Title: Pretty Little Dress
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairing: Uryu/Ichigo
Word Count: 554
Warnings: Off screen fucking
Prompt: Uniform or Formal (Did Uniform)
AN: *cackles* Enjoy! *flutters off*
Okay before I do the flutter, this week has sucked for me. Sleep wise, mental wise and all the good things.
I'm waiting for the next story to post from the beta, I'm rewriting the Harry Potter fic to come after that and I'm about done with another. All of them are under 50 chapters so they'll be filler stories until I get my longer ones done.
Next week back to our normal schedule, hopefully.
Humming as he pulled on the skirt, Ichigo hooked it closed before twisting around, looking over his body. He had moved, getting away from Karakura town with the help of Ryuuken and Uryu, Uryu following him to make sure he had backup. It wasn't that he didn't care for the people of the Seireitei, but rather it was to make sure that he couldn't be dragged back into fights.
After dealing with the so called 'Son of the Spirit King', which had been easily dealt with when the man had been taken over someone's knee and spanked until his ass was red and blistered, Ichigo had decided he wanted to get out of town. Thus why he was now living in a rather interesting three bedroom apartment with Uryu, his neighbor a crossdresser himself and living with his daughter who went to his new school herself.
He just wondered how they would take to Sado when he arrived next week.
Clicking his tongue, he twisted his hips back and forth, noting that the way the top of the dress was made, it gave some illusion to breasts. "Well, I guess it'll work," he huffed, Uryu coming in with cups of tea in his hands. The other male paused and ran his eyes over Ichigo, who was standing in front of their mirror, hair pulled back out of his face with a headband and fluffy skirt hiding most of his legs while white stockings hid the rest.
He raised an eyebrow as Ichigo looked over his shoulder, glasses perched on his nose. "Is that the female uniform?" Uryu asked, eyeing the yellow fabric and white lace.
"Yep," Ichigo drawled. Uryu sighed and put the cups aside, stalking over to his lover and pressing against him. Ichigo shivered at the thoughtful look as Uryu pulled his skirt up, moving the extra petticoats that they wanted the girls to wear before finding where the thigh high stockings were held up by the garter belts, stroking over a partially covered bruise.
"I bruised you last night," Uryu hummed, Ichigo blushing slightly as he leant back into his lover, the other man wrapping his arm around his waist, pulling him close.
"I didn't mind then and I don't mind now, you know that," Ichigo chuckled. Uryu made a considering sound as his fingers trailed higher, the skirt falling down enough to hide what he was doing under it. Ichigo twitched and gasped when the moving fingers brushed over his panty covered length, drawing a purr from his lover.
"You do realize that I now won't be able to see you in this uniform without wanting to find somewhere quiet to have you again, right?" Uryu asked, Ichigo biting at his bottom lip as he shivered in pleasure at the teasing touch.
"And what are you going to do about it?" he breathed out. The chuckle full of promise was enough to warn Ichigo about what was about to happen before he was pushed over their rather large and dresser that was chosen for just such a reason, skirt pushed up and panties shoved out of the way.
Later that night, while he soaked in a bathtub, Uryu smirked and gently cleaned the petticoats and panties, wondering where the best spots to fuck his lover at Ouran High School was.
