My darlings. My loves. My suns.
I redirect you again to the warnings – this time 'explicit sex scenes'.
If you've read 'Dress' then you already knew this was coming. If you haven't… well, you're in for a change of pace today.
Enjoy xx
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It's Getting Cold Now
A month after New Year's Day, Rangiku had her first sex dream about Toshiro.
She had been his best friend for nearly ten years. She'd gone through puberty beside him, and spent almost every day with him or talking to him. She had never dreamed of him – not like that – and it felt like some kind of boundary had been crossed.
She blamed her hormones and the horny point of her menstrual cycle. She blamed her not having sex for over eight months. She blamed the cold weather that made her want to heat up, in any way possible. She blamed that damn New Year's kiss.
Despite the fact she had been kissing the guy since they were teenagers, that kiss had felt different. It had been sincere, passionate – electrifying. All the things that kisses with her best friend weren't supposed to be.
Of course, the whole reason for the kiss wasn't exactly pleasant. It had been a pity kiss, since the big New Year's Eve kiss she had planned was ruined by a drink-spiking asshole. In the end, with the encouragement of her friends, Rangiku had decided to report the incident to the police and the university. The police hadn't been able to do much; Rangiku only had proof that Rohypnol was in her system but not how it got there or who had put it there. The university however, caved under pressure from SUWA and important donors (AKA Byakuya Kuchiki, whom Rukia had dragged in to fight for them), and decided that the drug test and witness statements from people at the party were enough to expel Kusaka from the school.
It was almost fortunate so many had seen her while she was drugged and being carried out of the Pink Kimono. It was embarrassing, but at least most people seemed to believe her story.
Toshiro had been amazing through the whole thing. He checked in on her every day, coming over when she wanted him too, offering her space when he suspected she needed it. He had her back, protecting her and comforting her – just like he had when he had given her that desired New Year's Kiss, literally turning back the clock and giving her everything she wanted.
It had hit her hard that Toshiro had grown up, catching up to her before she even realised it.
Since that kiss, Rangiku's view on him changed.
He wasn't cute, he was hot.
She had hoped that these (frankly weird) thoughts would pass after a week or two, or that she would get distracted by something else, but no – her thoughts only grew. Rangiku found herself spacing out in classes, thinking about his lips on hers. She found herself imagining more when they were hanging out, usually just watching TV while he studied.
It was no wonder that eventually she dreamed about him, in the most explicit way possible.
"You're so tight," Toshiro grunted as Rangiku writhed underneath him.
They had fallen to the floor, unable to wait any longer. The cold, hard floorboards should have hurt but on some level Rangiku knew she was dreaming this.
Toshiro moved in her, his cock white hot between her legs and making her moan his name. One of his hands held her hips still while the other pinned her wrists above them. As he thrusted deeper, Rangiku's back arched off the floor.
"Fuck, Toshiro," she gasped. "More."
Toshiro lowered his lips to her ear and bit her lobe gently. He whispered to her, his voice deep and eliciting a pleasured shudder from her.
"Anything for you, Matsumoto."
It might have been a scene from a cheesy porn clip, but it did all kinds of wonderful things to Rangiku's dream body.
Another two weeks had passed and the dreams had only grown more intense. It had grown to the point Rangiku would wake up throbbing between her legs, panting for his touch that would never come.
And that was when she started masturbating to visions of him.
She imagined him eating her out, his face buried between her legs and poking his tongue inside her. She imagined sitting on him, riding him while he slapped her ass. She imagined him biting her nipple and holding her still against the door, telling her to be quiet so Orihime wouldn't hear.
She had even imagined him fucking her while Kiyone watched in the corner, jealous of Rangiku.
The guilt she felt was undeniable, almost like she was abusing her friendship with him and he didn't even know it, but it was because of his ignorance that Rangiku had any peace of mind at all. What he didn't know didn't hurt him, right?
She hoped that was that was the case anyway, as she winced returning her vibrator to her sock drawer, burying at the back, knowing she would probably be digging it out again when she went to bed that night.
Outside her window, snow fell. It was the same colour as his hair and it reminded her of him; gentle, pure – beautiful. Not someone she should be thinking about so inappropriately.
Sighing and picking up her phone, Rangiku calmly clicked out of the picture she had open of Toshiro (shirtless, from a beach trip over Spring Break last year) and jumped over to her text messages. One from him had popped up when she was in the middle of pleasuring herself and ultimately sent her over the edge.
Toshiro
Alright I've studied as much as I can for a Sunday morning and I need a break. Want to do something?
Oh Rangiku wanted to do something alright, or rather, do someone – and specifically, she wanted to do him.
Alas, that would probably ruin their friendship and Rangiku wasn't about to do that. Besides, this was just a silly little phase she was going through – the memories of the kiss, her hormones, her cycle – eventually she would get over it and move on.
She probably just had to meet the right guy!
Then she could go back to totally innocent thoughts about her best friend, and Toshiro would never need to know about her lewd fantasies.
Nodding to herself, Rangiku replied to the text he'd sent.
Rangiku
Come over in 15? I'm about to have a shower and then Orihime and I will be baking our cupcakes for the bake sale tomorrow :)
Tomorrow, SUWA were hosting a charity bake sale to raise funds for the local women's shelter. It was Nanao's idea, but Rangiku and Orihime had fully backed her. They loved baking, and they loved helping women.
Toshiro's reply was instant.
Toshiro
My stomach just turned… see you in 15.
Rangiku smirked at her phone; Toshiro had never fancied hers or Orihime's baking, but he didn't have much of an adventurous palate.
Sending back a heart emoji as confirmation, Rangiku dumped her phone back on the bed and went for her shower; cold water, to get her libido under control. It was a freezing cold February outside, but Rangiku deserved the punishment for her out of control thoughts.
She was back in her room, changing into a fresh pair of gym leggings and a crop top when she heard a knock at the door and Orihime letting Toshiro in.
He was sitting at the kitchen table when Rangiku stepped out of her bedroom, brow furrowing as he read the handwritten recipes Rangiku and Orihime had created last night.
"Banana and… tomato?" he raised an eyebrow sceptically. "What happened to the classics? Red velvet, chocolate, vanilla-"
"You're vanilla," Rangiku rolled her eyes, walking around him and plucking the recipe from her hands. "Besides, creative flavours are all the rage right now."
"Like chocolate and pesto?" Toshiro pursed his lips, picking up another recipe from the table.
"Exactly," Rangiku grinned. "Wait until you taste our lime and tequila cupcakes!"
Toshiro tilted his head at that and frowned. "That actually sounds alright."
"Just like a shot!" Rangiku agreed enthusiastically. "But in cupcake form!"
Toshiro chuckled and shook his head, but Rangiku took that to mean he thought it was the best idea ever.
She briefly wondered how he'd feel about the idea of her straddling him on that chair, but shook the thought quickly from her mind with a harsh mental reprimand.
They started baking, and Rangiku forced herself to keep her vulgar thoughts to the back of her mind.
Orihime worked as head baker, with Rangiku as her trusty assistant. Toshiro didn't get out of helping either, and they made him line the baking trays with cupcake liners and clean up after them. He didn't seem to mind, but he was always happy to clean, especially since he knew Rangiku would take two to three business days to do it herself.
"These taste so good!" Orihime exclaimed, mouth full of the banana and tomato test cupcake they had split between them.
Rangiku hummed in agreement, excited that her idea to add the tomato had been so successful, while Toshiro looked a little queasy as he noticeably forced himself to swallow his third of the treat.
They made the next batch, the chocolate and pesto, while Orihime and Rangiku sung pop songs and Toshiro eyed the scene through pursed lips. The girls set off the fire alarm twice and tripped the safety fuse once, but they got there in the end, though the cupcakes were certainly on the crisp side.
"It's not horrific," Toshiro chewed his third of the test cake, "because I like chocolate and I like pesto, but my brain doesn't know what it's eating right now and is confused by the texture."
Rangiku giggled and shrugged; she kind of liked the texture being almost biscuit-like, and the taste was good! It was like chocolate mixed with Italy, and who could complain about that?
"I like it," Orihime decided. "It's like a basil-y brownie, you know?"
Rangiku hummed in agreement while Toshiro's brow furrowed.
Due to the slight delay issues (read: almost burning down the kitchen), Orihime had to leave for her shift at the soup kitchen halfway through the final lime and tequila batch.
"Soup kitchen?" Toshiro asked when Orihime walked out the door.
"Yeah, she just started volunteering," Rangiku explained, placing the tray of raw cupcakes in the oven. "She made a new year's resolution to volunteer more in the community. Amazing, isn't she?"
"Absolutely," Toshiro agreed. "She should invite Ichigo to join her. I think he'd like to do something like that."
"I'll let her know!"
The lime and tequila cupcakes were the best of the lot, hands down. Even Toshiro agreed, though he winced a little on the first bite and muttered the word 'potent'.
They were strong, that was for sure. Rangiku would have to keep them away from Nanao who would surely freak that they were going to get their customers drunk.
They split a second one as Toshiro finished the cleaning and Rangiku licked the last of the icing out of the bowl and packed up the cupcakes in containers for the next day.
"Movie?" Rangiku suggested when they were done.
"Your pick," Toshiro agreed.
Rangiku clapped hands together and bounced over to the couch, dragging Toshiro with her. The TV had a HDMI port so she connected up her laptop and opened Netflix. After a moments' deliberation, Rangiku selected a risky movie.
'Friends With Benefits'
Fuck, she was horny.
Toshiro didn't bat an eyelid – they'd watched movies like this before – and sat beside her on the couch, pulling the blanket that hung over the back across their legs.
The movie started, but Rangiku wasn't able to pay much attention. Toshiro was beside her, and her mind started to wander again. Dirty thoughts entered her mind, her eyes falling to his crotch and wondering what was hidden beneath those jeans.
She had vivid thoughts of climbing into his lap and rolling her hips against his.
It was like a gravitational pull, but Rangiku found herself leaning into Toshiro's side. The firs sex scene came on and Rangiku flushed bright red. Never had she been embarrassed watching those kinds of scenes with friends, but today with everything going on in her mind, she felt like the movie was speaking her thoughts out loud, and that maybe Toshiro could hear them.
He couldn't and he didn't react to the scenes or notice Rangiku's face going red.
They weren't quite half way through the movie when Rangiku fell completely into Toshiro's side, and he – perhaps unconsciously – let his arm fall over her. That toned, biteable arm-
Rangiku could feel his muscles through his shirt, his warmth under the blanket. She glanced up and her eyes fell to that sharp jawline of his. Oh gods, she wanted to kiss it.
Like… what would really be the worst that could happen if they had sex? Rangiku so badly wanted to.
That familiar heat poured in between her legs as he glanced at her. Teal eyes were soft and innocent, and he sent her a small smile.
"You okay?" Toshiro asked, squeezing her gently. "Are you warm enough?"
Oh she was plenty warm, way too fucking warm.
-And she couldn't take it anymore. Fuck it.
She reached up and kissed him.
He kissed her back gently, no doubt believing this was one of their innocent, comfort kisses, but Rangiku swiped her tongue at his lips, begging to enter.
He let her in as Rangiku cupped his jaw and brought him closer to her. She was already melting against him, his lips warm and soft as ever, his taste the same sweet it always was. Except this time, Rangiku had far more intent behind her kisses; she wanted to kiss him hard, and then she wanted to do more.
When Toshiro didn't stop her – though things were not all the different to normal just yet – Rangiku twisted under his arm and crawled up his body a little, the blanket falling off them to the floor below. She leaned over him, keeping their lips connected, guiding him to rest back against the couch as she moved to straddle his lap. She felt his hands fall naturally to her hips, and when she felt his tongue enter her mouth, she hummed to encourage him.
Perhaps it was the moment, perhaps Toshiro wanted to see how far she was going to let him go, but Rangiku felt his hand slide into her hair, holding her closer, and that's when she rolled her hips against his.
He pulled back from her with a gasp.
"Matsumoto!" he hissed, eyes wide in alarm.
She felt his hands back at her hips, attempting weakly to lift her off him. It was no wonder why; Rangiku could feel him hardening below her already.
"It's okay," she tried to assure him quickly, rolling her hips against him once more and marvelling at the way his eyes widened again, his jaw going slack.
He was growing bigger inside his jeans and Rangiku could feel it, already impressed with the size she could feel.
"I-I'm-," Toshiro spluttered. "Sorry!"
They had been kissing for years, sometimes with tongue but never to the point it heated up and they got aroused. Naturally Toshiro felt the need to apologise for that, even though it was Rangiku grinding herself on him that did it.
"Don't be sorry," Rangiku murmured, lowering her lips to kiss along his jawline – it really was as sharp as it looked. "I want this."
Toshiro choked, his body frozen for a moment. "You want-"
"Sex," Rangiku elaborated, emphasising her words as she rolled her hips once more and she gave a longing groan when she felt the hard bulge in his jeans.
Even between all the layers of clothes, the friction against her clit sent a warm wave of pleasure over her.
Toshiro grasped her hips tighter then, and Rangiku whined when she was unable to move. His head fell to her shoulder and she heard him swallow hard.
"We can't cross this line, Matsumoto," he's voice was hoarse.
Rangiku sighed and leaned back, pushing him back off her shoulder. She cupped his face in both hands and looked into those familiar teal eyes that were hanging on to reality, refusing to let the lust take over.
Pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, Rangiku pulled back and gazed at him.
"We're friends and we trust each other, don't we?" she asked. "Do you trust me?"
"I do," Toshiro answered with a sigh.
"And I trust you," Rangiku followed up, sensing a 'but' on his lips. "More than anyone. It's just casual sex, it's not that far past the line we've already crossed."
Kissing; that's where the line was and they'd passed it years ago.
"We'll ruin our friendship."
"We won't," Rangiku promised. "We love and respect each other too much, and we trust each other. Kissing never made things weird, so why would this?"
Toshiro hesitated, seemingly considering for a moment. "I suppose that's true."
Rangiku pressed another peck to his lips, then to the corner of his mouth and eventually back to his jaw. His cock was hard beneath her, she could feel it even though he wasn't letting her move her hips anymore. She would convince him this was a good idea, one way or another.
She licked his law, bit his ear, tugged at his hair and said his name in breathless, needy whispers.
"I want you so bad, Toshiro" she murmured at his neck. "All I've been able to think about is you touching me, kissing me, fucking me-"
She felt him stiffen and swallow again as she kissed his Adam's apple, and Rangiku felt guilt overcome her. He wasn't comfortable with this; she could feel it in the way his body was tensing up, and the way his fingers were gripping her hips so tightly.
Nothing was worth doing that to him – or jeopardising their friendship over.
"Shit, I'm sorry," she murmured as she straightened, shaking her head and looking away, embarrassed that she'd let her horniness overtake her like this. "I'll stop."
Rangiku made to get off him, but his fingers tightened over her hips again, catching her. Glancing back in surprise, Rangiku found Toshiro with a clenched jaw, his eyes unfocused as he pulled her slowly back into his lap.
Silence passed over them for a moment as Rangiku waited patiently for Toshiro to say something.
"Don't stop," he murmured at last, swallowing again as he shook his head a little. "Don't stop."
Rangiku stared at him as those eyes finally came back to her and he gazed back. For a moment, his expression was unreadable, and then Rangiku felt his fingers slip under her shirt. He tugged briefly at the fabric and Rangiku lifted her arms, allowing him to pull the shirt up and over her head.
The shirt came off and her hair fell back down around her shoulders as she lowered her arms. Toshiro was staring at her bra; it was just a plain black t-shirt bra and Rangiku was would have been embarrassed at the lack of sexiness to it, but this was Toshiro and he didn't seem to mind.
His fingers were behind her, and she felt them for just a second before the bra popped forward and fell down her arms.
He'd seen her in the most revealing of clothes, he'd seen her in her bikini, and he'd probably seen her nipples through her pyjama shirts, but he'd never seen her completely bare before.
Rangiku sat calmly, feeling totally comfortable under his gaze as he stared, lips parted slightly, eyes wide.
"They're nice when they're not trying to kill you, huh?" she teased him quietly.
Slowly, Toshiro nodded in agreement, and then he finally leaned forward, his arm wrapping around Rangiku's waist to bring her closer, before his lips landed on her nipple.
She inhaled sharply, remembering the visions she'd had that very morning and noting how different it felt in real life. Toshiro's hands on her body made her skin tingle like it never had in her dreams, his hot mouth sucking on her erect nipple was sending a jolt up her spine that masturbating had never done.
He moved to the other nipple, and his free hand cupped the breast he'd just abandoned, squeezing gently. Rangiku swallowed, feeling herself heating up again, and when he bit her, she cried out.
"I'm so horny," she whimpered.
Toshiro released a shuddered breath as he pulled back from her breast and began kissing her neck, painfully slowly.
"What do you like?" he asked her between kisses. "Clit, right?"
Rangiku swallowed again, nodding, vaguely recalling mentioning that before.
It had been early last year; they had been drinking for hours with their new friends, still getting to know each other, and they had ended up having a very honest and drunken conversation about what they liked in the bedroom. They had been well past the point of shame, except Orihime who had slipped away from the conversation.
Toshiro hadn't admitted to anything, largely because he was sitting beside the older brother of the only girl he'd ever slept with at that point, but Rangiku had gone on a lengthy rant about how guys don't know where to find the clit on a woman, and how it was the only thing that would make her climax.
She had also vehemently agreed with Rukia's rant that some guys didn't even know they had to finger a girl to prepare her properly.
Rangiku hadn't thought Toshiro remembered that, since he'd been plenty plastered at the time and disengaged since he couldn't talk about Karin. He'd never mentioned it again to Rangiku.
But he must have remembered though, because he guided Rangiku's hips to grind against him again and she gasped, feeling the friction on her clit.
He moved her slowly, still kissing her neck, listening to her pants.
Rangiku knew she could come like this, just dry humping. Her first boyfriend had been useless at sex, so most of the time she had gotten herself off early in the foreplay stage just so she knew she'd get an orgasm. Gin had been better, but sometimes he was too proud – he wanted to make her come without touching her clit and it was painfully frustrating for the both them when he couldn't.
"If you want to come, you can," Toshiro murmured, knowing somehow. "I will make you come again the right way."
Rangiku whimpered and kept moving her hips on him. She was so desperately aroused, she needed a climax. It should have been embarrassing but Toshiro encouraged her. He let her grind on him, as he continued to kiss her neck, one hand squeezing her breast while other slipped inside her leggings and underwear and squeezed her ass.
It didn't take long, not after Rangiku undid his fly and pushed his jeans down enough that she could rub herself on his cock, now only covered by the much thinner, softer fabric of his boxers. She orgasmed quietly, with a choked gasp and stuttering movements, the hot pleasure bursting from between her legs through her body.
Toshiro held her hips, moving them gently and helping her ride through it.
"Fuck," he whispered her thoughts as Rangiku's head started to come back down from the clouds. Her face was buried in his shoulder still, almost unable to hold herself up as she sort that release.
It might have been awkward, if not for the aftershocks still charging through her body. She had just dry humped her best friend, and climaxed while hanging off him – but it felt good, and it felt safe.
She was still panting as she leaned back to look at Toshiro. His face was red, but not with embarrassment. His pupils had finally blown, giving way to the lust; he was as aroused as she was.
It was fucking sexy.
Rangiku kissed him quickly, skipping right passed their usual sweet and gentle starts and making to taste him properly. She had finished, but she wasn't finished.
She pulled back, slipping off his lap and pulling him with her. "Bedroom."
He stumbled after her, wisely collecting her bra and shirt on the way.
Rangiku made sure to lock the bedroom door behind her, just in case Orihime came home, before she lead Toshiro over to the bed.
"Listen, Ran," Toshiro sighed as she pushed him back on the bed and climbed over him again. "I want to check before we go further; are you alright?"
He never called her by her first name, shortened or otherwise, unless he was really trying to get a serious point through to her, so Rangiku paused and glanced at him. There was still a touch of uncertainty in his eyes and she had a good idea of why.
Dry humping was one thing, naked intercourse was another.
And it wasn't that long ago that Rangiku had almost suffered a sexual assault (and most certainly would have, had her friends not been there to save her drugged ass), nor was it that long ago that she had come home crying mid-way through her first date since Gin left her.
Toshiro wanted to make sure she was in the right head space to be doing this with him.
Rangiku cupped his jaw and smiled softly at him. Toshiro was too good.
"I really miss sex," she told him honestly. "I trust that we're close enough to do this and not let it get in the way of our friendship, and right now I only want to be intimate with someone I can trust that much."
Toshiro exhaled and nodded, and when she leaned down to kiss him, he accepted her.
This time the kiss did start slow, even as Toshiro lowered them to the mattress and rolled them over so he was on top of her.
"Do you have a condom?" he asked her. "I have some in my dorm."
"Top left drawer," Rangiku nodded to the dresser beside her bed. She usually had condoms around – there would never be an excuse for a guy to play the 'don't worry, I'll pull out' card on her. Her mother had taught her that.
Toshiro reached up and pulled open the drawer, feeling around for a moment before he pulled back a square packet, the ring inside obvious. He held it between his fingers as he resumed kissing her for a moment.
Rangiku hummed at the gentleness of it, still feeling sensitive after her last orgasm.
They kissed for a long time and in between, Toshiro kissed her throat, collarbone and breasts. After a while, Rangiku made him pull off his own shirt and fuck did he look good. She had seen him shirtless more times than she could count, but right now, as he hovered over her, his abs clenching, her half naked body below his, oh it was a new view and a gorgeous one at that. She held onto his muscular arms and licked her lips, excited.
Their pants and underwear came of next; Rangiku first, then Toshiro.
"You're beautiful," he murmured to her as his eyes swept over her totally naked body, hungrily taking it in.
"You're huge," Rangiku spluttered, less tactfully, as she stared at his weeping cock.
She hadn't expected that sort of size from him, and to be fair, it probably wasn't much bigger than average, but… well, Toshiro had always been so little. He was a small guy, and she'd know him since he was a really small guy. At what point had this monster grown in his pants and why had this not been something they had discussed?!
Not as long as Gin, but wider. Rangiku felt that familiar throb between her legs, anticipating the stretch.
Toshiro winced. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"
"No, you're not," Rangiku whined, reaching down and wrapping her hand around his cock. She watched as his eyes instantly closed and he gasped as she began to stroke him slowly.
He let her do it for all of ten seconds before he pulled her hand away.
"I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that."
"Really?" Rangiku tilted her head; she'd barely touched him.
Toshiro's face was almost pained as he gave a sharp nod. "No Fap February."
Rangiku laughed then, her head falling back onto the pillow as she giggled.
No Fap February, the concept of abstaining from masturbation for a whole month, was big this year, largely thanks to SUMA's campaigning. Nanao thought it was ridiculous ('How hard is it to not touch yourself for four weeks?'), but to give credit to the guys, they were raising money for HIV/AIDS and raising awareness. Rangiku hadn't been aware Toshiro was doing it, but she might have expected it when the rest of their guy friends were.
Taking a breath, Toshiro's eyes opened back up. He reached up to kiss her again and Rangiku let him, keeping her hands away from his undoubtedly throbbing cock. He must have been horny as anything too, and maybe that's what ultimately pushed him to agree to have sex with her.
Rangiku wasn't complaining though, she had practically begged him for it.
She certainly wasn't complaining when a moment later, she felt his hand on her thigh, stroking her and moving upwards to the hot centre. His fingers made it to her middle, and slipped between the folds.
Pulling back from the kiss, Rangiku gasped when he pinched her clit gently.
"Some guys know where to find it," Toshiro murmured, kissing her neck.
Only able to nod dumbly in response, Rangiku opened her legs wider, encouraging him to further explore.
Her lips parted when she felt a finger slip effortlessly inside her, while his thumb stayed on her clit, massaging it gently. A second finger joined the first and Rangiku hummed appreciatively. It seemed neither her or Rukia's complaints about guys in the bedroom would apply to Toshiro – he knew what he was doing with her, and he was doing it carefully.
By the time the third finger slipped in, Rangiku was a panting mess. She was writhing under his touch, just like in her dream, and begging him for more. He had abandoned her clit but promised to come back for it, helping her to concentrate on letting him stretch her for that wide cock of his.
She was so wet, she could feel how easy it was for Toshiro to slide his fingers in and out, stretching her walls open. He kissed her breasts as he did so, biting her nipples every now and again, just to elicit a moan from her. Her back arched off the mattress, her hands gripping his hair as she cursed his name.
"Toshiro," she panted. "F-fuck me."
Finally he hummed his agreement and he withdrew his fingers from her, leaning back while he concentrated on opening the condom and rolling it on. Rangiku watched, trying to catch up with her laboured breaths, her entrance aching for him.
She was about to have sex with her best friend, and Rangiku had never felt so aroused and certain of her actions.
She and Toshiro looked after each other. They protected each other. They had been intimate in every other way, and now there would be no barriers between them.
He was her best friend, and she didn't trust anyone else like she trusted him.
Toshiro would make her feel good.
And he did. Once the condom was on, he hovered back over her and lined up with her entrance. Rangiku opened her legs wider for him, and nodded her consent once more.
Slowly, he sunk inside her and Rangiku inhaled deeply as he did, relishing the feeling of him filling her up in a way she had been starved of for so long. The stretch was a stunning sensation that she'd never forget.
"How do you feel?" he asked her once he was all the way in.
"Good," Rangiku breathed. "You feel good."
Teal eyes stared at her for a moment, and then Toshiro began to move; short shallow thrusts that became longer and faster. Rangiku's eyes fluttered closed as she relished the feeling of his cock dragging out of her and push back in, her hips widening to give him as much as access as possible.
He made her moan – loudly and without shame – as she tugged at his hair and begged him to go harder. He complied within reason, apparently reluctant to hurt her in any way, and later she was glad for his gentle treatment.
Toshiro was quieter, grunting occasionally, panting silent moans. His face said it all though, the intense pleasure he was feeling looked identical to Rangiku's own. He was far more restrained that she was, but he murmured her name – her first name – and off his tongue it was breathless.
"Rangiku."
She loved hearing it, and she arched into him again, her nails digging into his back, begging him to finish her.
He must have been close too, because he reached between them and found her clit again, managing to rub even as he thrusted into her.
It drove Rangiku over the edge instantly, the stimulation too much, and that orgasm was far bigger than the first. It blinded her, for what felt like minutes, as searing hot pleasure overcame her entire body. She was vaguely aware of Toshiro choking before he collapsed on top of her, limp and sweaty.
Fuck.
Eventually Rangiku blinked back into awareness, her body burning hot and Toshiro's panting form lying over her.
She swallowed and patted his sweaty back.
"That was good," she managed between breaths and Toshiro nodded tiredly into her shoulder.
…
The next day, despite the bitter cold and sleet rain, Rangiku had an added bounce in her step.
She felt satisfied; the previous night with Toshiro had been amazing! Naturally it had its awkward moments, they were best friends from the time they were pre-teens after all, but once they had a rhythm and committed to it, it was everything Rangiku had hoped it would be.
Better than she hoped, in fact – two orgasms better.
It didn't help her horniness any though, she still found her mind wandering in classes when she should have been paying attention. It was almost worse now, since she could vividly recall the parts of him she had seen and the way he had made her feel.
In the end, he had ended up staying until after dinner. They had laid together naked for a while, even dozing off for a short nap while he was still inside her, but the sound of Orihime returning home had them rolling out of bed and redressing quickly.
Rangiku felt great and thankfully, Toshiro too seemed calm as they reverted easily into their regular patterns. They didn't go back to watch the parts of the movie they had missed (and that was probably a good thing, given it showed that a friends with benefits type relationship couldn't work as the people involved would develop feelings), and instead popped on one of their usual comfort shows and scrolled through their phones, and then shared another tequila cupcake with the ramen dinner. Orihime chatted their ears off anyway, not allowing them a lot of time to dwell on their activities, as she spoke about her night at the soup kitchen and her new plans to ask Ichigo to join her (at Toshiro's suggestion).
Even after Orihime went to bed, nothing seemed to have changed. The watched their show, scrolled their newsfeeds and chatted absolute shit in between.
When he left to go back to his dorm, Toshiro was happy, and promised to make it to the SUWA bake sale the next day.
"Can't I just donate?" he had sighed at the door. "Do I have to eat more of these?"
"You liked the tequila one!" Rangiku pouted at him.
"I don't want to be tipsy at training," Toshiro shot her a pointed look, "and the other two flavours nearly killed me."
Rangiku had rolled her eyes. He was so dramatic – where on Earth did he get that from?
"There'll be other treats there," Rangiku sighed. "Nanao is baking banana bread, and Rukia and Kiyone are making cinnamon scrolls. I think Hanataro said something about cookies."
Toshiro hummed. "I guess I'll make a call when I'm there, but I don't think Nanao would turn down a simple cash donation if I offered it."
Well… no, probably not. Still Rangiku shook her head disapprovingly at him and demanded he show more support for the hard work the club members had put in. He had relented and promised to buy something baked.
"Four o'clock!" Rangiku called after him as he opened the door and slipped out.
"I'll be there!" he promised, the door shutting behind him.
It was a very normal, very familiar last interaction she'd had with him last night and that quelled any last concerns Rangiku had about her friendship with him being damaged by their more intimate activities. Well… she knew she was fine, it was only Toshiro who had really hesitated on the matter, but even he seemed completely satisfied by it all come the end of the night.
Rangiku knew they would be fine – they had way too much history and trust between them to let anything tear them apart. She was also sure they'd never develop romantic feelings for one another – they were so far in each other's friend zones, not even a bit of casual sex could change that. It was just about making each other feel good, physically speaking, and it had very little to do with romantic feelings.
Rangiku felt good about it. In fact, she wondered if Toshiro would be up for it again sometime.
During the lunch break, in which she sat in the dining hall with a stressed Nanao and an oblivious Nemu (it was in fact Nemu who was stressing Nanao out since she had forgot to send out the email advertisement due to getting caught up in her app development), Rangiku pulled out her phone and texted Toshiro.
Rangiku
Nanao is stressing that not enough people will come to the bake sale. You better still come and bring some friends!
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating just a moment before she typed out her second message and sent it off.
Rangiku
Also… if you're up for it… another round? ;)
She nodded, happy with her choice to offer another session of casual, no-complications sex to her best friend, and slipped her phone into her pocket, feeling the need to stop and calm Nanao before she smacked Nemu over the head with her thick textbook.
"It's going to be fine," she told Nanao. "Rukia and Kiyone made up all the flyers and we've seen them hung up everywhere around campus. People know it's on, they'll come."
Nanao took a calming breath and nodded.
"We have that ad space in the Bulletin," she seemed to tell herself more than she was telling Rangiku. "They have a readership of five thousand, you know?"
"Yes I do know," Rangiku smirked, "because you won't shut up about it. I also noticed Shuuhei gave us a bigger ad space than normal. Interesting…"
Nanao glared daggers at her and jerked her head to Nemu but Rangiku waved her off. She wasn't worried; Nemu was in her own world most of the time, and she rarely understood sly references.
See, Shuuhei and Nanao had started seeing each other, but it was very much on the down low. Rangiku only knew because she had accidentally walked in on them kissing in the Seireitei Bulletin editor's office when she went to drop back a USB memory stick Shuuhei had lent her in the library a few nights prior.
They had sworn her to secrecy and while Rangiku would keep their secret, it didn't mean she wouldn't tease them relentlessly.
It was excruciating keeping such big news quiet – Nanao had a boyfriend, for crying out loud! Nanao, the stern, no nonsense lawyer who hated men unless they were fictional, was blushing and swooning over a guy and kissing him in his office after hours. Oh it was such a delightful scandal, and Rangiku could only gush to Nanao, who got too embarrassed to give away the juicy details. It was terribly unfair, in Rangiku's opinion.
"Hey Nanao," Rangiku leaned over the table, elbows on the table and beaming at the girl. "Shuuhei will be coming to the bake sale, won't he? I'm sure he would love to support-"
"Look at the time!" Nanao exclaimed suddenly, doing a bad job of acting horrified as she checked her watch. "I have to get to class."
Rangiku smirked after Nanao as she stood and hurried off, clearly escaping the situation. Beside her, Nemu lifted her head and frowned.
"Her class doesn't start for another twenty minutes," Nemu pointed out, voice as monotone and uncaring as normal. "Is her watch broken?"
"Must be," Rangiku played dumb, shrugging as she turned back to her food.
Eventually lunch finished (for real), and the two women went off to their separate classes. Rangiku checked her phone on the way and had no new notifications. Toshiro hadn't seen her messages, but she wasn't worried. He often studied through lunch or stayed back in class to work on projects.
It only started to concern her when her afternoon class was wrapping up and she checked her phone to see that Toshiro had seen the messages, only to not reply.
Rangiku stared down at the blue ticks next to her message, indicating their 'read' status but no reply to have followed. She checked the receipts and saw he had seen it an hour ago, and hadn't been online since.
Around the classroom, sewing machines whirred as other students worked on their projects, but Rangiku felt an uneasy feeling settle in her stomach. She stared at the messages, the red satin fabric in her lap forgotten for a moment.
It was odd, but if he had seen them during class, he might not have wanted to text back until after. That's what Rangiku had to believe – he'd text her after his class – because if it wasn't true, it meant that he was ignoring her on purpose.
It's fine, she told herself, he'll text back.
Except that he didn't text back, and Rangiku started to really worry.
Between setting up for the bake sale in the snow, she checked her phone and still no responses came. Her only calming thought was that he had promised to come to the bake sale and therefore she would see him soon. It was probably her just being paranoid anyway, just due to their activities last night, and there was likely a totally understandable explanation.
He was probably stressed – his classes did that to him, especially if they had an upcoming assessment or exam. Toshiro hadn't mentioned one coming up recently, unless Rangiku hadn't been listening when he did.
It's fine, she told herself, he promised to come to the bake sale.
Except that he didn't come to the bake sale, and Rangiku started to really panic.
They were set up undercover on the edge of the main quad, where on sunny days students would lounge about either relaxing or studying but today was empty and almost solemn. The snow had started easy off but the air was painfully cold, still many students had to pass SUWA's set up to get between classrooms and the dorms, so business kicked off with a healthy number of student customers
It hit half past four, and Nanao was happy with the sales coming in, but happier when Shuuhei turned up and purchased a whole loaf of her banana bread before awkwardly saying goodbye as if they were not bumping uglies at every opportunity. Rangiku would have taken advantage of that situation and teased them relentlessly, but she was distracted because Toshiro still hadn't replied or turned up.
It wasn't like him.
Toshiro's soccer training started at five and he liked to be there early. He would have wanted to come to the bake sale early to do his part before he had to go. More importantly, he had promised to come and Toshiro never broke his promises.
He also never left her messages on 'read'; he always replied to her. Even if it was just to say 'hey, I'm studying, give me an hour' or 'headache, can't screen, call me'.
Perhaps he had a migraine! Rangiku felt hope rise in her – which she felt guilty about too, she didn't want him to have a migraine, but if he did, he might have simply fallen asleep before he could muster up the will to reply.
Or maybe...
Maybe he didn't have a migraine. Maybe he didn't text back because he felt weird about what had happened yesterday?
Maybe Rangiku had been wrong? Maybe them having sex had impacted him more than she thought?
That caused a painful feeling in Rangiku's chest. If that was the case, she regretted it, because nothing was worth sacrificing their friendship over it.
But she didn't understand it; Toshiro had seemed fine last night.
Quickly and between cupcake sales (the tequila and lime were a hit, the others not so much), Rangiku pulled out her phone again.
Rangiku
Hey, where are you? :(
Are you okay? If things are weird now we can talk about it? I'm a bit worried haha
The 'haha' was to lighten the mood, but Rangiku didn't feel any lighter. She really needed to talk to Toshiro.
Swallowing, Rangiku put her phone away and helped Orihime with another sale.
If he didn't come to the bake sale or text back by the time they packed up, she would consider walking over to the soccer fields and meet him after training – if he was there, she'd check out his dorm if he wasn't.
There was a lot of anxiety when it passed five o'clock and Toshiro still hadn't turned up, and by now his soccer training had started.
It was surprising then that Rangiku spotted Ichigo approaching their table, walking with purpose through the melting snow and dressed in his soccer tracksuit. Why wasn't he at training?
"Hey Ichigo," Rangiku called out to him. "Have you seen Toshiro? He promised to come-"
"Dad called," Ichigo cut her off in a rush, tone worried. "Toshiro is at the clinic. He's injured."
Rangiku's heart stopped.
Toshiro was injured?
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Whoopsie daisy!
Please review if you want Toshiro to live.
Jk he'll live anyway, but please review x