So someone requested this forever ago and I started it and then lost interest. But the lovely Adobo-chan inspired me to pick it up again after reading her glorious smut!
Prompt: Smut
Rating: E
If there was one thing she never would have expected, it was Hitsugaya Toshiro sitting at her kitchen table tonight of all nights.
The very sight of it made her pause at the bottom of the stairs, causing her sister to bump into her from behind. "What are you doing here?" she blurted before she could stop herself, eyes widening in disbelief.
Aquamarine eyes met hers, slightly confused. He sat right next to Jinta, no doubt listening to her father prattle on and on about something or another. But when she processed that he was dressed sharply in a suit, she quickly came to her answer.
"No," she breathed, looking over her shoulder at her twin accusingly. The other girl looked sheepish. "Yuzu. No."
But the snowy-haired boy only confirmed her fears, frowning a little. "I'm here to take you to the dance."
She could only gape in response.
This could not be happening.
Yuzu prodded her from behind, forcing her to walk further into the room. Even Rukia, who had helped them get ready, looked a little guilty. Karin glared at them, betrayed.
She had never wanted to go to this stupid dance in the first place. She never went to school dances—they were just lame excuses for girls to get ogled and for everyone to get drunk after. Karin found it all to be degrading and unnecessary.
But then Yuzu went on and on about this being the last dance before they graduated and wanting to have this memory together and blah blah blah, and, predictably, she agreed, because she had a hard time saying no to her twin. She went dress shopping, settling on a tight-fitting ruby number that was a little too short for her taste but made her ass look good. She allowed her hair to be washed and curled and messed with until it ran in tousled waves down her back. She let her face to be made up until she was blemish free and had smoky, come-hither eyes. And she did it all for her sister, and as one last fuck you to the bitches in school that liked to snicker at her tomboyish ways behind manicured hands.
She was just going to go there, look hot enough to make everyone jealous, and end high school with a bang. She hadn't factored Hitsugaya into this equation.
Yuzu gave her a small smile, still trying to gauge her reaction. She had gone the more conservative route, choosing a strapless, cream-colored satin dress with a beaded bodice; the flowy material ended a few inches below Karin's. Her hair had also been curled, but the honeyed strands had been twisted into a pretty up-do. Overall, she looked way too good to be attached to Jinta's ugly mug all night…
Karin paused in her musing, a new thought filtering into her head. She glanced at Hitsugaya, who was looking at her strangely. This may turn out better than I thought.
"You didn't know I was coming, did you?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing.
Yuzu raised a hand timidly. "That's my fault. She didn't have a date, so I thought—well—"
Jinta sniggered. "She did you a favor, Kurosaki. It's not like you could've found anyone else to go with you. Well, not for free."
"Shut the fuck up Jinta," Karin snapped. "Nobody cares what your stupid ass thinks anyway."
Yuzu patted her boyfriend's arm consolingly. "I do."
Throughout the entire exchange, Isshin adamantly took pictures. Karin's teeth ground together as a particularly bright flash burned her retinas. "Look, can we just go?"
"We have to take a good one!" Yuzu insisted. "To put in the photo album!"
Karin sighed, wrapping an arm around her sister and smiling obligingly as Isshin pointed the camera in their faces. The flash blinded her for a second, but she quickly blinked it away.
"And one with your dates!" Rukia called unhelpfully. Karin scowled at her, but it had no effect—at this point, Rukia was completely desensitized to Kurosaki scowls, and merely grinned at her.
Meddling bitch.
Karin felt him come up behind her, and she willed her body not to react. This was easier said than done as the longtime object of her affection wrapped his hands around her waist, mirroring Jinta to Yuzu. Her heartbeat quickened, blood thundering in her ears, and she prayed none of her nervousness showed on her face, especially since it was about to be immortalized in film. She smiled.
Isshin started to sniffle. "MASAKI—"
"And that's our cue," Karin snapped, grabbing her "date" by the forearm. "Let's go!"
Hitsugaya looked startled by her urgency, but came along willingly.
"Have a good time!" Rukia called.
Karin flipped her off without turning around. Rukia laughed.
Why did her family insist on meddling in her life?
Urahara had allowed Jinta to borrow the shop van for the night. In Karin's opinion, they all looked way too classy for a vehicle that looked like it had a history of snatching children, but it was a pair of wheels, so she wasn't going to complain. Yuzu got in front with the redhead, leaving Karin to climb in the back with Hitsugaya.
She got in first, hoping she wasn't inadvertently showing him parts of her he really didn't need to see. When they were both seated, she turned to him apologetically. "You know, you really don't have to go."
He shrugged, fiddling with his seatbelt. "I'm here now."
"But Yuzu tricked you," Karin retorted. "And I'm sure you have more important things to do than to go to a high school dance."
"My schedule is clear," he responded, still trying to figure the seatbelt out. "Matsumoto is covering me. She practically pushed me out of the Senkaimon herself."
Karin felt her heart flutter. He had cleared his busy schedule for her. Seeing him still struggling, she reached over and took the seatbelt from him, immediately regretting it. The move forced her to be in extremely close proximity with him—so close that she felt his breath on her face, felt the stiffening of his body. Ignoring the goosebumps that jumped up her arms, she fastened the seatbelt securely around him and quickly moved out of his space.
Hitsugaya blinked slowly at her. "Thanks."
"No problem." She cleared her throat. "So how did Yuzu trick you anyway?"
"I got a text from you asking me to go."
Yuzu turned around in her seat, shamefaced. "I'm sorry for tricking you, Toshiro-kun. I just didn't want Karin to go by herself, and I knew you would be a good date."
"I didn't plan on going alone," the dark-haired twin huffed. "I was supposed to go with one of my so-called friends, but they all ditched me to try and get a real woman." Her teeth ground together. "I'll show them a real woman!"
Jinta sniggered, but shut up quick when Karin punched him in the back of the head.
"I'll show them," Karin growled. "I'll show all of them."
The dance was being held at the Karakura community center, the only place in town big enough to accommodate their entire graduating class. Jinta pulled up to the front of the building and let them all get out while he looked for a parking space.
Karin grinned, her resolve renewed. She turned to her date. "You weren't a part of the plan, Toshiro, but you fit in nicely."
He looked at her blankly. "What is the plan exactly?"
"To show those fuckers how hot I am, obviously," she retorted.
His brow furrowed. "And you need me because…?"
"Because I'm attractive," she said slowly. For a genius, sometimes her best friend wasn't very bright. "And you're attractive. And attractive people only get more attractive when they're with other attractive people."
"It's true," Yuzu added, nodding sagely. "And you're both looking pretty attractive."
Yes, the white-haired captain was looking mighty fine, if Karin could say so herself. His black suit was well-fitted, showing off the lean lines of his body, and Yuzu must have told him the color of her dress, because his tie was somehow the exact same shade of ruby. His snowy hair looked as soft and windswept as ever, and his cerulean eyes still had the ability to send shivers down her spine with only a glance.
Karin grinned. "You are going to be some excellent arm-candy, sir."
Hitsugaya rolled his eyes, but dutifully held his arm out for her to take. She did so, sliding a hand through the crook of his elbow. The strappy black heels she wore made her a little bit taller than him, something that she hadn't been in a few years. "What's this about candy?"
"Never you mind." Karin patted his arm placatingly. "Just stand there and look pretty."
"I don't look pretty," he grumped.
Karin just patted his arm again.
Jinta jogged across the parking lot, making his way over and slinging an arm over Yuzu's shoulders. Though he still looked like he fell out of an ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, even Karin had to admit that the idiot cleaned up nicely. She would never say that out loud, though.
"The party has just arrived!" he hollered, causing other students entering the building to look at them oddly.
If beautiful people made the people around them look more beautiful, Karin could only assume what happened with stupid people. Sighing, she tugged Hitsugaya's arm a little, hoping to put a little distance between herself and Jinta before she lost her patience. Hitsugaya didn't resist at all, obediently following her into the building.
Everything was going exactly as planned.
She felt the stares as soon as they entered the room. Guys who had never given her a second look suddenly couldn't look away. Girls who had always sniggered at her less-than-feminine style were now speechless, eyes wide and jaw dropped.
And having Toshiro as her date only sweetened the pot. Hitsugaya had a cool demeanor that attracted women to him like flies. He was a hot, mysterious guy that for some reason was escorting plain old Kurosaki and getting her cool beverages. The envy in the room was palpable—the guys wanted to be with her and the girls wanted to be her.
For once, Karin reveled in the attention. Suck it, fuckers.
Her friends found her standing by a wall alone, waiting for her date to come back with their drinks. The look of complete and utter awe on their faces made Karin burst out laughing.
"Where are your dates?" she chuckled, arms crossed over her chest. "You know, the real women? Ryohei? Kazuya? Donny?"
Heita blinked rapidly. "Kurosaki, is that really you?"
"Of course it's me, you idiot!" Karin snapped, too pleased to be offended. Kazuya actually took off his glasses, breathed on them, and wiped them on his dress shirt, as if something had to be wrong with them.
"But you look like—" Ryohei swallowed audibly. "Like—a girl!"
"I am a girl," she answered smugly.
At that moment, Toshiro came back with two plastic cups in his hand. He handed her one, nodding at her friends in acknowledgement.
"Toshiro?!" They cried in unison.
"He's my date for the night," Karin said airly. "Isn't he such a great friend?"
They only gaped at her.
"Well, we should go see what Yuzu's up to. Enjoy the dance, guys!" And with that, she grabbed Hitsugaya by the hand and led him through the crowd. And when she took a sip of her punch, it tasted like victory.
Hitsugaya was the best partner in crime she could have asked for. In the beginning, whenever guys would sidle up to her and try to get her attention, he would glare at them frostily until they realized they had other matters to attend to. As the night went on, however, the glare was suddenly accompanied by an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him and sending a very clear message—back off. Every time he did it she felt like she was on edge. Her heart would race, adrenaline would pump through her veins, and her skin felt aflame despite the coolness of his fingers. Still, she didn't tell him to stop. To be honest, she didn't want him to.
She wasn't the only one with suitors, but whenever girls tried to talk to him, Hitsugaya was polite—and completely uninterested. Instead, he spent his time staking his claim as her date and bringing her copious amounts of punch. The whole graduating class in one room meant it was uncomfortably warm, but he was always there with a cool drink whenever she felt parched. Karin found herself wondering why she never thought to invite him in the first place.
Eventually, the two of them seemed to lose their shock factor, and people stopped paying attention to them. They sat at a table, drinking more punch and making a game of guessing who would end up with who by the end of the night. Karin obviously had the advantage of knowing their subjects, but Toshiro had always been good at reading people.
"See the girl in the pink?" Karin asked. "That's Takeda. She broke up with her boyfriend a couple weeks ago, but it looks like he's eyeing her. Do you think she'll go home with him?"
Toshiro smirked at her, his face a little flushed. She wondered if hers looked similar. "If her boyfriend is the guy she's been pretending not to look at all night, then of course."
"He's kind of an asshole, though," she mused, taking another sip of punch. "He cheated on her with the girl in the red."
"You mean her friend?" Hitsugaya just shook his head. "Is this what human dances are about? Getting dressed up and standing and gossiping about everyone else?"
"Pretty much," Karin sighed. "That and trying to get laid. What a waste of time, right? That's why I never go to these sort of things. They're too superficial. And as much fun as it was showing off my fabulous legs, I'm done being superficial."
He looked at her intensely for a long moment, long enough for the hair on her arms to stand in anticipation of...something. "They are pretty nice legs."
Her heart thudded in her ears and she looked at him in disbelief—did he seriously just say that? He was still pink in the face, his gaze unfocused.
Then it hit her. And when she started giggling—something that Kurosaki Karin normally doesn't do—she was sure of it.
The corner of Hitsugaya's lips twitched upward. "What's so funny?"
"I think someone spiked the punch," she stage-whispered before giggling again.
He frowned, peering into his cup as if he could identify what was in it. "I didn't taste anything."
"That's because it was the good stuff." Now that she was paying attention, she had been feeling warm and fuzzy. And there seemed to be a soft haze everywhere she looked, as if it was misty in the room. "I think we're drunk, buddy."
He scoffed. "I am not drunk."
"You were just complimenting my legs."
"What, I can't admire your legs? They're nice legs."
"They better be. I worked hard for 'em." The song changed, and Karin abruptly stood. "Come on, let me show you what else we do at dances."
His brow furrowed, a clear question in them, but Karin merely looked at the remainder of her drink, shrugged, and chugged the rest down. She grabbed him by the hand.
He leaned into her ear, trying to be heard over the music. "What are we doing?" he asked, breath making her shiver.
"We humans do actually dance at dances, you know," she responded in his. Her lips accidentally brushed the shell of his ear, and she quickly backed away in embarrassment, leading him through the mass of writhing bodies without another word.
There were so many people dancing that they were practically on top of each other when Karin finally found a spot she liked. Vaguely, she wondered if Yuzu and Jinta were somewhere in the crowd. But then her favorite part of the song came and she forgot all about them, dancing as wildly as everyone else.
She danced freely, not caring that the booze made her a little unsteady in her heels, or what she looked like, or what anyone else thought. She just danced, grinning like a madwoman and trying not to flash anyone as her gyrating body went almost to the floor and back up again.
For his part, Toshiro looked so adorable that Karin couldn't help but laugh. He merely stood, visibly bewildered at what was going on around him.
"Dance!" she yelled over the din, knowing he wasn't really the dancing type. To be honest, neither was she, but this was one of her favorite songs and she looked amazing and she was more than a little drunk and she was having an amazing time and she was just so happy that he was here with her and dancing seemed to be the physical manifestation of all that.
The song changed, and the crowd cheered at the choice. Karin didn't think it was possible, but more people charged onto the dancefloor, causing her to trip forward into Toshiro, who instinctively caught her with secure hands around her waist. But she soon found that people had rushed into the space that she had previously stood, forcing her to be almost flush up against her date.
She could feel him breathing again, could easily see alabaster eyelashes repeatedly hide teal irises. His hair tickled her forehead, yet she still didn't back away. Instead, she found herself moving forward, brushing his lips with hers.
She knew she was high on the room's energy and drunk off punch, because she never would have done that clear-headed. But at the moment she didn't care, too delirious.
What she didn't expect was Hitsugaya's almost immediate response. She had intended a peck, but when his insistent lips pressed back, the kiss quickly turned into something more. Her hands crept behind his neck, trying to bring him even closer to her. His tongue cautiously met her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth eagerly, introducing his tongue to hers. She was so into it that when the song changed again, this time into a slower song, Karin unconsciously rolled her body into his.
She felt him stiffen. Her eyes flew open and she pulled her face back, afraid she had crossed a line. But Toshiro didn't look offended, just surprised, so she gave another experimental roll of her hips, their pelvises meeting pleasurably. She was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. So she did it again. And again, in time with the music.
The punch had to have numbed the logical part of Karin's brain, because she was making out with her best friend in a crowd full of people. No one was paying attention to them anymore anyway—the room was too dark, people were too focused on themselves, and there were so many gyrating, oversexed bodies that they were able to meld into the crowd easily. But sober Karin would have still been self-conscious. Right now, all that mattered to her was that she liked it and it felt good.
Hitsugaya still seemed hesitant, though. When he leaned in again, it was slowly. His hands began to roam, ghosting over her hips with caresses so light that she barely felt them. It wasn't until she sensed them hovering over her rear that she realized what he was doing—leaving her plenty of opportunities to stop him.
But she didn't want to stop. She was finally acting on feelings she had suppressed for years, and she wanted to see how far she could take it. Pointedly, she pushed back into his hands, looking him straight in the eye.
Do it. I want you to.
He lightly squeezed, and when she groaned into his neck, it seemed to convince him to grip her butt more firmly. His thumbs rubbed small circles into the covered flesh, sending strains of electricity to her core. She ground against him harder, biting and pulling his lip.
She no longer heard the music, but felt it, felt the beat in her heart, her blood, her breath, her loins. It was sensory overload—she couldn't stay still, couldn't pay attention to anything other to what Hitsugaya was doing to her. It was almost too much.
Yet it also wasn't enough. "More," she pleaded in his ear. "Please."
For a few seconds, he merely looked at her, his eyes half-lidded and his lips bruised. Then she felt his hands wander down.
Her heart fluttered in anticipation. His fingers teased at the bare skin of the back of her thighs, just below the hemline of her dress. When she did nothing but grip the hair at the nape of his neck, the fingers slowly inched under her dress.
She had uncharacteristically chosen to wear a thong to prevent pantylines, and could see the surprise on his face when his hands met only her bare ass. And even though she had been anticipating it, she still wasn't prepared for the sensation of him touching her there. She gasped, jolting a bit.
He was watching her face carefully for any sort of dissent, a finger grazing the edge of her underwear. Karin growled. "Stop teasing me and get on with it," she demanded before sucking an earlobe between her teeth.
He stopped for a moment, distracted with the way she was using her tongue. But then a few fingers slipped under the flimsy material, winding through her pubic hair and massaging her labia.
She shivered all the way down to her toes, nipping at his neck in appreciation. And when a single finger slowly entered her, she couldn't stop her groan.
Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would ever be here, grinding on Hitsugaya Toshiro while he slowly finger-fucked her from behind. His pace was excruciatingly slow, in time to the dragging bassline. She tried to hasten his strokes, pushing back into his hand, but he ignored her, adding another finger but pumping just as leisurely as before.
She widened her stance invitingly, sighing into his neck. It felt nothing like when she touched herself—it was so much more enjoyable, more intense. And just as he took his time, so did her orgasm. When it came upon her, it was like the tide—slowly washing over her body. It started as a tingle in her toes, electricity shooting up her legs, and left her a shuddering mess unable to stand. Hitsugaya supported her weight easily, still slowly pumping his fingers and watching her intently.
But when Karin regained her senses, long hair sticking to her neck, she knew that she wanted more. She reached down and stilled his hand, slowly pulling his fingers out of her.
He looked alarmed. "Are you okay?"
She placed a reassuring kiss on his lips. "Perfect. But let's...go somewhere else."
Hitsugaya may have wielded ice, but the look he gave her did nothing less than burned. Karin laced her fingers through his and led him through the throng of still-partying people. She walked past the refreshment table, silently thanking the punch for its liquid courage. She went out of the room, down the long hallway, and yanked Hitsugaya into the unoccupied women's bathroom.
The bathroom was made for one occupant, including only a single toilet and a counter with a sink. It was perfect—there was no threat of anyone walking in on them. Karin locked the door behind them just in case, turning to her snowy-haired companion eagerly.
He was still looking at her heatedly, but there was a bit of doubt as well. "Are you sure?"
"Would I have wasted my time getting you alone if I wasn't sure?" she scoffed, grabbing him by his tie and smashing their lips together. Their teeth clacked a little, but she paid it no mind, winding her arms around his neck.
He pulled away. "I've never done this before," he murmured.
"Neither have I." She tried to pull him back to her, but he held back.
"And I might not last long."
She figured as much. It was no wonder if he was anywhere near as turned on as she was. "Toshiro. Shut up and fuck me already."
Hitsugaya tentatively reached out, hands again cupping her behind. "Is this okay?"
Karin had to stop herself from laughing. Not only was the question absurd after what he had just done to her minutes before, but his hands kept gravitating towards her rear. He must be an ass-man. Which worked out nicely for her, because she didn't really have much up top. "How about this? You do what you want, and if I don't like it, I'll stop you."
He cocked his head. "That seems fair."
And then suddenly she was sitting on the counter. Karin blinked at the abruptness but didn't have time to dwell on it, because he was kissing her neck in a way that made her toes curl and his hands were slowly pushing the hem of her dress up. Her breath quickened, turned on by him finally taking control.
Still, Karin wasn't one to be passive. She busied herself with loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, splaying her fingers over his hard chest in delight. When she lightly scraped his skin with her nails, he froze.
And then he was ripping her underwear down her legs and unzipping his pants.
Karin only got a glimpse of his manhood before he placed himself in the part of her thighs, grabbed them securely, and slowly pushed. She grunted, unused to the sensation, but felt nothing beyond discomfort. Years of being athletic had most likely already torn that part of her, and she certainly didn't miss it now.
When his pelvis was flush against hers, Toshiro looked at her questioningly. In answer, Karin licked a path up his collarbone until she met his tongue.
He pulled out then, shallowly, before reentering with more force. Karin gasped, her bare ass knocking against the basin. She wrapped her legs more tightly around his waist, scooting forward to give him more leverage.
For a few minutes, Hitsugaya's cock took its time, just as his fingers had. But then, when he fucked her particularly hard, she cried out, voice echoing off the bathroom tiles, and she involuntarily clawed at his back. He hissed, slamming into her harder and faster. He must like that, she realized, moaning despite herself. She scratched again, and was rewarded with a moan of his own.
By this point, the discomfort had turned gratifying, the burning pleasure filling her entire body. Their lovemaking was now frenzied, and Karin began to feel that tingling in her crotch that let her know that magical things were about to happen. Too far gone to feel embarrassed, Karin wound a hand between them, rubbing her clit in vigorous circles.
Hitsugaya's eyes widened at the sight, hips snapping forward fiercely. He cursed. "You are so beautiful."
Her breath came out in short pants. "It's a nice dress, isn't it?"
"It's not the dress. It's never been the dress." His breath was hot against her neck. "God, I love you."
This orgasm hit her with the force of a truck. Her muscles clamped down so hard that her legs stiffened uncontrollably and Hitsugaya cursed again. Distantly, she heard a high-pitched noise, and then realized that she was the one making it. Her eyes lost focus, and she hung on to Hitsugaya for dear life. And when her body finally relaxed again, she felt like she was no longer in it, and instead was floating.
But then she saw that Toshiro was pounding away with more fervor than before and realized that she was going to take him with her.
She had never before needed to be on birth control pills, and hadn't thought she needed condoms either. And though she was sure his gigai couldn't give her any diseases, she knew that it could give her babies—that she was alive was proof enough.
"Stop," she said faintly, still out of it. She pushed gently on his chest. "Stop."
Hitsugaya looked completely bemused. His eyes were filled with lust, his body damp with sweat, but he stepped away from her, sliding completely out.
She knew he was on the brink of release, but he got off of her the moment she asked him to, and Karin only loved him more for that. She grabbed his cock, making it twitch and Hitsugaya groan. It was still sticky from her, and when she gave it an experimental pump, her hand slid easily across the hot, hard flesh.
"You'll have to show me." She met his half-lidded gaze. "Show me."
Slowly, his hand covered hers, tightening her grip. Together, they inched to the end, swiped a thumb across the tip, and came back to the base. It must have felt good, because he leaned forward and rested his head on her shoulder, breathing heavily into the crook of her neck.
She repeated the action by herself when his hand fell away, and then sped up her pace when she saw his hips lurch forward and heard grunts escape his lips. She decided that she liked doing this, liked being in control and reducing him into a puddle of nerve endings for once. And to be honest, it was kind of turning her on again.
However, it didn't take much longer—a minute later she felt hot liquid spray onto her fist and the top of her thighs. Hitsugaya slumped on her, and she held him upright the best she could, her heavy breathing melding with his.
For a moment it was silent as they both reflected over their mutual gratification. But then, of course, Karin had to break it.
"Hey." She poked him lightly on the side of the head. "What you said. Did you really mean it?"
Outside of the bathroom and further down the hall, Kurosaki Yuzu was on the phone with Kuchiki Rukia.
"Did it work?" Rukia demanded.
Yuzu laughed awkwardly. "A little too well."
"It's about damn time!" Yuzu could hear the smile in her voice.
She wondered if the shorter woman would still be smiling if she knew Karin and her date were most likely doing extremely naughty things at that very moment. "Please let Matsumoto-san know."
"Oh, I will," Rukia replied. "Rangiku will be over the moon that her sake went to good use."