unnamed Ishida/Tatsuki smut for bleach_fuh_q
It occurred to me that I never posted this here, so, here you are.
Ishida/Tatsuki
She kissed him ravenously, lips sucking and teeth biting, as he slammed her back against the wall. “Ungh,” she groaned at the press of his erection against her belly. “I thought you were gay.”
Ishida ground himself into her, hands scrabbling up her shirt to grasp her breasts. “I thought you were gay.”
“Why would you think a stupid thing like that?” Tatsuki insinuated her hand between them and roughly caressed his cock through his straining trousers.
His hips bucked into her hand, and he began peeling down her cargo pants. “Because you’re so protective of Inoue-san. You don’t let anyone near her.”
She pulled his glasses off and tossed them somewhere to the left. “She’s my friend, asshole. Of course I’m protective.”
“There’s protective, and there’s you.” He clasped one cheek of her ass in his hand and squeezed, letting his fingertips brush inward. At her gasp, he smiled against her mouth. “You can’t tell me that you can be around someone as beautiful as Inoue and not want her.”
“So what if I do?” Tatsuki challenged, biting down on his bottom lip, then laving it with her tongue. “She doesn’t see anyone but Ichigo.”
He yanked up her shirt and bent his head to suck a nipple. “He certainly is compelling,” Ishida admitted en route from one breast to the other.
“I knew it,” she moaned, arching for more suction. “I knew you had the hots for him.”
He sank to the ground, dragging her with him. “Doesn’t matter,” he muttered around the stiff peak in his mouth. “I’m here now.”
Tatsuki straddled him, pulling feverishly at the fly of his trousers. “With me.” The moment it opened, she dove down and took his cock in her mouth as deeply as she could, swallowing around the head.
Ishida thrashed briefly, then twined his fingers in her hair. “Turn,” he rasped. “Bring yourself around.”
She kicked her pants off where they were tangled around her ankle, and shifted so she knelt over his face. His hands on her ass drew her down, and then his tongue was slithering between her damp folds.
“Oh, god, yesss!” she hissed at the flare of pleasure that shot through her. “That’s so good.” She returned to her ministrations of his cock, switching between laving it teasingly with short strokes of her tongue and long, luscious sucking that had him fairly writhing beneath her.
“Hey!” Ishida protested, smacking her sharply on the ass. “Don’t make me come too soon.”
Tatsuki gasped at the sting, feeling the heat of it travel directly to her pussy. “Do that again.”
He complied willingly, bringing the flat of his hand down on her backside until it was glowing red. One final blow combined with him sucking lightly on her clit, and Tatsuki was screaming around the hard shaft in her mouth as she came.
He pushed her off him, and as soon as she rolled to her back, he was upon her. “I like the taste of you,” he told her, and kissed her deeply. His tongue, spearing into her mouth, was still covered in her juices.
She hummed her approval into the kiss and wound her legs around his hips. She was very wet, and it took almost no effort at all for him to slide into her. Both groaned at the sensation of thick heat filling drenched softness.
Ishida held himself still for a long moment, just reveling in the feeling, but Tatsuki drummed her heels against the small of his back impatiently.
“What’re you waiting for, an engraved invitation?” she demanded. “Fuck me.” Then she tightened her interior muscles in a creamy caress that had him helplessly thrusting before he knew it.
Almost stinging ripples of pleasure rolled over Ishida, and the world spun down to just a few things: her breath on his face, her voice in his ear, her wet and clinging flesh wrapped around him.
His limbs seized up as sensation gripped him, and he thrust hard one last time, burying himself as deeply as possibly as he came and came. It triggered her own release, and she convulsed around him, arms linked round his chest as her legs spasmed, lifting herself with them to buck her hips even closer.
Eventually, the world came back to them, and Ishida untangled himself from Tatsuki’s sweaty limbs to collapse beside her. When their breathing and heartbeats finally slowed to normal he turned his head and looked at her.
“I don’t care if you are gay,” she said at least, sighing gustily. “That was great.”
“Mutual,” he retorted while groping for his glasses. “Again tomorrow?”
Eyes closed, she nodded, a faint smile curling her lips. “Hey, see if you can get Kurosaki to join us.”
“If you talk Inoue-san into it,” was his rebuttal, and she smiled wider.
It was a good plan.