it makes you groan and nip hungrily at his neck, warranting breathless pleas from gaara that don't stop as you continue the trail of kisses that move from the ridges of his collarbones, to his chest. it's almost overwhelming, knowing that you finally have all of him to yourself. there's so much of him that you want to taste.
"fuck, gaara," you kiss along his chest. "if it were up to me, you'd never have to work again." your soft lips meet the plane of his toned abs, and gaara watches you with heavy-lidded eyes, completely transfixed by the sheer amount of attention you're paying to his body. "i'd just keep you here all day..." when you finally kiss your way to the waistband of his pants and become level with his constrained erection, your eyes stay trained on his.
gaara exhales shakily when your smooth knuckles tease along his iliac crest, with muscles flexing instinctively at your touch. the way you look up at him through your eyelashes like a temptress makes his chest stir, and he can't wait for you to free his cock from his pants.
after what feels like eternity, your deft fingers slip to the buttons of his pants. button after button, you take your precious time while never averting your gaze from his. a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead when you're done.
you tug down on the waistband of his pants, indicating for him to lift his hips up. when he does, you're quick to pull them off, leaving him clad in only a pair of boxers that already have a dark patch on them, saturated with precum.
"oh, gaara," you chide teasingly. "is this all because of me?" after all this time, it's still thrilling to see the impact you have on your husband. it makes you even hungrier.
"it is, y/n," his breathing is shallow. "it always is..."
you peel away at the final article of clothing, revealing his pulsating hardness once and for all. his dick twitches upon exposure to the air, and you catch it in your hand, mulling your thumb over his leaking, flushed tip. "i can't believe i get to have you to myself, gaara." your wet tongue presses against the underside of his cock, outlining every vein as you lick from base, to shaft, to tip. "all of you."
gaara doesn't know what he enjoys more: the feeling of your tongue giving his cock grace, or your words and undivided attention. it makes him grip onto the sheets. the sight of this alone tempts him to abandon his post as kazekage, and just give the role to kankuro instead.
you're eager in fitting his entire length in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, and allowing yourself to feel the tip of his dick hit the soft palate at the back of your mouth. the pleasure is unbearable for gaara, who can't stop calling your name as you continue to fuck his slippery dick into the depths your throat. giving gaara head was something you would always take delight in, because you love the power you have over him. you love the fact that only you are capable of making him fall apart like this.
gaara's hand extends itself, landing softly on the top of your head. he doesn't exert pressure or push your head down. no, this moment is yours, and he doesn't want to take from you. he simply wants to feel you twice as much. your glossy eyes look into his, and what he sees pushes him to the periphery of an orgasm. his cock, drenched in your saliva. your cheeks, hollow around him. and your lips, shiny and slightly swollen from earlier's kissing. the sloppy noises of your mouth make it all too positively overwhelming for him.
"y/n," he pants. "y/n... i'm very, very close. i don't think i'll last if-" his sentence is fragmented by a soft moan. "my love..."
you separate your mouth from gaara's cock and pull away at his warning, catching your breath briefly. "cum for me, baby. let me taste you." to compensate for the feeling of your throat, you twist around his dick with your hands. you angle his cock towards your lips, and stick your tongue out. he groans, and you catch the droplets of warm, thick cum that spew out of him. it tastes slightly bitter in your mouth, like green tea. you don't waste a single drop, making sure it all gets swallowed.
"you liked that, didn't you?" you plant a kiss on his lower abdomen, still tense from his orgasm. "i did, y/n. very much." he blushes, almost speechless.
"i'm not through with you, gaara."
"well, it's only natural that you aren't," he responds. "i do have a lot to make up for. and i owe you a lot, don't i?" gaara's hand raises to cup your cheek, then it lowers onto his lap. "y/n. come to me." his hand pats on his lap, gesturing for you to take your throne.
with your legs straddling his hips, you put your weight on the seat of his lap. gaara can already feel the blood rushing back to his cock from just looking at you. the second skin of your dress describes every curve in your arsenal: the swell of your tits, the slight inward dip of your waist, your rippling tummy, and the fleshiness of your hips that flare out where you're seated on his lap. you resemble something divine to him.
"beautiful." the word comes out like a reflex. without speaking any further, he lifts both his palms slowly, feeling along the silhouette of your body. he starts at the broad expanse of thighs, travelling with an intentional slowness to your ass. he cups and squeezes each cheek, both of them supple underneath his grip. "gaara..." you gasp.
"y/n," he half-whispers. "there are moments where i can't believe you're real, and the only way i'm convinced is if i feel you... just like this."
gaara's hands continue their journey. they're gliding up the hollow of your waist and they move inwards to catch the soft flesh of your tummy. it's been too long since he's touched you like this, and it's almost like he's trying to remember what you feel like. he's missed how you feel. there's warmth on your breasts as his palms flatten over the mound, while his thumbs brush over your hard nipples, desperate to break through the cloth. your dress may as well not be there, with the way gaara's eyes are burning holes into it.
your hips moving back and forth on his lap catch his attention. gaara doesn't intend on denying you your pleasure any more than he already has in his absence. single-handedly, he tears the dress off your body, exposing your skin to him at long last.
he already thought you were beautiful before, but the sentiment seems to be amplified when he sees your beauty marks, your scars, and all the other flaws decorating your skin that make you none the more perfect in his eyes.
"shame," your voice is teasing. "i really liked that dress."
gaara positions his hard dick in between your sopping, wet folds, more pleased about the fact that there's no barrier between you now. "yeah? me too. it looked good on you," he blushes. "i'll get you as many pairs as you want, beloved. i'm sorry i did that."
he slides back and forth effortlessly against your pussy, soaked from all the events of the night. when his tip catches on your clit, you moan at how exquisite the friction feels. gaara is mesmerised watching you ride his lap. the lewd sounds of your essence and his precum fill the room, making his head spin. both of your lips are agape, spilling breaths and moans the outside world can't hear.
"baby..." you pant, "i need more."
"you need more, my dear?
"fuck, y-yes, gaara," your body is covered in a thin film of sweat from the speed you've been grinding against him at. "i need you to fuck me!"
that's all the confirmation he needs to lift your ass from his lap, leaving you hovering above him while he holds the base of his erection. he rubs along your pussy until the tip of his cock finds your entrance.
"are you ready, y/n?" he knows you're more than ready when he sees your pussy drooling essence onto his cock, but still, he wants to be certain.
"gaara. i have never wanted you to fuck me more than in this moment."
he rapidly exhales from his nose, smiling at you faintly. "very well."
when his tip burrows in your entrance, you breathe in. you savour how delicious the stretch feels in your pussy as you sink down effortlessly on his entire length. a wave of satisfaction washes over gaara when he sees that he's finally reacquainted with your warm walls that fit oh-so-perfectly around his dick. he's fantasised about this happening countless times while working, and for it to finally be happening? it's like a dream come true.
"beloved..." he breathes out.
"i know, my love..." you coo.
you begin bouncing on gaara's cock, up and down, up and down, keeping that addicting pace. gaara moans softly. it feels much too good, and even better after the excruciatingly long wait. your deserving pussy has been empty for so long, and now, your husband's dick is finally here to fulfil your appetite. you've made a plan: you're going to cum on his cock, and you're not going to allow him to do so much as spill a single drop.
"g-gaara...hah," you breathe. "i missed having you here like this, baby," you call out through the echoing smacks of skin on skin filling the room. "you feel so good inside of me, my love."
the knot in gaara's stomach tightens at your words, as your dripping cunt rides him into oblivion. there's nothing but absolute desire in your eyes as you speak to him in your erotic daze. it makes him blush, and raise his hips to fuck harder against that gummy spot deep in your pussy. when you sink your hips, he lifts his. it knocks the wind out of you.
he looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, face warm with pleasure. "am i doing a good job, y/n?"
you look down at his eyes. "ah!-" you cry out, moaning ceaselessly at the feeling of his cock pressing relentlessly against your g-spot. "gaara, sweetheart, i can't get enough of you." slap! slap! slap! "nobody could fuck me like you do."
gaara's breathing gets heavier and heavier for every one of your praises, and for every thrust he makes in your tight heat. his left hand cups one of your jiggling breasts, rolling a hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. his right hand pivots to your pussy, using his thumb to rub firm circles around your protruding clit. you're not even bouncing on his cock anymore, leaving the work to gaara as you're too entranced by the pleasure.
"i would do anything for you..." he speaks between thrusts. "i love you endlessly." his hands come to your hips, keeping them stationary as he fucks you instead. your eyelashes are fluttering. you're rolling your eyes, and he can feel your pussy gradually getting wetter.
"i...i love you too, sweet boy. you mean so much to me, gaara."
he can tell that you're getting close. you can tell that he's getting close too, with his thrusts getting more sloppy and less focused.
"are you going to pull out?"
his heart skips at the question. "do you want me to...?"
"no, baby, don't. don't pull out," you whine. "i want you to cum inside me... okay?"
"i'll give anything you want." gaara sits up just to wrap his arms around you before laying back against the mattress, pulling you down with him. you're both laying chest-to-chest, arms tangled around each other as gaara continues to pound inside of you.
"gaara," you whisper in his ear, "i'm gonna cum..."
"oh, y/n... i'm getting close too..."
you're the first to reach your orgasm, with your pussy clamping viciously around gaara's cock. a breathless moan floats out of your mouth as you cream all over him, drenching him in sweet slick that leaves a ring around his length.
it's over for gaara when he sees your euphoric bliss, which in itself, triggers his own orgasm. he screws his eyes shut tightly, groaning in your ear as every muscle in his body grows stiff with his climax.
endless spurts of hot, white ribbons of cum pulse into your receiving pussy, with gaara's hold around your waist pinning you down on top of him while he fills you up. you're both sucking in gasps of air as you stay suspended in the aftermath of your orgasms for a few more moments. your clit is still pounding. his cock is still spilling cum.
"y/n..." he whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips. "i love you."
"gaara." your fingers sweep through his dishevelled red hair, revealing the character on his forehead. "i love you too." you press a soft kiss on it.
sitting up as you were before, you pull his softening cock out of you, and you both watch as the cum slowly spills out of you. you smirk at him, and he doesn't know what to blush at.
you cast your attention to the clock on the wall. it reads half-past 10. you've been doing this for the past hour and a half, and there's still so much time to spare.
"gaara..." you cup his face. what time do you have to be up for?"
"i don't have to be up for any time, y/n. my schedule has been cleared for now."
your eyes widen. "...what?!"
"temari and kankuro convinced me to have a break... and they succeeded. i should've started with that. forgive me."
"don't apologise, baby. that's perfect!" you beam with joy.
"i'm pleased, y/n."
"i hope you know that i'm not going to give you a break, though." the hunger in your eyes return when you look down at him. "we have a lot of time to make up for." your hand slowly trails along his inner thigh.
he doesn't know how you do it. you've already made him hard again. a slight smirk graces his lips.
"i suppose we do."
a/n: nonnie i hope you enjoy this! this was very fun for me to write. feel free to send me more requests. tried to deliver something in the middle of finals and you can Lowkey tell where i ran out of steam ughhhh but it's all good!
tl: @t1track @jone3y @itachispetrock @numberoneshinjifan (didn't really know if my other tags are into gaara! lmk!)
While shopping at a cute boutique, you run into your friend Rangiku Matsumoto—the chaotic and beautiful Lieutenant of the Soul Society's 10th Division. She stops to chat for a moment before being whisked away by her duties. But the separation doesn't last long. Late that night, she shows up at your door claiming she wants a sleepover. As it turns out, "sleeping" is the last thing on her mind, and the two of you stay up for hours exploring a whole new side of your relationship with a variety of toys.
·⭑·6,386 words, build up, light banter, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), making out, cunnilingus, groping, praise, a hint of degradation, dirty talk, use of toys (rabbit vibrator, rose toy, and dildo), service dom reader, overstimulation, petnames/name-calling(e.g., baby, sweetie, honey, doll, good girl), etc ·⭑·
Will edit later; ignore the mistakes!
For the Gala Of Pride (A Pride Month Collaboration Between @h3avenlyglory & @mtcloudsworld)
·⭑·18+ 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑫𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕·⭑·
The brass chimes above the door of Ore's Oasis let out a soft, melodic chime every time a customer walked in, but your attention was consumed by the rack of imported linen in front of you. The mid-day sun was scorching outside, baking the city streets in a hazy, blistering heat, but inside the boutique, the air conditioning hummed a cool, crisp tune.
You held a small, woven shopping basket in your left hand, already containing a pair of one pieces and a gold anklet. You were trying to exercise some financial restraint, but everything in this shop was too cute.
Suddenly, the hair on the back of your arms stood up.
A ripple altered the atmospheric pressure in the room. To an ordinary human, it would have felt like a passing dizzy spell or a drop in indoor temperature. But to you—carrying a reservoir of spiritual pressure that had spiked drastically over the last few years—it was a beacon. You tensed for a fraction of a second, your fingers freezing on a hanger, before the specific flavor of the energy registered. It was warm, dizzying, incredibly vast, and carried the subtle, unmistakable undertone of premium sake.
You relaxed, a helpless smile tugging at your lips. You knew exactly who that belonged to.
You had met Rangiku Matsumoto a few months back under eventful circumstances. You’d been over at Orihime Inoue’s apartment attempting to teach her how to cook a standard, edible meal without her adding red bean paste, whipped cream, or mustard to a traditional hotpot. Midway through chopping scallions, Rangiku had materialized through the kitchen window, completely unannounced, clad in her black Soul Reaper robes and looking for a place to crash. The two of you had hit it off instantly over shared frustrations regarding stubborn men, a mutual love for retail therapy, and affection your friends.
Shaking off the memory, you pulled a piece from the rack. It was a gorgeous, lightweight top featuring a vibrant, swirling pattern of pastel yellow, blush pink, and cream white. It was airy for the hot weather. You checked the tag—your size. Perfect. But the matching shorts were scattered, forcing you to begin flipping through the hangers to find your fit.
Ding.
The door chimes rattled again, much louder this time. At the exact same moment, a prickle of discomfort hit your neck. You could feel someone staring at you. Hard.
You spun around on your heel, a "what the hell are you looking at" glare already locked onto your features. You were well-trained in the art of handling creeps. A man a few feet away, holding a shopping bag for his girlfriend, was staring wide-eyed, his mouth practically hanging open. But as you tracked the trajectory of his glazed eyes, you realized something humiliating—he wasn’t looking at you at all. He was staring directly past your shoulder, completely mesmerized.
You turned your head.
Framed in the doorway of the chic boutique was a sight that defied human physics. Rangiku Matsumoto was standing there, practically buried beneath a mountain of glossy, neon-colored shopping bags. There had to be at least fifteen of them dangling from her slender arms, overflowing with tissue paper, silk ribbons, and high-end logos from the luxury district down the avenue.
Right beside her—or rather, completely obscured behind the towering wall of paper bags—was a very short, irritated spiritual presence. You couldn't see him through the luggage, but the sheer, icy-cold pressure radiating from the lower hemisphere of the pile told you everything you needed to know. It was Captain Hitsugaya.
"Oh my gosh!"
Rangiku’s eyes locked onto you through the racks of clothing. Before her captain could even utter a word of protest, she spun around and ruthlessly thrust the entire fifteen-bag payload directly into Toshiro’s small arms, burying him alive.
"Hold these, Captain! I found her!" she squealed, her voice a high, joyful sound that shattered the quiet elegance of the boutique.
She sprinted across the polished boutique floor, her strappy wedge sandals clicking loud against the tile. Before you could even brace yourself, she threw her arms around your neck. Your entire world was blacked out, replaced by the cloud-like, and suffocating warmth of her breasts pressing directly into your face.
You were entirely smothered in her cleavage, inhaling the expensive scent of her human-world perfume—sweet jasmine and amber—mixed with the comforting caress of her spirit.
You smiled against the soft fabric of her top, your voice muffled into her chest. "Hi, Rangiku."
"I knew it was you. I could feel your spirit energy from three blocks away!" she cried, finally pulling back just a fraction, though she refused to let you go. Her manicured hands remained planted on your shoulders, her thumbs sliding down to stroke the bare skin near your collarbone with a languid touch.
Up close, Rangiku Matsumoto was a staggering testament to physical beauty. In her human gigai, she had abandoned her standard Soul Reaper uniform for something more fashionable. She was wearing a low-cut coral sundress that clung to the curves of her hourglass figure like a second skin. The neckline plunged, barely managing to corral the abundance of her breasts, exposing a vast expanse of smooth, golden skin that glowed with a healthy, sun-kissed radiance.
Her face was so perfect to you. She possessed sharp, elegant cheekbones and a rounded jawline that gave her an expression of mischievous youth. Her eyes were a piercing sky-blue—heavy-lidded, framed by thick, dark lashes. Her lips were full, painted in a glossy, berry-pink shade that perfectly matched her dress, curling up into a wide, smile that bared her white teeth.
But her crowning glory was her hair. A cascading waterfall of thick, voluminous strawberry-blonde waves tumbled past her shoulders, spilling over her back and framing her face in a wild, beautifully unkempt mane that seemed to catch every single ray of light filtering through the boutique window. A few stray, golden-orange strands clung to the damp skin of her neck, a proof to the heat outside.
You ignored the envious stares of the other shoppers in the store, as well as the muffled, furious grunts of Captain Hitsugaya, who was attempting to balance a designer shoe box on top of his head while trapped beneath her bags.
"What are you doing in this part of town?" you asked, leaning back slightly against the clothing rack, though Rangiku’s arms just slid down to wrap tightly around your waist, pulling your hips closer to hers in a casual display of intimacy.
"Oh, it's wonderful!" Rangiku beamed, her blue eyes crinkling at the corners as she leaned in close, her breath warm against your cheek. She played idly with the strap of your shopping basket, her long, painted nails brushing against your fingers.
"The Head Captain gave us special permission to stay in the World of the Living for an extra two days to monitor some anomalous hollow fluctuations in the sector. But the Captain finished all his boring data-gathering and paperwork early this morning! So, since we had the afternoon free, I told him he had to accompany his lovely lieutenant out for some much-needed summer shopping. And then I sensed you, and I just knew it was destiny."
She squeezed your waist, her ample chest brushing against your arm as she looked down at the top you were holding. "Oh, that is so cute on you. Let me help you find bottoms. We are going to turn you into a total knockout today. Oh, get that too!"
"I’m just getting a few things," you said, offering a small chuckle as you lifted your woven basket. "I'm really trying to watch my spending today."
Rangiku’s sculpted eyebrows knitted together into a frown. She let out a soft, sympathetic sigh, her lower lip pouting out just enough to make her look disappointed. "A budget? I understand, sweetie," she said, leaning in closer until the warmth of her shoulder brushed yours. "I am so glad I live in the Soul Society. Whenever my personal funds run dry, I just find a way to route my little excursions through the squad's administrative expenses. If the Captain doesn't notice the line items, it didn't happen."
You couldn't help but smile, your eyes drifting past her shoulder to focus on the annoyed, burdened man standing by the entrance.
"Hi, Captain Hitsugaya," you called out, raising a hand in greeting.
Toshiro’s small, white-haired head peered out from behind a massive neon-pink luxury shopping bag. His emerald eyes were narrowed into a flat, exhausted glare, but his manners held firm. "Hello," he rumbled back, his voice carrying the exhaustion of a man who had been walking in circles for hours. "Don't let her pull you into her financial delinquency."
Rangiku ignored him, her bright blue eyes lighting up as she reached out, her fingers gently touching the edge of your shoulder. "Your hair! It’s super different from the last time I saw you."
You smiled, touching one of the neat, long braids resting against your collarbone. "Yeah, I have a lot of plans this summer and I really didn’t want to deal with my natural hair out in this humidity. So, I just went ahead and got braids."
"That's is so pretty!" Rangiku beamed, her hand sliding down your arm in a warm gesture of approval. "The length looks amazing on you. It really frames your face."
With a quick pat to your hip, her short attention span caught on something across the store. "Ouu, look at that black top over there. I'll be right back!" She drifted away, leaving you to finish your task. You located the matching shorts in your size and headed straight for the glass-topped checkout counter.
While the cashier was ringing up your items, Toshiro walked up to the counter, his soul pager abruptly buzzing with a sharp, electronic chirp in his pocket. He looked down at the screen, his posture stiffening.
"Matsumoto," Toshiro said, his voice dropping into his strict, commanding register. "Change of plans. We just received new orders from the Soul Society. We need to report to the local coordinate checkpoint immediately."
A loud groan echoed from the clothing racks. Rangiku trudged over, the long black top dangling limply from her hand. "Are you serious, Captain? We just got here! Can't the anomalous fluctuations wait for like... twenty more minutes?"
"No," Toshiro snapped cleanly, adjusting the strap of a heavy designer bag on his shoulder. "We'll come back later. Let's go."
You couldn't help the amused grin that broke across your face. Even though Hitsugaya was technically centuries older than most humans and held one of the most powerful, respected positions in the military hierarchy of the afterlife, the dynamic between them never changed. To anyone else, he looked like a small kid, but standing next to Rangiku, she was unmistakably the chaotic child he was forced to babysit.
As you grabbed your small brown shopping bag from the cashier, you walked over toward Toshiro, extending a hand to relieve him of at least four of the larger bags hanging from his small wrists. "Here, let me help you with some of these."
Toshiro looked up, a faint, genuine flash of relief washing over his stern features. "Thank you," he murmured, exhaling a quiet breath as his shoulders dropped.
"Yeah. Thanks, doll. He could barely hold a few bags. Some captain he is." Rangiku chimed in, sweeping back into the huddle. She snatched the remaining payload from her captain, flashing you one last, smile as she walked toward the automatic glass doors. "Byeee. See you soon!"
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The digital numbers on the clock glowed a dim green. 9:47pm. You were freshly showered, your skin smelling of your favorite body wash, and you were sitting comfortably in the middle of your bed in your modest apartment. The only real illumination provided by the shifting, colorful glow of the television screen playing a comforting slice-of-life anime. You sat with your legs crossed, picking at a bowl of fresh fruit with a fork. You had been craving dense, fudgy brownies all evening, but a thorough search of your pantry earlier had revealed you were out of box mix, leaving you to settle for the healthier alternative.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
A series of firm thuds rattled against your front door, breaking the stillness of the apartment.
You paused, a piece of melon hovering halfway to your mouth, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. It was late. Your mind jumped through the alarming possibilities before settling on the most likely culprit. Rangiku. She probably needed a place to crash again to escape Toshiro's strict curfew or simply wanted a change of scenery from the Kurosaki residence.
You set the fruit bowl down on the nightstand, slid off the edge of the mattress, and navigated through the familiar, dark hallways of your apartment.
When you pulled the front door open, the bright, amber glow of the streetlights outside flooded the entryway, framing Rangiku against the night sky. She was leaning against the doorframe, a playful, slightly sheepish grin on her lips.
"Hi," she purred softly.
"Hi, Rangiku," you answered, leaning your shoulder against the door. "What are you doing here this late?"
"I wanted to have a sleepover," she said, her blue eyes instantly dropping down to scan your frame.
The television light from the bedroom cast a faint, angled glow down the hallway, catching the smooth, rich tone of your bare skin. You were wearing a matching pajama set—a lightweight, button-up top and a pair of matching shorts that rode up just enough to expose the full wealth of your thighs. Rangiku’s gaze lingered there for a beat too long, her eyes tracing the soft curve of your legs before traveling back up to meet your eyes.
"Look at you," she murmured, a genuine warmth in her voice. "You look so cute and cozy. Are you gonna let me in?"
"Of course, come on in," you said, stepping back to let her pass. As she walked past you into the cool air conditioning of the condo, you closed the door and slid the deadbolt into place. "Does Captain Hitsugaya need a place to stay tonight too? I can set up the couch."
"Oh, don't worry about him," Rangiku chuckled, waving a dismissive, hand over her shoulder as she walked down the hallway toward your bedroom. "He’s staying over at the Kurosakis' place, doing some boring tactical review with Ichigo. I told him I was leaving... and honestly? I wanted you all to myself."
She stepped into your bedroom, carrying a plastic convenience store bag that rattled with the distinct sound of chips and candy, alongside a much larger, heavy designer tote bag whose contents were obscured in the dim light. She set her things down on the corner of your dresser, her blue eyes taking in the atmosphere of the space. The room was dark, completely tranquil, with the animated characters on the TV screen casting soft blue and purple hues across your sheets.
"Were you about to go to sleep?" she asked, turning her head to look at you over her shoulder, her strawberry-blonde waves shifting over her back.
"Not for a few hours," you replied, walking past her toward your closet. "Let me get you something comfortable to wear."
You opened the closet door, rummaging through your shelves until you pulled out an oversized, soft cotton T-shirt and a pair of loose, stretchy athletic shorts. You walked back over and handed the bundle to her.
"Here, these should fit you well enough to sleep in."
"Thank you," Rangiku murmured, her voice dropping into a lower, softer register that felt intimate in the quiet room.
Without a hint of hesitation or modesty, her hand reached around to the back of her neck, unhooking the hidden clasp of her coral sundress.
You averted your eyes as the fabric slid down her hips, focusing your gaze on the television screen while she changed into the oversized shirt and shorts. The mattress dipped a second later as Rangiku slid under the cool sheets beside you, bringing that immense, comforting wall of warmth with her.
"What are we watching?" she asked, curling her long legs up beneath the blankets. You told her the name of the slice-of-life anime, your voice a little breathy in the quiet room. Leaning back against your pillows, you looked over at her.
"Did you and Captain Hitsugaya actually finish the mission?"
Rangiku let out a dramatic sigh and stretched her arms high above her head, the movement pulling the soft cotton of the shirt tight across her chest. "Yes. Paperwork is done, the spiritual coordinates are logged, and I am officially off the clock," she groaned happily, melting sideways until her shoulder and torso leaned against your side.
She had always been a physical, touchy person, but she possessed such a genuine heart that her constant closeness never made you feel uncomfortable. It made you think of the legendary sleepover the two of you had shared with Orihime a few months back—a night filled with absolute chaos, terrible kitchen experiments, and crying from laughing so hard. The memory kept the atmosphere in the room light, but as you looked down at her, an electric wave of tension rippled through the air. Rangiku had stopped looking at the TV. She was gazing up at you through her thick, dark lashes, her striking blue eyes reflecting the colorful, shifting light of the screen in a way that made your pulse hitch.
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The lamp on your nightstand was clicked on now, bathing the bedroom in a golden glow that caught the empty snack wrappers piled neatly inside the plastic bag on your dresser. You sat there speechless, your jaw practically unhinged as you stared at what Rangiku was currently holding in her lap. Fished directly from the bottom of her designer tote bag were three very distinct, high-end human pleasure objects: a suction Rose toy, a thick silicone dildo, and a sleek, multi-speed rabbit vibrator.
A spike of embarrassment and sheer shock hit you, a rush of heat flooding your veins, and warming your cheeks. Rangiku, utterly unbothered, was beaming like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Don't look at me like that!" she laughed, her voice a musical, wicked purr as she shook the silicone toy at you. "Remember when we were gossiping at Orihime’s, and you said Ichigo was so oblivious that he wouldn't be laying a finger on her anytime soon, so she should just buy a toy? I looked into it! I am fully aware of all these modern human things now, but..." She shifted closer, her thigh pressing flush against yours as she set the items down on the blanket. Her expression became intensely enthusiastic, her blue eyes glittering. "I really want to try them out with you."
You hesitated, your fingers twisting into the fabric of your shorts, your throat feeling dry. "Umm... so... Rangiku, I don't know..."
Her lower lip instantly popped out into a pout. "Why not? You're my favorite human and you like me too, so it'll be better with you." Then, the playfulness vanished. Her voice dropped into a quieter, serious register that sent a shiver straight down your spine. Her eyes locked onto yours, refusing to break contact for even a fraction of a second. "Besides... I really liked making out with you that one time. And I think doing a lot more of it tonight would be nice. Can we?"
You took a slow, deep breath, taking in the surrealism of the moment. You had gone from eating fruit, snacking, and gossiping about soul society politics to sitting inches away from a beautiful lieutenant offering a pile of erotica. The tension in the room was hot. "Okay," you finally murmured, an assured spark taking over your senses as you leaned slightly over her. "But you're not using them on me. If we're doing this, I'm going to use every one of them on you."
A pleased, triumphant look washed over Rangiku's face, her lips curling into a wicked little grin. "Yes, please," she whispered.
You didn't waste another second. You leaned in and caught her mouth in a slow, deep kiss that fractured into a heavy rush of tongue. Rangiku let out a soft gasp against your lips, her mouth parting to welcome you as you pulled her body flush against yours. One of your hands slid directly under the hem of her oversized shirt, your palm gripping the curve of her hip, while your other hand came up to cradle the side of her jaw, your fingers tangling into the thick waves of her hair. She felt so soft and smooth all over.
The kiss soon degenerated into something sloppy, wet, and fervent. Rangiku pushed herself closer into your space, her tongue sliding deeper into your mouth with an eager, needy hunger that proved she had been thinking about this for a long time. Your hand left her hip, traveling slowly up the warm expanse of her ribs beneath the cotton shirt until your fingers cupped the weight of her bare breast. The supple flesh spilled over your fingers, and a loud, breathless moan tore from the back of Rangiku's throat, her body shuddering against yours. You made out for several minutes, the quiet comedy on the television drowned out by the sound of your tangled breathing and wet, gasping sighs, before you gripped her shoulders and pushed her flat back onto the mattress.
You lean down, pressing your lips back against hers, drinking in the quiet gasp that escapes her mouth. Rangiku’s hands come up to roam over your body, her warm palms tracing the curve of your waist before her fingers dig into the fabric of your pajama top for leverage. You break the kiss, dragging your lips down the smooth line of her jaw to press wet, bites onto the sensitive skin of her neck, right where her pulse jumps. A low hum vibrates deep in her throat as you work your way lower, shifting your weight between her thighs until your hand slides down her torso to find the waistband of the shorts you lent her.
Your thumb presses firm through the grey cotton, finding the exact spot where her arousal is already gathering into a hard, swollen nub. Rangiku’s hips jerk up against your hand, a sharp, involuntary twitch that betrays how ready she is.
You hold her down with the weight of your palm, a small smile brushing against her collarbone as you feel her breath hitch.
"Did you actually finish your work today, Matsumoto, or did you leave the captain stranded and run over here because you wanted to play with toys and sleep with me?"
Her chest rises high as she tries to find her voice in the quiet room. You trace a lazy, grinding circle with your thumb over the fabric, pressing directly into her heat.
"I actually helped this time," she pants, her blue eyes dark with as her fingers grip your shoulders. "I swear I did."
You let out a quiet, knowing hum, letting the disbelief hang in the air as you offer her an elusive smile. With a smooth drag of your hands, you hook your fingers into the elastic waistband of her shorts and pull them down her long legs, tossing them over the edge of the bed to leave her bare. Your eyes rake over her form in the glow of the lamp. Her trimmed pubic hair is a soft patch of strawberry blonde, a flawless match to the thick waves spread out across your pillows. The heat between her thighs is already glistening with a heavy sheen of slick moisture. You use your fingers to gently part her labia, exposing the wet pink flesh.
"Look at that," you murmur, staring at the sight as the fluid pools between her folds. "You're so pretty, Rangiku. Look how wet you are just from a little kissing."
She shifts on the sheets, her inner thighs clamping against your ribs as she tries to hide from your intense gaze. "Stop staring and stop teasing," she whines, her voice thick, eager, and entirely willing.
"Sorry," you whisper, though the amusement stays in your voice and you make no effort to hurry.
Instead of going down right away, you dip your index finger into the pool of her slickness, coating the digit before rubbing it slowly up and down her pussy, spreading her own moisture over her clit until she is slick from top to bottom. You watch her face twist, her lips parting as you toy with her. Only when she begins to roll her hips in a silent beg do you lean down, pressing a firm, lingering kiss to the soft flesh of her inner thigh. You slide your arm beneath her knee, lifting her leg high and locking your fingers into the meat of her thigh to hold her open.
You bring your tongue down to her center, licking upward in one long, deliberate stroke. Her folds spreads wide over your tongue. She tastes nice—a clean, salty tang mixed with the calm, cool essence. You open your mouth wide, gathering her sensitive clit between your lips, and suck.
A loud, ragged moan breaks from her, her back arching clear off the mattress. The sheer sensitivity of her body catches you off guard; for a woman with such a formidable military presence, her flesh responds to the slightest touch. Her long fingers reach down, threading into your long braids, her palm pressing against the back of your head to hold you close to her. You look up through your lashes, taking in the view of her face—her lips parted and swollen, her hair wild across your pillows. She looks breathtaking. You keep eating her out, taking your time with slow, heavy laps simply for your own enjoyment, listening to her shaky breaths echo in the dark space.
Rangiku’s voice gets louder, turning into a string of cries as her hips lift off the sheet, grinding her wet center straight against your mouth in a desperate search for more pressure.
You pull back just out of reach, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. "Which toy do you want first?"
She looks up at you with eyes bright and brimming with adoration, her gaze locked onto yours. "The rabbit," she gasps out.
"Open it," you command softly.
You keep your hand resting on her thigh, your thumb maintaining a steady, firm rub over her wet clit to keep her on the edge while her fumbling fingers strip the plastic packaging away. A dark rose flush steals across her pale cheeks, her gaze fixed on yours the entire time. Once the toy is free, you take it from her grip, clicking the power button until the motor wakes with a low, soft hum—the lowest setting. You bring the vibrating tip down, pressing it right onto her wet clit.
Her spine arches, her entire frame jolting against the mattress. A surprised laugh leaves your chest as her features twist with the sudden shock of the pleasure, her eyes rolling back. Down between her thighs, her tight opening is overflowing, leaking a steady stream of slick fluid that glistens against her skin as the rabbit works. Smiling, you slide two fingers deep into her slick heat, curling them upward to hook against her g-spot.
Rangiku shrieked against the pillows, her hips jerking wild as her internal muscles locked around your fingers like a vice.
"You're so tight, Rangiku," you murmur, leaning down so your breath hits her ear. "Relax for me. Don't cum yet. We’re going to take our time."
"Please," she whimpers, her hands dragging up to grip your forearms. "It's too much with the buzzing, just let me do it to you."
"No," you tell her, not letting her back out just to turn around and toy with you. "You said you wanted to try it, right?"
You hold her hips still with one hand, your fingers inside her slowing down into a torturous, deep 'come here' motion, stretching her walls while the vibrator keeps up its steady rumble against her clit. You talk her through every single sensation, keeping her balanced right on the brink of ruin. "You're so loud, Rangiku. Wet too. Feel how my fingers are stretching you out. Look down at my hand. Look at how easy it is. You can take it."
She lets out a broken whine, her head tossing from side to side as she forces herself to look down at where your hands join her flesh. Her pink folds are swollen, gripping your fingers tight. "I see it... god, it feels so good. Your fingers are s-so deep—ahhn-ghnm. The vibrator's—O-oh... let me cum, please, I can't hold it."
"You can hold it," you whisper back, your thumb pressing the vibrator a little harder against her while your fingers execute a sharp, cruel flick inside her. "You're doing so good, baby. Just a few more seconds. You can do that for me, yeah"?
"Yesss," She draws, making needy little noises in the back of her throat as she tries to follow your instructions, her internal walls pulsing and clamping around your hand in an effort to control the mounting pressure. You keep her there for several minutes, manual exploration combining with the steady buzz until her skin is hot to the touch and her breathing is a ragged mess of half-formed words.
Only when you feel her entire body go rigid with tension do you decide she's had enough. You reach down and click the button, kicking the vibrations up a notch, matching the rapid pulse with a fast, ruthless plunge of your fingers.
"Good girl. Now cum for me, Rangiku," you coax her, your voice a proud murmur against her skin.
With one violent heave of her hips, she breaks. Her internal walls clamp down around your fingers in a hard, crushing orgasm, her fluid soaking your hand as a loud, frantic string of cries tears from her throat. You don't stop moving. You keep your fingers pumping deep inside the tight squeeze of her climax, the rabbit maintaining its steady buzz against her clit while she rides out the aftershocks. Only when the pulsing slowly subsides do you slide your hand free, lifting your glistening fingers to your mouth to suck them clean right before her unraveled eyes.
Rangiku's thighs tremble, small tremors writhing through her legs. "Oh god," she breathes, her hand flying down to weakly grip your wrist to pull the toy away.
Instead of letting her find relief, you reach down and click the switch, ramping the vibrator up to its highest, most aggressive speed against her raw nerves. The harsh, loud buzz fills the quiet bedroom. Her grip on your wrist tightens into a panicked squeeze as the heavy vibration hits her overstimulated flesh.
"Do you want me to stop, Rangiku?"
She can't form a real response. She lets out a fractured whine, her body squirming in a vain effort to escape the intense, stimulation of the machine, yet her hips still tilt instinctively toward the touch. You cup her jaw in your hand, tilting her head up to press a firm kiss to her wet lips. She instantly tries to deepen the touch, her tongue searching for yours in a gamble for comfort, but you pull back just out of reach, a smile breaking on your face at the deep, pouty look that forms on her full lips.
"You need to talk to me," you murmur against her skin. "Tell me what you want."
Her blue eyes are dark, glassy, and completely unraveled by the pleasure. "Slower..." she gasps out, her voice a faint whisper as she pleads with you. "Please, drop it down."
You click the button, dropping the device back down to its lowest, gentlest hum. You lean down and lick her up with soothing, wet drags to cool the raw heat of her skin, before turning the power off and tossing the toy onto the sheets.
-
Rangiku rests her full weight in your lap, her bare back pressed flush against your chest as her frame trembles from the heat of the bedroom. The air is thick, holding the heavy scent of her jasmine perfume and the musk of her arousal. She keeps her legs draped over yours, her thighs spread wide to expose her slick center. With one hand, she clamps the Rose toy flat against her swollen clit, the soft silicone mouth pulsing with tight waves of air pressure. Your hand is wrapped firm around the base of the dildo, sliding the thick shaft deep into her wet channel in a slow, unwavering rhythm.
Both of your eyes are fixed on the view between her legs. You watch her drenched pussy stretch open, greedily swallowing the silicone before letting it slide out, only for you to plunge it right back in. Her cream is thick and off-white, bubbling around the base of the toy from the friction.
Your free hand slides up her ribcage, your fingers spreading wide over the wealth of her breast before you trap her hard nipple between your fingers, giving it a firm tug. Rangiku lets out a high whine, her head rolling back against your shoulder. Her appetite hasn't slowed down, even after three shattering orgasms.
"Look at how open you are for me," you murmur against her ear, your voice low and rough. "You're dripping all over my thighs, just taking every inch. Tell me how it feels inside you."
Rangiku shifts her weight, her hips attempting to grind back against your pelvis in a brief show of defiance. She tries to force a faster pace, eager to hunt her own release against your rhythm. "Feels r-really good," she pants, her voice a gravelly, ragged mess. "You're doing this on purpose. Pushing it in so deep and slow… until I can't even breathe. Go faster."
You tighten your grip on her hip, pinning her pelvis flat to prevent her from taking control of the stride. "Shh. No dictating the pace, Matsumoto," you murmur, your voice calm but absolute. "You're too demanding."
She lets out a frustrated huff but keeps her eyes glued to the slick junction of your bodies, watching the dildo slide home. You guide her through the overwhelming sensation, your thumb smoothing over her hip bone. "Hold the toy still, Rangiku. You keep begging for speed, but you can't even handle what you're already being given. You get a bit dumb after cumming so many times, hmm? It's okay, baby."
"You're mean," she whimpers, though her internal walls clamp down on the silicone shaft in a tight, desperate squeeze that completely betrays her words. Her chest heaves as she tries to follow your command, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "The Rose is buzzing too fast... I can't stay still for you."
"You can," you tell her, leaning forward to press a warm kiss to the side of her neck, right where her pulse thumps hard against your lips. "Be a good girl and stay still for me. It's better when it builds up."
The fluid strings between your flesh with every retreat, leaving a messy trail across your lap. The silence of the room is long gone, replaced by the sound of skin striking silicone and the steady hum of the toy. The cotton sheets beneath you are thoroughly ruined, soaked through with sweat and her previous releases.
Rangiku tilts her head back, her mouth open as she gasps for air. You lean across her jaw and catch her lips in a sloppy, deep kiss. Her tongue tangles with yours in a slick, wet slide that matches the motion of your hand below. She moans into your mouth, the sound growing louder, turning into a desperate vibration as her inner thighs begin to shake uncontrollably. Her internal muscles lock around the toy like a vice, tightening so hard your knuckles ache from holding the base.
"I'm gonna cum," she gasps into the kiss, her toes curling. "I'm going to squirt all over you, honeyy—"
Suddenly, a heavy, hot gush of fluid erupts from her. She squirts hard, the sheer pressure of the release trying to push the dildo straight out of her body. You don't let her escape the fullness. You lock your wrist, forcing the thick shaft forward, plunging deep into her core and fucking her right through the peak of her release. Rangiku screams into the kiss, her eyes rolling back as she curses through her teeth, her fingers digging deep into your thigh as she cries your name over and over into the dark room.
You gradually slow down, letting the dildo slide out with a soft, wet sound. You lean forward, pressing a tender kiss to her damp forehead. Her long waves are a wild, matted tangle around her face, and she looks undone, her blue eyes glassy and unfocused as she catches her breath.
"Flip over onto your stomach," you murmur, your fingers trailing down her stomach.
She blinks, looking a bit dazed by the sheer exhaustion of her climax, but she takes a breath and rolls over onto her chest, burying her face into the cover while keeping her ass tilted up toward you.
She lets out a muffled, breathless chuckle into the fabric. "This position is kind of embarrassing, you know. I'm a lieutenant, I should be aloud some dignity."
You get up on your knees behind her, your eyes raking over the gorgeous curve of her backside. "You'll like it like this."
A shiver ripples through her shoulders, her hips giving a small, eager wiggle of anticipation as you run the flat of your thumb over her drenched folds from behind. A wave of pure satisfaction washes over you, your own arousal spiking purely from the sight of her. You decide you're going to eat her pussy from behind until she's begging again, then you'll drive the dildo back into her, spending the rest of the night exploring where else that vibrator can make her scream.
shoko who worked you a little too hard the night before...
shoko who now was woken up the fourth time by your over excessive alarms.
shoko who has to refrain from launching your phone across the room as she grabbed it from under the covers to end the torture.
shoko who now laid fully awake, taking in the atmosphere of the room illuminated by the dawning of the morning. she looks over at you, cracking a small grin. your cheek pressed against the off-white sheets, breathing in softly as your eyebrows scrunched occasionally. the bonnet that was supposed to be secured, slipping down your hair revealing a few stray pieces of the very hairstyle that got you in this predicament.
shoko who watched your face churn as her cold hands gently caressed your body, coaxing you awake. a deep sleep you were in, but you'd kill her if you were even a minute late to your lecture. she sighed, walking over to your side of the bed.
shoko who took matters in her own hands.
shoko who lifted you gently into her arms, even though you clearly seemed to be awakening a part of you was still stuck in a dream state.
shoko who carried you to the bathroom, setting you down on the counter. letting out a small hiss for you, it's probably super cold.
shoko who caught your head before it could tilt over. delicately grasping your neck to hold you up right.
shoko who felt oh so bad to wake her sweet, sweet girl.
shoko who lightly taps your cheek, watching you stir awake in her palm. you slowly opened your eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the change in brightness. the first thing your eyes landed on after adapting, was the girl who put you in this dazed state.
shoko who looking at the hand holding your neck steady, mumbling "i'm gonna let go now, okay? you have to get ready for class."
shoko who didn't give you another warning after that, just slowly withdrawing her hand.
shoko who hides her snicker when your head drops down, before you reflexively catch it. glaring at her with sleepy eyes and a puffy face.
shoko who pretends not to notice by grabbing your toothbrush from the holder. turning on the sink, running it under the water, applying the toothpaste, then running it under once more.
shoko who glances back at you, sighing at your dopey state.
shoko who taps your chin, signaling for you to open your mouth. half-consciously obeying her command, you opened your mouth leaning you head back against the mirror, exhaling softly. "i got you, just relax."
shoko who grips your chin, firmly. working the toothbrush inside your mouth.
shoko who places soft kisses on your cheek every few moments.
shoko who talks you through the process in her sultry sweet voice, "hm, open up don't close on me" "you're doing so good i'm almost done" "stick your tounge out, justtt like that" "my pretty baby is 'so sleepy huh"
and if anyone was listening from the hallway, they would've thought the two of you were getting freaky...
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@kajismp3 | happy pride month .ᐟ.ᐟ
i remember reading a fic on wattpad of someone brushing readers teeth for them & i still think about it often
shoko who worked you a little too hard the night before...
shoko who now was woken up the fourth time by your over excessive alarms.
shoko who has to refrain from launching your phone across the room as she grabbed it from under the covers to end the torture.
shoko who now laid fully awake, taking in the atmosphere of the room illuminated by the dawning of the morning. she looks over at you, cracking a small grin. your cheek pressed against the off-white sheets, breathing in softly as your eyebrows scrunched occasionally. the bonnet that was supposed to be secured, slipping down your hair revealing a few stray pieces of the very hairstyle that got you in this predicament.
shoko who watched your face churn as her cold hands gently caressed your body, coaxing you awake. a deep sleep you were in, but you'd kill her if you were even a minute late to your lecture. she sighed, walking over to your side of the bed.
shoko who took matters in her own hands.
shoko who lifted you gently into her arms, even though you clearly seemed to be awakening a part of you was still stuck in a dream state.
shoko who carried you to the bathroom, setting you down on the counter. letting out a small hiss for you, it's probably super cold.
shoko who caught your head before it could tilt over. delicately grasping your neck to hold you up right.
shoko who felt oh so bad to wake her sweet, sweet girl.
shoko who lightly taps your cheek, watching you stir awake in her palm. you slowly opened your eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the change in brightness. the first thing your eyes landed on after adapting, was the girl who put you in this dazed state.
shoko who looking at the hand holding your neck steady, mumbling "i'm gonna let go now, okay? you have to get ready for class."
shoko who didn't give you another warning after that, just slowly withdrawing her hand.
shoko who hides her snicker when your head drops down, before you reflexively catch it. glaring at her with sleepy eyes and a puffy face.
shoko who pretends not to notice by grabbing your toothbrush from the holder. turning on the sink, running it under the water, applying the toothpaste, then running it under once more.
shoko who glances back at you, sighing at your dopey state.
shoko who taps your chin, signaling for you to open your mouth. half-consciously obeying her command, you opened your mouth leaning you head back against the mirror, exhaling softly. "i got you, just relax."
shoko who grips your chin, firmly. working the toothbrush inside your mouth.
shoko who places soft kisses on your cheek every few moments.
shoko who talks you through the process in her sultry sweet voice, "hm, open up don't close on me" "you're doing so good i'm almost done" "stick your tounge out, justtt like that" "my pretty baby is 'so sleepy huh"
and if anyone was listening from the hallway, they would've thought the two of you were getting freaky...
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@kajismp3 | happy pride month .ᐟ.ᐟ
i remember reading a fic on wattpad of someone brushing readers teeth for them & i still think about it often
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