Another chapter for my lovely readers….
Well this chapter has slight lemon… I don't think I should call it lemon… how about SMUT… ohh I like that
But please enjoy this chapter
I DO NOT OWN BLEACH OR ITS CHARACTERS
Orihime sat in her bath while the warm water was running thinking about Ichigo's eyes and his features. They switched from anger to sadness to fury to regret. Her heart was aching. She wanted to agree to his help. She wanted someone to save her from drowning into darkness. He was willing to protect her from Aizen.
Orihime slowly reached for her shampoo and began to wash her hair. The sweet smell of strawberry blast made her mind flow towards Ichigo again. She grabbed her small bath bucket and poured her warm water over her soapy hair. Water dripping into her bath water was deafening to the silence in her home.
"Ichigo…" she sighed. A small smile crept on her face thinking of the said man.
It was something about him that she found so attractive. To his unique hair color, to his piercing dark chocolate eyes. From his deep cheekbones, to his sharp nose. But what captured her eye the most was his deep scowl. Even if he wore it to scare off enemies it never seem to bother her.
'I wonder if he's ok?' she thought to herself. The way she yelled at him, to full blown cursing at him. That wasn't like her; it was way out of character. But he was harsh to her too. His words hit home when he told her she had no one.
But what can she do? Tatsuki always treated her like a baby. She didn't want her hands to be held, she wanted a real friend. She really did miss Tatsuki and felt her heart pull from pushing her away. Tears stung her eyes threatening to fall out, however she quickly dipped her head in the water to wash any signs of it. After wiping her eyes of the water she leaned her head back.
Orihime began to feel the tiredness from the past 24 hours take a toll on her body. Shutting her eyes to rest for a moment sounded like a plan to her.
"My little precious princess," said the dark heavy voice. The little girl looked up from her spot in the bathtub staring at her father that stood by the doorframe.
"Daddy, where's Sora?" asked the 8 year old Orihime. The man opened a new bottle of beer.
"He's away," he breathed out after chugging half the bottle down in one breath. She squeezed her bath toy from feeling her heart break from his answer.
"I really miss Sora." She looked towards her father again. "Where is mommy?" The man started to grow anger at his daughter's ridiculous questions.
"Listen you little-" Orihime jumped from the anger emanating off of her father's heavy voice. "I'm sorry princess, but spend some time with your daddy." He walked towards Orihime and knelt down to eye level. He smiled while brushing her hair. "Don't you love daddy too?"
Orihime smiled with her father but it quickly faded when his hand began to move past her shoulder to her small chest.
"Daddy what are you doing?"
"Showing you how much I love you," he smirked. "Now you show daddy how much you love him."
The pain came and Orihime felt like she couldn't breathe…
"ORIHIME!"
Orihime's eyes popped open and she began coughing. Her lungs were burning and her nose felt like it was on fire. Water dripped out her nose as she continued coughing. She felt a strong hand pat her back to help her clear her lungs of the remaining water. After her body settled down, Orihime looked up to see her savior but gasped at the sight.
"Aizen!" she choked out. He was hovered over her looking into her gray eyes.
"What in kami's name were you thinking?" Orihime shook her head at the sudden question. She looked around her surroundings and realizes she was in her bathroom naked. Feeling the cold tile on her back sent a shiver up her spine.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
"The question is why are you trying to kill yourself? There is work that still needs to be done." He got off the floor to get Orihime a towel. Orihime struggled to get up and cover her body at the same time but gave up. She stayed on the floor keeping her eyes on Aizen as he walked back towards her with a towel in hand.
"Why are you here?" she asked again but with more aggression. She snatched the towel and tried to wrap her body while still covering herself with her hands, yet again gave up. She stood up not caring if Aizen saw her body. She wrapped herself in the towel then turned back towards Aizen. "Well"
"My child I need you for my operation," he said while outlining her body with his eyes. "I need you alive for this to work." Smiling he walked towards her not averting his eyes from her own. He cupped her cheek. "I need you to stay flawless."
"I told you to leave me alone," moving her face away from his hand she headed towards the exit of the bathroom. "I want nothing to do with you so please leave me alone," she pleaded.
He was right behind her as she made her way towards her bedroom. For some reason she didn't feel uncomfortable with him trailing behind her. In her bedroom she raided her closet for comfortable clothing but stopped when Aizen grabbed her wrist to spin her around.
"What the hell are you do-"
"What I always wanted to do before Ichigo Kurosaki interrupted us." He pulled her towel and it crumpled around her feet. He threw her fragile body on her bed and climbed on top of her. "You see my dear I always get what I want."
Orihime closed her eyes picturing her childhood torment all over again.
Aizen kissed her forehead and trailed kisses down to her chin. He finally captured her lips, the same lips that not so long ago Ichigo was devouring for his own pleasure. She sighed into the kissing thinking of Ichigo. Even though Aizen was rougher with his kisses, Ichigo gave her a certain sensation when he kissed her.
Orihime's thoughts started to drift to Ichigo. What would he be like in bed? Would he be rough like his personality or soft like his kisses? She closed her eyes and pictured Aizen as Ichigo.
He moved lower feeling her heavy mounds and caressed each harden nipple with his fingers. His hot mouth moved to one nipple of her left breast while his fingers played with the other. His tongue lapped over the harden bud and made circular motions with it watching as it stood at attention. He moved to the next nipple to give it the same treatment.
Orihime moaned.
'Oh Ichigo,' her mind screamed.
He moved further down to her belly button and made a quick dip with is tongue. Orihime giggled from the teasing.
'Ichigo stop teasing me' her mind said. He parted her legs seeing how wet she is. He inserted a finger in feeling her feminine juices coat his finger. She shivered from feeling his cold finger enter her.
"Ahhh," she breathed out in ecstasy.
He inserted another finger and her breathing quicken. He pumped in and out watching as her juices soaked her sheets. Watching her juices flow from his fingers pumping in her made him licked his dry lips. He moved to taste her juices.
Orihime arched her back from feeling the soft wetness from her lover's tongue.
"More….ahh… more," she begged. Smiling he sucked on her bud to heighten her ecstasy. Her panting started to grow harsh and he knew she was close to her peak. Her womanhood tighten around his two digits as he quicken his pumps in and out of her. His tongue licked every fold but went back to suck on her bud. He smirked when a famous idea popped in his head. His other finger entered into her other hole and Orihime lost it when she screamed out a name.
"ICHIGO…"
He stopped his actions as he felt all her juices overflowed from his hand and lips. Her body jerked every three seconds from her orgasm. But she wasn't enjoying her release as Aizen but as Ichigo. He quickly got up and wiped his lips with his sleeve.
He stared at her form that was slowly coming of its high. Her cheeks flushed her eyes slightly parted yet glossed with lust. But she wasn't lusting after him but that boy name Ichigo.
"What the fuck did you just say?"
Orihime's eyes popped open. She completely forgot HE was here. She was so lost in her fantasy that she really though Ichigo was giving her the sweet pleasure she just received.
"Oh my… Aizen. I am so sorry." He grabbed her by her neck and started to choke her.
"You dare picture him while I was the one blowing your mind!"
Orihime's eyes started to grow wild. She tried to claw at his hands to release her but he continued to press down on her wind pipe. Her eyes started to roll to the back of her head. He had to remind himself that he needed her alive.
He finally released her. She started coughing and gasping for air. Finally composing herself, she felt her cheek sting. He slapped her twice. She screamed when he pulled her auburn hair.
"Listen to me and listen to me well. If I ever see you with him again I will… and I mean I WILL kill him. You belong to me and me alone. Do you understand?"
Orihime started crying.
"Please you're hurting me," she cried.
"Do you UNDERSTAND ME!?"
"Yes… yes," she wailed. He released her hair. She continued sobbing.
"Now let me finish what I started," he smirked. Her eyes widen when he grabbed her by her hair again and dragged her into her kitchen. Orihime never felt the same again after that.
Ok I will say it…. DARK huh?
Aizen maybe OOC but hey it's an AU story and I kind of pictured him this crazy in Hueco Mundo
Maybe I should change the genre to Angst hmm? Nah…
But please reviews I LOVE feedback .
