Author's Notes:
Another Chapter.
Enjoy!
"As I got to know you, I began to realize that beauty was the least of your qualities. I became fascinated by your goodness. I was drawn in by it. I didn't understand what was happening to me. And it was only when I began to feel actual, physical pain every time you left the room that it finally dawned on me: I was in love, for the first time in my life."
Choderlos de Laclos, Dangerous Liaisons
Our Affair
5. I Miss You
Ichigo
December
It has been two months since I last saw Orihime.
After our unspoken truths were shared, we both needed space to comprehend our decisions and what our future together would look like. I honestly admit I was hurt when she mentioned the other guy. I knew from the start from Tatsuki how much Orihime's feelings ran for him. Unfortunately, it was too late. Orihime may not say it out loud, but she was in love with 'Mr. Mysterious' and there was nothing I could do about it.
That was until Tatsuki mentioned he had left abroad for school. Now was my chance. My chance to redeemed what I had lost.
Sitting at the table in the library, laptop open and notes spread, nothing had changed. Thoughts and scenarios on how to win her back interlaced with my studying. I wasn't getting anything done. Maybe a change of setting from studying in my room would help me focus, but no. I can't stop thinking about her even with finals approaching.
Ayako entered the library with Ryota. He spun a basketball on his finger as they passed me. Her dark eyes locked on mine. I quickly broke eye contact to focus back on my notes.
Seeing Ayako on campus still poured fear into me, one I've never had before. Yes, she was in a relationship but what can stop her from trying again. So much for forgiveness and peace of mind. As if I could stop keeping my head on a swivel waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for her to hit me with another ultimatum only to pry me away from Orihime once again.
Orihime.
It has been radio silence on both of our ends. As much as I miss her, I have confidence she does not feel the same. Tatsuki on the other hand, mentioned she hasn't spoken to Orihime for their daily phone calls. When she would call, it would be sent straight to voicemail. Text messages read but left unanswered.
Hearing my friend's worry put me on edge too.
Pulling up a new tab. I glanced over my work schedule coming up before the holidays. I figured I can make a quick trip home and talk to Orihime face to face.
Maybe when I get there... I can make things work between us.
I have to make things work between us.
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Orihime
Work has been exhausting since the holidays were approaching. The bakery's hours had changed to benefit all the patrons in need of selective orders. Instead of opening at 6am for prepping for the day, the bakery opens at 4:30am. Closing was no longer at 5pm but now 8pm for late arrivers.
I was on my feet five days a week for long periods of time. As soon as I got home, I would fall asleep to repeat the day all over again. For the past month I couldn't answer any of Tatsuki's calls for our daily heart-to-hearts. When she would text me, I couldn't answer right away due to the high influx of customers. Increasingly I would forget she even sent a message.
The preoccupation with the change in hours and workflow, I was able to put my feelings on the back burner. I didn't have to think about either Ichigo or Ulquiorra. Thinking how I should feel and what I should do with my state of mind for both men. Those thoughts only gave me anxiety.
I didn't ask for this when I turned 19.
Finally having a bit of down time, and the weekend off, I grabbed as many snacks as I could at the convenience store to stay comfortable indoors. I was planning a shut-in weekend between myself and comedy movies. A much-needed relaxation before the new work week.
With a large spread of snacks and my movie ready to play, I dressed up in only a large comfy sweatshirt and snuggle socks. I grabbed my bakery's signature macarons off my kitchen table before settling on the couch. Draping a warm blanket on my legs, I started the movie.
Loudly laughing at the antics happening on my tv screen, a knock was heard at my door. Biting into a macaron, I paused the movie and threw the blanket to the side.
"Coming." Shoveling the other half of the macaron into my mouth, I peered at the clock. 10:48pm. "Who is here this late?" I pulled up my socks and shuffled to the door. Opening it without looking through the peephole, my mouth gaped open at the sight of Ichigo at my entrance. "Kurosaki-kun? What are you doing here so late?"
"Yo!" He raised his hand. He was wearing a black waist length bubble coat with a matching wool hat covering his orange locks. Ichigo started bouncing on his toes. "Are you going to let me in? It's freezing out here."
"Oh sorry." I quickly moved out of the way and held the door open as he made his way inside.
"Sorry for showing up unexpectedly. I really wanted to see you before the day was over." He toed off his boots and took off his coat. Removing his hat, his hair was flat from the snugness. Running his fingers through it to get it back to its original spiky nature. "I was going to come here earlier but I was helping Yuzu and Karin with Christmas shopping. It went on longer than anticipated."
"Okay...?" I took his coat and hat to hang up in my closet.
Shoving his hand in his jean's pockets, he nervously looked at me then back to his socks. "Can we sit and talk?"
"Sure. I'll get us drinks." Turning towards my kitchen, I spoke over my shoulder. "Do you want some hot chocolate, coffee, or tea? Something to warm you up."
"I'll have some coffee, thanks."
Waiting for the water to boil, I placed a new filter inside the coffee drip. Pouring the crushed coffee beans on top of the filter, my eyes peered at Ichigo. His tall body sat on my couch looking at the TV. "You can press play. I watched that movie dozens of times."
"Is it your favorite?" He asked.
"One of them." Taking up the boiling pot, I slowly poured the water carefully as the coffee dripped into the glass. "Milk and sugar?"
"Black with two sugars." I nodded as if he could see me.
I placed the mug on the table when I appeared near him. "Sorry about my overhaul of snacks. I was beginning my weekend shut-in filled with my favorite foodies and binging movies. Rough couple of weeks."
"I see." His eyes looked me over. A tinge of embarrassment came over remembering my state of undress. "Sorry for interrupting," his eyes back on my now red face.
"It's fine," I muttered. Pulling on my sweatshirt to cover my bare thighs from his eyes, I sat on the other side of the couch keeping a small distance between us. Taking the open box of macarons, I offered him some to distract myself.
"I'm good." I shrugged as I took two before placing the box back on the table. Tucking my feet underneath me, I started chewing on the strawberry flavored cookie.
Strange and awfully convenient.
Ichigo took up his mug and sipped before placing it back down. "So, umm… how have you been?"
Really? You could have texted me that.
Why are you really here?
Closing my eyes to relax my anxious manner, I opened them and smiled. "Pretty good. Holiday rush at work, so nonstop moving."
He nodded. "Same on my end. I got a few days off, hence why I'm visiting."
"I see." I took a bite out of the other macaron. Coconut.
"Tatsuki said you've been ignoring her too."
I choked on a piece. "What?" I leaned over and snatched up my phone from the table. "No, I…" I scrolled through the unanswered messages from Tatsuki. "…okay I have." I corrected. Quickly I sent a text apologizing for my negligence and letting her know I will call her tomorrow morning. "Sorry about that." I opened our text thread and realized it was the same as before.
Tucking my phone in my pocket, I glanced up at him. His eyes were already staring at me. Nervously, I looked away. "So, you came to check if I was alive for Tatsuki?"
"Not only for her."
I hummed in response. It's been a while since I've been this edgy around him.
Ichigo turned to face me, his knee brushing against my bare thigh. "I've missed you." My whole body tensed up again at his declaration. Steadily, I turned to face him. His brown eyes are still burning into my face. "There's been this nagging feeling that hadn't gone away since I last saw you."
"Feeling?" I whispered. He nodded, moving closer to my side of the couch. His jeans brushing further up my thigh. My breath hitching in my throat. The smell of his sandalwood earthy scent and the heat his body was giving off was seducing me. I closed my eyes savoring the light press of our bodies together.
Without trying, memories of our first time and the last time we had sex came flooding into the forefront of my mind. His soft kiss to my lips. How it felt when he was buried inside of me. The memory of us making love with such soft passion. Remembering will not erase the hurt we both went through. I was with Ulquiorra so he wouldn't want me anymore. Snapping my eyes open, I pushed myself back trying to break our body contact as if it could destroy my memories.
But he followed me.
"I still want you." Ichigo whispered. "Knowing you've been with him while I was away, and during our misunderstanding, I'm okay with it." His arm moved to the backrest of the couch.
I looked at him confused. "You… shouldn't…?"
Ichigo smiled at my confusion. "I know I shouldn't compete for your heart when you've already given it away." Glancing down at the ground, I tried to hide from his next words. The tip of his fingers grabbed my chin, turning to face him again. "But that doesn't mean I won't try and win it again."
He leaned in, letting his lips press softly against mine. The firmness of his mouth melding against my own brought up familiar feelings I had buried deep inside. His hand that was resting on the backrest of my couch slowly moved to caress the side of my face.
He leaned back and gazed into my eyes. "I've really missed you. Watching you fall in love with someone else and pretend I'm not screaming for you to choose me… I can't say it doesn't scare me. But right now, in this moment… I will have you." He whispered against my lips before pulling me in closer and seizing them.
I gasped at his words, as he deepened our kiss. Giving in, I kissed him back.
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Ichigo
The first time we were together, there had been so many feelings running through my mind. Nervousness, but also confusion on why I accepted her dare. I was also fascinated by her willingness to engage in such an act. Awkwardness and shyness because this was my first time, but Orihime… she was confident. To see that new side of her she hadn't shown anyone else, for me.
For only me. I embraced it.
The experience of our first time meant more to me than anything new. To have such a moment and experience it with my own body felt precious. A cherished gift.
Our second time was a scene of breathtaking beauty. Her soft words teaching me how to pleasure her correctly. Her words of comfort when I came too early. The pleasure of both of our needs being fulfilled for the second round. The miraculous feeling of claiming her in my heart. Another cherished gift meant for me.
I will experience it once again.
No words could explain how quickly I stripped her of her clothes and my own. Once everything was off, I did not stop kissing her. The familiar taste of her lips. The familiar curves of her body. The familiar melodic resonances of her moans. The familiar tightness of her pussy surrounding my dick.
All of Orihime was familiar and unchanged. The intimacy only I can get from her.
Her legs tightened around my waist as I plunged in deeper. My mouth capturing her cries and swallowing them so it can feed my soul. Beyond the taste of macarons, her own sweetness had gotten more delicious. Driving my tongue further in to keep the same flavor to fill my taste buds.
Feeling her pussy tighten, letting me know she was about to come, I pulled out of her. Orihime groaned at the fading sensation of her impending orgasm. As much as I wanted to feel her explode on my dick, I wanted to enjoy every drop of her essence on my tongue.
Pecking her lips, I trailed quick kisses down her body to the pink puffy core I craved. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and captured her engorged clit. Through a heavy suck, an unfathomable moan crawled out from the back of her throat. My tongue circled the button of nerves and intensifying the frequency of her moans. Hearing them ignited my steady speed. I kept circling the spot and kneading her thighs to stay apart with my fingertips.
My tongue moved farther down and parted her folds. Entering the narrow gateway, I let my tongue fuck her. Her fingers grabbed a fist full of my hair trying to pull me away, but I didn't want to leave her appetizing pussy. Noises of my mouth lapping at my unquenchable fill of her throbbing core occupied her small apartment, turning me on more. My hips grinding against her couch to keep a solid friction for my dick.
Her hips moved against my mouth pushing me further in. Swallowing hard, I looked up at her. "Fuck, you taste good." Her hazel eyes were hazy and lidded when they stared down at the sight of me. My own gaze, intense watching and waiting for her to reach her climax.
She may have done this with 'Mr. Mysterious', but right now in this moment she was mine and I was giving her this pleasure. For my eyes to enjoy and to embark deep into my subconscious.
"Oh…" Orihime's mouth opened in a quiet cry while she closed her eyes. I felt her quivering pussy fluttering around my tongue as a gush of her essences splayed down my chin. Lapping up her overflowing juices, I inserted two fingers prepping her again for my dick.
After cleaning her with my tongue, I kissed her on each side of her thighs before making my way back on top of her. Placing her legs over my shoulder, I entered her. Thrusting deep and slow.
"Ichigo…" her whisper calling for me. Her arms reached for me, pulling me down to kiss her. I slip my tongue past her lips so she can taste herself. She moaned at the exchange.
Wrapping my hands around her thighs and kissing her, I made love to her like she was the last thing on earth. I needed to prove to her I was serious. I will fight to have a place in her heart again.
If understanding my declarations, she met me with each rock of my hips. Our tongues moving over the other, and our eyes open exploring each other's emotions. Her soft whimpers of her trembling release sent me over the edge. After a couple more strokes and burying myself deep, I came.
The rush of our releases mixing had us sighing at the sensation.
Tiredly, I sat up and slowly moved her legs off my shoulders. Removing myself from inside of her, blurred eyes watched my white cum spill out of her causing my heart to skip. The thought of her pregnant with my child and our future together, illustrated in my mind was pure bliss. Shaking the feeling for now, I went and got her a warm cloth to clean up.
Orihime gave me a smile in thanks after she was done. Taking up her blanket, she stretched out her arm wanting me to get comfortable with her. Taking up her offer, I laid down on her breast and molding our bodies together on her couch. Covering us with the blanket, she ran her fingers through my hair until she fell asleep.
I closed my own eyes listening to her soft snores and steady heart pounding.
Months without making love and to now have her once again… I could abundantly affirm I love her.
I sensed it.
Watching her, tasting her, doting on her.
I loved her... hard.
And will never give it up for anything.
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Ulquiorra
December
I grew up with my father. A drunken fool is more like it. My mother who was my solace had killed herself due to depression and betrayal. The way my father mistreated her before my arrival had only broken her mentally when I was born.
With what little comfort I could provide as a toddler, did little to ease the hurt my father inflicted.
Her cries when he would throw his empty beer bottles, his fist colliding against flesh, and verbal insults made her feel as if she had no reason to live. Excluding me. Seeing me every day as I got older imparted unending fear inside of her.
I looked too much like him. My pale skin and black hair. The only thing I inherited from her were her eyes.
"Will you protect your mama or hurt her like daddy?" She brushed my black hair. Her green eyes rimmed with unshed tears looking down at me.
I tried redeeming myself at the age of six, letting her know I would protect her no matter what. "I will love and protect you even from daddy."
But when the time came to actually help her, I could only stand there in utter confusion and my own fear.
The bleeding mess of my mother's face and my father kneeling before me begging for forgiveness. Promising he would never hurt her again. I have not once seen him beg for clemency from my mother, so I believed him when he asked me.
The look in my mother's eyes when I returned my father's hug was forever engraved into my mind. Her bloody swollen eye was teary, and a frown replaced with a trembling busted lip.
I had broken my promise. I didn't love and protect my mother like I said I would. I sided with my father. Her green eyes dulled with life after that day. She no longer had a reason to live. I betrayed her.
Only a week before Christmas Day, she hung herself.
Waking up from my nap at the age of six, my innocent eyes saw her limp body hanging from the ceiling.
No longer swinging only suspended in the air. I sank to the floor watching and waiting for her to come down from the ceiling. To hold me and kiss me when I have woken from my nap. Yet, through the day into the night, my mother did not move.
Finally, my father came home drunk as usual. Discovering his only son sitting in silence staring at his wife's dead body.
That was the first time my father had cried.
The funeral was small due to estranged family members knowing what my father was doing to my mother. They would rather keep their distance and pretend not to know than help her. The cremation proceeding only consists of father and son.
During both services, he was abundantly sober. Crying actual tears as if his physical and verbal abuse did not break her. Though, I was the one who pushed her over the edge. Giving her the sole reason to no longer live.
Living with that pain and anguish made me who I am today.
Those feelings are what brought me back home earlier than planned. My mother's memorial service.
Arriving home to my father sober is expected. The one day out of the year he isn't drunk is the day to remember my mother and the pathetic life he had put her through.
Punching in the code to our house, I entered with everything set up. Meals cooked, house clean, and my old man dressed and cleaned shaven. Trying to prove to my deceased mother that he has changed, to ease her worries in the afterlife.
What a joke.
He grunted a hello on my arrival. Removing my shoes and coat, I settled on the floor, and we began the memorial service.
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We silently ate our meal.
My father coughed. "So, how's your studies abroad going?"
"Fine." I mumbled, not really in the mood for small talk.
"That's good to hear." He smiled nervously. "A smart boy like you deserves it. Your mother would be proud." Taking out a handkerchief, he dabbed his eyes then his forehead.
I watched as his hand twitched, and more sweat gathered on his forehead. "Do you need a drink?" I asked inserting a bite of rice.
My father nervously loosened his tie. "No." He cleared his throat. "I can do this for a few more hours, for your mother's sake."
"Why put on a show?" I asked calmly. "She already knows how you are and died knowing you'll never change." Placing my chopsticks down, I leaned back in my seat.
He growled. "Don't you dare put her death on me! This is your fault!" He pushed his chair back with force as it fell to the marble floor. His trembling fingers pointed at me. "You watched her die." He growled.
I just silently watched him mutter obscenities at me. This is what I call a normal day.
"Everything in our lives was beautiful until your little ungrateful ass was born. You took away my Miyako."
"I was six!"
He shoved the prepared food onto the floor, breaking plates, and glasses. "You should have never been born!"
I huffed out a heavy sigh. I was waiting for this speech that I've heard every day since my mother's death. Pushing my seat back, I got up and grabbed my coat.
"Blaming me for your violent nature will not redeem you of your sins for killing mom." My father grabbed an unopened bottle of sake on the memorial table. The bottle smashed against the wall near my head. Shards slicing at my face.
I whirled around to see him grabbing another bottle. Glaring at him, I continued. "See you're proving my point. Ferocious trash of a man who just happens to be my father. Disgusting."
"Fucking bastard." He threw the bottle smashing it near my feet. "Did you forget whose blood is running through your veins?" He started chuckling.
"I'm nothing like you." Ignoring the liquor soaking through my socks.
Grabbing the last bottle. "Are you sure about that?" Prying it open he chugged it. Wiping his mouth of any residue he continued. "Giving pain excites you. I've seen it because I was just like you." He slammed the bottle on the table before approaching me. Placing his hands on my shoulders he shook me. The stench of the alcohol hitting my nose. "My bloodline craves the need to give pain." He smirked at my staggering stance. "When you find the one who can tolerate the pain… you'll turn into the same man I am. Don't be ashamed of it. Embrace it because you're just like me."
I shoved his hands off me. "I'm not trash like you."
"Trash?" He started laughing ominously. "Go ahead and believe that. If I'm trash that makes you a pile of shit I can't seem to get rid of." He waved his hand dismissively as he turned to grab the bottle of sake. "Runaway back to wherever you came from." He tipped it back chugging it in large amounts. I turned away from the sight. "Just remember my words son."
Without another word, I left.
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Orihime
Ichigo showing up at my apartment last week was unexpected.
I could still feel the pain in my stomach from the butterflies taking off.
Grinning, I took a long hot bath from another hard day of work. Dressed in a hoodie and sleep shorts, I made my way to the kitchen. Wrapping the towel over my wet hair, I went looking through my fridge for a quick bite before bed to sedate my hunger. I grabbed the first thing I've seen, a wrapped plate of onigiri. Licking my lips already tasting the sweetness. Taking a bite, I groaned at the burst of flavor.
Sitting at the table, I devoured all three onigiris. As I was about to lean back to let my food digest, a banging at my door interrupted me. Glancing at the clock, it read 9:29pm.
"Is my home the recap of everyone's night?" Trudging my way to the door, I opened it and gasped. "Ulquiorra!"
His hair was wet and covering his eyes. His trench coat soaked from the pouring rain.
"Come in before you catch a cold." I pulled him inside and helped take off his coat. I left him in the foyer to quickly start running the bath. Grabbing a couple of towels, I ran back to still see him standing in the same spot I left him. Motionless.
"What happened?" I tiptoed and began drying his hair. Folding the towel to use another, I seen it had small spots of blood. "Ulquiorra?" I tipped his head back to see his usually bright emerald eyes, now dull of any color. His cheek had a wound which started bleeding again.
"Who hurt you?" I whispered my heart breaking at his depressive state.
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After a warm bath, he was in a fresh pair of dried clothes I had tucked away from my deceased brother, we sat at my kitchen table. I placed a cup of warm tea in front of him when I was done treating his wound.
Sipping my own cup, I watched him. One of his hands grasped the teacup handle then letting go. Moving my eyes away from his hands to his face, they widened to find him already looking at me.
"Sorry for arriving unannounced." Ulquiorra slid his hands off the table. "It was a quick trip for my mother's death anniversary. No bags."
"I see."
"My flight was cancelled due to immaculate weather." His eyes moved to the window where the heavy rain was still ongoing.
"You can stay here until you get an update." I bit my bottom lip scared to ask the real question. "Did you get into a fight on your way here?"
Ulquiorra touched the bandage on his cheek. "No. My father threw a bottle of sake at my head."
I gasped. "Oh no. Why would he do such a thing?" My heart was breaking at the mistreatment he did not deserve.
His eyes narrowed at my question. "I don't want to talk about it," his stoic voice snapped.
I winced at his defiance. "I'm sorry."
As if he noticed what he had done, he quickly got up from the table and fell to his knees in front of me. "No… don't apologize. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just…" his words trailed off.
Reaching for his face, I caressed it. "You don't have to apologize either. I shouldn't have pried." Standing up, I pulled him up so he could stand at his full height. "How about you get some sleep." I dragged him into my bedroom. "You take the bed; I'll sleep on the couch." I went to my closet to grab more blankets to set up for the couch.
His hand tugged on my arm stopping me from leaving. "Wait." Facing him, he had a conflicting look in his eyes. "Can't you stay?"
Knowing the affect he has over me, I simply gave in. "Okay."
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Ulquiorra's tossing and turning woke me up only an hour into my slumber. His sweaty face and tightly closed eyes made me shake him awake.
He snapped his eyes open. Blinking away at the bad dream, his eyes were focusing on his surroundings in my dark bedroom. I reached over for the nightstand turning on the lamp.
"You were having a nightmare," I said as soon as the light illuminated the darkness. Ulquiorra groaned wiping the sweat from his forehead. Sitting up, he threw the blankets off.
"I should go."
"What… why?" Sitting up, I reached for him before he could get out the bed.
He sighed. "Being here… so soon…" he swallowed the lump in his throat. "…it's just bringing up old wounds I rather not explore."
"What ol-" I closed my mouth when I see him stiffen. Burying my questions for another time, I did the one thing I believed could help him. "Use me."
His eyes widened, finding mine. "I beg your pardon?"
I gave him a small smile, sheepishly rubbing the back of my neck. "When I needed help, you said I could use you to alleviate my pain. Why not use me for whatever is bothering you?"
Ulquiorra shook his head. "My problems can't be solved through sex, Orihime."
The pit of my stomach fluttered. "That is the second time you have ever said my name."
He raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"You've never called me by my name before. Only when you were leaving did you say my name."
He chuckled. "Seriously?" I nodded. He rubbed his chin thinking back to all of our encounters and dates. As if it just dawned on him, he smirked. "Sorry. That was never my intention."
"It's okay." I fiddled with my fingers. "Can you say it again?"
A blush grew across his face, he quickly turned away. "You can't be serious?"
Sitting up on my knees, I crawled over to him and wrapped my arms over his shoulders. "I am. Please say my name again."
"… Orihime." He whispered.
"Again."
"Orihime." He said more confidently. Turning around his eyes locked on mine.
"Again Ulquiorra."
His lips found mine. Our lips moving over the other. "Orihime," he whispered before his tongue slid against my own.
"Now use me." I whispered back.
Falling back onto the bed our tongues did a slow dance. My fingers running through his hair, and his hands encircling my waist pulling my body against his.
"I will never hurt you." He whispered through each kiss. Each tremble. Each moan. He held me close delving deeper inside of me.
"I know." I responded.
Gently, he pulled my shorts and underwear down. Placing himself between my thighs, his crown nudged at my already wet entrance.
We both moaned at his eagerness. He pulled my arms away from his neck and placed them above my head. One hand around my waist with a bruising pressure to keep me close.
His strokes were vigorous every time he snapped his hips. Holding my wrists over my head and his lips hovering over my trembling whimpers. Sweat pours down his face as he continues his punishing pace. He's growling and grunting over me, fucking me like a desperate man. The pleasure is almost too much, and I can't take much more.
"Ah… fuck…" I groan as my head rolls back against my sheets. The overflowing urge to come was near but he would pause from gauging my reaction. Once my pulsating pussy calmed down, he started pounding into me again.
Ulquiorra was rough and hard with me. I wanted him to use me to release stress among other things. I was okay with it because he helped me overcome my heart break. Offering to aid him with his own demons and nightmares is the least I could do. It also benefited me, feeling him move crudely.
He kissed my chin and down my neck. I pulled at my wrists which he held with one hand, needing to touch him, but he squeezed them to keep my hands in their place.
Ulquiorra kissed me sloppily, his breathing coming out heavy. "I will never hurt you."
I moaned in agreement.
To Be Continued…
Author's Notes:
For reference you can picture Miyako the male lead's mother from A Silent Voice.
Next chapter will be the confrontation of our two guys.
Until Next Week!
Songs
More Than Friends – Isabel LaRosa
everytime – Ariana Grande
love me – Ex Habit
Hold Me - Azee
Sex Therapy – Robin Thicke
Who Do You Want – Ex Habit
use me – Makk Mikkael