Around the Corner

Ichigo's palm is flat on the hot skin of Soifon's ass when she says in a hot puff against his mouth, Matsumoto drugged the drinks. Then their teeth click together painfully as she resumes the biting/kissing (because really, who the hell can tell?) that had been going on before she decided to state the obvious. He grunts as her thigh presses between his legs and rears his head back to pant back, you think?

The Eleventh squad, led by Matsumoto had thrown a wild (read: alcohol drenched) party for…the reason was still unclear…but, yeah. Something had been put in those drinks. Ichigo had never known his body to react so violently. Not two hours into the celebration of-god-knows-what, his loins had burned with a dull, aching heat, and (embarrassingly enough) he'd been having trouble keep his hands away.

Seeing Renji and Rukia practically fall around the corner, flushed faces and tugging hands, had almost been the last straw.

Seeing Matsumoto push, and Zaraki (fucking Zaraki) pull Byakuya (Byakuya!) into the shadows—that had been the goddamn last straw.

And Soifon's cheeks had been ohsored, and her respectable chest moving just a little too much, just a little too fast.

Quicker than thought, his lips had been a hair's breadth from her ear, his hand a light weight on her hip. She'd agreed, and tomorrow he would barely be able to believe it.

But now, the only thing he had room to feel (emotionally, at least) was fucking urgency. His dick was burning, Soifon's nails were biting—

—and the noise from the party, the light bleeding around the corner, made it impossible to forget the mass of people they knew on the other side of this wall, (the one he was preparing to fuck a beautiful woman into), poised to discover them.

Enough foreplay, Soifon snarls/moans into his hair, and wow they're in sync, because it's at that moment that his muscles bunch, and he pushes her up the wall, anchoring her there with his hips leaning—heavily—into her pelvis. Soifon sucks in an eager breath, swallows a moan and—as Ichigo (groaning) eases his hot prick into her tightwetheat—hisses.

His hands move back to her legs, just beneath her ass to hold her up as he rocks firmly once, experimentally, and then again…

Fuckin'—move! the 2nd division captain snaps at him, though the bite is spoiled by the quiver underlining her voice, and Ichigo grins toothily because he knows it'll piss her off. He waits until she's opening that tasty mouth to fire something emasculating at him—before starting up the hard, fast rhythm he'd decided on. Her inhale cut off with something very like (though, not quite) a squeak, her legs tightened and dug her knees painfully hard into the soft spot above his hipbones.

Ichigo leans in to muffle his moans against her neck. Her fingers appear again in his hair, and he feels a wash of pinprick-pain where she pulls.

He comes before she does but—hey—it happens occasionally. He lowers her to her feet as he himself goes down to his knees and, with one hand steady on her hip in case her landlegs are absent, hooks one of her knees over his shoulder.

Without ceremony, he pushes three fingers into her. Soifon turns her face skyward and bares her teeth, air escaping instead of the cry she's smothering when Ichigo flattens his tongue against her clit and coaxes her climax the rest of the way. Moments later, she slides down the wall to rest against him. Ichigo draps an arm around her, content to stay put for a while.

Then they find someplace with a door and a lock.

Rare pairing is rare. Title is tentative, story has not been edited...expect a lot of errors, as I type too quickly when I'm writing smut. In the meantime my bed is beckoning, and I'll give it a twice-over tomorrow.

Hope you enjoy, and please tell me your thoughts. I don't bite.

-Oceans

Edited as of Jan 17th.