chocolate mock tale number twelve
title. mozzarella
prompt. pizza
warning! PWP. (yes! i googled it and i'm proud of it!)
note. a pr0n!gift for crystaldawn
When Rukia and Renji visited their human friends in Karakura, Orihime welcomed them with open arms. In fact, to celebrate, Orihime suggested they have dinner in a small restaurant which specialized in pizzas with Sado, Ishida and Tatsuki. Ichigo was not happy for he had other plans for the night but he grudgingly complied for Orihime’s sake. He knew how much she adored Rukia.
It was eight in the evening. The place was at least two to three blocks away from Orihime’s apartment. When Ichigo and Orihime got there, Rukia, Renji, Tatsuki, Ishida and Sado were already seated. Orders were made and were served.
“Mmm, this is good~” complimented Orihime, chewing her meaty pizza loaded with thick cheese and spices.
“I am surprised, to be honest. Where’s your red bean paste?” teased Rukia from across the table. Orihime blushed and laughed.
“Rukia-chan is right,” giggled Orihime, smiling widely. She looked around, honey eyes wide and impressed, “this place’s nice, isn’t it?”
Seated at Orihime’s right, Tatsuki nodded in agreement. “Yeah, although I’d appreciate it if there’s more lights.” Her nose wrinkled slightly. “Too dim for my taste,”
“But that makes it more romantic, ne, Tatsuki-chan?”
The dark-haired arched a brow, “More romantic for you and for your boy toy.” A new blush spread up to Orihime’s cheeks and over her nose.
“Oi, I’m not an object!” Ichigo snapped from Orihime’s left. “And I’m not a boy toy, for pete’s sake. Stop saying such vulgar things in front of my girlfriend.” He added with a roll of his eyes.
“Really, huh,” Tatsuki took a bite from her own slice of pizza before answering. “Still, Orihime has you wrapped around her little finger.” Tatsuki emphasized her point by sticking out her pinky. Orihime opened her mouth to oppose her best friend’s claim about her boyfriend but Tatsuki continued, “And please, don’t preach about vulgarity - your language is cruder than mine.”
Ichigo just snorted and leaned back to his chair, choosing not to reply so as not to make the conversation about his language longer. Orihime turned her face around and smiled at him sweetly; Ichigo responded with a small smile to show her that it was okay and he was not offended.
Orihime continued her conversation with Tatsuki and Rukia while Ichigo listened half-heartedly at Renji. Occasionally, Ichigo would remind Orihime to slow down and that the pizza will not run away.
“But Ichi, the-”
“You’re going to choke if you continue gobbling your pizza like that.” With a frown, Ichigo wiped Orihime’s mouth with his hand. “And chew, for pete’s sake!”
“Your girlfriend’s not a child. She can wipe her own mouth.” Rukia piped in.
Ichigo rolled his eyes and continued wiping Orihime’s cheek, his other hand at the back of her auburn head. “Chew, got it?” Orihime nodded vigorously, blushing furiously. Ichigo ignored her blushing and leaned back to his chair, arching a brow as he listened to Renji and Ishida.
“Mmm, Tatsuki-chan, try this one! It’s very delicious!” Orihime said, pointing at her own slice. Tatsuki eyed Orihime’s slice skeptically.
“Nah, it’s OK…”
Orihime pouted, “Alright… Mmm!” She moaned happily, closing her eyes. “So good…”
Ichigo slowly glanced at his moaning girlfriend with furrowed brows. He watched her lips move as she chewed. His face twitched when her pink tongue slipped out to lick her pouty bottom lip. His frown deepened when Orihime lifted her hand to her mouth, rubbed her bottom lip with her index finger, licked the same finger and resumed eating her slice, moaning while doing so. Their eyes met and locked when Orihime turned to look at him, her doe eyes filling her face.
She smiled, and Ichigo could not help but stare at her lips.
The spell broke when Tatsuki called Orihime’s name and the girl looked at her best friend. Ichigo exhaled and rubbed his face, frustrated.
Damn… Tonight’s supposed to be freaking special.
Damn it, king! Tonight’s our sexy time!
A vein pounded in Ichigo’s temple. Shut up! But the white pain-in-the-ass menace was right. He was properly kissing Orihime, which will eventually lead into something more in her bed (or floor or table or wherever) when Rukia and Renji arrived and foiled his plans.
Tch. He continued watching his girlfriend eat her 7th slice of pizza with gusto and innocent little moans, which further frustrated Ichigo. A pizza slice was not supposed to make his girlfriend moan like that.
Stop whining, idiot. Do something!
Ichigo ignored the voice and scowled. Again, the pain-in-the-ass was right. Tch.
This is easy. With a secret smirk, Ichigo placed a hand on Orihime’s thigh. The girl jumped slightly in shock. Mouth full, she turned to Ichigo with questioning gaze. Ichigo replied with an innocent stare.
I don’t trust that… innocent look. Orihime thought with a small, thoughtful frown. She was jolted out of her thoughts when Rukia directed a question to her.
“Hai, Rukia-chan?”
Their seating arrangement around the rectangular table allowed Ichigo to keep his hand on Orihime’s thigh without anyone noticing. Absentmindedly and already bored, Ichigo started to rub his thumb over Orihime’s warm, smooth skin. Orihime was ridiculously soft, her body responsive, her skin smooth that it required little effort to bruise and mark her. Aside from her neck which he loved to kiss and mark, he was also fond of leaving marks on her thighs.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a small leer when he felt Orihime shift uncomfortably. He continued, however, his ministrations, rubbing her skin with his coarse fingers. His hand disappeared under her pink miniskirt, then down again to her knee.
For Orihime’s part, she was having immense difficulty focusing on what Rukia and Tatsuki were saying. Ichigo’s large, calloused hand was on her thigh, deeply rubbing the muscles there. Instead of relaxing, though, she felt restless, bothered… and moist.
No! Now’s not the proper time! She scolded herself, mortified at her wanton reaction.
In retrospect, she realized that wearing a flirty miniskirt was a wrong idea. But summer had been so hot. Wearing jeans will just make her itch. Therefore, she settled into wearing this skirt - given as a gift by Rangiku-san, of course.
She felt his hand slide higher, disappear under her skirt and linger there. Subtly, Orihime glanced at her boyfriend; his face was turned away, facing Sado. She returned her gaze to her plate, biting her bottom lip with a small, flustered frown. The warmth from his large hand was making her dizzy; her body was responding and worst, Orihime can feel her nipples hardening, pushing hard against the fabric of her thin bra. She jerked slightly when one of his long fingers brushed against her crotch. Almost instantly, she became wetter, her nipples achingly harder.
“Orihime, are you alright?” Rukia’s voice snapped Orihime out of her aroused stupor. She blushed heatedly and nodded vigorously, slouching so as not to make her chest noticeable. After all, she was wearing a thin, white sleeveless shirt, and the bra she chose to wear tonight was thin as well.
“Y-Yes!” she replied overenthusiastically. “I’m fine! Very, very fine!”
Beside her, facing the other way around, Ichigo smirked darkly. Of course, she was fine. To further torture her, he dragged the tips of his fingers deliberately over her covered slit, pushing the tips of his index and middle fingers into the weeping slit.
Orihime quickly bit down on her pizza to muffle her squeak and moan, eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. Her friends looked at her which further embarrassed her.
“It’s… v-very-” Ichigo’s finger flicked over her covered clit. She squeaked; her friends arched their brows. “…Delicious!” Orihime said loudly which startled them. Tatsuki and Rukia smiled indulgently.
Ichigo hid a grin, his eyes dark behind orange locks.
Her legs involuntarily opened wider. Oh gosh, I’m… I’m… She swallowed tightly, unable to complete the thought. Her blush was very red and very evident that Rukia had to ask her again if she was alright. Orihime opened her mouth to reply - maybe tell her friends that her pizza was too spicy - when Ichigo pushed the crotch of her panties aside and slid his long middle finger inside of her.
It took all her willpower not to arch her back and moan at the penetration. Her toes curled and her nipples hardened painfully, her eyes wide and dark.
“I… I… I’m fine! The pizza… is too… spicy!” Orihime forced a breathless laugh, her body tensed and taut.
Tatsuki shook her head. “Here, have some water. Jeez.”
“T-Thank you!”
Tatsuki nodded and turned to converse with Rukia.
Orihime bit her lip, her chest lifting and falling at her every deep breath. Red-faced and incredibly aroused, she leaned back a little to look down. The sight of Ichigo’s moving hand lodged firmly between her pale thighs was arousing, making her wetter and blush. She bit her lip and lifted her lashes to sneak a peek from her boyfriend. He was cool as a cucumber, exchanging verbal jabs with Renji and Ishida. Her sweaty thighs started trembling when his thrusts became harder and deeper, urging her hips to lift subtly under the table. She bit her lip harder to contain her moans, panting raggedly. Beads of sweat rolled down between her full breasts. When his wet finger pulled back and plucked at her aroused clitoris, Orihime gasped loudly, her back arching as she shuddered in intense pleasure.
“Orihime, you’re so red.” Tatsuki said concernedly. The auburn-haired girl stiffened and looked at her best friend. “Are you OK?”
“I’m f-fine.” She reached for her glass of water and gulped it down.
“Wow, you’re thirsty,” remarked Rukia.
Orihime gave a shaky smile. “It’s… really hot and my throat is dry and my pizza,” she paused to breathe deeply, struggling to contain her moans as Ichigo continued to move his large finger inside her. He took her swollen bud of desire between his index and thumb and tugged at it, causing Orihime to gasp, shudder and grab at Ichigo’s forearm, gripping it tightly in her small sweaty hand. Ichigo, however, did not yield, much to Orihime’s embarrassment.
“…is very d-delicious and s-spicy…” Orihime finished nervously, almost moaning while blushing furiously.
Rukia and Tatsuki stared at her confusedly before shrugging. “Alright, if you say so,” Tatsuki said. Orihime gave a smile. Shakily, she looked up to Ichigo beseechingly, her eyes wide and watery.
“Ichi…go…” She whimpered quietly, her cheeks flushed and hot. Her toes curled, a sharp jolt of pleasure convulsed her spine, causing her to gasp under her breath. Ichigo glanced at her underneath his heavy lids, his eyes dark and smoldering. She swallowed painfully, getting more aroused at the way he was looking at her with those… chocolate eyes.
“What’s wrong…” drawled Ichigo in a low, low, shivery voice, “Orihime?” The corner of his lips curled wickedly at the way Orihime tremble under his heated, almost-lazy gaze. He licked his lips when Orihime parted her damp, plump lips in a shaky gasp when his fingers rubbed the walls of her slick entrance slowly, curling his finger to touch and prod at her very sensitive spot.
“…S-Stop…” Orihime whispered, almost moaning.
At the sound of her soft moan, Ichigo’s eyes became almost black. Fuck… He ground his molars, his throbbing erection punching the back of his fly. His eyes lowered to her heaving breasts, her hard nipples almost visible.
Damn it… This is fucking torture for me as well. He looked at her eyes and feigned an innocent look, blinking at her, “Stop what?”
She opened her mouth to reply but he dug his finger deeply into her. Her eyes widened and she groaned through clenched teeth.
“Orihime, are you sure you’re alright?” Tatsuki demanded. “I think you’re going to get sick with fever or something.”
Orihime turned her head to look at her best friend and leaned forward to the table. “Oh, it’s j-just v-very hot and-” She squeaked and bit her tongue to stop herself from moaning aloud. I’m so close… I’m going to… I’m going to… She gulped nervously, flustered as her friends stared at her.
No, I can’t!
It was obvious to Ichigo how painfully hard it was for Orihime to hold back. Nevertheless, he continued his ministrations; he even added another finger, filling Orihime with two long roughly thrusting fingers. Her hips bucked slightly against his fingers. His heated eyes watched Orihime flush and pant heavily, eyes hooded and glazed over. She was so wet now, her wet arousal covering his palm. Ichigo licked his lips, angled his thumb and pressed down on Orihime’s clit with the pad of his thumb.
Orihime’s breathing stopped, her eyes wide. Oh god, I- She can feel it, and she knew her orgasm will make her scream and that will be mortifying.
Shit. Ichigo thought, his arousal reacting to Orihime’s almost-orgasm.
N-No!
Startling her friends, even Ichigo, Orihime stood up abruptly, shuddering at the rush of wet heat soaking her inner thighs. Ichigo’s fingers slipped out of her. The girl bowed and excused herself, mumbled a rushed “I need to go to the bathroom!” and left the table. The group stared after the flustered girl.
“What happened to Inoue?” asked Rukia.
“Maybe she ate too much?” suggested Renji with a shrug.
Tatsuki made a motion to follow Orihime but Ichigo gestured her to sit down as he stood up slowly. “I’ll go and follow her,” he grinned lopsidedly. Tatsuki snorted.
“Yeah. Be a good boy toy and follow your girlfriend.”
Ichigo rolled his eyes and left the table to follow Orihime. As he made his way to the back of the small restaurant, he lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers, growling at her taste, his eyes glowing, dark and heavy-lidded. Few locks of wild orange hair fell over his forehead, making his features dark and sinister.
Damn.
He can’t wait to fully taste her in his mouth.
-
The comfort room was empty when Orihime came inside. She stood in front of the mirror, panting heavily, staring at her reflection with wide brown eyes, her cheeks flushed. The blush spread down to her neck and collarbones. Her blush darkened as her gaze found her breasts, her dark pink nipples visible under her thin, cotton sleeveless shirt. She bit her lip hard, growing redder as her nipples grew harder, protruding rather obviously.
Oh god…. This is so embarrassing!
She pressed her shaking thighs together while wrapping her arms around her under her breasts; she groaned, realizing she needed a new pair. She was so wet that the crotch of her panties was soaked. Her core felt so hot and in desperate need to be penetrated, to be broken and to be filled lusciously by him until they were both hurling over the edge of raw sensual pleasure.
This is… t-this is… so embarrassing! The auburn-haired girl thought tearfully. I feel so…
Orihime squeezed her eyes shut, breathing deeply - inhale, exhale - to calm herself and her burning body.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Deeply, deeply, deeply.
When she opened her eyes, her honey-colored irises met fiery chocolate eyes.
Orihime gasped.
Ichigo was right behind her, staring at her with tangible hunger through the mirror.
“I-Ichigo!”
-
She was about to turn around to face him but Ichigo wrapped his arms around her torso. Orihime gasped, breathless.
“Ichigo…”
He pressed his nose behind her ear and inhaled. “You smell so good.” He said in his low voice. His tongue slipped out and licked the back of her ear. Orihime’s breath caught, watching her boyfriend through the mirror. His lashes lifted and their eyes locked. The auburn head flushed but kept her gaze locked with his. The corner of Ichigo’s lips lifted. Eyes locked with hers, he began to kiss and nip at the side of her neck. He bit a little of her skin, sucked it with his teeth until it was raw and lavished the bruise with his tongue. While doing this, he lowered one of his hands to her pelvis and to the apex of her thighs while keeping her trapped inside his one-arm embrace.
Orihime’s blush darkened - almost purple - when he rubbed his fingers against her crotch. Her breasts heaved, nipples jutting as she moaned quietly.
“S-Stop… We can’t… Not here - in a comfort room!” She said frantically.
“Shh…” Ichigo murmured against the skin of her neck. “I locked the door. You were so distracted earlier you didn’t notice me.”
“Ichi… I- Stop, please!”
“No.” Ichigo flashed a small, crooked grin before lifting her skirt to her hips, pushed her underwear to the side roughly and filled her with two fingers, the same fingers he used earlier while finger-fucking her under the table. Orihime’s head lolled back, a moan exploding from her mouth. Ichigo thrust his erection between her rounded buttocks, matching his hip thrusts with his plunging fingers. She was thoroughly wet and scorching hot that it will be so damn easy to fuck her. But her inner muscles were clamping hard and tightly around his fingers, increasing his already fierce desire. The way she was chanting his name further pushed him over the edge.
“We… c-cant! Ichigo, ple-”
“Sorry,” he growled. “I can’t stop. Not now. Damn… You’re so wet.”
Orihime moaned.
“I was planning having you all by myself tonight. But damn, Rukia came over and ruined my fucking plans.”
Ichigo flicked her swollen clit with his thumb, causing Orihime to cry out keenly.
“I can’t fuck you while you two have some girl time together in your apartment, right?”
“B-But… Oh god…”
Orihime panted and moaned softly as her body bounced back and forth, from his hot erection to his large fingers. Her small hands gripped at the forearm of Icchigo’s arm surrounding her torso. Ichigo kept kissing her neck, sucking at her pulse point while keeping his gaze on their reflection in the mirror.
She’s coming, he thought as her cries became louder, watching her beautiful flushed face. He retracted his fingers from her entrance and turned her around, causing Orihime to gasp in surprise. He captured her lips in a forceful, deep kiss, sliding his slippery tongue with hers. He groaned as Orihime wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her mouth harder against his, making him kiss her harder and deeper. Their teeth clunked and tongues tangled eagerly. Ichigo forcefully broke the kiss, panting hard against her swollen lips. He smiled slightly at her, kissed her upper lip and grabbed her hips. He lifted her up to the counter; his hands pulled her shirt from the waistband of her skirt, and pushed it up to her collarbones. With quick hands, he unclasped her bra and his mouth hungrily latched on her nipple.
“You know, I was about to attack you while you were moaning back there… It’s so fucking sexy.” He groaned against her nipple. He put the pebbled tip between his teeth, bit it, flicked his tongue over it rapidly, and sucked it until it was raw.
“Especially when you look at me with your eyes… Fuck.” He raised himself and kissed her mouth deeply. Orihime moaned against his mouth and around her lover’s greedy tongue. Ichigo pulled away slightly, several strings of saliva between their damp lips. “You drive me so fucking crazy.”
“Ichigo…” He kissed her again, cupping her face in his large hands. She made him even crazier when she whispered his name like that. While kissing her, he ran his hand over her long coppery hair. Ichigo never let her cut it even though it grew ridiculously long. He also obsessed with the color of her hair.
“Mmm…”
His mouth lowered to her jaw and neck, then back to her large breasts. Orihime clutched him closer to her, whimpering his name as he suckled her nipples. One of his hands went under her miniskirt. Orihime’s eyes widened.
“Ichi-”
Rip!
“That’s-”
“11th or is it the 12th pair already?” Ichigo said with a crooked smirk. Orihime blushed, gripping the front of his shirt.
“We’re even.”
“I don’t rip off your-”
“You ripped my favorite white long sleeves five days ago.” She stiffened. He smirked. “These are just panties, anyway. You don’t need them when you’re with me.”
“Ichi-”
He kissed her fully on the mouth again, tearing her underwear off her thighs and stuffing the scraps into his back pocket. He pushed her thighs apart, shoved her skirt up to her waist, broke the kiss and bent down to kiss her between her legs. Orihime groaned and squirmed, pushing her knuckles to her mouth to stifle her moans. With teary eyes, she looked down to her splayed legs and watched Ichigo. He licked, sucked, loved and fucked her there with his mouth, teeth and tongue. His fingers parted her lips to allow his large tongue to penetrate deeply into her. She watched his tongue dive in and out of her, sometimes he’ll slide it as far as it can go, moved it side to side, up and down while inside, making her wetter and more aroused. He caught her clit between his teeth and sucked it fiercely into his mouth, the action eliciting a very erotic sound that made her shiver. He must have felt that she was watching him because he lifted his lashes and looked up to her wide eyes. He continued, his actions more fevered, his tongue moving more ardently.
She started to breathe faster, her orgasm nearer. She jumped in shock when she heard loud knocks. Panicked, she looked down to Ichigo. Instead of stopping, however, he carried on, kissing and making love to her passionately wearing an expression as if he was having a very tasty meal.
“Ichigo…” Orihime panted, the tight coil in her belly twisting even tighter. He filled her with his tongue and finger, his thumb pressing down on her clit. She stifled a cry with her fist on her mouth, her body arching in a wild arc as she came violently. She chanted his name breathlessly, weakly. Ichigo licked his fingers and lips but didn’t bother licking her dry.
Their eyes met and locked and in a blink, Orihime found herself pinned against a wall, “Ichigo?”
He didn’t respond, only worked to free his member from his jeans. She was still riding her orgasm when Ichigo thrust his erection into her in one hard plunge. She gasped and clung to his neck, her legs shaking as Ichigo started to pound into her wet heat.
“Hime…” He groaned possessively against her neck, his hips moving in wild jackhammer thrusts, making her legs wobbly. Orihime easily came, muffling her cry on his shoulder.
“Not yet… One more time.”
He grabbed her ass and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around him. In a new angle, he continued to thrust in and out of her. “I-Ichi… go…” Orihime said breathlessly, cheeks hot as her breasts bounced in front of Ichigo’s face. Orihime turned her face towards the mirror and watched their lewd reflection. With hot, embarrassed cheeks, she watched Ichigo’s wild bucking hips, his large hands cupping her butt, his mouth sucking her breast, and his face screwed in tight but pleasured face. She squeezed him tighter and he responded with harder, bruising thrusts.
“Hime…”
She cradled his head, his bright hair sinking under her thin fingers, loving the way he took her, possessed her. One of his hands caressed her sweaty back, pulling her closer to his pumping body, his groans louder as their orgasms neared.
He pressed his lips on her parted mouth, broke the kiss, and panted against her mouth. Orihime gripped his hair and pulled when she came first with a loud cry, urging him to ride her faster, harder which Orihime didn’t mind. He filled her so much and she loved the feeling of being so full of him. Several hard thrusts later, he came fiercely, their orgasms mingling and drenching her thighs (in Ichigo’s case, pants.)
Orihime slumped against his chest, her body boneless and worn out. Ichigo ran a hand over her back. The same hand cupped her face, pushing her back to kiss her swollen lips gently. Orihime smiled into the kiss, kissing him back just as softly. While they kissed, he urged her to lower her legs. Still supporting her sated body, he slowly pulled out of her; Orihime moaned softly, her body twitching and her grip on his hair tightening. Her skirt fell around her hips. Ichigo put her bra back in place and righted her shirt. He pulled away from the kiss, smoothing back her hair.
“That’s what you get for eating your pizza like the way you do.” Ichigo said with a small grin. He laughed huskily at her mortified expression. “Be careful. Your eyes will pop out of your face.”
“I-Ichigo!”
He arched a brow. “What? I think you should be thankful, you know. I know you needed to be fucked properly and I did.”
She gawked at his vulgar words. “Ichigo, that’s… t-that’s-”
He shrugged, zipping up his pants. “This isn’t the first we fucked in a comfort room, right?” He ignored her horrified gasp. “So, no need to feel bashful anymore, Hime,” Ichigo watched her flail amusedly. “Don’t panic. Come on.” He reached for her hand and attempted to pull her towards the door, but Orihime dug her heels on the floor.
“B-But… There are people outside! They’ll see you!”
“They probably heard you so they won’t ask what I’m doing here.”
Orihime gasped. “O-O-oh no! How embarrassing… Ichi- ah!”
Ichigo glanced at her. “What’s wrong?” He grinned wickedly when Orihime blushed, pressing her thighs together. “Can’t walk, Hime?”
The auburn haired flailed in embarrassment. “N-No! I…”
“You want a second round?” He reached for her but Orihime flailed, shaking her head frantically.
“N-NO! Oh this is so… I d-d-d-don’t have p-p-panties!”
Ichigo stared at her blankly. “I know. I have your panties here.” Ichigo said as if he was talking about a weather forecast. “Come on. You have more pizzas to devour. And I’m warning you now. Be careful.”
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prompt. pizza
warning! PWP. (yes! i googled it and i'm proud of it!)
note. a pr0n!gift for crystaldawn
When Rukia and Renji visited their human friends in Karakura, Orihime welcomed them with open arms. In fact, to celebrate, Orihime suggested they have dinner in a small restaurant which specialized in pizzas with Sado, Ishida and Tatsuki. Ichigo was not happy for he had other plans for the night but he grudgingly complied for Orihime’s sake. He knew how much she adored Rukia.
It was eight in the evening. The place was at least two to three blocks away from Orihime’s apartment. When Ichigo and Orihime got there, Rukia, Renji, Tatsuki, Ishida and Sado were already seated. Orders were made and were served.
“Mmm, this is good~” complimented Orihime, chewing her meaty pizza loaded with thick cheese and spices.
“I am surprised, to be honest. Where’s your red bean paste?” teased Rukia from across the table. Orihime blushed and laughed.
“Rukia-chan is right,” giggled Orihime, smiling widely. She looked around, honey eyes wide and impressed, “this place’s nice, isn’t it?”
Seated at Orihime’s right, Tatsuki nodded in agreement. “Yeah, although I’d appreciate it if there’s more lights.” Her nose wrinkled slightly. “Too dim for my taste,”
“But that makes it more romantic, ne, Tatsuki-chan?”
The dark-haired arched a brow, “More romantic for you and for your boy toy.” A new blush spread up to Orihime’s cheeks and over her nose.
“Oi, I’m not an object!” Ichigo snapped from Orihime’s left. “And I’m not a boy toy, for pete’s sake. Stop saying such vulgar things in front of my girlfriend.” He added with a roll of his eyes.
“Really, huh,” Tatsuki took a bite from her own slice of pizza before answering. “Still, Orihime has you wrapped around her little finger.” Tatsuki emphasized her point by sticking out her pinky. Orihime opened her mouth to oppose her best friend’s claim about her boyfriend but Tatsuki continued, “And please, don’t preach about vulgarity - your language is cruder than mine.”
Ichigo just snorted and leaned back to his chair, choosing not to reply so as not to make the conversation about his language longer. Orihime turned her face around and smiled at him sweetly; Ichigo responded with a small smile to show her that it was okay and he was not offended.
Orihime continued her conversation with Tatsuki and Rukia while Ichigo listened half-heartedly at Renji. Occasionally, Ichigo would remind Orihime to slow down and that the pizza will not run away.
“But Ichi, the-”
“You’re going to choke if you continue gobbling your pizza like that.” With a frown, Ichigo wiped Orihime’s mouth with his hand. “And chew, for pete’s sake!”
“Your girlfriend’s not a child. She can wipe her own mouth.” Rukia piped in.
Ichigo rolled his eyes and continued wiping Orihime’s cheek, his other hand at the back of her auburn head. “Chew, got it?” Orihime nodded vigorously, blushing furiously. Ichigo ignored her blushing and leaned back to his chair, arching a brow as he listened to Renji and Ishida.
“Mmm, Tatsuki-chan, try this one! It’s very delicious!” Orihime said, pointing at her own slice. Tatsuki eyed Orihime’s slice skeptically.
“Nah, it’s OK…”
Orihime pouted, “Alright… Mmm!” She moaned happily, closing her eyes. “So good…”
Ichigo slowly glanced at his moaning girlfriend with furrowed brows. He watched her lips move as she chewed. His face twitched when her pink tongue slipped out to lick her pouty bottom lip. His frown deepened when Orihime lifted her hand to her mouth, rubbed her bottom lip with her index finger, licked the same finger and resumed eating her slice, moaning while doing so. Their eyes met and locked when Orihime turned to look at him, her doe eyes filling her face.
She smiled, and Ichigo could not help but stare at her lips.
The spell broke when Tatsuki called Orihime’s name and the girl looked at her best friend. Ichigo exhaled and rubbed his face, frustrated.
Damn… Tonight’s supposed to be freaking special.
Damn it, king! Tonight’s our sexy time!
A vein pounded in Ichigo’s temple. Shut up! But the white pain-in-the-ass menace was right. He was properly kissing Orihime, which will eventually lead into something more in her bed (or floor or table or wherever) when Rukia and Renji arrived and foiled his plans.
Tch. He continued watching his girlfriend eat her 7th slice of pizza with gusto and innocent little moans, which further frustrated Ichigo. A pizza slice was not supposed to make his girlfriend moan like that.
Stop whining, idiot. Do something!
Ichigo ignored the voice and scowled. Again, the pain-in-the-ass was right. Tch.
This is easy. With a secret smirk, Ichigo placed a hand on Orihime’s thigh. The girl jumped slightly in shock. Mouth full, she turned to Ichigo with questioning gaze. Ichigo replied with an innocent stare.
I don’t trust that… innocent look. Orihime thought with a small, thoughtful frown. She was jolted out of her thoughts when Rukia directed a question to her.
“Hai, Rukia-chan?”
Their seating arrangement around the rectangular table allowed Ichigo to keep his hand on Orihime’s thigh without anyone noticing. Absentmindedly and already bored, Ichigo started to rub his thumb over Orihime’s warm, smooth skin. Orihime was ridiculously soft, her body responsive, her skin smooth that it required little effort to bruise and mark her. Aside from her neck which he loved to kiss and mark, he was also fond of leaving marks on her thighs.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a small leer when he felt Orihime shift uncomfortably. He continued, however, his ministrations, rubbing her skin with his coarse fingers. His hand disappeared under her pink miniskirt, then down again to her knee.
For Orihime’s part, she was having immense difficulty focusing on what Rukia and Tatsuki were saying. Ichigo’s large, calloused hand was on her thigh, deeply rubbing the muscles there. Instead of relaxing, though, she felt restless, bothered… and moist.
No! Now’s not the proper time! She scolded herself, mortified at her wanton reaction.
In retrospect, she realized that wearing a flirty miniskirt was a wrong idea. But summer had been so hot. Wearing jeans will just make her itch. Therefore, she settled into wearing this skirt - given as a gift by Rangiku-san, of course.
She felt his hand slide higher, disappear under her skirt and linger there. Subtly, Orihime glanced at her boyfriend; his face was turned away, facing Sado. She returned her gaze to her plate, biting her bottom lip with a small, flustered frown. The warmth from his large hand was making her dizzy; her body was responding and worst, Orihime can feel her nipples hardening, pushing hard against the fabric of her thin bra. She jerked slightly when one of his long fingers brushed against her crotch. Almost instantly, she became wetter, her nipples achingly harder.
“Orihime, are you alright?” Rukia’s voice snapped Orihime out of her aroused stupor. She blushed heatedly and nodded vigorously, slouching so as not to make her chest noticeable. After all, she was wearing a thin, white sleeveless shirt, and the bra she chose to wear tonight was thin as well.
“Y-Yes!” she replied overenthusiastically. “I’m fine! Very, very fine!”
Beside her, facing the other way around, Ichigo smirked darkly. Of course, she was fine. To further torture her, he dragged the tips of his fingers deliberately over her covered slit, pushing the tips of his index and middle fingers into the weeping slit.
Orihime quickly bit down on her pizza to muffle her squeak and moan, eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. Her friends looked at her which further embarrassed her.
“It’s… v-very-” Ichigo’s finger flicked over her covered clit. She squeaked; her friends arched their brows. “…Delicious!” Orihime said loudly which startled them. Tatsuki and Rukia smiled indulgently.
Ichigo hid a grin, his eyes dark behind orange locks.
Her legs involuntarily opened wider. Oh gosh, I’m… I’m… She swallowed tightly, unable to complete the thought. Her blush was very red and very evident that Rukia had to ask her again if she was alright. Orihime opened her mouth to reply - maybe tell her friends that her pizza was too spicy - when Ichigo pushed the crotch of her panties aside and slid his long middle finger inside of her.
It took all her willpower not to arch her back and moan at the penetration. Her toes curled and her nipples hardened painfully, her eyes wide and dark.
“I… I… I’m fine! The pizza… is too… spicy!” Orihime forced a breathless laugh, her body tensed and taut.
Tatsuki shook her head. “Here, have some water. Jeez.”
“T-Thank you!”
Tatsuki nodded and turned to converse with Rukia.
Orihime bit her lip, her chest lifting and falling at her every deep breath. Red-faced and incredibly aroused, she leaned back a little to look down. The sight of Ichigo’s moving hand lodged firmly between her pale thighs was arousing, making her wetter and blush. She bit her lip and lifted her lashes to sneak a peek from her boyfriend. He was cool as a cucumber, exchanging verbal jabs with Renji and Ishida. Her sweaty thighs started trembling when his thrusts became harder and deeper, urging her hips to lift subtly under the table. She bit her lip harder to contain her moans, panting raggedly. Beads of sweat rolled down between her full breasts. When his wet finger pulled back and plucked at her aroused clitoris, Orihime gasped loudly, her back arching as she shuddered in intense pleasure.
“Orihime, you’re so red.” Tatsuki said concernedly. The auburn-haired girl stiffened and looked at her best friend. “Are you OK?”
“I’m f-fine.” She reached for her glass of water and gulped it down.
“Wow, you’re thirsty,” remarked Rukia.
Orihime gave a shaky smile. “It’s… really hot and my throat is dry and my pizza,” she paused to breathe deeply, struggling to contain her moans as Ichigo continued to move his large finger inside her. He took her swollen bud of desire between his index and thumb and tugged at it, causing Orihime to gasp, shudder and grab at Ichigo’s forearm, gripping it tightly in her small sweaty hand. Ichigo, however, did not yield, much to Orihime’s embarrassment.
“…is very d-delicious and s-spicy…” Orihime finished nervously, almost moaning while blushing furiously.
Rukia and Tatsuki stared at her confusedly before shrugging. “Alright, if you say so,” Tatsuki said. Orihime gave a smile. Shakily, she looked up to Ichigo beseechingly, her eyes wide and watery.
“Ichi…go…” She whimpered quietly, her cheeks flushed and hot. Her toes curled, a sharp jolt of pleasure convulsed her spine, causing her to gasp under her breath. Ichigo glanced at her underneath his heavy lids, his eyes dark and smoldering. She swallowed painfully, getting more aroused at the way he was looking at her with those… chocolate eyes.
“What’s wrong…” drawled Ichigo in a low, low, shivery voice, “Orihime?” The corner of his lips curled wickedly at the way Orihime tremble under his heated, almost-lazy gaze. He licked his lips when Orihime parted her damp, plump lips in a shaky gasp when his fingers rubbed the walls of her slick entrance slowly, curling his finger to touch and prod at her very sensitive spot.
“…S-Stop…” Orihime whispered, almost moaning.
At the sound of her soft moan, Ichigo’s eyes became almost black. Fuck… He ground his molars, his throbbing erection punching the back of his fly. His eyes lowered to her heaving breasts, her hard nipples almost visible.
Damn it… This is fucking torture for me as well. He looked at her eyes and feigned an innocent look, blinking at her, “Stop what?”
She opened her mouth to reply but he dug his finger deeply into her. Her eyes widened and she groaned through clenched teeth.
“Orihime, are you sure you’re alright?” Tatsuki demanded. “I think you’re going to get sick with fever or something.”
Orihime turned her head to look at her best friend and leaned forward to the table. “Oh, it’s j-just v-very hot and-” She squeaked and bit her tongue to stop herself from moaning aloud. I’m so close… I’m going to… I’m going to… She gulped nervously, flustered as her friends stared at her.
No, I can’t!
It was obvious to Ichigo how painfully hard it was for Orihime to hold back. Nevertheless, he continued his ministrations; he even added another finger, filling Orihime with two long roughly thrusting fingers. Her hips bucked slightly against his fingers. His heated eyes watched Orihime flush and pant heavily, eyes hooded and glazed over. She was so wet now, her wet arousal covering his palm. Ichigo licked his lips, angled his thumb and pressed down on Orihime’s clit with the pad of his thumb.
Orihime’s breathing stopped, her eyes wide. Oh god, I- She can feel it, and she knew her orgasm will make her scream and that will be mortifying.
Shit. Ichigo thought, his arousal reacting to Orihime’s almost-orgasm.
N-No!
Startling her friends, even Ichigo, Orihime stood up abruptly, shuddering at the rush of wet heat soaking her inner thighs. Ichigo’s fingers slipped out of her. The girl bowed and excused herself, mumbled a rushed “I need to go to the bathroom!” and left the table. The group stared after the flustered girl.
“What happened to Inoue?” asked Rukia.
“Maybe she ate too much?” suggested Renji with a shrug.
Tatsuki made a motion to follow Orihime but Ichigo gestured her to sit down as he stood up slowly. “I’ll go and follow her,” he grinned lopsidedly. Tatsuki snorted.
“Yeah. Be a good boy toy and follow your girlfriend.”
Ichigo rolled his eyes and left the table to follow Orihime. As he made his way to the back of the small restaurant, he lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers, growling at her taste, his eyes glowing, dark and heavy-lidded. Few locks of wild orange hair fell over his forehead, making his features dark and sinister.
Damn.
He can’t wait to fully taste her in his mouth.
-
The comfort room was empty when Orihime came inside. She stood in front of the mirror, panting heavily, staring at her reflection with wide brown eyes, her cheeks flushed. The blush spread down to her neck and collarbones. Her blush darkened as her gaze found her breasts, her dark pink nipples visible under her thin, cotton sleeveless shirt. She bit her lip hard, growing redder as her nipples grew harder, protruding rather obviously.
Oh god…. This is so embarrassing!
She pressed her shaking thighs together while wrapping her arms around her under her breasts; she groaned, realizing she needed a new pair. She was so wet that the crotch of her panties was soaked. Her core felt so hot and in desperate need to be penetrated, to be broken and to be filled lusciously by him until they were both hurling over the edge of raw sensual pleasure.
This is… t-this is… so embarrassing! The auburn-haired girl thought tearfully. I feel so…
Orihime squeezed her eyes shut, breathing deeply - inhale, exhale - to calm herself and her burning body.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Deeply, deeply, deeply.
When she opened her eyes, her honey-colored irises met fiery chocolate eyes.
Orihime gasped.
Ichigo was right behind her, staring at her with tangible hunger through the mirror.
“I-Ichigo!”
-
She was about to turn around to face him but Ichigo wrapped his arms around her torso. Orihime gasped, breathless.
“Ichigo…”
He pressed his nose behind her ear and inhaled. “You smell so good.” He said in his low voice. His tongue slipped out and licked the back of her ear. Orihime’s breath caught, watching her boyfriend through the mirror. His lashes lifted and their eyes locked. The auburn head flushed but kept her gaze locked with his. The corner of Ichigo’s lips lifted. Eyes locked with hers, he began to kiss and nip at the side of her neck. He bit a little of her skin, sucked it with his teeth until it was raw and lavished the bruise with his tongue. While doing this, he lowered one of his hands to her pelvis and to the apex of her thighs while keeping her trapped inside his one-arm embrace.
Orihime’s blush darkened - almost purple - when he rubbed his fingers against her crotch. Her breasts heaved, nipples jutting as she moaned quietly.
“S-Stop… We can’t… Not here - in a comfort room!” She said frantically.
“Shh…” Ichigo murmured against the skin of her neck. “I locked the door. You were so distracted earlier you didn’t notice me.”
“Ichi… I- Stop, please!”
“No.” Ichigo flashed a small, crooked grin before lifting her skirt to her hips, pushed her underwear to the side roughly and filled her with two fingers, the same fingers he used earlier while finger-fucking her under the table. Orihime’s head lolled back, a moan exploding from her mouth. Ichigo thrust his erection between her rounded buttocks, matching his hip thrusts with his plunging fingers. She was thoroughly wet and scorching hot that it will be so damn easy to fuck her. But her inner muscles were clamping hard and tightly around his fingers, increasing his already fierce desire. The way she was chanting his name further pushed him over the edge.
“We… c-cant! Ichigo, ple-”
“Sorry,” he growled. “I can’t stop. Not now. Damn… You’re so wet.”
Orihime moaned.
“I was planning having you all by myself tonight. But damn, Rukia came over and ruined my fucking plans.”
Ichigo flicked her swollen clit with his thumb, causing Orihime to cry out keenly.
“I can’t fuck you while you two have some girl time together in your apartment, right?”
“B-But… Oh god…”
Orihime panted and moaned softly as her body bounced back and forth, from his hot erection to his large fingers. Her small hands gripped at the forearm of Icchigo’s arm surrounding her torso. Ichigo kept kissing her neck, sucking at her pulse point while keeping his gaze on their reflection in the mirror.
She’s coming, he thought as her cries became louder, watching her beautiful flushed face. He retracted his fingers from her entrance and turned her around, causing Orihime to gasp in surprise. He captured her lips in a forceful, deep kiss, sliding his slippery tongue with hers. He groaned as Orihime wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her mouth harder against his, making him kiss her harder and deeper. Their teeth clunked and tongues tangled eagerly. Ichigo forcefully broke the kiss, panting hard against her swollen lips. He smiled slightly at her, kissed her upper lip and grabbed her hips. He lifted her up to the counter; his hands pulled her shirt from the waistband of her skirt, and pushed it up to her collarbones. With quick hands, he unclasped her bra and his mouth hungrily latched on her nipple.
“You know, I was about to attack you while you were moaning back there… It’s so fucking sexy.” He groaned against her nipple. He put the pebbled tip between his teeth, bit it, flicked his tongue over it rapidly, and sucked it until it was raw.
“Especially when you look at me with your eyes… Fuck.” He raised himself and kissed her mouth deeply. Orihime moaned against his mouth and around her lover’s greedy tongue. Ichigo pulled away slightly, several strings of saliva between their damp lips. “You drive me so fucking crazy.”
“Ichigo…” He kissed her again, cupping her face in his large hands. She made him even crazier when she whispered his name like that. While kissing her, he ran his hand over her long coppery hair. Ichigo never let her cut it even though it grew ridiculously long. He also obsessed with the color of her hair.
“Mmm…”
His mouth lowered to her jaw and neck, then back to her large breasts. Orihime clutched him closer to her, whimpering his name as he suckled her nipples. One of his hands went under her miniskirt. Orihime’s eyes widened.
“Ichi-”
Rip!
“That’s-”
“11th or is it the 12th pair already?” Ichigo said with a crooked smirk. Orihime blushed, gripping the front of his shirt.
“We’re even.”
“I don’t rip off your-”
“You ripped my favorite white long sleeves five days ago.” She stiffened. He smirked. “These are just panties, anyway. You don’t need them when you’re with me.”
“Ichi-”
He kissed her fully on the mouth again, tearing her underwear off her thighs and stuffing the scraps into his back pocket. He pushed her thighs apart, shoved her skirt up to her waist, broke the kiss and bent down to kiss her between her legs. Orihime groaned and squirmed, pushing her knuckles to her mouth to stifle her moans. With teary eyes, she looked down to her splayed legs and watched Ichigo. He licked, sucked, loved and fucked her there with his mouth, teeth and tongue. His fingers parted her lips to allow his large tongue to penetrate deeply into her. She watched his tongue dive in and out of her, sometimes he’ll slide it as far as it can go, moved it side to side, up and down while inside, making her wetter and more aroused. He caught her clit between his teeth and sucked it fiercely into his mouth, the action eliciting a very erotic sound that made her shiver. He must have felt that she was watching him because he lifted his lashes and looked up to her wide eyes. He continued, his actions more fevered, his tongue moving more ardently.
She started to breathe faster, her orgasm nearer. She jumped in shock when she heard loud knocks. Panicked, she looked down to Ichigo. Instead of stopping, however, he carried on, kissing and making love to her passionately wearing an expression as if he was having a very tasty meal.
“Ichigo…” Orihime panted, the tight coil in her belly twisting even tighter. He filled her with his tongue and finger, his thumb pressing down on her clit. She stifled a cry with her fist on her mouth, her body arching in a wild arc as she came violently. She chanted his name breathlessly, weakly. Ichigo licked his fingers and lips but didn’t bother licking her dry.
Their eyes met and locked and in a blink, Orihime found herself pinned against a wall, “Ichigo?”
He didn’t respond, only worked to free his member from his jeans. She was still riding her orgasm when Ichigo thrust his erection into her in one hard plunge. She gasped and clung to his neck, her legs shaking as Ichigo started to pound into her wet heat.
“Hime…” He groaned possessively against her neck, his hips moving in wild jackhammer thrusts, making her legs wobbly. Orihime easily came, muffling her cry on his shoulder.
“Not yet… One more time.”
He grabbed her ass and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around him. In a new angle, he continued to thrust in and out of her. “I-Ichi… go…” Orihime said breathlessly, cheeks hot as her breasts bounced in front of Ichigo’s face. Orihime turned her face towards the mirror and watched their lewd reflection. With hot, embarrassed cheeks, she watched Ichigo’s wild bucking hips, his large hands cupping her butt, his mouth sucking her breast, and his face screwed in tight but pleasured face. She squeezed him tighter and he responded with harder, bruising thrusts.
“Hime…”
She cradled his head, his bright hair sinking under her thin fingers, loving the way he took her, possessed her. One of his hands caressed her sweaty back, pulling her closer to his pumping body, his groans louder as their orgasms neared.
He pressed his lips on her parted mouth, broke the kiss, and panted against her mouth. Orihime gripped his hair and pulled when she came first with a loud cry, urging him to ride her faster, harder which Orihime didn’t mind. He filled her so much and she loved the feeling of being so full of him. Several hard thrusts later, he came fiercely, their orgasms mingling and drenching her thighs (in Ichigo’s case, pants.)
Orihime slumped against his chest, her body boneless and worn out. Ichigo ran a hand over her back. The same hand cupped her face, pushing her back to kiss her swollen lips gently. Orihime smiled into the kiss, kissing him back just as softly. While they kissed, he urged her to lower her legs. Still supporting her sated body, he slowly pulled out of her; Orihime moaned softly, her body twitching and her grip on his hair tightening. Her skirt fell around her hips. Ichigo put her bra back in place and righted her shirt. He pulled away from the kiss, smoothing back her hair.
“That’s what you get for eating your pizza like the way you do.” Ichigo said with a small grin. He laughed huskily at her mortified expression. “Be careful. Your eyes will pop out of your face.”
“I-Ichigo!”
He arched a brow. “What? I think you should be thankful, you know. I know you needed to be fucked properly and I did.”
She gawked at his vulgar words. “Ichigo, that’s… t-that’s-”
He shrugged, zipping up his pants. “This isn’t the first we fucked in a comfort room, right?” He ignored her horrified gasp. “So, no need to feel bashful anymore, Hime,” Ichigo watched her flail amusedly. “Don’t panic. Come on.” He reached for her hand and attempted to pull her towards the door, but Orihime dug her heels on the floor.
“B-But… There are people outside! They’ll see you!”
“They probably heard you so they won’t ask what I’m doing here.”
Orihime gasped. “O-O-oh no! How embarrassing… Ichi- ah!”
Ichigo glanced at her. “What’s wrong?” He grinned wickedly when Orihime blushed, pressing her thighs together. “Can’t walk, Hime?”
The auburn haired flailed in embarrassment. “N-No! I…”
“You want a second round?” He reached for her but Orihime flailed, shaking her head frantically.
“N-NO! Oh this is so… I d-d-d-don’t have p-p-panties!”
Ichigo stared at her blankly. “I know. I have your panties here.” Ichigo said as if he was talking about a weather forecast. “Come on. You have more pizzas to devour. And I’m warning you now. Be careful.”
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