chocolate mock tale number thirteen
title. ma chère
summary. sequel to hands and silk
rating. NC17
note. and yes, kudos to crystaldawn! i sort of mentioned you here, not you as in you, but i made a reference to you! :D
disclaimer. applied and disclaimed.
warning! mature content.
“Oh.”
Ichigo felt he was going to faint or vomit, or maybe both. Amazingly, he managed to keep upright. More amazingly, he had maintained an ounce of composure by merely staring back at equally (or more) flustered, visibly shocked Inoue. Truthfully, inside, he was a mess, a wreck and he had no fucking idea how this happened. The only good grip he had had was on his member which instead of going slack in humiliation, it further hardened in attention now that object of his affection and fantasies was standing before him.
Ichigo gulped, licked his dry lips and his eyes noticed how the girl looked and watched the simple act. “Now…” his voice was hoarse and low, “If you’re done staring…” He was surprised at how calm he was.
The girl jerked, a new blush attacking her cheeks. “Oh… Oh! I… um, of course! I… I… I’ll let you finish up. I mean… I… Um, yeah! I-I’m sorry!”
Ichigo closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip hard. Damn it. His frown deepened at the sound of the door sliding shut, a click indicating it was locked.
“Kurosaki-kun,”
His eyes flew open. “…!!” He was shocked to know that instead of finding empty space, he found her lovely, very red face staring back at him.
“I-Inoue… What…?!”
“I…” He watched her pink tongue appear to trace her bottom lip. It was slow… sexy, but at the same time, innocent. Her long lashes lowered to shield her eyes, creating a shadow over her flushed cheeks. She was gripping her pleated school short skirt in her small fists, her pale thighs pressed together.
Her lashes lifted; their eyes met and locked.
“I-I want to help you.”
In response, his cock hardened more in his fist, rising in attention. Was she crazy?! It was his first thought, but his bodily response was ecstatic and almost instantly, his mind concocted scenarios, vivid fantasies, listed the things he wanted to do to her and to her body. Fantasies filled his head, causing him to grip his cock even tighter.
“Inoue… I-” God, did she have any idea what was going on? Was she really that naïve? “You- !!”
Suddenly, she was in front of him, shocking him. Was he really that distracted to completely lose sight of her movements?
“What are you…! Inoue-” Ichigo shivered as he felt the smooth skin of her fingers touch his tense arm which was connected to the hand gripping his member. How can something so frail wreck havoc in his system? The fingers moved down and stopped at the waistline of his opened pants. Blazing amber eyes locked with wide, honey eyes. Orihime was biting her plump, lower lip, her eyes glistening. He watched her lashes lower again and her mouth open but no words came out; instead, her face became redder, the smooth column of her neck moving as she gulped.
“Kurosaki-kun…”
A bead of sweat trickled down on the side of his face and jaw. His breathing was more ragged, his throat and mouth dry. She lifted her lashes again and met his fiery gaze. Her eyes were wide and flashing vividly with something wild but restrained.
“Let me…” She was leaning up; Ichigo shivered, his body was hot and trembling as the distance between their lips shortened. Her warm breath touched his dry lips.
Fuck.
“…help you.”
His grip tightened, a delicious shiver clenched his spine. He jerked when Orihime slowly slid a hand inside his pants, sliding against his hand. At her touch, Ichigo groaned harshly, tossing back his head in immense, almost violent pleasure when her small hand timidly wrapped around his shaft and hand.
“Inoue…” He hissed between clenched teeth. “D-don’t… I… Fuck.” He flexed his neck and looked into her eyes. “You… You… d-don’t have… to… I… I…”
“I’m sorry…” whispered Orihime softly. “I… I…” She squeezed her eyes shut and licked her dry lips. “I don’t think… I can d-do this again so please,” she opened her large honey eyes and looked up to him earnestly, “B-Before I lose my nerve… Let me… Let me help you.”
“Inoue…”
“I… You can tell me to s-stop and I-”
Ichigo interrupted her by pressing his lips against hers. It was a simple kiss, a first for both of them. He felt her shudder, her lips quivering. Ichigo didn’t know what do, but he let his instincts guide him; let the images from his dreams help him. Tilting his head to the side, Ichigo nibbled on her bottom lip gently before licking her top lip. Her lips were soft and full; she moved her head forward to meet his gentle kisses. His heart beat faster when he felt her push him lightly so that he was resting against the wall behind him. Her voluptuous body perfectly curved against his hard frame. Her lips moved slowly under his, kissing his upper lip while he sucked her bottom lip. It was a gentle, innocent kiss which slowly but firmly escalated into something fiercer. While they kissed, Ichigo retracted his hand from his member, letting her fingers wrapped around his shaft fully. He put his palms against the wall behind him, his fingers flexing to cling onto the wall. Her hand, despite its softness, had a good, firm grip, albeit timid. He was tempted to tell her that she needed two hands to handle him but he didn’t want to stop kissing her; she tasted so much better in reality and although he wanted to taste her with his tongue, he kept his kisses light but firm.
When she started to move her soft hand, Ichigo felt his toes curl in pleasure. Reluctantly, he broke the close-mouthed kiss and rasped harshly, “Tighter.”
Orihime opened her eyes and met his heavy lidded, heated gaze. “I… I don’t want to hurt you.” She whispered against his damp lips. Ichigo licked his lips and in the process, licked hers as well; the sensation was electric, something he wanted to feel again.
“You’re not going to hurt me.” He said firmly, lifting a hand from the wall to grasp the side of her head, threading his fingers through her thick hair. “In fact, the tighter… the fucking better.”
Orihime blushed deeply. “Um… like this?” She squeezed and Ichigo let out a breathless groan.
“Oh fuck.” He pressed his face on the area connecting her neck to her shoulder, his face pinched as though he was pained. Thin sheet of sweat covered his face and thick neck, tight, powerful cords of muscles popping out as he clenched his jaw to stop himself from cursing in front of the gentle girl.
“Damn…” He gritted his teeth and lifted his face to look at her again, his eyes dark, flashing and smoldering that caused Orihime to shiver. “Move your hand.” He instructed, growling against her soft cheek. Panting softly, Orihime obeyed, pumping him. He was… He was… She blushed violently at her train of thought, her heart beating faster, her body responding to his desire.
“Faster,”
“H-Hai…” She bit her lip, furrowing her brows in concentration as she moved her hand over his hardness. Ichigo cursed under his breath when she started to clench and unclenched her hand while moving her hand up and down.
“That’s fucking… It felt so fucking good.” He growled and startling her, he captured her lips in a fierce kiss. Her mouth was parted when he took her lips, granting him access to her mouth. His tongue thrust into her mouth. Their tongues touched and Ichigo felt a violent urge to kiss her harder. The air around them was hot, sizzling. Orihime gasped under his mouth, her lips trembling. His tongue caressed hers while he palmed her hot cheek to tilt her head to the side to slant his mouth over hers firmly. He groaned when Orihime inserted her other hand and wrapped it around his shaft. Two hands started to pump him; her pace accelerated while their kisses became fiercer. Ichigo sank his teeth on her bottom lip, causing the girl to moan breathily and grip his throbbing length tighter as though holding onto him while onslaught of emotions crashed over her.
“Fuck… Fuck.” He panted against her teeth, thrusting into her hands.
“Ku… Kurosaki-kun…” Her soft, innocent voice caressed him, his hand curled over her nape, crushing her body against his as he kissed her, his mouth sucking wetly on her upper lip. Ichigo was sweating hard inside his school shirt and pants. This felt so much better than his nightly rituals. Her hands felt so much better than his own hand. Her lips, her mouth, her tongue… Startling the caramel-haired girl, he put a hand on the small of her back and pushed her against his fervently thrusting hips.
“Kurosaki-kun…” She panted. He responded with harsher pants while frantically kissing her. He jerked, stiffened and groaned against her mouth when he let go and came. His hips thrust jerkily, muffling his roar in her mouth. To his pleasure, Orihime hardened her hold, furthering his orgasm. Later, his hip movements slowed, his kiss softened into gentle nibbles and nips, massaging her swollen lips with his tongue. The room was quiet except for their harsh breathing and soft sounds of their kissing. Ichigo broke the kiss, opening his eyes to look at her face. She was prettily flushed, and her lips were swollen and red.
“Orihime,”
Her eyes flew open with a gasp, surprised.
Realizing he had called her by her first name, Ichigo quickly backpedalled. “I… Damn. I…”
“You called me by my first name.” She whispered. Her eyes were wide and in awe.
“Yeah. Does it bother you?” His voice was low and scratchy. “Sorry. If you don’t want to…”
“No!” She said quickly. “It’s… It’s amazing. T-Thank you.” She smiled happily, her eyes twinkling.
He smirked, his thumb stroking her lip while kissing the corner of her mouth. He didn’t know such a simple act of calling her name will make her smile like that. “Call me Ichigo.”
She blushed. “Okay…” He pulled away slightly. She smiled. “I-Ichigo,”
His eyes darkened. “Damn.” He took her lips again, slanting his mouth over hers again and again. “It sounded so much better coming from your mouth.” He growled against her lips.
Orihime flushed deeply, shyly, her lashes fluttering. “O-Oh…” Ichigo leaned down again and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. He was getting more and more addicted to the taste of her lips. While they kissed, he took her wrists and pulled her hands out of his pants. He rubbed her hands on his pants.
“Thanks, Orihime.”
“H-Hai…”
“Sorry, I made a mess.”
“It’s okay!” She chirped. “You… You’re very warm.” She looked up to him timidly, her chest pushed against his hard torso. “Um, Ichigo…” Orihime blushed as another heated look filled Ichigo’s eyes and he smothered her again with a kiss which she received eagerly.
“Sorry.” Ichigo was smirking, “What is it?”
“Um…”
He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
“I… If you need… m-more help,” she was very red in the face, looking at anywhere but him. “Please, do not hesitate to tell m-me.”
Ichigo blinked and grinned slowly, crookedly. “Great,” Orihime flushed, biting her lower lip. “You’re very good with your hands, Orihime.”
“Oh!” She beamed up at him. “Thank you! I’m very good in sewing! I even participated in inter-high school sewing competition!”
Ichigo stared at her in confusion. “That’s not what I meant.”
“…”
“…”
Her brown eyes slowly widened. “Oh. Oh!” He smirked, making sure her hands were dry.
“Well, I had lots of practice.”
Ichigo froze.
“What… What?!” He yelled. Orihime blinked up at him. “What… what do you mean you had practice?!”
Her kiss-swollen lips curved in a shy smile. “Rangiku-san, she showed me how.”
“Huh?”
“She gave me a demonstration… using cucumbers.”
He had a sudden mental picture of Orihime… her mouth and cucumbers.
“Ichigo…?”
“Damn.” He closed his eyes tightly, mentally kicking himself for his dirty imaginations. Ignoring his chortling Hollow, he turned his attention to Orihime who was looking up to him innocently.
“Do you think… I need more practice?”
The implications of her last statement brought a crooked, small smirk on his face. “Well, I don’t mind providing you with something to practice your hands on.”
summary. sequel to hands and silk
rating. NC17
note. and yes, kudos to crystaldawn! i sort of mentioned you here, not you as in you, but i made a reference to you! :D
disclaimer. applied and disclaimed.
warning! mature content.
“Oh.”
Ichigo felt he was going to faint or vomit, or maybe both. Amazingly, he managed to keep upright. More amazingly, he had maintained an ounce of composure by merely staring back at equally (or more) flustered, visibly shocked Inoue. Truthfully, inside, he was a mess, a wreck and he had no fucking idea how this happened. The only good grip he had had was on his member which instead of going slack in humiliation, it further hardened in attention now that object of his affection and fantasies was standing before him.
Ichigo gulped, licked his dry lips and his eyes noticed how the girl looked and watched the simple act. “Now…” his voice was hoarse and low, “If you’re done staring…” He was surprised at how calm he was.
The girl jerked, a new blush attacking her cheeks. “Oh… Oh! I… um, of course! I… I… I’ll let you finish up. I mean… I… Um, yeah! I-I’m sorry!”
Ichigo closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip hard. Damn it. His frown deepened at the sound of the door sliding shut, a click indicating it was locked.
“Kurosaki-kun,”
His eyes flew open. “…!!” He was shocked to know that instead of finding empty space, he found her lovely, very red face staring back at him.
“I-Inoue… What…?!”
“I…” He watched her pink tongue appear to trace her bottom lip. It was slow… sexy, but at the same time, innocent. Her long lashes lowered to shield her eyes, creating a shadow over her flushed cheeks. She was gripping her pleated school short skirt in her small fists, her pale thighs pressed together.
Her lashes lifted; their eyes met and locked.
“I-I want to help you.”
In response, his cock hardened more in his fist, rising in attention. Was she crazy?! It was his first thought, but his bodily response was ecstatic and almost instantly, his mind concocted scenarios, vivid fantasies, listed the things he wanted to do to her and to her body. Fantasies filled his head, causing him to grip his cock even tighter.
“Inoue… I-” God, did she have any idea what was going on? Was she really that naïve? “You- !!”
Suddenly, she was in front of him, shocking him. Was he really that distracted to completely lose sight of her movements?
“What are you…! Inoue-” Ichigo shivered as he felt the smooth skin of her fingers touch his tense arm which was connected to the hand gripping his member. How can something so frail wreck havoc in his system? The fingers moved down and stopped at the waistline of his opened pants. Blazing amber eyes locked with wide, honey eyes. Orihime was biting her plump, lower lip, her eyes glistening. He watched her lashes lower again and her mouth open but no words came out; instead, her face became redder, the smooth column of her neck moving as she gulped.
“Kurosaki-kun…”
A bead of sweat trickled down on the side of his face and jaw. His breathing was more ragged, his throat and mouth dry. She lifted her lashes again and met his fiery gaze. Her eyes were wide and flashing vividly with something wild but restrained.
“Let me…” She was leaning up; Ichigo shivered, his body was hot and trembling as the distance between their lips shortened. Her warm breath touched his dry lips.
Fuck.
“…help you.”
His grip tightened, a delicious shiver clenched his spine. He jerked when Orihime slowly slid a hand inside his pants, sliding against his hand. At her touch, Ichigo groaned harshly, tossing back his head in immense, almost violent pleasure when her small hand timidly wrapped around his shaft and hand.
“Inoue…” He hissed between clenched teeth. “D-don’t… I… Fuck.” He flexed his neck and looked into her eyes. “You… You… d-don’t have… to… I… I…”
“I’m sorry…” whispered Orihime softly. “I… I…” She squeezed her eyes shut and licked her dry lips. “I don’t think… I can d-do this again so please,” she opened her large honey eyes and looked up to him earnestly, “B-Before I lose my nerve… Let me… Let me help you.”
“Inoue…”
“I… You can tell me to s-stop and I-”
Ichigo interrupted her by pressing his lips against hers. It was a simple kiss, a first for both of them. He felt her shudder, her lips quivering. Ichigo didn’t know what do, but he let his instincts guide him; let the images from his dreams help him. Tilting his head to the side, Ichigo nibbled on her bottom lip gently before licking her top lip. Her lips were soft and full; she moved her head forward to meet his gentle kisses. His heart beat faster when he felt her push him lightly so that he was resting against the wall behind him. Her voluptuous body perfectly curved against his hard frame. Her lips moved slowly under his, kissing his upper lip while he sucked her bottom lip. It was a gentle, innocent kiss which slowly but firmly escalated into something fiercer. While they kissed, Ichigo retracted his hand from his member, letting her fingers wrapped around his shaft fully. He put his palms against the wall behind him, his fingers flexing to cling onto the wall. Her hand, despite its softness, had a good, firm grip, albeit timid. He was tempted to tell her that she needed two hands to handle him but he didn’t want to stop kissing her; she tasted so much better in reality and although he wanted to taste her with his tongue, he kept his kisses light but firm.
When she started to move her soft hand, Ichigo felt his toes curl in pleasure. Reluctantly, he broke the close-mouthed kiss and rasped harshly, “Tighter.”
Orihime opened her eyes and met his heavy lidded, heated gaze. “I… I don’t want to hurt you.” She whispered against his damp lips. Ichigo licked his lips and in the process, licked hers as well; the sensation was electric, something he wanted to feel again.
“You’re not going to hurt me.” He said firmly, lifting a hand from the wall to grasp the side of her head, threading his fingers through her thick hair. “In fact, the tighter… the fucking better.”
Orihime blushed deeply. “Um… like this?” She squeezed and Ichigo let out a breathless groan.
“Oh fuck.” He pressed his face on the area connecting her neck to her shoulder, his face pinched as though he was pained. Thin sheet of sweat covered his face and thick neck, tight, powerful cords of muscles popping out as he clenched his jaw to stop himself from cursing in front of the gentle girl.
“Damn…” He gritted his teeth and lifted his face to look at her again, his eyes dark, flashing and smoldering that caused Orihime to shiver. “Move your hand.” He instructed, growling against her soft cheek. Panting softly, Orihime obeyed, pumping him. He was… He was… She blushed violently at her train of thought, her heart beating faster, her body responding to his desire.
“Faster,”
“H-Hai…” She bit her lip, furrowing her brows in concentration as she moved her hand over his hardness. Ichigo cursed under his breath when she started to clench and unclenched her hand while moving her hand up and down.
“That’s fucking… It felt so fucking good.” He growled and startling her, he captured her lips in a fierce kiss. Her mouth was parted when he took her lips, granting him access to her mouth. His tongue thrust into her mouth. Their tongues touched and Ichigo felt a violent urge to kiss her harder. The air around them was hot, sizzling. Orihime gasped under his mouth, her lips trembling. His tongue caressed hers while he palmed her hot cheek to tilt her head to the side to slant his mouth over hers firmly. He groaned when Orihime inserted her other hand and wrapped it around his shaft. Two hands started to pump him; her pace accelerated while their kisses became fiercer. Ichigo sank his teeth on her bottom lip, causing the girl to moan breathily and grip his throbbing length tighter as though holding onto him while onslaught of emotions crashed over her.
“Fuck… Fuck.” He panted against her teeth, thrusting into her hands.
“Ku… Kurosaki-kun…” Her soft, innocent voice caressed him, his hand curled over her nape, crushing her body against his as he kissed her, his mouth sucking wetly on her upper lip. Ichigo was sweating hard inside his school shirt and pants. This felt so much better than his nightly rituals. Her hands felt so much better than his own hand. Her lips, her mouth, her tongue… Startling the caramel-haired girl, he put a hand on the small of her back and pushed her against his fervently thrusting hips.
“Kurosaki-kun…” She panted. He responded with harsher pants while frantically kissing her. He jerked, stiffened and groaned against her mouth when he let go and came. His hips thrust jerkily, muffling his roar in her mouth. To his pleasure, Orihime hardened her hold, furthering his orgasm. Later, his hip movements slowed, his kiss softened into gentle nibbles and nips, massaging her swollen lips with his tongue. The room was quiet except for their harsh breathing and soft sounds of their kissing. Ichigo broke the kiss, opening his eyes to look at her face. She was prettily flushed, and her lips were swollen and red.
“Orihime,”
Her eyes flew open with a gasp, surprised.
Realizing he had called her by her first name, Ichigo quickly backpedalled. “I… Damn. I…”
“You called me by my first name.” She whispered. Her eyes were wide and in awe.
“Yeah. Does it bother you?” His voice was low and scratchy. “Sorry. If you don’t want to…”
“No!” She said quickly. “It’s… It’s amazing. T-Thank you.” She smiled happily, her eyes twinkling.
He smirked, his thumb stroking her lip while kissing the corner of her mouth. He didn’t know such a simple act of calling her name will make her smile like that. “Call me Ichigo.”
She blushed. “Okay…” He pulled away slightly. She smiled. “I-Ichigo,”
His eyes darkened. “Damn.” He took her lips again, slanting his mouth over hers again and again. “It sounded so much better coming from your mouth.” He growled against her lips.
Orihime flushed deeply, shyly, her lashes fluttering. “O-Oh…” Ichigo leaned down again and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. He was getting more and more addicted to the taste of her lips. While they kissed, he took her wrists and pulled her hands out of his pants. He rubbed her hands on his pants.
“Thanks, Orihime.”
“H-Hai…”
“Sorry, I made a mess.”
“It’s okay!” She chirped. “You… You’re very warm.” She looked up to him timidly, her chest pushed against his hard torso. “Um, Ichigo…” Orihime blushed as another heated look filled Ichigo’s eyes and he smothered her again with a kiss which she received eagerly.
“Sorry.” Ichigo was smirking, “What is it?”
“Um…”
He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
“I… If you need… m-more help,” she was very red in the face, looking at anywhere but him. “Please, do not hesitate to tell m-me.”
Ichigo blinked and grinned slowly, crookedly. “Great,” Orihime flushed, biting her lower lip. “You’re very good with your hands, Orihime.”
“Oh!” She beamed up at him. “Thank you! I’m very good in sewing! I even participated in inter-high school sewing competition!”
Ichigo stared at her in confusion. “That’s not what I meant.”
“…”
“…”
Her brown eyes slowly widened. “Oh. Oh!” He smirked, making sure her hands were dry.
“Well, I had lots of practice.”
Ichigo froze.
“What… What?!” He yelled. Orihime blinked up at him. “What… what do you mean you had practice?!”
Her kiss-swollen lips curved in a shy smile. “Rangiku-san, she showed me how.”
“Huh?”
“She gave me a demonstration… using cucumbers.”
He had a sudden mental picture of Orihime… her mouth and cucumbers.
“Ichigo…?”
“Damn.” He closed his eyes tightly, mentally kicking himself for his dirty imaginations. Ignoring his chortling Hollow, he turned his attention to Orihime who was looking up to him innocently.
“Do you think… I need more practice?”
The implications of her last statement brought a crooked, small smirk on his face. “Well, I don’t mind providing you with something to practice your hands on.”