title. you, and in the dusk
summary. Ichigo, Orihime and the minutes after sundown.
rating. strong M
note. thanks very much for your feedback! so loved. feel free to criticize my smut and say that this is 'just pure smut', which is, yeah, it is. m-rated fics are hard, harder than angst. do not fret, i'm still the silly alice who writes silly fluffs so… don't look at me like that :DD thanks very much for reading!
disclaimer. a-huh. applied.
warning. mature, mindless smut. if you feel uncomfortable, i'm very sorry, please do not continue reading.
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Dusk settles outside. But the scene inside the classroom is a far cry from what dusk feels like outside. It is scorching hot, carnal, lewd inside.
"S-Stop…" she moans. Harsh exhales follow her moan. "S-S-Stop… We c-can't – not here —" Her moan, this time, is longer.
He grunts and continues, anyway. His finger inside her moves and liquid heat flows down to her inner thighs and onto his hand.
"K-Kurosaki…k-kun…" Her voice breaks and shakes. Behind her bra, her nipples are hard and they ache.
A low, long groan echoes from her, and she throws her head back. He digs his chin on her shoulder, moving his hand while rocking his hips forward. They stand by her desk, beside the window. He stands behind her, trapping her between his rock hard body and desk. Her upper body is fully clothed, her blouse buttoned. Gray skirt bunches around her hips, exposing her luscious wobbling legs and his hand between her thighs, in front of her pelvis.
She tries again. "Stop… Ku…" The next words are blurred, engulfed in a long moan as he adds another long finger inside her. A gasp escapes her lips as his hold around her hips tightens, pulling her closer, harder against his chest, harder against his arousal.
"K-Kurosaki-kun…" Her nails dig onto his skin as she clutches his arm that holds her in place.
Gray eyes widen, staring up to the familiar ceiling of their classroom. Her mouth hangs open in a silent cry as he rubbed his throbbing erection against the groove between her buttocks.
He's…
"K-Kuro–"
He bites her neck, and at the same time, he strokes her harder between her legs and rocks forward against her buttocks. She gasps and her legs give away, but his strong arm around her waist keeps her upright, keeps her against his hard body. And in the process, his erection rubs even harder against the cleft of her plump rear.
"Ku…Kurosa–"
"That's not my name," he growls in her ear. He is breathing harder, harsher, and the feel of her inner muscles around his fingers – wet, hot and soft is addicting, making him lose himself. "Ichigo," he whispers tightly, his hips moving restlessly. He is fully clothed behind her. Nevertheless, his erection is obvious, and it is so damn painful.
"That's my name." And to punish her, he thrust hard between her butt cheeks, plunges three fingers inside her more forcefully, and squeezes her breast.
She lets out a strangled cry, shaking, gasping for air. The pleasure is scrumptiously delicious, and embarrassingly, she is salivating. Trembling, she tries to speak, but no words come, only incoherent moaning.
"Move," he orders harshly, panting, suppressing his desire, his lust – for her and only for her.
Her face is red and she floods between her legs. "…I… I… H-h-how? Wh-When you m-move like that I– ahh!"
"You're lazy… Hime."
"It's h-h-hard–"
"Yes, it is," he grits out. "So move." Startling her, his pelvis jerks forward.
But she can't. He is rocking fast and hard against her plump ass, and at the same, he pinches her nipple.
"Ichi… I–Ichi…go!"
Desperately, she tries to reach for that white flash – thick, white-hot liquid rolls down from her weeping feminine core and onto his palm. Her body quakes inside as he speeds up his pelvic and finger thrusts.
"Ichigo!"
She wants to kiss him so much to stifle her moans.
He kisses her neck, sucking on her pulse that throbs under his tongue and teeth. Saliva dribbles down from his mouth, like the way saliva trickles down her chin – like the way her vagina weeps as he drives her over the precipice.
Unable to stand it anymore, her hands slam down to her desk, gripping the edges. Under her, her legs shake while his hand moves up and down, his fingers in and out, in rhythm with his wild pelvic thrusts. Long, loud moans and grunts fill the room. She is tethering over the edge, ready to fall and shatter.
Behind her, he shudders as he plunges his fingers deeper and faster, rubbing his painful erection against her bottom. Ichigo bites his lip to control his hunger. Damn it! I want… I want –
A small cry rolls from her lips. The white flash is nearer, and she can feel it.
But he stops.
Blinking, confused, she stutters, "Wh-What…?"
Silently, he drops his large hand from between her legs and steps back from her, leaving her cold and bothered.
"I-Ichigo…?" She looks over shoulder and watches him sucks off his drippy fingers greedily. She cannot see his eyes, shadowed by his orange locks that fall over his forehead.
Flushed and shaking, with moist gray eyes, she turns around to face him fully, arms around her heated body. She watches as he swallows, shadows playing across his face. When he lifts his chin, she sees his brown eyes, flashing with white-hot desire, heavy with raw lust.
"I'm such a selfish bastard."
And then, he flashes a small crooked grin.
Delicious tingles convulse her spine, making her legs shake. Sticky, wet trails are making their way down her legs.
Her eyes widen as he starts to unzip his pants. "You," he breathes gruffly, hungrily, "…You've got to take care of this first."
Shakily, she obediently goes down to her knees.