Okay, before people get all upset with me, I do have two more chapters of AWIP ready to go. I just need to wait for copper-sama to finish beta-ing them (along with a few more chapters of this one as well, if people seem to like this one.)
I, personally, am more than a little iffy on this one. However, copper-chan basically threatened me into posting this. So I figured I would give it a shot, and see the reception.
But I finally have my own computer with internet again! -cheers-
Hello, updates!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Ichigo, or Orihime. I am merely using them for my own perverted needs.
Warning: first part is a steamy lemon.
The kiss started out soft and tentative, if slightly clumsy as his teeth banged against her own and dug into her lower lip bluntly only moments later. Then their passion caused it to become more frenzied and passionate as Ichigo shoved her brusquely up against the wall. Instinctively, his rough, callused hands grasped her hips, her small hands fisted into unruly orange hair.
His tongue prodded almost shyly at the junction of her lips and she opened her mouth obediently. His fleshy appendage dove almost eagerly into her wet crevice, exploring her mouth thoroughly. Her own tongue touched his hesitantly, and a battle of wills began, which she allowed him to win.
There was still the faintest hint of the sweet sake that had caused the normally ignorant Kurosaki Ichigo to become so brazen. The sweetness mixed with his own smoky scent to create an intoxicating taste.
Her fingers tightened unconsciously on his scalp.
His lips skimmed down her throat before brushing back up to her jaw line. "Careful," he murmured against her skin in an almost growl, nipping at the ivory skin until it was a vivid, irritated red.
"So-Sorry," she struggled to get out, shivering as the pads of his work-roughened fingers slipped deftly under the hem of her shirt and pressed temptingly into the small of her back. Ichigo flicked his tongue teasingly against her pulse point, creeping his fingers up her spine at the same time. She couldn't help but shiver once more as she felt the whisper of her school shirt rising up slowly against her heated flesh.
The sensation of his fingers brushing against her bra snapped her out of her daze, as she suddenly wrenched on Ichigo's spiky orange hair. His lips separated from her collarbone as he let out a black oath. "What the hell, Orihime?" He rubbed at his now extremely sore scalp.
Her chest heaving, she looked up at him out of thoroughly dazed gray eyes. She couldn't help the way that her cheeks flushed even more when she realized that he had used her first name. "We shouldn't be doing this…Ichigo…-kun." She hesitated for a moment before using his first name and once more before adding the suffix to it.
"And why the hell not?" He asked in annoyance. His eyes, which had long since turned to yellow and black, glowered almost childishly at her.
She had difficulty swallowing at the heated look as she crossed her arms over her chest to hide the way her nipples had tightened in acute arousal. "I don't want this to be a one-time thing, Ichigo-kun. I'm not that girl."
"And you think I'm that guy?" Ichigo asked, mildly insulted.
She looked flustered. "No! But I don't want to become your booty call, either."
If he hadn't been so turned on that he was actually worried about dying from lack of blood to his brain, he would have burst out laughing at the phrase "booty call" actually leaving Orihime's lips. "Relax. I'm not that much of a prick."
And with that said, he looped a wiry arm around her slim waist and crushed his lips to her already kiss-swollen ones.
Almost immediately, she melted against him, her glorious breasts pressing into his chest firmly. Within seconds, his hands were back in their original position on the snap of her bra. This time, she didn't mind, instead deciding to nibble on his lower lip before moving to his earlobe and drawing it into her mouth to suck on teasingly.
Judging by the way his knees buckled and he nearly dropped her, she had successfully found his sweet spot.
During her little expedition, he had managed to unsnap her brassiere after a few fumbling misses. Her breasts bounced free as the rough cloth of her shirt rubbed against her highly-sensitized nipples, causing electricity to spark down her spine as she gasped into the shell of his ear.
Ichigo's hands skimmed lightly from her back to the front, where he cupped her breasts, which overflowed pleasantly. Yellow eyes focused on her flushed, pleasured face, he rubbed a callused thumb over a nipple, which tightened and puckered beneath his finger.
She let out a low whimper and arched her back in an effort to make him touch her once more.
"Bedroom," Ichigo growled against her throat, flicking the same nipple with the nail of his thumb.
"Door on… your left. Behind… you." She gasped out with extreme difficulty, yelping in surprise when the Kurosaki suddenly pulled her more securely into his arms and practically ran to her room.
Once inside the darkened room, he stumbled into a nightstand, and tripped over a stack of her school books before finally landing on her bed, automatically catching his weight on his hands to refrain from crushing the tiny girl.
Orihime's gray eyes glowed silver in the moonlight that flooded the room from her single window above her bed as she studied his face lovingly.
His fingers quickly unbuttoned her school shirt and slipped it down her arms before tossing it away haphazardly. Her bra was next, though he took a brief moment to appreciate the lacy, royal blue bra, which complimented her ivory skin nicely before tossing it into the far corner of her room wildly.
Then he leaned back to admire Orihime's naked torso. Her breasts were perfect in his opinion: the nipples were darkened with passion, a stark contrast to the creamy skin surrounding them and puckered from his attention on them. They were soft and filled his hands with just the right amount left over.
"You have too many clothes on, Ichigo-kun," Orihime's shy voice broke into his musings, just as dainty fingers began unbuttoning his shirt swiftly. Surprised by her boldness, Ichigo allowed her to continue as he stood still. Her soft hands explored his revealed skin almost curiously as she removed his shirt inch by inch. Her hands traced his muscles and the various scars that littered his body before creeping up to his neck and pulling him back down. His skin was taut and smooth, almost scorching hot.
It fascinated her and she slid her hands down his back, easily feeling lean muscles ripple under her soft touch. She, on a whim, reached up and lapped at the skin of the junction of his neck.
Ichigo shuddered, a groan escaping him. As payback, he clasped his lips over the right nipples, drawing it deeply into his hot, wet mouth.
With a loud cry, she arched back into him; small fists clutched desperately at his hair.
Fighting back a wince at her strong hold, Ichigo instead laved the areola roughly with his tongue, causing her to roll her spine against him instinctively. Now her fingers dug into his scalp sharply.
He bit down on her nipple slightly, and in reflex, her grasp loosened slightly. The powerful Shinigami rolled the other nipple between his fingers as he suckled thoroughly on the other.
Once she was thoroughly dazed with her breasts rosy and her face flushed, his fingers moved down to the snap of her skirt, fumbling with the small button for a moment before Orihime helped him unsnap it.
She kicked it off, possibly to join the other abandoned articles of clothing. "And then there was one," Ichigo breathed lowly, admiring her lacy bikini-styled underwear that matched her recently abandoned bra perfectly. Must've been a match.
"The ratio of my removed clothes versus yours always seem to tip in your favor," she observed breathily, earning a barely visible smirk right before the tangerine-haired Kurosaki kicked off his shoes and shucked his pants. "Better," she allowed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him back down. Her smaller, lithe body nestled just right into his as her long, lean legs wrapped around his hips firmly.
Her face flamed when she felt the apparent evidence of his arousal prodding insistently at the seam of her legs as Ichigo found her pulse point once more, sucking there until he was absolutely sure that it would bruise. It was a brand: his brand.
All thought processes froze to a screaming halt the very moment Orihime grounded against his already straining erection tentatively. She sensed the way he froze and looked up at him worriedly. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"No. Just… give me a warning next time, okay?" He groaned into the skin of her neck. Her deep orange hair tickled his nose as she nodded. "Good," he nipped her collarbone before soothing the spot with his tongue.
She gasped, whimpering as she bucked her hips against his in an effort to get him to move his attention down where the ache for him was growing with every touch.
He obliged, teasing her as he grasped her hips loose, bringing his knee up to help support his weight. He dripped his head from her collarbone to her breast, suckling lightly as he pressed a finger lightly against her clit through her panties. Immediately, she arched her back up off the bed with a loud cry, bucking her hips fiercely to get another touch like that once more. She was amazingly responsive to everything he did, he noted in mild surprise to himself.
A thick, heady scent was filling up his nostrils and when he rubbed her clit again, he noticed that they were dripping wet. He lazily rubbed the nub between his fingers, yellow eyes smugly watching her breathing escalate, causing her breasts to jiggle and bounce most enticingly.
After making sure she was thoroughly distracted, he hooked his index finger on the sides of her underwear and slid them down her legs carefully. They were, after all, too pretty to stretch or rip.
Her eyes shot open when she felt the cool air brush her damp curls.
When she started trying to cover herself modestly, Ichigo pushed her back down gently. Assuring her that she was fine, he pried apart her clenched-together thighs gently but firmly. Orihime lied there, faintly quivering in anxiety and excitement as Ichigo examined her most special of places.
It was safe to say that Orihime didn't dye her hair.
She was soft and warm when he touched her gingerly and Orihime jumped slightly at the unexpected action. When Ichigo actually slid a finger inside of her, she gasped and her fingers fisted into the sheets of her bed tightly. Inch by inch, he sheathed his index with her, stroking the wet, silken walls slowly.
He removed the finger mostly before adding one more. Due to her inexperience, he kept the thrusts of his fingers slow and measured, though it was clearly enough for him.
With one more thrust, the girl beneath him came over his fingers, crying out, "Ichigo!!"
Her hips snapped upwards with the strength of her orgasm as she threw her head back against the pillow, causing her dusky orange hair to fly around her flushed face and land over her breasts and stomach in a feathery halo.
She looked absolutely stunning.
"Orihime, I need you. Now," He groaned against the skin of her stomach, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers and by now, almost painful.
"I-I know. M-Me too. But I-I'm a vir-" she struggled to get out, obviously still reeling from her orgasm.
"Me too. No worries." he cut her off breathlessly, slipping off his boxers hastily as he spoke.
Once he was as naked as she was, her gray eyes couldn't help but wander over his lean, muscled frame. Dusty traces of bright orange were scattered over the skin of his lower stomach, leading to his iron hard erection which stood proudly at what had to be at least nine inches.
Fascinated, she stared at it with wide eyes. "Are you sure it'll fit?" She couldn't help but ask, her tone fearful.
Ichigo's yellow eyes glimmered with light amusement. "We'll give it our best shot."
"Okay," she agreed eagerly, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck to drag him back down. She ran her fingers through his hair, which was rough with just a hint of softness.
He laid a soft kiss over the small forming hickey on her collarbone, laving the spot gently with his tongue. He grasped her thigh, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist.
She obliged obediently and immediately felt the tip of his need prod insistently at her entrance and her already flushed face flamed even more.
Ichigo chuckled against her skin, glancing up at her once more to make sure she was okay with this. She answered by bring him up for another kiss.
Drinking in the honey-sweet taste of her mouth, he began to push as in slowly as he could handle, giving her ample time to adjust to his girth. He was very much aware of when he reached her virginal barrier and hesitated after looking up at Orihime's twisted-in-pain face. "Make it fast," she gritted out.
He nodded, his hips surging upwards with almost no warning.
Her hymen gave and ripped easily and Ichigo swallowed Orihime's answering screams. Once he was fully sheathed within, he stilled.
Tears brimmed on the corner of her eyes, and she kept whimpering. Just the sound of it was making him feel worse.
"Keep go-going." She finally spoke up as the pain began to leech away.
"But-" Ichigo attempted to protest.
Gray eyes implored him. "Please?"
He sighed and began to once more, her silken walls caressing him softly despite the extra lubrication which he immediately knew was blood. Dammit.
With each slow, tantalizing thrust, more and more of the almost unbearable pain leeched away, only to be replaced with almost overwhelming pleasure.
Almost unconsciously, her hips began to lift up to meet his thrusts, which were steadily becoming less controlled and time as passion began to rule his movements. Each time he filled her, she felt the unbelievable sensation of being complete.
Her soft grasps turned into brazen moans, her grasp on his neck grew tightened as she dug in with her nails. "Oh, God, Ichigo!" She cried out against his sweaty, salty-tasting skin. His answer was a low, almost guttural groan against her neck.
His thrusts became even rougher, feeling the way that her muscular, vaginal walls started to rubber band around him, milking him for all he had. Now determined on a primal level to make her come screaming his name, Ichigo dipped his head to her nipple. He suckled thoroughly on the puckered areola before biting down.
It worked like a charm. Orihime exploded around him, shrieking out his name at an almost deafening level. Her walls rippled around him, tightening as she brought him to his own climax. He temporarily saw white, which slowly leeched away to reveal Orihime's exhausted, pleasured face.
Spent, he collapsed on her, exhausted.
Orihime didn't seem to be much better, judging by her sweat-soaked hair, limp frame, and rapid gasps.
He had just enough strength to pull a thin sheet over them before collapsing next to her. Almost automatically, his arms locked around her waist.
With a soft, contented sigh, Orihime snuggled into his chest before quickly falling asleep.
Comforted by the smell of her, Ichigo soon followed.
When she woke that next morning, he was already gone with not even a note.
::Six Weeks Later::
"You're WHAT?!?" Tatsuki's explosive cry seemed to ricochet over Inoue's otherwise empty apartment.
Orihime looked absolutely mortified, rubbing her thumbs over the heated cup of tea absently.
"It's not for certain, Tatsuki," she hissed out. "It's just a feeling."
"But-but…" The karate master's voice was faint as she struggled to find words. "Pregnant." The word was almost inaudible.
"Nothing's for sure," Orihime insisted stubbornly, a hand unconsciously pressing against her flat stomach.
"…Why do you think that?" Tatsuki asked, attempting to get used to the idea of her naïve best friend actually being pregnant. As in, with a baby.
"Well…I'm late," Orihime flushed a bright red at the exposure of something so intimate. "And it… would match up."
The raven-haired girl's jaw went slack at Orihime's admitting that she had had sex.
"Who?" She demanded, already cracking her knuckles threateningly.
"…Kurosaki-kun," The beautiful woman answered softly, her expression saddening.
I'll kill him.
"Orihime…" Tatsuki's tone was sympathetic, while all she really wanted to do was track down that that missing son of a bitch and throttle him until he quit breathing permanently.
"Don't, Tatsuki-chan. Please," Orihime pleaded quietly, looking at the other girl imploringly.
"My lips are sealed," Tatsuki assured her. "You should probably make sure that you, y'know, are in fact pregnant."
Orihime's face was blank. "How?"
"Store-bought pregnancy tests," Tatsuki answered, exasperated.
"Oh. But I haven't got any of those."
Tatsuki got to her feet with a soft sigh. "Okay. I'll go buy you some tests. You stay here, and make sure that you need to pee when I get back," she ordered, hunting up her jacket as she spoke.
Orihime jumped to her feet as well and fished out her wallet from her purse and took out some money.
"Here. The least I can do is pay for them," she offered the yen to her best friend.
Tatsuki knew better than to decline and merely accepted the bills before stuffing them unceremoniously into her back pocket.
"Thanks. I'll be back soon."
Tatsuki stared at all of the pregnancy test brands, feeling absolutely lost as to which one to buy. She didn't want to get the cheapest one, but wanted one of the quicker ones too.
After another few, long minutes of internal debating, she found a reasonably-priced box that seemed like it would work and only took a minute to show results.
Grabbing a box was on her way to the checkout when pregnancy books on a small shelf caught her eye.
She paused and glanced over the titles. On a whim, she grabbed two of the cheap ones for Orihime to read if she decided to keep the baby, which she probably would.
The checkout lady had a severe frown on her face as she handled Tatsuki's purchases, and as the Arisawa began to leave, she called out, "May God save your soul, child."
Tatsuki didn't even bother acknowledging the religious nut.
When she entered Orihime's apartment, she found the auburn-haired girl anxiously dancing from foot to foot. The raven-haired girl wordlessly handed over the box of pregnancy tests. "Try to do several to make sure," she told the other girl, who nodded before speeding off to her bathroom.
While she waited, the tomboy wandered into the kitchen in search of something to drink.
Rummaging through the fridge, she found a half-empty bottle of apple juice.
Placing the bottle on the counter, she reached up on her tip-toes to start digging around for a glass.
A loud cry of "Tatsuki!" caused the girl to freeze with her fingers on a coffee mug.
Releasing the cup, Tatsuki wheeled around and barreled down the hallway to the bathroom, opening it to see Orihime staring at a row of white and blue sticks on the counter with wide eyes.
"What's wrong?" Tatsuki demanded.
"I'm pregnant," Orihime answered faintly. "All five of them are saying yes," Orihime waved a hand at the row of tests vaguely.
"But you were already pretty sure that you were," Tatsuki pointed out in confusion.
"But this just proved it. I wasn't sure before. I-I don't know if I can handle a baby, Tatsuki-chan," Tears brimmed on the corners of Orihime's eyes. It must've been bad for her to add the almost childish suffix to her name, which was something she had fallen out of the habit as of late.
"Well, there is another option, Hime," Tatsuki stated hesitantly.
The auburn-haired girl blinked innocently. "Adoption?" she asked naively.
"Well, that's one option, but I was thinking of something else. More…drastic," Tatsuki answered slowly, trying to get her friend and almost sister to understand her suggestion.
"What?" Orihime looked on blankly.
"An abortion, Orihime," Tatsuki stressed the second word lightly.
"Oh! But I couldn't do that! I mean, maybe adoption, but never an abortion. I support the right for a girl to choose, but I could never do that! Even if he never knows it, this baby is part Kurosaki-kun, and that's good enough for me," Orihime explained, her expression softening at the mention of Ichigo as she placed a hand over her still flat stomach.
It was official: Kurosaki Ichigo was the dumbest jackass who'd ever lived. He had a girl who was madly in love with him, was willing to do anything for him (including taking care of a child that she probably couldn't handle), and he was too freaking blind to notice.
Despite her less than pleasant thoughts about the substitute Shinigami, Tatsuki smiled fondly. "I thought you'd say that. That's why I got you these."
Tatsuki pulled the two books out of the bag next to the bathroom door and handed them over.
Orihime took them and looked them over.
A beautiful smile appeared. "Thank you, Tatsuki!"
"Mm hmm," Tatsuki smiled. "We should probably get you checked out as soon as possible, though."
"I don't have insurance," The skin between Orihime's eyebrows puckered slightly in worry.
"We'll go to Planned Parenthood. They'll help," Tatsuki answered quickly, soothing her friend's fears quickly. "I'll get you more books when I can, and look stuff up on the internet."
"Thank you, Tatsuki. Just make sure you do it when you're alone. Nobody can know."
"Okay. But shouldn't we tell the head and Ochi-sensei? If they know, they could probably help."
"No. No one can know."
"But-"
"Please?" Gray eyes implored silently.
"Okay, fine." Tatsuki relented with a sigh. "I'm free tomorrow. Do you want to go to Planned Parenthood after school?"
"Sure, that'd be great." Orihime agreed.
Okay, before you guys send me hate mail, I know Ichigo comes off as a jackass. Trust me when I say that there is a reason for why he left so early, and that NO it wasn't because he flipped and realized that he just slept with his nakama. (Weird as that sounds.)
Because, in my opinion, its far too cliche.
And no, it won't skip until she has the baby. I have a particular plot set out for this one. Mwuhaha.
Review, yes? Tell me your thoughts, yes?
-Vampyre Heartbreak