Acceptance.
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Thank you for the reviews on my latest story =D They made me very happy and I'm fuelled to continue! This one-shot, however, is nothing to do with that. :3 I have written this for a very special friend! ^^ She's been going through a rough spot lately, and work life is really getting her down. So, I wanted to write her something to maybe bring up her spirits! I know she's excited about reading this because she told me. But she knows nothing about the plot, or what's going to happen! Hehe!
So, this is dedicated to you, Confusion No Hime! I really, REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT.
I'm very nervous! *scratches head in anxiety*
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach. It belongs to Kubo-Sensei! ^^
Warnings: Lots of swearing. Possible OOCness? (I'm not sure DX it depends how you interpret it). Smut. Scenes of a sexual nature. Some blood. And... Um... Well.. Read and find out! ^^
I hope you love it, Chrissy!
Acceptance
It's snowing.
It rarely snows.
Why does it have to snow today of all days?
I swear the world fucking hates me.
I'm like its little puppet on strings, able to be manipulated whenever it desires.
Which is ironic since I don't do what anyone tells me to. I never listen to other people. I do what I want. When I want. It's my life. No one else's.
They can't tell me what to do.
I'll just ignore them as always.
Hn.
Unfortunately that's not entirely true.
There has been some times when I have listened to someone. He was everything to me. I loved him.
The fucker.
I'm laughing right now, by the way. At the irony that that goody two shoes made me love him. He made me fall hard for him. And the sickest thing of all is that I don't care.
But he left me. Left. Me!
Cunt.
Bastard.
Fucker.
Prick!
Why? I don't understand why he left.
Why. He. Left. Me!
I never treated him badly. I was actually gentle with him sometimes.
I don't know. I'm a rather possessive creature. Maybe he just had enough of it.
"You can't control my life, Grimm! I'll do what I want!"
That made me so angry. Why couldn't he just let me decide everything for him? It's not too hard to just submit fully to me.
I miss him.
I want him.
I crave...
His touch.
His smile.
His scowl.
The look in his eyes when I entered him.
Made love to him.
Cliché, right? And so fucking corny.
But, I was in love with that man.
That beautiful, feisty, sexy man.
"I love you, Grimm. I always will," he announced with such honesty and devotion in his molten brown hues. I grinned back at him, running my hand through his vibrant orange locks and kissed his forehead.
"I love you too, Ichi."
It hurts. So bad. Just to say his name.
To remember his voice.
To smell his pillow where his head should be and reminisce about the times we shared. His head against my chest. My arms around his waist. His mile-long legs sprawled over my own. Our groins touching, stimulating the other.
Sometimes it was hard to get to sleep because we'd just get horny again and I'd turn him onto his stomach and grind against his ass until he begged me to fuck him.
To make love to him.
To satisfy him.
To pound him until he painted the sheets with his essence.
To slam hard and fast as he screamed my name and moaned for me to go faster.
Harder.
Stronger.
"Ahhh! Grim-j-j-jow! I'm go-gonna come!"
I'd always smirk when he said that.
All smug that I was bringing him to completion.
To release.
To his orgasm.
Me!
And no one else could make him come.
Ever.
Only I could.
Just me.
Just my hands.
My dick.
My fingers.
My mouth when he was being particularly fucking reluctant.
My words.
But he still left me.
Che.
I hated the fucking brat at first.
He was always following orders.
Getting his work done.
Going to bed early.
He never went out and had fun.
He was fucking boring.
I remember the first time I saw him.
I'm sat in my chair, a bored expression on my face, as the teacher drones on about something to do with Pythagoras Theorem. Something I'm not fucking interested in.
The other kids are ignoring him, too.
Some asleep.
Others shooting spit balls at the cunts sitting at the front.
A typical day, really.
I, on the other hand, lean back on my chair and cross my arms behind my head. I can see my sky blue bangs just below my teal eyebrows.
They're always there.
No matter how many times I combed the fuckers back.
Gelled it.
Waxed it.
They. Just. Stayed.
Eventually, I just gave up on the little shits.
"Oh, it appears our new student has arrived," the boring-ass teacher says with dreaded hope that the new comer wasn't like all of his other students. I smirked. He could dream, but it would never become a reality.
"Is this classroom 6.15?"
Wait, what?
That's a new voice.
Hn.
It sounds smooth, yet deep.
Almost...
Foreign.
Since when do foreigners come here of all places?
"Yes! Welcome," Mr. Lamewad greets and presumably invites the new kid into the classroom because suddenly I'm hearing timid, awkward footsteps near the front of the class. "Would you like to introduce yourself, young man?"
I don't bother to sit upright and watch as the pathetic kid spouts his fucking name. But I do laugh at the words that come out of his mouth.
"Hello, I'm Ichigo Kurosaki. I came here from Seireitei High because I got into a bit of a fight and had to transfer. This time around, though, I'm going to dedicate myself to the work!"
Nerd.
Dork.
Geek.
Lameass.
Lame-o.
Lame-o-zoid.
Lame-wad.
Teachers pet!
This new kid is clearly boring. I bet he has glasses on and wears brown shorts that finish at his knees.
And maybe he wears a tie.
And a geeky-science-y shirt with a pocket to hold pens and pencils. HA!
Okay, now I have to see if that's the case!
I snicker lightly under my breath as I uncross my arms and lower myself to the ground, the legs of my chair producing a non-existent sound as they caress the floor beneath me.
I lift my head, expecting to see the nerdiest looking kid on the planet, but, what I see instead is...
He really was stunning.
Heh...
Brown eyes...
So deep...
So resilient...
So inviting...
Captivating...
Mesmerising.
They held gold flecks and specks of amber.
They were beautiful.
Truly.
And utterly stunning.
I couldn't count on two hands the amount of times my heart skipped a beat when he'd stare deeply into my own eyes when he became demanding in the bedroom, digging his blunt, perfect nails into my broad shoulders and scowling darkly when I purposefully slowed my pace...
Just so I could...
His nose was straight and also perfect.
His cheek bones were strong.
His chin was narrow.
His neck was long and succulent.
His skin...The perfect sun-kissed I've ever come across.
Beautiful.
So creamy.
And soft...
Smooth..
He was so lean.
His legs...miles long and perfect locked around my waist, or over my shoulders, or spread out on the sofa.
His hands were always soft and warm.
They'd bring great heat to my dick when the bastard got frisky and snaked his hands down my jeans and boxers to curl his hand around my member.
Some boring show about how to bring up your kids is blaring through the plasma T.V. screen and adding a dimly lit effect to the living room. I glance over at Ichigo who seems interested in whatever the fuck it is these people are babbling nonsensically about to the viewers dismay.
I notice a shift in his eyes but his expression doesn't change.
It's odd.
My eye catches movement in my peripheral vision.
It's Ichigo's hand.
And it's getting closer.
A smirk makes itself known on my face and I throw my arms over the head of the sofa and lean back, spreading my Jean-clad legs as I do so.
It's not long before that hand is on my thigh, and slowly lurking up the expanse to the bronze button locking my Jeans together.
His finger circles the metal. The movements calm and decisive.
Another digit joins the first in the untangling of the button, and soon it pops open, Ichigo's thumb and index immediately shifting the brass zip down to the base.
An amused chuckle escapes my parted lips as my berry grips the waistband of my boxers and drags them forward before reaching for my slowly hardening cock.
My Ichi releases my knob from its prison and cradles it in his warm hands, slowly rolling it like play dough.
I chuckle at my simile and grin as Ichigo slides back the foreskin to unleash the head of my dick.
His thumb rotates around the head tantalisingly slow, and I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from clamping my callous right hand down on his creamy neck and force his lips to close around my length.
Patience has never been my thing.
So Ichigo better hurry the fuck up.
A sly grin appears on my berries gorgeous face, his eyes lidding and his hands working frantically at my penis.
It feels...
Amazing.
But his mouth would feel better.
Or his ass.
Whichever is fine.
As long as he does something soon.
"Do you want me to make you happy with my mouth, Grimm?"
Little... Bastard!
He's actually teasing me!
Mirth dances in his chocolate brown eyes and he gives me this innocent look before lowering himself further and breathing over my shaft.
I shudder and suck in a breath.
Damn him.
"What's wrong, Grimm?" He questions as if his pretty mouth isn't a centimetre away from encasing the tip of my hard rod. The most annoying thing is, is that he's waiting for me to react. I have the urge to get up, leave the room, have a bash in our room then come back.
Unfortunately, I'm horny as fuck and I can always get him back later for teasing.
With my mind set, I smirk dangerously and clench my hands in the back of his orange mane. "Sure, Ichi, make me 'appy with yer mouth!" And with that, I force his head down to the base, enjoying the choking sounds he always makes as he adjusts to my size. My mind fogs with unrelenting lust, as that talented mouth of his constricts around me, forcing grunts from myself.
I feel a vibration rumble through my being as the cunt laughs around my joy stick. But, I'm not one to take things lightly, and so, I tighten my hands in his vibrant locks and buck upwards, catching the shift of his eyelids flying open and tears appearing in the corners of his eyes.
"Gurgrugrgruggurg!"
He gurgles, slamming his palms into the sofa cushions and taking everything I have to offer.
Brave kid.
My berry really is a fucking masochist.
"Ya like tha', Ichi? Havin' yer mouth fucked?" I inquire while stabbing my dick against the back of his throat and rolling my eyes into the back of my head as he swallows expertly.
Ichigo nods his head on my dick and used his strength to force my penis out of his mouth. I watch, dazed, as he removes his shirt, momentarily launching the material to the right side of the room before climbing off the sofa.
He positions himself between my legs and grips the sides of my jeans and boxers.
He pulls them down and yanks them from my person, along with my white socks.
A weird glint appears in his eyes as he cups the heel of my left foot and carries the appendage to his lips.
I stared.
Shocked and extremely turned on as the brat wrapped his lips around my toe, and sucked. And licked. And nibbled.
What has gotten in to my Ichi?
He's never done anything like... this before.
But, whatever it is, I'll have to find out and have him eat it, drink it, inject it, or anything again because this feels amazing.
The submission...
The worship.
I gotta say, though, I never imagined one of my berries kinks would be toe-sucking.
I smirk as Ichigo thoroughly moistens my toe. "Wha's gotten in to ya, Ichi-babe?" I don't really care for his answer, if he's going to give one, because he suddenly releases my toe and encases my other four toes in his warm crevice, sucking long and hard at the digits.
He then repeats the same on my other foot, by which point, I'm allowing him to worship me.
My body.
No one else can touch me.
Kiss me.
Caress me.
Only my berry can suck my rod.
Only my berry can ride my dick and take it like a bitch.
No one. Else.
Only Ichigo can touch my hair.
Feel my nipples.
Sleep nestled in my arms.
Only him.
I grin as Ichigo releases my foot and shifts forwards somewhat, his head ducking down as he traces his pink appendage up the length of my tanned leg, his palms following the devious muscle, perfect in their unison.
Ichigo smiled, sucking my bollocks into his furnace of a mouth and closing his eyes, as he slurped and rolled my testicles in his cavern. I narrowed my eyes in pleasure.
Ichigo has always been amazing at this.
Slashing his tongue against the skin.
Rolling them and paying an equal amount of attention to the twins.
Opening his eyes and locking those sultry brown irises with my own.
My berry lifts my ball sacks and maps out the base lewdly.
I smirk.
He chuckles sexily under his breath and rises to his knees.
He leans forward.
I curve and meet the teasing bastard half way, piercing the flesh above his narrow waist with my blunt nails as I haul him onto my lap, snagging his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down, my mouth filling with the metallic taste of his blood.
Our tongues clash and grind with each other, neither resisting or backing down as the battle intensifies, tearing grunts from my throat and moans from his.
My hold on his hips tightens further, and his blood slides down my nails.
It feels good.
I love it!
His tongue retreats back into his mouth as I parry the slick appendage, quickly trailing after the wet muscle.
Another gasp passes his teeth and lips, as we part momentarily.
I grind against his clothed ass.
Trying to let it be known through movements alone that I want him out of his fucking skin tight skinny jeans.
Ichigo unbuttons his jeans momentarily, hurriedly tugging them down.
I turn him and curve my back against his.
His orange mane rests against my shoulder. This irritates me.
It's too sweet.
Almost as quickly as he laid his head there, though, it was gone straight after I ripped his jeans from his person.
I didn't even give him a chance, and I don't think he cares as I heft him up somewhat and position the head of my dick at his entrance.
I slam him down hard and fast.
"Fuck!"
He hisses and gnaws on his lips, curling his arms around my head.
His ass brings me waves of heat, sucking me further inside him. I growl and undulate my hips erratically, pumping profusely into my berries welcoming body.
His ass clamps tighter around my dick.
I feel the pleasure.
Coursing.
Building in my cock.
"Nahh! Grimm! Fuck...Nnghhh! Harder!"
He curses deliciously, meeting me thrust for thrust, arching his back erotically and parting his luscious lips to scream my name!
Want coils in my gut.
Want to control his body.
Make him mine.
Have him moaning my name loud enough for his eccentric dad to hear all the way back in Japan!
Have him begging for more!
"Say my name!"
I demand, stabbing his precious gland.
He pants and plants his feet into the sofa, spreading his legs wide and tearing at the tanned skin of my broad shoulders.
I narrow my eyes and quicken my frantic pace, his words leaving him as if vibrations.
"G-G-G-OD-OD-OD, GRI-GRI-GRI-GRIMM-J-J-J-JO-JO-OW!"
A growl wrenches from my throat and I sink my canines into his neck, sucking harshly while continuing my brutal pace, my orgasm quickly approaching.
"Gr-I-mm! I'm-"
"Just do it!"
I exclaim and wrinkle my nose a tad when his jizz splatters over my chest. I give one last brutal buck and empty my load in his ass, pulling out straight afterwards and letting him collapse against me.
It even hurts to remember his fucking scent.
Even the texture of his skin.
It all hurts.
So fucking much.
And I hate it.
Why did I have to fall for that cunt?
That mother fucking prick!
It's not fair.
At all.
I shouldn't have fallen for him.
I shouldn't have let him in.
Ever.
But life's never on my fucking side to begin with.
Like I said, the world fucking hates me.
There's snow in my hair.
It's cold.
But I ignore it.
I hate the snow so fucking much!
Why today?
Seriously!
Why. The. FUCK!
The snow could choose any other fucking day, but it conveniently chooses today.
The anniversary of the day my berry left me.
I sigh and shovel my hands in my pockets.
I came here for a reason.
It's almost time.
6:10.
I trudge through the snow.
It gives under my weight and my shoes leave footprints.
Large footprints.
I stare at the cursed-
No. I won't fucking say it.
My eyes narrow in fury and I slow my pace, listening to the midnight wind and the tweeting of the annoying little birds.
6:11.
I glare holes in the ground, my teeth grinding together in my anger.
Why am I here?
Why?
WHY?
WHY?
I shouldn't be here.
He's not here.
Not in this area.
Nowhere near here!
6:12.
NO!
I fucking came here to do something.
Get it off of my chest.
And I'm going to fucking do it.
The speed of my boots crushing the snow accelerates, and my target is getting much closer.
6:13.
I can see it.
I hate it.
I don't want to look at it.
To believe it.
But it's there.
Staring at me.
Mocking me.
And spurring me on altogether.
6:14.
My eyes harden.
My jaw tightens.
I feel sick.
It's so close.
Just a couple dozen metres away from me.
I don't want to go near it.
I want it to disappear.
To not be real.
To never exist.
But it's there.
6:15.
I'm here now.
Standing in front of it.
In front of you.
My deepest fear come to life.
I feel like throwing up over it.
Over you.
But I won't.
Like I said: I came here to do something and I'm going to do it.
I open my eyes.
And read what's in front of me.
In glaring letters.
The thing I never wanted to lay eyes on.
Ichigo Kurosaki.
Twenty five.
The proud of Son of Isshin Kurosaki and Masaki Kurosaki.
Loving brother to Yuzu Kurosaki and Karin Kurosaki.
6/15/2009.
Ichigo Kurosaki.
The man that made me love him.
The man that stole a fucking place in my heart.
The man that got under my skin and drove me to accept his pathetic existence.
The man that kept me sane.
My fucking everything.
.
.
.
I crouch down to my haunches and pick up the photo situated in front of me.
It's a picture of him and his family.
Himself in the middle.
His sisters hugging his waist.
His trademark scowl on his face as his eccentric Dad ruffles his hair.
His mother died when he was very young, so she's not in the picture.
But he got his lustrous looks from her.
"How dare you make me love you," I laugh and replace the photo in its proper resting place before standing to my full height and titling my head back, the starlit sky greeting me with it's presence and shining brightly.
I close my eyes.
Listening to see if I can hear his voice again.
Hoping this is all a joke and he'll come up and hug me from behind.
But nothing comes.
I sigh and shake my head, a minute smile tugging at my lips.
It was time to accept it.
He was gone.
I wasn't going to get him back.
But I miss him.
And I want him.
Acceptance is a funny word.
And I just learned the meaning.
Well, um, that's it. O_O
Don't kill me. T_T
I really hope you liked it, Chrissy! And the rest of you T_T
*runs from angry readers chasing me with knifes and anything sharp*
Until next time~
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