Main POV
"Uo," I felt someone shaking me. My eyes blinked open and I looked around a little. It was still dark outside and there was barely any moonlight tonight. There was no weird feeling in the air just the overwhelming comfort vibe I always got from Ichigo, which may actually have been his spiritual pressure this whole time.
"Yeah baby?" I croaked.
"You're tossing and turning a lot, worse than last night," he told me. "Are you alright?"
"I don't think I was dreaming," I told him. "I don't even feel like I've slept."
"You wanna talk?" He asked.
"I just," I sighed. "There's so much about this situation that I don't understand. I've seen everything about Bleach. Who the hell is this guy and what does he want? I mean, I don't know what he thinks I have, and I don't know how I'm supposed to give it back either. Urahara looked like he knew something but didn't say before he left and I wanna know what it is but at the same time every time I talk to him about something like this he drops a bombshell on me and I'm not ready."
"That's a lot," he said. "Alright, first, Urahara always knows something, and we've coped with his bombshells before, we can do it again. I'll be by your side every step of the way. I don't know who this guy is, I don't care what he wants, he's not getting it. And if he ever comes near you again I'll kill him."
"Do you think he's connected to the rift somehow?" I asked. "Like, maybe he came from another world or something and thinks I'm from the same place? Or maybe he's mistaken me for someone else? He is old, old people get confused."
"It doesn't matter," he told me. "Whatever he wants he's not getting. But we'll know soon enough, Hat'n'clogs probably already knows, so we'll find out next time we go and see him together. Until then, sleep, and don't worry."
"It's hard, it's all I can think about," I sighed as I readjusted myself on his chest.
"That little head of yours," he sighed, stroking my hair. "Always working overtime."
"Ugh, I just need a good distraction. How's your math homework?" I asked. "Where is it? I'll go over it."
"I've got a better idea," he told me.
"Oh?" I raised a brow.
"Well it's still the 24th for a couple more hours," he told me. "I believe we had a few plans for tonight unfulfilled."
"Oh," I smirked. "The real reason you woke me up," I joked.
"Don't give me that," he grumbled. "Either you want to or not."
"Come here," I said, pushing myself up off the mattress and leaning down to kiss him. "Of course I want you."
He pulled me into his lap and propped himself up slightly as I connected our lips again, tugging at the soft skin of his lips with my teeth occasionally to keep things exciting. I slid my tongue over his lips and inside his mouth, running the tip over the roof. He moaned and gripped my hips harder, rolling his into them. His hands slid over my waist and one hooked it's fingers around the hem of the t-shirt of his I was wearing and tugged it up over my head in one fluid motion. It was tossed to the floor on my side of the bed, forgotten about till tomorrow. That hand then found it's way into my hair, tangling itself in the stands.
I moved away from his mouth and started kissing across his jaw, heading to space between the joint and his ear, sucking on the skin. I rested my hands on his bare chest, feeling the beats of his heart under my palms. I could feel his thumb rubbing soft circles at the base of my spine, comforting me as we shared this moment. I moved down his neck and started kissing across his chest. I nipped the skin of his collar bone and he tugged on my hair a little more.
His hips continued to move against mine and I moaned softly. I ground back onto his crotch, creating more friction to kick things up a little. The hand of his that was tugging at the strands of my hair moved down to cup and massage one of my breasts while the other stayed resting on my back, holding me secure. I brought my hands down his chest and gripped the waistband of his boxers. He rolled us over then, halting in his ministrations and wrapping his arms around me, enclosing me in his embrace.
I was laying on my back, Ichigo propped up above me, sliding off the boxers I'd been reaching out for. He leaned down to kiss down my neck softly, running his mouth across my collar and down into the valley of my beasts. His hands ran down my sides slowly, brushing past my hips and eventually meeting my thighs, pulling them up to sit beside his his hips as my feet still rested on the sheets below. He sucked a nipple between his teeth, giving it a soft nip with his lips. I moaned beneath him, heart racing in my chest.
He moved his head to the other side, equal treatment for both breasts as he walked through his gentle assault on my body. Soon he was moving down further, kissing and nipping at the underside of my breasts, moving down my ribs and littering my torso with pecs. He got down to my hips and started sucking much harder, leaving a mark that was sure to bruise. A secret mark that no one would see but we both knew about. A kiss shared in the dark. He switched to the other side to leave a matching one and I moaned again beneath him. I was almost lost in the moment.
"Uo?" I looked down at him with half lidded eyes. He had a knee hooked over his shoulder as he lay between my thighs as he gazed up at me with a soft expression. "Do you feel like getting experimental?" He asked.
"What?" I asked him, not understanding.
He kissed the shin he had resting on his shoulder and then moved up my leg, kissing the side of my knee and up my inner thigh. He leaned slightly and went to the other thigh, giving it the other treatment. Suddenly I understood. Oh. I flushed, a deep red blush coating my cheeks and across my chest, igniting my collar bones.
"Do you get it now?" He asked. "I want to, if you're ready."
I nodded, a little hurriedly. No one had ever done this before, I was a little nervous. I'd never, ever been that intimate with someone before and it was a little awkward, especially since I knew Ichigo had never done it either. But that didn't seem to matter. It was intimacy between the two of us that I was ready for and I felt no real embarrassment, no shame, I couldn't hide anything from him and I didn't want to.
"Uo," he demanded, almost scolding. "Talk to me."
"Yes," I gasped out, getting excited just at the thought. "Please Ichigo. Let's do this."
"Well alright then," he replied and I could hear the determined smile in his voice even if I could barely see it in this light.
He slipped his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs, dropping them to the floor with all the rest of our clothes. He leaned down to settle himself between my legs and before he'd even started I gasped, feeling his hot breath hitting me. His arms hooked around under my upper legs and his hands met my hips to trace soft patterns on them with his fingers, comforting me as he got ready.
I heard the sound of his tongue moving out of his mouth before I felt the sensation of him stroking my folds with it. I sucked in a deep, sharp breath as he did and dropped my head back to the pillow as he pushed past the labia with his tongue, getting to the sensitive nerves that lay beneath. At first, he lapped slowly, like a curious dog nosing at it's food, before he started experimenting with technique and rhythm. After the initial shock of someone's tongue being where it had never been before, there was more than a few minutes of awkward, not quite silence as Ichigo learned more about my nether regions than even I would ever know.
He got it though, like everything that little shit did, after a few stumbles he picked the ball up and started running with it. He slid his tongue about over the areas he would normally brush past with his thumb, spelling out letters of the alphabet with each careful stroke. I let out a shaky breath as he started to get me worked up in a way I'd never been before.
One of his hands left my hips and he pulled his arm back through the bridge under my leg. He brought it up to my body and plunged two fingers inside, walking his fingers up against my walls. I gasped out and arched my back. He got more aggressive with his ministrations on my clit until he could hear me moaning as I writhed against his face. One hand worked me deep inside while the other flattened itself out against my pelvis and pinned me down, still, against the bed.
I trembled beneath him, body tingling all over as the soles of my feet began to burn. I cried out as a knot began to form in my belly and I reached down to grab hold of his bright orange hair. My heart hammered in it's cage as it ran faster than even the rise and fall of my chest, which was beginning to work over time, moving like that belonging to an asthmatic, chain smoker with emphysema after a flight of stairs.
"Ichigo," I begged, although I don't quite know what for.
"I know," he said, pulling away for just a moment. Just long enough to respond before he brought his face back, working his tongue faster than he had been.
I was covered in a layer of sweat and my breathing got faster as the temperature of my body raised with the excitement, the closeness of my release. There was no warning from the build up that it was coming. Suddenly, the coil in me snapped and I was hit with the most intense burst of hot white heat I'd ever felt and I came hard with a scream loud enough to wake the whole neighbourhood, not just the apartment block.
Ichigo worked me through and lapped up my release enthusiastically, the only thing grounding me as I still shook beneath him. I let out another small cry, gripping his hair more tightly, harder than what was probably fair. Eventually I came down and he made his way back up to me, kissing his way to my neck which he buried himself in kissing passionately. Apparently my release had excited him, made him more feverish in his advances, like he'd gotten off on making me get off.
"Ichigo," I gasped. I reached for the drawer in the nightstand and clutched around desperately for a condom. "Please take me."
My hand closed around one and I yanked my arm back, tearing the packet open with my teeth. He pulled back from my neck and took the rubber from me, rolling it over himself and lining his hips up. He leaned down to peck me before plunging in as if he'd down it a thousand times before. I whined softly as he hit my spot and I wrapped my legs tightly around him as he rocked back and forth.
"God, Ichigo," I breathed as I gripped his shoulders tightly. "Oh god please."
He held my waist tightly as I moved my legs higher up around him, heels digging into the skin between his shoulder blades. He slammed into me over and over again, the slapping of skin starting up as I threw my torso up so I could kiss him and quieten myself down just a little. I didn't want to be hearing complaints from Keigo all tomorrow. Or the relentless teasing I was sure to get from Ikkaku.
I could feel his balls hitting me as he continued his vigorous assault, pounding me with great power and skill. He pulled away from my mouth and moved across my jaw and neck. I held my breath as I bit back a moan and he groaned out by my ear. He nipped at the skin across my neck and I held him closer to me.
"Let me hear you," he said as even my breath shook. "I wanna hear your cries." Maybe he did get off on me getting off.
"Ichigo," I replied desperately.
My forehand crinkled as I shook beneath him and came hard for a second time that night. He still wasn't done and I felt him still rock hard inside me and pillaging my lady garden. He was a warrior searching for treasure deep within me and wasn't going to stop for anything that got in his path. I threw my head back as I arched to him, gluing our chests together. All I was, was a moaning, uncontrollable mess as I trembled and shook beneath him. I could feel his hot body drop beads of sweat on me and I could smell him, strongly in the air. It was annoying me, I loved it and every time I put on one of his shirts now there would be a faint reminded of tonight. I would always remember this whenever I smelled anything that even remotely smelled like him. Him and his uniquely Ichigo smell. The scent that I used to wrap myself in, enclose myself in a comforting embrace of him.
"Oh my god," I croaked, barely a whisper as my voice shook with every tiny breath.
"Uo," he groaned. "Stay with me Uo, I'm almost done. Hold out for me, we'll do this together."
"Ichigo," I cried desperately.
"I know," his hand was in my hair, cradling my head and running his fingers through my locks. "I know."
I whined and he sped up, hiting me harder and faster than we'd ever gone before, the slapping, the feeling, the sound, it drove me wild as I tried to relax and slow myself down so we could come together. I heard him let out a strangled groan before a louder moan just after that. One more hit and I was crying out and thrashing under him. He held me with impressive strength, pushing me down against the mattress as I struggled and he tried to work us both through our releases.
He dropped down on top of me, forehead resting heavily on mine, sweat gluing us together. I shook as I tried to move my hands up to grip his arms, to hold him. I could heard him breathing heavily, just barely, over the sound of my own laboured breaths. I kissed him hard, barely conscious of the world around us. It took a while, but eventually, Ichigo gained the strength to push himself up off of me and slid out from between my legs. He sat beside me as I lay there, chest still bouncing up and down with the uneven breaths.
"I think you squirted that time," he told me. "I thought that was something that only happened in pornos."
"Ahh," I breathed out. "I wondered how you were getting so good at all this. Been researching have we?" I laughed breathily.
"No," he defended. "I've seen them, I'm a teenage boy, of course I have. But not now."
"I'm flattered," I laughed again as I rested my head back against the pillow, struggling to keep my eyes open.
"Wait here," he told me. "We need to get you cleaned up."
I'm not sure where he thought I was going to go, in this state. I halfheartedly nodded, even though I knew he'd already left. I'm sure I fell asleep, barely able to remember anything after that, but I'm sure I remember the cold feeling of the wet towel on my scalding skin. The dip beside me as the mattress shifted to take more weight. I'm sure I remember strong arms wrapping around me and blankets being softly dropped down upon me.
