Author's Note:
Could not get this story idea out of my mind. Please Enjoy
Weakness
~8 Months Ago~
She rolled her hips feeling him twitch inside of her. She clutched the armchair handles causing it to tear as her nails dug into them. She felt like she was about to explode from his wide grith. He had his hand on her left breast twisting on her erect nipple and his right hand was making slow circular movements on her engorged clit. He planted wet kisses on her neck moving in rhythm with her hips.
Her juices coating his member as it slid in and out of her. She threw her head back on his shoulder feeling herself about to cum. The stimulation he was giving to all her sensitive areas made her toes curl.
He groaned at how she was squeezing all around him.
He paused his kisses to whisper in her ear "You belong to me."
Those soft words made her fall apart. She moaned in ecstasy unraveling herself.
She never felt more invigorated then in that moment.
The feeling of making him completely hers was dreadfully sweet.
~x~
~Present Day~
She's in labor
Get here quick
Ichigo Kurosaki stared at the text message from his cousin Uryuu Ishida.
Running his hands through his hair, he couldn't help the sigh that left his mouth.
"Is something wrong Mr. Kurosaki?" One of his clients spoke out. Ichigo nodded and went back to staring at his phone. Different thoughts kept running through his mind.
Was he ready to be a father?
Is the timing right?
Will they be able to handle it since they'll be vulnerable now?
Ichigo closed his eyes letting another sigh escape once again. One of his other clients cleared their throat. His ears perked up. Ichigo opened his eyes clearly annoyed before speaking.
"Let's cut this meeting short. I have an emergency that I need to take care of." He quickly got up, grabbing his coat from his assistant.
~o~
Orihime was a beauty with long wavy auburn brown hair, innocent hazel brown eyes and the most beautiful smile. Everything about her was purity, but he took all of that away. In one night. Blame it on the alcohol or his raging greed but seeing her that night with a flushed face had set him off. She had became the center of his world.
Ichigo had changed her. For better or worse, he did not know. All he knew for sure was that he wrapped her up in his world of business, sex and death. Orihime Inoue was an innocent beauty that he had sullied all for the sake of his own selfishness.
~x~
~1 Year Ago~
Orihime had become the new teacher's assistant for the home economics class for the first years. Her best friend Tatsuki Arisawa was the PE teacher at Karakura High, she had told her about the job opening since Orihime had her own little bakery in town. The students loved her sweets and would brag about it in school. Therefore, with its popularity it was decided that she help teach the students the basics of her bake goods. The teacher of the home economics welcomed the assistance.
Orihime had grew to love the class and students. They were happy with the treats they got to eat at the end of each class. The female students would complain about gaining weight from the sweets, but they would still enjoy it. The male students did not complain, they were more than happy to just eat during class.
She had been teaching for the school for only a few days when she had seen him. His orange hair was the first thing Orihime had first laid eyes on when rounding the corner of the hallway. He was talking to the principal and assistant principal as they walked down the hall towards her. She had felt a strange aura radiating from him when his eyes connected with her own. An alluring sex appeal that only he can possess. Before dwelling on it longer, Orihime broke the alluring eye contact by bowing in respect towards the principal and assistant principal. After they had passed, a blushing Orihime quickly regained her composure and made her way to the teacher's office to calm her nerves. Later into the day, she noticed how all the female students and staff buzzing around in excitement. They had googly eyes when the tall orange haired man walked past them.
It was later in the day, Tatsuki had told Orihime she was childhood friends with the mysterious man walking through the halls.
"His name is Ichigo Kurosaki. Apparently, his presence at the school was to donate funds. He had attended the high school a few years ago so his donation was of appreciation. He began running a business after he had graduated college. Not much is known about his business, just it's registered as a security firm for domestic and international clients." She explained.
Through the week she noticed the girls and women were falling left and right to get his attention, whether it was questions about his clothes, his natural hair. Does the curtains match the drapes or something pointless and inappropriate. But Orihime even though intrigued by his mysterious personality knew her place. She did not approach him of her own volition.
Nevertheless, he had approach her. When she was helping Tatsuki clean up her dojo after the school day had ended, he entered. Orihime was too far to hear their words of exchange, but she could see how friendly he was with his childhood friend. Nothing on the flirty side, more like respect was there between two friends. Tatsuki introduced the two before he had to take his leave. Not many words were exchange between the unique haired duo, but the mutual understanding was there.
Orihime felt an electric current run through her as she shook his hand. She gave a small gasp at the feeling. He squeezed her hand in response before letting go. He had bid farewell to Tatsuki, leaving Orihime in a trance after his departure.
Tatsuki just smirked at the blushing teacher.
As charming and appealing as he was, Orihime knew Ichigo was out of her league. Also, his status was a contributing factor for her off limits approach. As the least qualifying person to stand by him she knew where she stood. Yet, it couldn't stop her from developing a crush on him. Can it?
~x~
Since their first meeting they would see each other around the school.
He would stop by to talk more business with the principal and chat casually with Tatsuki. Orihime by the way would see him and turn the other way to avoid contact. She always felt nervous. She did not understand why since she barely spoke two words to the man.
Ichigo on the other hand would see glimpses of her turning the other way when he would walk through hallways. He would just see the ends of her hair whipping around the corner. He couldn't fathom why she would run away. He didn't see himself approaching her in a way that was scary. Their first meeting was cordial if anything.
Tatsuki would just laugh when he told her about the situation.
"Trust me, she's not scared of you. Don't worry. How about you stop by her home economics class. The Home ECs teacher is out today, I guarantee she won't be able to run. Just simply sit in, observe her class, or participate. Orihime would have no other choice but to interact with you, especially in front of her students." She smiled smugly.
Ichigo scowled at Tatsuki but took her advice and arrived at Orihime's final class that same day.
She was already in the middle of helping some students with mixing different ingredients when he walked in. She had stopped talking to the student to watch his movements. Other students took notice of their teacher's sudden stillness.
"Ms. Inoue are you alright?" The male student she was helping had asked. Some female students in the back noticed Ichigo as soon as he slid open the classroom door.
Orihime placed the mixing bowl down, before clearing her throat.
"I'm okay, just keep mixing," she responded to her student. She wiped her flour cover hands on her apron when she approached the newcomer in her class. "How… how can I help you?" Orihime stammered.
Ichigo eyed Orihime's anxious posture before replying.
"I'm just here to spectate."
"Oh… I see. Well in today's class we're learning how to make crepes." Orihime smiled nervously. "Would you like to join us in making some?" He smiled back and nodded.
Orihime moved to the front of the class and continued her class.
"Okay class, since we have someone new joining us, I'll just start from the beginning to get him up to speed. First let me introduce him. This is Mr. Ichigo Kurosaki. He attended this school umm…" Orihime trailed off looking at the orange haired man, hoping he will continue.
He gave a small smile at her before turning to speak to the class.
"I graduated 7 years ago. For the past two weeks I've been here as an observer for how the funds I donate here are being used. Today I'm here to oversee the home economics class." He turned back towards Orihime smirking. "Hopefully I can learn a few things along the way."
She smiled awkwardly hiding her blush before addressing the class. "Okay let's start from the beginning. Mr. Kurosaki, you can wash your hands over there by the sink, then put on that apron that's hanging close to it and help me demonstrate."
After some time, the class was back on track with making crepes. Some girls asked Ichigo for help, and he offered what little help he can with what he knows.
"After mixing the egg and milk into the flour, we then pour it into the warm pan. Make sure it's not too thick. Remember crepes are thin." Orihime walked around as students poured their mixture into their pans. The students Ichigo were helping snickered at his clumsiness.
Orihime smiled. She walked over to him. Taking his hand, she helped guiding him with pouring the right amount of batter into the hot pan.
Ichigo felt his body grow hot as she stood behind him looking around his arm as he poured. As she was helping him pour, Ichigo felt her chest pressing against his back. He admired her body from when he first met her even if she wore modest clothing. But Ichigo did not know he would feel it against his own body. All thoughts were no longer on the sweet treat, but on Orihime and how good she felt against him. The students surrounding them started giggling.
"Yo! Mr. Kurosaki, you can't pour your own crepe batter?" one male shouted across the classroom. The class started laughing at how quickly Orihime snatched her hand away from his own.
Her cheeks were red as she made her way back to the front to her own ingredients.
He missed her closeness to him, but she didn't go back near him and that annoyed him a little.
Orihime didn't notice how she just wrapped her hand around his own. She just wanted to help him like she would do with any other student. Her face felt hot thinking about it. Instead, she chose to ignore him for the duration of the class to avoid her face from getting red once again.
Later when the lesson was over, the students ate their creations. Orihime smiled at their delight as they bit into their delicacies. Her eyes glanced over to Ichigo as he bit into his own crepe. She took the incentive and approached him after she said she wouldn't.
He was chewing his crepe with a tilted smile acknowledging his handy work.
"What flavor did you go with for the inside," Orihime asked while he was in mid chew.
Ichigo startled by her approach, gulped what he had in his mouth. Getting his bearing, he licked his lips and said, "Banana and chocolate."
"That sounds sweet." Orihime smiled. He motioned towards his plate where he had another one.
"Try it."
Orihime bit her lip hesitating. She looked around her too nervous to start another commotion. However, the other students were too busy either eating, cleaning or talking amongst themselves. Looking back at him, Ichigo was looking at her lips then back into her eyes.
"Don't do that," he commanded. Orihime mouth parted to question what he meant. "Don't bite your lip like that." He nodded towards the warm crepe, shifting her attention there.
Orihime hesitantly took up the crepe and slowly bit into it. The sweet flavor of the banana and the bitterness of the chocolate. She sighed in enjoyment. "Mmm," she hummed in satisfactory. "With the right portion of ingredients," she mumbled "You did good." She looked back at Ichigo smiling. Locking eyes with him made her stop chewing.
The way his eyes didn't leave her face, made Orihime feel self-conscious as if she had something on her face. She began to wipe at any crumbles that may be there. Instead, he had walked up to her closing the distance. His eyes wondered down to her mouth.
"You have chocolate…" Ichigo murmured.
Taking his thumb, he wiped the corner of her mouth. Orihime's breath hitched from his touch.
Ichigo didn't mind sharing his crepe, because she was the expert. But the sound that came from her lips had turned him on. He wanted to hear that sound again, but he wanted to be the one to personally give her the satisfaction. Even in the middle of the class of high school students, no one else mattered in that moment but her and the sound he sought to hear.
They stayed still, his hand lingering on her lip and her eyes searching his eyes for more than she should hope for.
An aluminum pan falling to the ground resounding around the classroom had pulled them from their thoughts. Orihime placed the unfinished crepe on its plate and made her way towards the student struggling with picking up the fallen pan. Ichigo eyes narrowed as they followed her.
After helping the student, their eyes found each other.
At that moment he knew he wanted her.
~o~
Ichigo would touch Orihime every chance he got. Nothing on the creepy side just having her in his vicinity was enough. If he could not touch her, they would share and steal glances, his more on the heated side. He certainly did not want to come off as a creep but the way she would look as she walked down the halls, to the way she would teach her students, she was effortlessly beautiful. Orihime was someone to be admired. The students would show excitement when it was her time to teach. The male students would brag about sneaking pictures of her on their phones and send it to each other for entertainment. Those male students triggered his jealous side. There's little he could do as an adult to a bunch of hormonal teenagers. Yet, as an adult he can get their phones confiscated and fully wiped by the end of the school day.
He prolonged his stay at Karakura for an extra few days to the point his clients were complaining. When it was his last day there, he had offered to take Tatsuki and Orihime out to lunch. Tatsuki understanding his motive, tagged along only so the unique haired duo can get the ball rolling towards something more than simple flirting.
Their conversations were lighthearted. It was mostly Orihime talking and Tatsuki chiming in for comments. Ichigo just listened taking in her sweet voice and affectious laugh. She was really animated as she spoke. She was truly a pure hearted kind person, and his mind desired to sully that good nature.
After their lunch was done, Ichigo pulled Tatsuki aside and invited her to his birthday party. As much as he wanted her to bring Orihime, the company he keeps would not bode well with her personality. He wanted her to himself. He asked Tatsuki to reframe from inviting the auburn-haired beauty.
Tatsuki only smirked at his request.
~x~
A few weeks later during the hot summer night, Orihime had gone to visit Tatsuki for a girl's night in. Something they did twice a month since they started working together. It was more a less to take the load off from the rowdiness of high school students. Orihime being the kind and sweet TA was nothing short of an advantage to the male students. They would always find a way to talk to her and ask for help for the simplest of things which can be exhausting towards the end of the week. She may be naïve but not stupid.
Arriving, Orihime had brought her famous dip and chips combination that the women can share while watching some comedy movies. Tatsuki had open the door looking rather too dressed up for a night in.
"Oh," Orihime spoke slowly as she looked around trying to assess the situation. Tatsuki looked her up and down. She then pulled Orihime inside of her house.
Confused Orihime, placed her bags of snacks on a nearby table to face Tatsuki about her weird appearance.
"Tatsuki, what's going on. Why are you dressed like that?" All her life her best friend is a known tomboy, so seeing her in a black low-cut shirt with matching black shorts looking girlish was confusing. "Are you going out?" Orihime whispered. She knew her friend had an acquaintance that she would see couple times out of the year. She wondered if that man had arrived back in town.
Not responding to her questions, Tatsuki took Orihime to her room so she can change her outfit.
Tatsuki took it upon herself to give Orihime a large white button-down off the shoulder shirt along with a black mini leather skirt she had prepared in her closet just for her friend.
"There's a birthday party you have to at dress up for and you're my plus one."
"Whose birthday is it?" Orihime asked confused. "Is it your friend's?"
"It's a surprise. Trust me you will love me more when you find out." Tatsuki grinned handing her a pair of open toe black booties. It was the only pair of shoes she had that would have bode well with the outfit. "Now hurry up and get dressed. I have to do some magic with your hair and face."
Fully dressed, Tatsuki sat Orihime down so she can apply the only make up she own, mascara and a bold colored lip gloss. She smeared some on Orihime's bottom lip. "OK smack your lips together." Tatsuki went behind the auburn hair woman gathering it to sit high on top of her head in a bun. Adding on her signature pins gifted from her brother to keep the bun still, Tatsuki turned her around so Orihime can look at herself in the mirror.
Orihime gasped, she looked different; subtle but different.
"I'm not a make-up artist, nor am I girly girl, but I learned a few things from my students." Tatsuki smiled at her friend while finger combing her bangs down the side of her face.
Staring at her reflection, the feeling of insecurity ran through Orihime's veins. Tatsuki seen the light of curiosity on her of friend's eye changed into something dark, something like hopelessness and doubt towards shame.
"What's wrong?" Tatsuki asked out of concern. Orihime tighten her hand into a fist. The self-hatred had begun to take over her mind.
Her eyes began to burn with unshed tears. "I look... I look like my mother..." she had whispered. Tatsuki felt her heart sink. Orihime's early childhood was messy, but her older brother Sora before he passed, did save her from the hell that may have killed her. Not much is known about her parents beside that they were abusive to Orihime when she was only an infant. When Tatsuki was asking about her parents once, she shown her a picture that her brother had left behind for her. Orihime did share a bit of resemblance to her mother, but she was gentler in the eyes than her mother.
"You are not your mother." Tatsuki grabbed Orihime by the chin and made her look at herself in the mirror. Sweeping her bangs aside behind her ear, Tatsuki placed her hands on Orihime's shoulders.
"You look like yourself Orihime Inoue," she smiled at the auburn hair beauty. "In my eyes you're a beautiful bombshell that happen to have huge boobs. If I was a guy I would devour you," she smiled. "Then claim you as my own."
Orihime smiled blinking away the unshed tears. "Thanks, Tatsuki."
"Good. Now let's get to this party and get drunk!"
"Whose party is it!"
~o~
Getting out of the taxi, Orihime's eyes grew bigger eyeing the lavish skyscraper building, The door man held the door for the two of the ladies as they made their way into the building. Orihime admired the pearl white marble floors that she could see her reflection in.
"Pay attention Orihime," Tatsuki said startling the auburn-haired woman. She turned to see a man was guiding Tatsuki towards the elevator. Orihime hurried to enter the elevator so she would not be left behind.
Arriving to the top floor where the party was being held, the two women approached the security guarding the door. One was a tall lean sized man with hair combed back with small strands in his face and an equal tall dark-skinned woman with straight hair down to her chin. Orihime thought she was too pretty to be security.
Tatsuki walked up to the two guards giving her name. The lady security looked at an electronic device, before nodding letting them in.
"Birthday boy is by the pool, and the restroom for guests are to the right of the bar the first door on the left." The tall man spoke while pointing inside.
The woman security eyed her as she entered behind Tatsuki. Her attention was then averted to the next party guest who was behind Orihime. The loud music trekked through the penthouse. The lights were off, but the strobe lights made it possible to see where each step can be taken. Tatsuki and Orihime stopped at the bar before heading to the birthday boy.
"You already know that you are my guide to get back home. Sadly, I can't call you my designated driver since you don't have a car, but Orihime you are designated to get me home at the end of the night." Tatsuki smiled while ordering her alcoholic drink. "And an orange juice for my plus one," she said to the fancy mustache man behind the bar. Orihime was not much of a drinker, plus she never took it upon herself to try it since her family history does not bode well with alcohol.
"You can count on me," Orihime said proudly. "But first, tell me who's home does this belong to? And whose birthday is it? Your continuous act at avoiding the question is making me nervous Tatsuki." Orihime said while looking around to see if she can find any clues to her questions.
Tatsuki took the drinks from the bartender. She signaled Orihime to grab her own.
"Don't worry," Tatsuki took a sip of her drink. "You'll see."
Orihime and Tatsuki made their way to the poolside. The décor was rich in Orihime's eyes. The view outside could see the city lights and the rural lights of Karakura Town. The sitting area around the pool was light up by candles and a fireplace. Along with the changing lights from the pool. Some of the guests were in the pool swimming and floating in water donuts. Other guests were sitting on the couches and armchairs conversing while drinking.
"Hey birthday boy!"
There he sat under a well light cabana with an all-white outfit with a glass cup with a ball shaped ice and brown liquor in one hand. She was shocked that the birthday party they were attending was for Ichigo.
"Tatsuki!" Orihime harshly whispered. Her eyes darted from Tatsuki and back.
Orihime's eyes would not look at anyone else but him as they got closer. He saw the two women approaching, giving him the que to stand and greet them.
Tatsuki smiled lifting her glass to clink with his own.
"Tatsuki, I'm glad you can make it. I see you took up my offer for a plus on… "his words had trailed off to look at Orihime. In that moment it felt like it was just the two of them on the rooftop with the music vibrating under their feet. Both never taking their eyes off each other.
Orihime felt proud that she pulled off the outfit Tatsuki had given her. She had his full attention. She embraced his wondering eyes as it looked her over. Her eyes did a once over on him as well. Even though he had on all-white outfit, he made the white linen clothing looked beyond this world against his peach skin. In her eyes, he was even more attractive then when she had seen him last.
~x~
Tatsuki had brought this innocent woman to a party, especially with an open bar. Something Ichigo had told his childhood friend not to do. What was going through Tatsuki's head to bring her to his territory, where he had home court advantage, was beyond him.
However, he did not mind his friend challenging his warning. The way Tatsuki had changed up her appearance into something he found breathtaking. Either it was the light make-up that had enhanced her looks or the white shirt which displayed her pale skin of cleavage and shoulder tucked into a black mini skirt showing off the attractive body that was hidden for so long under long skirts and loose tops. All his thoughts went south.
~x~
Tatsuki had disappeared two hours into the party leaving Orihime unattended by the pool. Her friend had arrived, and he had garnered her attention. One of his men Ginjo, by some means had brought his little sister Riruka to the party. She was an assertive girl. Riruka had cozied up to an unattended Orihime, opening her up to the unknown environment. Knowing how friendly and persuasive she can be, Riruka had slipped Orihime some alcohol and they began drinking together. At first Orihime hesitated at the drink, but with more convincing on Riruka's part she obliged. With alcohol in both of their systems, they chatted and giggled by the pool.
With Tatsuki away from Orihime distracted by her own devices, and her dressed in a way he was not used to seeing, and an open bar with drinks flowing, Ichigo did the unthinkable and approached her after Riruka had wondered off tipsy. Knowing what had happen in the classroom a few weeks ago, he was sure what he was doing was the right move.
"What did Riruka give you to drink?" Ichigo asked as he sat next to her. Orihime was watching some guests play a game in the pool when Ichigo let his presence be known.
"Oh!" Orihime was startled as she was chewing on maraschino cherry stem. Her face was flushed from the liquor. She giggled before responding. "She called it Dirty Shirley." Her finger circled the rim of her glass. "It's sweet."
Ichigo watched as she concentrated on the glass. "How many have you had?" he asked out of concern.
"Three," she whispered showing him the amount on her fingers. "I probably should have had one." She shifted her gaze to him. Placing her elbow on her knee and hand on her cheek to hold her head up, she looked him over. "You know, I didn't know it was your birthday. I would have gotten you a present." She sighed. "I feel weird coming her empty handed." Orihime leaned in closer. "Happy Birthday Ichigo Kurosaki," she whispered smiling.
He returned her smile. "Thanks."
After their shared moment they continued to drink and talk. From the pool getting their feet wet to the bar. They later moved back out to the cabana where the music would not reach too far to disturb their conversation.
The party started to dwindle down leaving them alone in his penthouse. Sitting in the low light living room, their talk involved small lingering touches.
With each touch and alcoholic courage they had consumed, they both felt horny. He leaned in and kissed her first. Her eyes widen in surprise making her already flushed cheeks redder, but she did not pull away. She response by closing her eyes and kissed him back.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, while she tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his neck. The kisses were small tender pecks that soon led to passionate kisses of dominance. She straddled him. The taste of her lips was unique. The sweetness of maraschino cherry and the spiciness of the vodka. She ran her fingers through his hair as she rolled her hips against his growing erection. He released her lips as a string of saliva kept their connection before breaking. Ichigo stared at her. Her heavy hazel eyes, flushed cheeks, and ragged breathe passing swollen pink lips. Ichigo's eyes drifted back up to her eyes. He knew he had to have her in that moment.
Ichigo lifted Orihime by the thighs so she can wrap her legs around his waist. She kept her arms wrapped around his neck. His eyes trailed down to her body. Her nipples poking through the fabric. His eyes went further down to the black skirt hiked up around her thighs black panties peeking through. He leaned forward to capture her lips. He carried her to his bedroom.
Orihime didn't know what she was doing at first. Her kisses felt clumsy. Her thoughts were hazy from the alcohol, her feelings delirious and full of anxiety. Despite her shame, she wanted him and didn't want it to stop. Their sexual attraction made her confident. Ichigo was doing everything right. He gently laid her down on his king-sized bed without breaking their kiss. She felt drunk. His sweet kiss was like a whiff of whiskey. The clumsy kisses turned out beautiful. With each kiss, it felt like he was teaching her how her lips should move. When he nipped at her bottom lip, she knew to let him in. His tongue would slide onto her own, like he as asking it for a slow dance. His taste was exhilarating as he sucked on her tongue. Their saliva mixing, Orihime knew she didn't want to wake up from this dream.
His hands were warm against her body. She shivered when his hand moved to her breast massaging and twisting her perked nipples through her clothes. The same hands that had wiped chocolate from the corner of her lips few weeks ago was now exploring her body. Those hands she had thought about since then were now on her. She grinds against his clothed pelvis to soothe her aching need, but the feeling was not enough. It was not enough. She needed to feel more of him on her. She needed him in her.
She moaned his name. He paused kissing her at the moan that escaped her lips. He looked into her eyes when their lips parted.
"More," her hazy eyes pleaded. The need radiating off her was enough for him. With her invitation, he took control.
He helped with discarding her clothing. He made quick work when he took off his own. Orihime's eyes roamed over his lean- built body. His body was perfect in clothing. However, without clothes he was a god. She could not believe how surreal his solid abs were. Orihime was wet from the over simulation of wanting to run her hands and tongue down his body. With her legs parted, he laid in-between them pressing her body into the bed covered in silk black duvet. His lower abdomen feeling the warmth coming from her. He trailed his fingers down to her folds.
With his index and middle fingers, he outlined her soaked folds. Her hooded clit peaked through as he massaged around her folds. She moaned in pleasure. Ichigo slowly pushed into her core with one finger getting her used to the new intrusion. He added another finger and then another. Each added finger came, pain mixed in with the hazy feeling of pleasure.
"Stop teasing me," Orihime pleaded.
Removing his hand, he reached for a condom on the side of the bed. He opened the package with his teeth and expertly slide it onto his harden member. She was too nervous to peek at his length. Orihime however did watched everything else he did. She didn't know something so simple could be so sexy. His glazed fingers covered in her essence was replaced by his harden appendage.
Ichigo looked back at her. He was different at that very moment. Orihime's eyes gazed deeply into his brown eyes. She bit her lip and nodded in approval.
His bulbous head pushed past her wet folds. He entered her slowly, not to hurt her as much since it was her first time. He groaned as her cunt extended to adjust to his size. He paused feeling the thin skin break.
The feeling was painful to her but a feel-good pain because of her wetness. He watched her facial expressions. Her eyes closed shut. She grinded her hips so he could continue. He slowly moved so she could get used to him. With each slow thrust, the pain ebbed away replacing it with desire. It felt so good that she needed him to go deeper and harder. She wrapped her arms around his neck wanting him not to treat her delicate.
Ichigo kissed her panting lips one more time he smiled at the need he saw in her beautiful hazel eyes before increasing his strokes and rocking her into his silk sheets.
Her pussy was more than willing to take him all in every time he pulled back, it sucked and formed against him. With each snap of his hips, she received him willingly. With each pull, Orihime tensed and gasped; each thrust she cried out in resounding pleasure. His body hummed; she was beautiful under him. Drops of sweat fell in between their hot bodies. The bed was a mess, and he was getting eager.
"Damn you're so wet." Ichigo groaned. He could feel her juices literally drip down his thighs and onto the bed. She turned her head away from embarrassment. He grabbed her chin so she would look back at him. "I want to look at you as we fuck." She moaned at his dominance and aggressive speech. "I've wanted you since I met you," he said in a strain voice. He lifted her leg, placing his hand on the back of her knee to open her up wider. He thrusted into her deeper watching himself disappear inside her.
"You're so beautiful." She whimpered in response to his compliment.
Orihime's eyes blurred with tears, but her focus was on his face. The concentration and pleasure he emanated was a sight to see. He handled her with gentle care. She savored the moment, looking at his face, the feel of his kisses making her go senseless and down to where they connected intimately. She mewled as she felt him go deeper.
Ichigo movements were not simply measured after she wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt his hips moving into her harder, wilder, and deeper. His breathing was erratic.
"Hold on a bit longer. I'm almost there," he groaned. The only thing she could do to hold out was focus on the sounds of their moans mixing.
He soon came with his hands gripping his bedsheets beside her head. She felt her own orgasm ripple through her. She closed her eyes and moaned in sweet ecstasy.
Orihime soon black out from the pleasure.
~x~
After it was said and done, Ichigo to a certain degree regretted it internally. Why because he felt like a pervert. How can a grown man at his age take advantage of a vulnerable woman? He didn't give a rat's ass that she went along with it. It's the principle. It was the feeling of taboo to take something meant to be special so animalistic.
He ran his hand through his tussled orange hair. Orihime laid in the bed sound asleep facing away from him. His bed sheet covered just above her waist, covering her peach shaped backside. Her breast was exposed but not in his line of sight. Thinking about how soft those mounds had been made him hard. He wanted her again. Growling to himself he knew he fucked up big time.
Ichigo dropped her off back at her place the morning after. The car ride was silent between the two. Just like when she had woken up inside his bedroom alone. Nothing was discussed on what had happen or what will happen in the future. He felt like a coward for not apologizing for taking advantage of her while drunk. However, he felt like an apology would be admitting his regret, and he does not live-in regrets. It was a strange feeling. Dare he say he felt embarrassed. Instead, his parting words were simple.
"Be careful." She paused reading his facial features.
She then smiled before closing his car door. He watched her go inside her home before driving off. He was sad to see her go. It was for the best to let her go. There was nothing he could give her relationship wise. Her life was just too pure, and he did not want to taint that more than he already has.
Sadly, he knew he was wrong in that assumption. This all started because he wanted to taint her.
He couldn't bare the goodbye. Even though he was afraid of the emotions fighting to take control.
~o~
Ichigo pulled the trigger. Nnoitra squeezed his eyes tight while screaming with his mouth stifled by the muzzle.
Ichigo frowned. Annoyed he looked over at Ginjo. "Really? Why would you give me a gun with no bullets?" He pulled the Glock 17 out of Nnoitra's mouth. He stood up from the bruised and battered body of the thin man.
The bruised man exhaled in relief that he was still being alive. He shook the blood-soaked hair away from his face to follow Ichigo's form as he released the empty magazine. He watched it hit the pavement. Ichigo held out his hand as Ginjo walked over and handed him a loaded magazine. Nnoitra eyes widen, knowing he was not out of the woods yet.
"Listen Ichigo, I didn't mean to do it. I was just… just desperate for some quick cash." Nnoitra tried to explain through his panic as saliva ran down his chin.
"Before joining, I paid off your debts so you can start anew with a clean slate. Yet, you choose to still gamble building your debt up again. So, because you were desperate to pay that off, you thought it was a good idea to try and murder one of our clients who brings in the most revenue?" Ichigo set the magazine into the Glock 17, slapping the bottom of the handle. "On top of that you stole the small sum of valuables he had laying around his home?" He walked back over to the frighten man. "Now why in the world would you think I would let you live? Kenpachi Zaraki is a valued client." He stared at his gun while waiting for an answer. With no response he continued.
"He lost an eye because of your greed. It's only right that I kill you." Ichigo looked down at Nnoitra tapping the gun against his chin thinking. "You know Kenpachi did say he wanted to deal with you himself since ruining his pride. Seeing that how you and I have history I thought maybe I should show you mercy and not drag out your punishment like Kenpachi would have." He knelt down eye level to Nnoitra.
"I mean, as ruthless as I may be, Kenpachi," Ichigo whistled. "He would have tortured you for days. Slicing your body up hell even cutting off your limps. And if you should die, his wife Unohana would have a field day reviving you with adrenaline shots and CPR. Then Kenpachi would continue where he left off, stripping you of your humanity." He shrugged. "I'm the better option. I'm letting you keep your dignity and your body parts," Ichigo smiled wickedly. "Don't you agree?"
Nnoitra did not know how to answer his boss's questions. Imagining all those different gruesome images had brought actual fear into his body.
"You know the saying, 'Play stupid games and win stupid prizes'," Ichigo slid the rack back of the Glock 17 setting the bullet in the chamber. "Here's your prize. Now open up." Ichigo pointed the gun towards him, with his finger on the trigger.
~o~
Ichigo cleaned his hands. This is the part of the job he despised. He started the day annoyed. It's been two days since his rendezvous with Orihime. Since then, everything annoyed him. This incident with Nnoitra just happen to take his attention in the moment.
After dropping her off at her place, he expected his phone to be bombarded with angry calls and texts from his childhood friend. He knew most women gossip. How would this be any different? On the other hand, he received a simple thanks in a text after finding her best friend had arrived home safely. He wanted to question the text further but choose to stay still. Instead, his mind thought this was a part of Tatsuki's mind games.
He had no other way in seeing Orihime. He had wrapped up his part of the donation portion for Karakura High School before his party, so seeing her there was futile. He knew where her bakery was located through his own investigations and background checks. So just a simple run in would suffice. Nevertheless, Ichigo didn't want to come off as a stalker, so he backed out of that option. He wanted to see if Tatsuki knew anything, but he opted out of that too. He did not want to assume that Orihime would tell Tatsuki about what happened… would she?
Did Orihime tell Tatsuki what transpired between them? Would Tatsuki approach him about it? Would Tatsuki give Orihime his number, so they could be in contact? Maybe meet up for one more session. Or more. Did Orihime not care? Was she really that cold-hearted? He honestly felt like a simp asking himself these questions.
For the past two days the questions and thoughts repeatedly rose making him agitated. Then he got the call from his longtime client Byakuya Kuchiki telling him about Kenpachi. As frustrating as it was finding out, his people worked quickly to let him know who it was that caused the sudden chaos.
Ichigo watched as three men had wrapped Nnoitra's corpse into a tarp mat before placing it into a metal barrel.
Never has any of his men betray a client, let alone him. With most of his men present for today's execution, this was a warning for any thoughts or acts of betrayal to cease to exist for the future. With Nnoitra dead, he was now down a man. Ichigo was pissed off.
The reaction Kenpachi had to the whole ordeal was an understatement. The man was violent by nature and reputation, so for him to be blindsided by one of Ichigo's men was not expected.
What's even worse was the fact his daughter Yachiru returning from school had found her father bloody and unresponsive in the entryway of their home. This sent the poor child into turmoil. Something more Ichigo had to clean up as an aftermath. He was just grateful the violent man was still alive and willing to let him take matters into his own hands. Due to this hiccup, Kenpachi had lost his trust in Ichigo controlling his own people. It would be sometime before their relationship could be mended.
Ginjo walked up to Ichigo handing him his suit jacket. "You got a meeting with your father."
Ichigo paused. Isshin Kurosaki was the founder of the security firm before Ichigo. His father had entrusted his eldest child with the responsibility of taking up the mantle. Ichigo had taken this to heart because he did not want to fail his old man. Even though their relationship as father and son was not strict, Ichigo would not forgive himself if he disappointed Isshin. This abrupt meeting would only further prove his point.
"Thanks." He handed the bloody towel over. "You got it from here, right?" he asked taking the jacket and sliding it on. Ginjo nodded.
~o~
"When do you plan on settling down?" Ichigo had stopped mid bite of his tender steak. Isshin sipped his wine. Looking over the rim of the glass, he took in Ichigo's confused manner. "You just celebrated your birthday. You're not getting any younger son." Isshin placed his glass down after a sip.
Ichigo gulped the remaining food. "Is that an order?"
Isshin raised an eyebrow confused. "Why would you say that?"
"Because you don't talk about my relationship status unless it's something serious."
"Ichigo, since you were born the only women, I've seen around you is your mother and little sisters. And those few times with Tatsuki. Other than that, it's been a man after another man. First it was Renji, but he's married with a baby on the way and now its Kūgo Ginjo." Isshin raised his hands in surrender. "I mean if that is your way of telling me you go the other way, I'm okay with it, just introduce him the next time we- "
"I'm not gay!" Ichigo seethed blushing out of embarrassment. The sound of cutlery scrapping, and silence fell over the restaurant. Isshin snickered. The restaurant continued on in conversation and movement. Calming down Ichigo changed the topic. "How's mom?"
His father grinned. "Better. Karin and Yuzu tends to bring the best out of her." Picking up his wine glass again, he took a sip. "Stop by more often. You know she misses you more than anything."
Ichigo watched his father's calm expressions. He knew it wasn't just her children that brought out his mother's happiness. It was his father. He was not just an unyielding father, but a devoted husband. To say they brought the best out of each other would be an irony. That was the relationship and marriage Ichigo strived for.
His thoughts lingered towards Orihime. He wasn't sure if she was the one to put his hopes in. His thoughts were more on the sexual side. A relationship was more than just sex. Were they on the same wavelength? Were they compatible? Intellectually intertwined? Mentally there for one another? Was there trust? With his lifestyle could there ever be trust?
Ichigo knew he had no other choice but to see her to find out the answers.
~x~
After he had dropped her off at her home, Orihime could not get that look of his out of her mind. She felt she had done something wrong. Something she could never take back and undo. She pretended not to notice, but a part of her heart felt the sadness. She had texted Tatsuki that she was home. She didn't bother to check if she replied. She was a little upset with Tatsuki since she had left her alone for the remainder of the party. Orihime washed up and tucked herself in bed. She had slept peaceful for the rest of the day and woken up sore the following day before work.
Orihime had known that a woman's first time had its downside, pain being one of them. But she embraced her pain. She took it as introduction into her own womanhood. Tatsuki told Orihime about her first time and how it felt. The short haired woman explained that it was not painful, because of her athleticism. Orihime was fascinated. Her friend did reiterate that every woman's first time vary. Some have none, to mild, to beyond painful that they must keep trying. She explained further that there needs to be strong communication between partners so they both can enjoy the experience.
Orihime smiled to herself thinking it was worth waiting for.
After spending the night with him, a week had passed, Thoughts of Ichigo plagued her mind through the coming days. Orihime knew his business with Karakura was over. For the first two days she dwelled in the ambiance of giving herself to a man she thought was too good for her.
During that week the pain remained reminding her the way he felt inside her as he thrust inside her walls, to the way he smelled when he embraced her and his lips that captured her own. That day he took something from her, and she was drowning in the pleasure. The simple thought of his touch had warmed her body.
Tatsuki had seen how each passing day her friend's mood would drift. She had asked Orihime what had happened that night. Her auburn-haired friend just brushed it off as if it was nothing serious. But Tatsuki knew. She had noticed the difference in her walk and the yearning of each day.
The coming nights for Orihime were worse. She would wake up in cold sweats throughout the nights from the dream of him doing more pleasurable things to her. She would wake up in the morning tangled in her sheets and her hand between her thighs. The vivid dreams would cloud her mind giving her an aching feeling every morning. Moving in sync with her dreams she would let her fingers brush her soaked folds and invade her insides. With her other hand she would touch her sensitive clit. In minutes, she let herself climax giving her body the release it craved.
Fully awake she'll shower, get dressed to go about her days teaching and managing her bakery, for the morning and nightly routine to repeat itself.
The rest of the time her body grew worse with want. She wanted him. Her heart craved him. All she could do was hope in seeing him again soon.
~x~
A few weeks later, they met again. Ichigo ran into Orihime at her bakery shop she owns. She was closing the bakery when he had drove by to pick up something sweet. At least that's what he told her. His approach was cold as if what they had done never occurred.
Orihime had greeted him in kind, breaking the bad news that her shop was closed. However, she did have a slice of unsold chocolate cake she was going to take home. She offered it to him, and he obliged. To thank her, he invited her back to his place for tea and that they can share the slice together.
She was more than excited to do so.
He wanted to take this opportune time to test his theory of their compatibility. After arriving at his place, he placed the kettle on his stove and changed out of his suit into something comfortable. Orihime looked around his kitchen to prepare the cake on plates and teacups as he changed.
While indulging in the sweetness, they held simple conversation. Why did she choose to be baker and a teacher's assistant? She was beyond happy to explain her reasonings. The joy that emanated through her eyes and hand gestures spoke on how bubbly he knew she was. Compared to him she was very caring. He was family oriented; she would be the same if given the chance. She shows how much she cares about her students and customers.
He went further to ask about her childhood and family. Their conversation took a turn from joyful to serious. Not many details were given but she told him the basics, which were still upsetting. He needed a drink after hearing about it. She asked about his childhood and family to uplift their mood again. Her face light up when he talked about his little sisters. She gave a small smile when he mentioned how much he would protect them from danger and boys.
Ichigo thinking about that made him think about their night together. Would her older brother have protected her from him? He took the opportunity to explain that night they had together. He didn't want it to seem as if he was taking advantage of her in a vulnerable state. He felt he needed to apologize out of respect.
"I don't want you to think that I regret what we did, but I feel if I apologized to you, it would make you think I did not want you. Like it was some mistake." He downed the rest of his bourbon before continuing. "Yes, the situation could have been better. For example, both of us not being intoxicated and you not being Tatsuki's best friend would make things much easier." He snarled at the empty glass and his bad explanation. He walked over to his bar to pour another. "Now it feels like I'm making excuses." He took up another empty glass.
"If I was not Tatsuki's friend you would not regret sleeping with me?" she asked out of curiosity.
Ichigo paused his pouring. "Shit!" He twisted around to face her. "I don't mean it like that," he stumbled. "I mean if I do something wrong, knowing Tatsuki she would kick my ass. You have to admit this situation is pretty unorthodox"
Orihime laughed at his clumsiness. He walked back towards her offering her the extra poured glass, which she had politely taken.
"It's quite alright. Tatsuki doesn't really know what happen between us, but she has an inkling." She sighed before continuing. "Also, I don't regret it either. I just wish we could start over properly." Her eyes shifted to his new poured glass. "I wish… I wanted to feel more." The silence after she spoke was not awkward but intense.
Orihime took a sip of her own glass. She knew her limit, but unfortunately knowing her limit was not enough to stop her next words. Instead, the taste of the alcohol had reminded her of her courage that night and to act on her deepest desires. So, she will not hesitate anymore. If not now, when?
"I want you to touch me more. I want your touch engraved into my body, this time. Not just bits and pieces."
Ichigo stared at her as she placed her glass on the island tabletop. She got out of her seat and made her way towards him. She took the glass from his hand sliding it next her glass. He looked down at her as she looked back up him. Her hazel brown eyes misty with lust. She stood on her tip toes to reach his lips. Her kiss was a shy simple peck. He knew she was still innocent, and her kiss was an acknowledgment of that. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her against his body and kissed her tenderly.
They did not make it to the bedroom unlike last time, as an alternative they fucked in his kitchen.
~o~
This began their secret love story.
From that night, they would meet up frequently and let out their pent-up sexual attractions. In bed he was a completely different person from his usually mysterious cold appearance. The man she longed for… he looked at her with passion and caressed her tenderly, affectionately. He sought to journey her body, exploring every place left untouched and finding her pleasure points.
As soon as she was finish with work; whether it was the school or the bakery, she would find her way to his house. It was the place where they shared their first kissed and took off their clothes seeing each other bare. After a long day at the bakery and school, when she would arrive at his home, he didn't let her take a shower. They would fuck from the front door to the couch, then to the bed and finally the shower.
They would also meet in hotels, her house and even his car if the need was not worth waiting for.
At the of 25, it was like her world had turned on the erotic filter. The first time in his car was Orihime's favorite moment.
One night when he picked her up after she had closed her bakery, he was outside of his car on his phone talking to one of his clients. When she got closer and seen how good he looked in his white shirt with three buttons undone displaying his collar bone. His sleeves were also rolled up showing his robust forearms. Immediately she felt all common sense leave her mind. She walked up to him and ogled at him as he was finishing his call. He smiled his soft smile towards her making her lose what little sense she had left. Ichigo had open the passenger car door for her. She slid in the car, slightly brushing his harden body. He paused looking at her before closing the door and making his way to the driver's side. Ichigo ended the call before hopping inside. Before he could even start the car, Orihime had moved her legs to straddle him on his lap.
She was happy she had worn a skirt that day. When he was walking to his side of the car and ending his call, Orihime had shuffled her panties off and rolled her skirt up so nothing would restrict her from claiming what was hers. Ichigo was surprised at her sudden boldness. She must of looked crazed doing something so adventurous.
"What's the ma- "Orihime had silence him with a deep kiss. She unbuttoned the rest of his top to get better access to his body. He kissed her back in response. She grinded her hips into his rising hard on through his slacks.
Moving her lips away from his own, she finally acknowledged his questioning brown eyes. "You make me crave things that I should not be craving." His breath hitched at her daring words. "I don't know what makes you more attractive in my eyes but just you hard at work dressed so tranquil… you made me want to feel more. I need to feel you right here and now. I can't wait." Grabbing the back of her head, he slammed their lips together. Their tongues fighting for dominance. As they kissed, she grabbed at his belt buckle to undo its limited access.
She pulled out his member through his underwear and started to stroke him gently.
"Slow down Orihime," he whispered against her lips. But Orihime ignored him by kissing him again. She wanted him now.
Orihime lifted herself up to angle his member by her awaiting entrance. With on hand on him and the other on the driver's seat, she felt his tip enter her body. She slowly rocked her hips as it glided into her.
"Shit, you're so wet." Ichigo groaned in pleasure embracing the newfound feeling. This was the first-time through so many sessions were they not using any protection. She wasn't ashamed that they had sex like they were addicts. It was just as fascinating.
She slowly rode him to get used to his length, grabbing both of his shoulders to steady herself and he held on to her hips. Sometime violently, sometimes tenderly. The movement of his hips filled her entirely. She couldn't get enough of him. He felt so good inside of her. With each stroke the car shook, but that did not stop Orihime. They were on a public street at night, not much foot traffic moved around this time. Just two or three stragglers, but Orihime did not care. The thrill excited her more.
She leant backwards with her back hitting the steering wheel. The pain from the handle digging into her back did not bother her. At the angle she was in, his dick was hitting her in the right spot pushing her on a verge of a release.
Ichigo held on to her hips to help guide her to go deeper. She gripped his shoulder to keep her balance. It was hot. She fell deeper in pleasure, hearing wet sounds that grew louder and louder.
Orihime did not want to let go yet. She wanted to savor this moment longer. Through hooded eyes she watched him watch her.
Why do I want him so much?
Why can't I help feeling this way?
His mouth was slightly open as he watched her move. He felt her quiver around him. He didn't know how to react to her confidence. She was not the pure women he met three months ago.
Orihime threw her head back as she quickens her pace. She was completely immersed in the pleasure that Ichigo was giving her. He rose his hips making his entire cock to go deeper inside her warmth. They were both close. Her walls spasmed around him. A silent scream passed from her lips. The tightness made him groan as he came along with her.
They both reveled in the bliss of sexual desire. Looking into his eyes she couldn't put her finger on what it was, but his eyes spoke more in that moment than any time they had spent together.
Why did he look at me that way, like he would die if he could not have me?
That moment had established Orihime into falling in love with him. She had come to terms with it. He had awakened desires inside of her that she was willing to do anything for him. While they have been only having sex without putting a name to it, she knew she no longer wanted an unnamed relationship. It was good. He felt good. But she was scared. She wondered to herself… would this be their last? She wanted him to want more from her. She needed him to want more.
She had to bring it up. She had to bring up what they had done. What were they? What was going on between them? Those thoughts invaded her mind like a plague. Like poison.
She wanted to know… what would become of them?
She said nothing in the end.
Orihime didn't tell Ichigo how she felt.
There was no reason to.
~x~
Ichigo stared at Orihime as she slept beside him. She was cuddled close to him with her arms wrapped around his waist. Her auburn brown hair hiding her eyes. He sat staring at her contemplating what his next move would be. After being inside her just a few hours ago, everything felt different. Her actions showed him something he was not expecting. He noticed it when she jumped him for the first time in his car. He had always taken the lead to teach her however, that day she showed him a different side. Just like tonight, her actions screamed she wanted, needed more.
The way they were heading was territory he did not know he would have to explore with her. He did go into it seeking confirmation on whether she was compatible with him. He had confirmed it, but would he say it out loud? She was slowly becoming the light to his darkness, the joyful spirit to his serious demeanor, and his ever-growing impending weakness.
Dare he say it felt normal, stable, secure… maybe even meaningful.
To Be Continued…
Author's Notes:
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