Prompt 20 - My Kink


The air around them was heavy with heat and unfulfilled arousal, the heavy percussive beat of the current song vibrating through the mass of gyrating bodies on the packed dance floor.

The strobe lights flaring through the dark space teased sensual scenes in between flashes before the beat dropped again and he rocked his hips against hers, keeping her lithe body pressed to his with a hand laid flatly against her lower stomach, meeting each of her grinding thrusts with his.

The stringent rhythm made her body move on its own and she was winding against him, rubbing herself onto him while he danced with her with his back against the wall, his hands running up her naked arms when she pressed her lips against the underside of his throat wantonly. The sound of her moan got lost in the encompassing music, but he felt its vibration against his skin, groaning in response to the effect he has on her.

He's rock hard and it's almost like he's fucking her, right there on the crowded dance floor in full sight of all of those strangers. She doesn't know if it's because of the overtly sexual lyrics of the song and its provocative beat, or because his hands slide so temptingly over the thin, slinky fabric of her dress, but she felt exposed and aroused beyond measure.

Her eyes opened slowly and scanned what she could distinguish from the crowd, anxiously expecting to see someone call out to them for what they were almost not doing. There were countless people and couples 'dancing' with each other left, right and in front of them, but none chose to cast their attention on them standing by the sheltered wall underneath the balcony. Granted, it was a darker spot than the rest of the club and she realized that even if someone was watching them… she wouldn't care about it because he was with her and all of his attention was on her and on no one else. Even as they were bumping and grinding so enticingly against each other, she felt confident and protected because he was with her. It was a powerful feeling, one that lowered her inhibitions even further than they already were without either of them having touched alcohol that night. They were high on each other and she loved the feel, only wanting more as the bass of the music got heavier and seemingly more arousing.

His lips landed on her right shoulder next to the thin strap of her dress. When she arched at the feel of him lifting the skirt of her little black dress from the back, he deliberately cast his gaze to the couple grinding into each other on their left, soon sporting a salacious grin at what he saw.

The hand that he'd placed on her hips were pulling her to him urgently, making her gasp at the delicious friction his clothed groin provided against her string-clad backside. Her hands were fisting in the fabric of his pants by his thighs while he took her in a tight embrace and she twerked her body in his hold; one arm was now around her waist while the other snaked in between her breasts and his hand caressed her throat, silently coaxing her into turning her head to the left.

If she'd been blushing up until that moment, it must've compared to nothing next to the effect that the erotic sight he made her witness had on her.

There was a woman, with the side of her face pressed against the wall, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes squeezed shut as her body jerked and trembled. The man standing behind her sheltered her, with one hand down the front of her shorts and his hips dry pumping into her hard from the back.

Orihime bit her lower lip and arched her back with a grin when she felt him twitch against her and nibble the skin in the crook of her neck and shoulder, unable to hold back her breathy moan. She felt so stimulated and there was no sound that she could make that would be heard by anyone anyway as they continued to move to the flow of the music, their hips thrusting onto each other more needily with each passing instant.

By the time the song ended, she was now the one with her back against the wall while he grinded his pelvis against hers, lifting her right leg so it went around his hips and they could create more effective friction between their impassioned bodies.

The pressure was building quickly between the both of them and the kiss that followed was unforgiving, borderline animalistic with her teeth pulling at his lower lip playfully before he slid his tongue inside of her panting mouth to have it battle against hers.

Orihime broke the kiss with a gasp and turned her head to the side in an effort to escape the increasing swelter of the atmosphere between them. She opened her eyes again with a gasp when the cool air coming from the overhead air conditioning hit her face, her neck arching while he kissed and nibbled on her in the side of her throat.

A pair of light blue eyes found her gaze in the crowd right when Ichigo's right hand pushed aside her soaked panties and he pushed inside of her, robbing her of her breath, her eyes falling shut. Did she imagine that just now? She let him kiss her on her lips next as her body moved with his in time with the slower, more sensuous song playing now.

Even with Ichigo's hot mouth and cock fucking her right then and there, she still couldn't resist the temptation of opening her eyes to see if those strikingly blue eyes were still watching her.

The man they belonged to was standing on the opposite side of the dancefloor, leaning lazily against the wall with a glass of hard liquor in his right hand and his other hand inside the pocket of his pants. He was watching her still, his handsome features turning into a small, appreciative smile as he watched her get fucked in front of him, nodding his head to the beat -and consequently the tempo of Ichigo's shallow thrusts- before taking a sip of his drink.

She gasped in surprise, but had no mind of tearing her eyes away. She wouldn't have been able to had she wanted to. Moments passed while she rocked to Ichigo's thrusts and the music and he was making her even more hot than she already felt. In her mind, she couldn't distinguish between Ichigo and the appealing, light blue haired stranger any longer; her sexual desire for the both of them equal in those few instants.

The attention of the both of them was driving her crazy and while she whimpered and gasped because of her boyfriend's sensual movements against and within her, her eyes were captivated by the man still staring at her sultrily. His gaze made her promises of long, sweaty and relentless sensuous play with her being the centre of all attention, while Ichigo's hands roamed on her heated skin and his mouth loved her one tender kiss at a time, and while the stranger ravaged and devoured her with hard strokes and aggressive, possessive hands all over her body.

It didn't last long; it didn't have to and in the next moment she was crying out in ecstasy, her trembling lips murmuring encouragement in Ichigo's ear while her eyes were once again on the other man, whose eyes had grown dark with desire. She arched her back when Ichigo spilled inside of her and the other man passed his tongue over his lips with a satisfied smirk. She smirked back and then focused her attention fully on her man again, meeting his lips in a deep kiss while he let go of her right thigh and she lowered it whilst quickly tucking his spent penis inside his underwear and pants through the opening of the zipper.

They needed to continue this in the comfort of their own home they decided, so once she was done, Ichigo took her by her hand and lead her towards the exit of the club.

As they were making their way through the crowd, she could feel his eyes on her again and when she took the time to pull her long and damp hair back and over her head she saw him standing by the exit door, leaning against the wall nonchalantly.

He was a lot taller and even more attractive than she'd initially thought.

She shivered a little at the way his eyes -those goddamn eyes- went over her tight, petite form in the tight-fitting dress and her sexy heels.

They shared another smile and he shook his head in regret while biting his lower lip playfully. She blushed with an apologetic smile and walked past him confidently,leaving the fantasy for what it was; just a fantasy.


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