Hitsugaya doesn't remember much of his life before he became a spirit. He's honestly not sure if he ever was a human or if he was born into their world. His earliest memory is of Granny finding him in the snow and taking him in. Not that he minded too much. While some people had done their best to recall their previous lives and attempted to track down old friends and family, he hadn't bothered. For the most part, people of their world avoided him, and he couldn't be certain that if he did have a family in this world, they hadn't abandoned him as a child in the snowstorm his grandmother found him in.
He had his granny and Hinamori by his side and was content with just the two of them.
When his powers started to manifest, he met Matsumoto. At first, he wasn't too fond of her, but as time grew, he saw her as an extension of the little family he put together. Not that he ever told her, but he had a feeling she knew. She was a terrible vice-captain but a very good friend.
If only she wasn't constantly dragging him into ridiculous situations.
Teal eyes glared daggers at the busty woman who was dressed in a skimpy black and orange witch outfit. "And how exactly is this an urgent matter?" He all but growled out.
He had been working in his office tirelessly all day; as usual, Matsumoto was nowhere to be seen. If she wasn't napping on the couch, she was usually out drinking at a bar. He had been ready to call it a night when his phone rang. On the other end, his vice-captain urged him to come to the human realm for an important mission. He had tried asking for more information but was cut off when she screamed. The line went dead after that, and he raced out of the office, fearing the worst.
"Oh, come on, Taichou!" Rangiku smiled at him, doing a little twirl in her spot as she picked up her wrist, which had a small charm bracelet on it. The charm was the Tenth Division emblem. "We're testing out Urahara's new invention. With this nifty thing, we won't have to rely on gigai's and can interact with the humans easier."
He looked down at his own wrist, which had a matching bracelet. Pushing back the black leather jacket and teal sweater he wore, he examined the item on his wrist. After he rushed out, believing his lieutenant was under attack, he went to the former twelfth division captain's shop. He had demanded to know the status of the situation but was only given a vague description to wear the bracelet and to meet his comrades in Shibuya. "And the reason for your stupid outfit?"
His harsh words made her falter. "How rude!" She had pushed her breasts together, swaying her hips around, and gave him a pouty face. "I put so much work into my costume. I swear you wouldn't know good taste if it bit you in the ass."
"How about I kick your ass back to the Soul Society so you can actually do the work you're supposed to be doing right now!" He hated it when she acted like that. It only annoyed him even more.
"My apologies, Hitsugaya-taichou," Renji decided to step in before a fight broke out. If these new bracelets were the real deal and people reported them, it could end up badly for them. "I was supposed to be the one to update you on the new technology Urahara wanted us to test out, but Rangiku said she would tell you about it herself," crossing two bandaged arms, he sent a pointed look of his own to the busty woman. "I had assumed that meant she would tell you everything, but clearly, I was wrong." He was trying to appear serious, but it was hard for them to view him as anything but silly since his entire body was wrapped up in bandages.
Hitsugaya could appreciate his efforts, but seeing the two lieutenants in costumes did not make this matter any less annoying. "And the reason you two are dressed in such a manner is because…?" He swore they had better give him a good reason, or he was going to explode.
They looked at him like he was a simpleton. "Because it's Halloween."
All around them humans partied like there was no tomorrow. Groups of people littered the streets of Shibuya, dressed in different types of costumes. Some formed groups to take photos while others were walking around, different types of alcohol behind passed around. It was a chaotic event but strangely had a flow to it that everyone was following.
He felt the left side of his face start to twitch with anger, "Idiots," He can't even begin to recall the countless times he's told them not to get involved with the matters of humans.
"Hey guys!" The three turned to see Ichigo and his group of friends walking towards them. Orihime was dressed as a giant pumpkin, Uryu was a vampire, and Chad was the only one not wearing a costume. He stood out enough in the crowd that he didn't need one. However, their focus was all on Ichigo and what he was wearing. "Hey Toshiro, did you get taller?" He was surprised to see the once-tiny captain was nearly his height.
Three jaws dropped in unison as they took in the appearance of the orange-haired man who had saved their lives and their world countless times. "What the hell are you wearing!?" They all screamed, taking in the Shinigami robes he wore casually on the streets.
"What do you mean?" He stepped back, taken off guard by their behavior. "Urahara said he wanted us to test out his new gadget." He held up his wrist, which had a matching bracelet that the others wore; only his had a strawberry on it. He knew the other had made this design on purpose.
Renji growled, hitting Ichigo over the head. "Dumbass! We're asking why you're wearing your Shinigami robes out in public like this!" Most humans couldn't see them nor knew about the existence of Soul Reapers or the Seireitei. Which is how it's supposed to be. Yet he was walking around in his robes and with his Zanpakuto out as well.
"That hurt you bastard!" He tried grabbing the wrappings that the red-haired Shinigami used for his costumes, only for the material to rip in his hands. "Oops, my bad." He felt a little bad but not enough to offer any assistance.
"Enough!" Hitsugaya stepped in between the two before things got even more out of hand. As it was, they were attracting enough attention. "Kurosaki, you must realize that we as a society need to remain a secret in order to keep the balance." He could have sworn this had been explained to the substitute soul reaper long ago, yet he was acting as if their existence was common knowledge.
Orihime cleared her throat, "Um…actually," she pointed to a group of guys that were walking past them, all of them in identical looking Shinigami robes and swords. There were a few slight differences from their uniforms, but the design was still there. "Soul Reapers are kind of a thing in this world."
Once again, the three felt their jaws fall open as the group passed them by. "Hey man, love your Reaper look!" One even complimented Ichigo as they walked on.
Hitsugaya felt another headache start to form. What he had planned to be a relaxing night had turned into a stressful event. "How is that even possible?" Rangiku knew some humans could see them. A majority of them were Ichigo's friends, but she knew they would never tell a soul. Not that anybody would even believe them if they did, but they were all good people. Ichigo vouched for them all, and if he trusted them, then they did, too.
"Looks like we're not the only ones who were invited to the party," once again, the group was thrown for a loop as Shinji appeared. He, too, was dressed up, looking like an old-fashioned detective, holding a pipe between his teeth. Only this one had bubbles in it instead of smoke. "It seems a certain spiritual medium decided to make a TV show based on encounters he's said to have experienced. Goes by the name Don Kanonji." Ichigo groaned he knew exactly who that guy was, and he was a royal pain in his ass. It had been a few years since he'd seen the guy, and his TV show went off the air shortly after graduating from high school. He had hoped that meant he would never have to see or hear from him again, but looks like he was wrong. "So once again, we're in this situation because of you, Ichigo!" Shinji exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at the other as he posed in his spot, much like how detectives do in the movies after they've cracked the case.
"My fault!" Ichigo cried out, face twitching from anger. "How is anything that crazy guy does my fault?"
"Well if you look at his latest interviews," Uryu held up his phone, pulling up an article that detailed the new situation they found themselves in. "After taking a break from his show, Don Kanonji decided to turn his experiences into a TV series to help others understand more about the lives and drama of spirits." He let them all read the article that went into more detail about the show titled REAPERS, a heartfelt drama about a wayward spirit that must battle monsters as a spiritual guide helps him see the path to the light while he falls in love with a mortal girl. "It's become the most watched drama series after only a few days of its release."
Ichigo felt his own headache forming. "Okay, so that freak made a show about Soul Reapers. He's always had the power to see spirits. That doesn't prove I had anything to do with this."
Seemingly prepared for this, Uryu clicked on a video link and played it for them. "This show is my baby in the making, and I owe it all to the wayward spirit that I not only helped but who helped me as well. None of this would be possible without the help of the spirit Ichigo. The reaper who is responsible for all this!"
It was hard to argue with that.
Hitsugaya rubbed a hand over his face. Suddenly, he felt completely drained and just wanted to return home and collapse in his bed. Not only would he have to report on this new technology, but now he would have to make a separate report about their entire society being turned into some form of entertainment. He could already imagine all the new mountains of paperwork he would have to deal with. Letting out a long sigh; he turned around to start heading back to the shop where he could go home. Maybe if he got enough sleep, he'll have the energy needed for the work that'll come his way tomorrow.
"Taichou!" Only a certain voice stopped him in his tracks. Teal eyes searched the crowd until he saw a head of familiar raven hair. "I thought you said you were going to wait for me." Hinamori scolded her captain, pouting at him for abandoning her. She had stepped away to finish changing into her costume, and when she came outside, she found that her captain had left her.
Shinji at least looked guilty. "Sorry about that, Momo. I swear I was waiting for you, but then I saw everybody and started walking without thinking." He hadn't meant to leave her; he had intended to wait for her but got distracted when he saw the group.
"Hinamori…?" Hitsugaya felt his mouth go dry at the sight of her. She, too, was dressed up for the holiday. Clad in a maid attire, the dress long and stopping just below her knees, giving him just enough of a view to see the nude-colored stockings that were nearly identical to her skin tone, but he could spot the difference. The apron was frilly, tied neatly around her waist and neck with a bright red bow to add a pop of color. To complete the look, she had a pair of black cat ears on her head that perfectly matched her hair. There was also a tail that was peaking out from behind her.
Chocolate doe-like eyes looked to see who called her before said eyes began to sparkle with joy. "Shiro-chan!" She jumped in front of him, excited that he could join their party. "Hey, where's your costume?" Although she didn't know much about the holiday the humans celebrated, her captain had given her a brief description before they left. She remembers that he told her repeatedly that costumes were mandatory.
"Hinamori!" Rangiku wasted no time jumping on the girl, engulfing her in a tight hug. "You look absolutely adorable! I knew this would look so good on you." She helped pick out the other's costume, and her instincts were right about the money. This outfit only helped to accent her already very cute features. Sky blue eyes gleamed with joy and mischief. She also knew what type of effect it would have on her captain. "Doesn't she look wonderful, Taichou." She pushed the young girl into the arms of the gobsmacked captain.
Instinctively, he reached out his arms, catching her before she could tumble to the ground. Part of him wanted to scold the other for being so rough, but he found it hard to concentrate. Teal eyes couldn't stop looking at the girl he now held in his arms. He felt his cheeks start to burn at the sight before him. "Do I look weird?" She had noticed his staring, but he wasn't saying anything; now she was starting to worry about her attire. She had been apprehensive when Rangiku first showed her the outfit, but she was grateful that it wasn't as revealing as her own.
"No," he had said that a bit too hastily. Realizing this, he cleared his throat and helped her regain her footing. "You look nice, Hinamori." he blushed, taking in the sight of her once more. Nice was only the tip of the ice burg that he could describe. He thought she was absolutely adorable in the outfit. The cat ears added to her cuteness while the dress, still modest, showed off her body and made her that much more enticing.
A light pink hue decorated her cheeks, "Thank you, Shiro-chan," she smiled up at him, shifting slightly in her spot at the joy she was feeling from his compliment. "But I keep telling you, call me Momo. We've been lovers for months now, and you still call me by such a formal name in public." Her smile turned into a soft pout as she lightly berated her boyfriend. It was a term her captain had told her about. With how the Seireitei was set up, most people usually court the other before becoming life partners. Being lovers didn't mean they were only sleeping together. It meant they had real and deep feelings for one another. And she had been trying for months to get him to call her by her first name in public.
"And like I've been telling you for almost a century, stop calling me Shiro!" A soft pink still decorated his cheeks, but his usual grumpy expression had returned. While it was true the two were now in a relationship, they still had to maintain a sense of order and hierarchy. In private, he had no problems calling her by her given name, but in public, it was a different matter.
His explanation only made her pout deepen. "You used to call me Momo all the time when we were kids in front of others, and you didn't care back then," granted, he would usually call her name while proclaiming she was a bed wetter, but at least he was using her actual name as well. A dark thought passed through her mind. "Do you not want people to know we're together?" It was a crazy thought, one she knew couldn't be true, but a small part of her couldn't help but wonder. He seemed so adamant about not using their first names in public that a part of her began to doubt things. The small dark part of her that never fully recovered from the war. The part that still doubted so many things wondered who would be the next to betray her or who would accuse her of being a traitor. She had weekly sessions with someone from the fourth division to help her work through her issues since the war.
Hitsugaya felt his heart clench. Had his reluctance to use first names in public caused her to doubt his feelings for her? He stuttered, trying to find the words. It felt like his mind was swarming, and he couldn't think properly. It also didn't help that he had a crowd of onlookers staring; he knew from their gazes alone that they were judging him.
"Hey baby," a man dressed as a pirate walked towards the group, face flushed from the booze he had been consuming. The half-empty bottle clenched in his hand as he looked up and down at Hinamori. "This guy making you cry? If you want, I can take care of you." He laughed, thinking what he said was the funniest thing in the world.
Only his laughter died down as he felt the temperature begin to drop. Quivering hands dropped the bottle he held as he wrapped his arms around his shaking body. Why had it gotten so cold all of a sudden? The weather channel said the night would be breezy at most. Looking around, he felt his whole body freeze over, a cold, hard glare instantly making him sober up as the fear started to settle in. "Back off," Hitsugaya growled out, his spiritual pressure slowly leaking out as his anger started to take over. A few other humans around them began to walk away; all started complaining about the sudden cold.
The guy stood there momentarily, trying to process what he saw. He stared in horror as his world began to darken, the shadows surrounding everything, but the white-haired man began to close in and, worse, began to form a shape. He swore it looked like a dragon was coming from the darkness and would devour him.
The guy fell backward, fainting from the heavy pressure and pissing his pants at the same time. Onlookers cried out in shock while others mocked the guy, blaming his fainting on overindulging.
Hitsugaya scoffed, taking a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. He hadn't meant to release so much of his spiritual energy—he honestly didn't intend to release any of it—but he was just so angry. "Come with me," he gently grabbed Hinamori's hand and had her follow him. They needed to talk but away from others. Their relationship was nobody's business but their own.
"Taicho, be careful, and don't get too rowdy!" Rangiku waved one arm about, watching the two forms of her friend and captain disappear into the crowds. "Well, I doubt we'll see them for the rest of the night. So, I say we party until dawn!" She cheered into the crowd, making a few others around them join in as others whistled and called out to her.
Renji cast a side-eye glance, "Why do I get the feeling you somehow planned for all this to happen."
Sky blue eyes blinked at him, "I wouldn't say I planned it all," there was an unspoken notion that she had planned for some of this to happen. At least the part for her captain to leave the group to be with his girlfriend. She certainly hadn't thought he would use his abilities to make someone faint. Then again, she always knew her captain was the jealous type. She also hadn't expected for them to have such an issue or insecurities. It seemed the relationship she was silently envious of had a few more hiccups than she realized. However, she knew they would work it out. After all, they were meant for each other.
Hitsugaya held tight to Hinamori's hand, making sure his grip wasn't enough to harm her but had enough force to ensure they wouldn't be separated. The group of humans that were all around them was thick and seemed to get more and more rowdy as they went further away from the middle. Many had taken over the sidewalks, drinking heavily while others were passed out on the ground. He didn't know much about this holiday, but it seemed it was used as an excuse for humans to lose total control of themselves. He would have found the whole ordeal completely ridiculous if he didn't have something more important to focus on.
Unconsciously, he squeezed her hand, needing to reassure himself that she was still there. He pushed past a few more people and led them into the few empty alleyways. "I'm sorry," although they no longer run the risk of losing each other in the crowds, he didn't let go of her hand. "It was never my intention to make you doubt our relationship or my feelings for you," he said. He saw that she wanted to speak, but he stopped her. He needed to say his peace first before anything else. His inability to be a good partner led to her having doubts. He had caused her to believe he was embarrassed by their relationship when, in reality, all he wanted to do was shout to the heavens that she was his, and he was hers. "I swear, no matter where we are in the future or what may happen, my feelings for you will never waver. I love you, Momo." They could all die tomorrow, and he would love her until his dying breath. She had hold of his heart for over a century and he doubted even being born into a new life would stop him from loving her. They could be reborn a thousand times over, and all he needed to do was look into those beautiful brown eyes, and he would fall in love all over again.
Said eyes began to shine as his words made her heart skip a beat. "Toshiro…," licked her lips, feeling so overcome with emotions. His staring at her lips did not go unnoticed by her. "I love you too!" Throwing herself into his arms, making sure to bring their conjoined hands up to her chest so that he could feel her heartbeat. To know what she felt for him was real. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I did back there. I was just…frustrated." She frowned, feeling so embarrassed by how she acted in front of everyone. She had told herself she wouldn't act so childish anymore, yet she had just acted so spoiled.
"Shiro-chan is so popular now, and I'm annoyed no one takes me seriously as your girlfriend!"
"Popular?" He wrapped his free arm around her body, head craning back slightly so that he could get a better look at her face. "What do you mean?" He wasn't arrogant enough to think he was the best captain in all of the Seireitei, but he could at least say he was respected. He knew that those who were in his squad respected him and didn't question his orders.
Hinamori sighed, she knew he wouldn't get it. "Now that you're more adult, other girls keep taking advantage." She had been there to witness many flirting attempts. While news of their relationship had spread throughout the community, that didn't stop some people. While none had been daring enough to try when she was around him, she had walked in on many acting a little too friendly, touching him or making comments about his appearance. While he never once returned the advances, he also didn't stop them.
Teal eyes blinked at her in confusion. His facial expression was blank as he stared down at her form. "You did know they were flirting with you, right?" She asked, realization slowly dawning on her. By the way, he slowly turned his head to the side and refused to meet her gaze, saying all she needed to know. She cried out, burying her face in his sweater. "He didn't even notice!" She mentally cried, yelling at herself for making such a big deal out of nothing. She had never been so embarrassed before in her life.
Hitsugaya felt embarrassed himself. He had always considered himself to be very self-aware. He could easily spot when others felt disdain towards him or were putting on airs; however, it seemed he still had his blind spots. How long said advances were going on by the females that surrounded him, he had no idea. He could at least assume it occurred after he had hit his growth spurt. If there had been any others before, he would have needed to refocus on his training in some areas. "Yes, well…" he cleared his throat, already forming a new training regime in his head. He would also need to have a conversation with Matsumoto. Perhaps all that teasing she had been doing about him being a hot new item wasn't just all nonsense as he had deemed it. "While I was unaware of such attempts, none of that matters. They aren't you," and this statement was the truth. While he had missed all these supposed advances, he knew the reason why he never picked up on them. To him, all the others around him were just comrades. Those who worked in his squad or were part of the Seireitei. He would protect them, but not the way he would for her.
The entire world could be burning, but he wouldn't rest until he knew she was safe. He had meant what he said all those years ago during the war. Even if it meant he lost his title as a captain, he would do whatever it took to ensure she was safe. She was his priority. He didn't care much about what the others did around him, but he paid extra attention to everything she did. When she started doing the tea ceremonies with Unohana, he always made sure to stock up on the specific teas and sweets she raved about. If she enjoyed a new book, he would ask to borrow it so they would have something to talk about. If he saw even a hint of tears in her eyes, he wanted to know all the details so he could figure out how to stop them and make her feel better. Also to know who may have caused said tears as they would need to receive divine punishment for making her cry. "My inexperience in such matters caused you to feel such worries, and for that, I am so sorry," he brought their conjoined hands up to his lips so that he could kiss the back of her hand. "But none of that matters because they don't matter. You're the one who has my heart, and I hope you'll always have mine as well." Should she require, he would declare to the entire Seireitei that he was hers. She could claim him as if he were property, and he would not mind. After all, everything that was Hitsugaya Toshiro belonged to Hinamori Momo.
"Me too!" She finally let go of his hand so that she could use both her arms to wrap around his waist and hold him tight against her body. All she wanted at that moment was to be as close to him as possible. "I only want to be with you and nobody else!" Standing on the tips of her toes, she brushed her lips against his.
Ice was his homeland; it was what made him who he was. Heat was his enemy, but the warmth she always made spread through his body was welcoming. He never wanted to be without this feeling. Returning the kiss, he held her face in his hands, slowly opening his mouth to slip his tongue in her. Tilting her head back ever so slightly, she moaned softly as the kiss deepened. Slowly, his body started to become alive as he brushed a certain part of himself against her.
"Get a room!" Loud shouts and laughter broke them out of their own little world. Pulling back, they softly panted, breathing heavily as they hadn't realized they needed air. Slowly, they turned to look out of the alleyway and saw the group of people that were gesturing their way, talking animatedly with their friends as they pointed and made jokes.
Hitsugaya scoffed, pulling her closer to shield her from their sights. "Bastards," he cursed softly, feeling annoyed that they interrupted them but, at the same time, knew it was needed. What he felt now was not appropriate for outside with so many people. "Let's return home for now," it would take them a bit of a way to make it to Urahara's and then back to his quarters, but he was fine with that. While he would have preferred for them to continue, he also wasn't in a big hurry. So long as he got to spend the night with her, he would be more than pleased.
"Um…actually," Hinamori shuffled in his embrace, reaching into the pocket of her maid costume to pull out a black and white key card. With only slight hesitation, she showed it to him. "Taicho told me that this night can get pretty wild, so he had us book our own hotel rooms." He had told her about this so-called mission a few nights ago. He had experienced Halloween many times since he went into hiding in the human world over a hundred years ago. While the holiday customs had changed over time, he said the latest tradition of partying all night long in Shibuya could get pretty wild. He had them make reservations for their own rooms so they could rest for the night if things got too crazy.
He felt a slight twitch in him for the sudden gratitude he felt towards the fifth division captain. While he somewhat respected him, he was annoyed by him to no end. Mostly because he affectionally referred to Hinamori as his daughter and tried more than once to interrupt their dates. However, at this moment, he was rather pleased with the blond-haired man. "Well then," he leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Led the way."
It hadn't taken them much time at all to make it back to the hotel and up to her room. Hinamori couldn't recall if they had used Shunpo or just speed-walked past the crowd, which had gotten rowdier as the night went on. He hadn't let go of her once the whole way to the hotel. Even as they entered the elevator, a mini party was happening inside the small space, he held her close. Keeping one arm wrapped around her waist, he pulled her closer to his body as the others seemed not even to take notice of them. They were so close she could feel how fast his heart was racing.
When they made it to her floor, she nearly jumped out of the elevator to guide him to her room. She had been so pleased before to have the space at the very end of the hallway, but now she cursed at how far away it was. It took about three attempts for her key actually to swipe and connect with the automatic lock, but when the door was finally open, she felt her feet leave the group. Suddenly, she was rushed inside the now locked room; her body pushed up against the door as a hot mouth covered her own that was half open from an unreleased gasp. His tongue seemed to dominate hers, swirling around inside her mouth as he titled their heads, making the kiss deepen. Much like he had down back in the alley. Onlynow, they were alone, and she didn't have to hold back the pleasure she was feeling.
Nimble hands of his began to undo her costume. Untying the knots in her apron while seemingly also unbuttoning the top layers of her dress. The white lace bra she had worn that night was exposed to him. Cool fingers ran down her exposed skin, making her shiver, but she did not flee from this touch; she pushed her body even closer. He fondled her one breast, thumb running over the hardened nipple he could feel through the lace fabric. She arched into his touch.
She could feel his lower half grow harder the more she moaned. Steadying herself better, she moved her hand to cup his hardened dick in his pants. He hissed, reeling back from the kiss as her soft hand began to massage him through the fabric. The bulge he had been trying to keep under control since the alley was now coming to life. She could feel how stiff he was under his clothes, and she wanted to make him feel as good as he was making her.
With great care, he picked her up, crossed the threshold into the room, and gently placed her on the bed. Ripping off his own clothes till he stood before her naked, he took a moment to take in the beautiful sight before him. There she lay, her face flushed as the cat ears remained in place on her head. The tail, along with the apron and their shoes, were discarded at the front entrance. Her dress was half open, revealing the lace undergarments she had chosen to wear, but the red bow remained neatly tied around her neck.
By the gods, she was beautiful.
Not wanting to waste a second, he climbed onto the bed and pushed her dress upwards until she was exposed to him. Uttering a soft apology, he ripped the stockings that covered her entrance. The sight of the white panties already wet from her made him groan. Without a second thought, he pushed them back and began to lick at her entrance. Hinamori gasped, her head thrown back onto the soft pillows on which she was lying. She could feel his tongue lick at the most sensitive part of her body. How he took his time but was so bold in his actions. She cried out, legs quivering at the sensation of her being devoured.
Hands shaking, she unbuttoned the rest of her dress and unclipped her bra. She felt she was wearing too many clothes and wanted to feel his body flushed against hers. Her nimble fingers began to pinch at her own breasts, making her already quivering body shake even more. What he was doing to her was sending her over the edge, but she wanted more. He seemed to have noticed her reaction as his movements increased. His tongue entered her, licking at the juices that were dripping out until she was crying out for him.
Teal eyes glanced up at her, his gaze burning as he took in the sight of her rubbing her own breasts as she came down from her climax. She wore nothing but the cat ears on her head, the ribbon still around her neck but had now come loose, and the stockings, while ripped, remained on as well. He licked his lips, the desire he felt for her growing by the second.
Crawling up, he placed a brief kiss on her lips, whispering sweet nothings against her flesh as he slowly inserted his member into her.
They both moaned in pleasure as their bodies joined as one. Only about half of him was inside her but the more he rocked back and forth, the more of him he was able to fit inside slowly. Her hands that once cupped her breasts were now held back above her head in his grip as his free hand pinched her nipple while his mouth was assaulting her other breast. She cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist, brown eyes watching as his tongue circled her nipple before teeth gently gnawed on the flesh. She rocked her hips against his, trying to make the pleasure they were both feeling intensify. He was doing so much to make her feel good, and she wanted to make sure he was, too.
By how his hips picked up their pace and he had forgone holding back her hands so that he could place them both on her waist, it was working. He grunted and groaned like an animal, making such noises that made her heart skip a beat with excitement. This was a Hitsugaya no one else got to see. How he could come undone and let loose in such a manner, and she was the only one special enough to witness it. The thought alone made her tighten up, causing him to hiss. All of him was inside her now. She could feel the way the tip of his member was poking at her, how her hips were flushed against his, and his balls even seemed to hit her ass at times.
Calloused hands lifted her, making her lower half come off the soft sheets as he bent her nearly in half, making her knees fall over his shoulders. She cried out, hands coming up to grip his arms as she tried to brace herself to withstand this new feeling.
In the midst of it all, he had leaned down to kiss her. Their tongues once again entered the same song and dance that had started their night off this way. He pushed himself in and out of her lower half, holding tight to her body as he felt the need for the release coming. At times, he could adjust himself, ensuring that she felt the same pleasure and that he would not finish before her. He would not leave this room without her being completely satisfied. With one last thrust, he finished inside her as her pussy gripped tight to his member and she came along with him.
They lay there for a moment, panting heavily as they let soak in what just happened.
"Shiro…" she whispered, her mind blank of all other things, but she felt the need to call his name.
Sharp eyes looked down at the raven beauty before him. Her body glistened with sweat; the chest he had been playing with was moving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. One nipple was a little red from where he had been biting at it. The cat ears and ribbon somehow still rested in their same spots. The stockings she wore had been ripped a bit more, and the area around her stomach had droplets of cum decorating her flesh. He hadn't realized he had come so much, and some had somehow shot out onto her body. "She's beautiful," it was a thought he couldn't stop thinking. How he wished there was another word to describe her, and he knew that there were, but his mind couldn't come up with any other right now.
Slowly pulling out of her body, he shuddered slightly as the cool breeze of the room hit his still-hard member. He took in the sight of her figure trembling softly; the cum he had just released inside her were now dripping out and onto the white sheets. A part of him had been inside her, marking her inner walls as his own. "She's mine," it was a primal thought, the more possessive side of him that appeared. This was a sight for his eyes only, and he would kill anyone else should they ever dare and attempt to try and see this.
With great care, he placed his hands back on her hips and slowly lifted her up. Soft hands rested on his biceps; and chocolate-like brown eyes looked into his own as she tilted her head ever so slightly to the side. Silently asking him what he was doing. Smiling, he kissed her lips softly. While he loved the intense moment they just had, he also cherished the sweet and tender moments they shared together as well.
His hands moved from her hips to cup her butt, making her cheeks part as he slowly raised her lower half up and placed her back down on her member. He entered her once more.
Hinamori cried out instantly as he went back inside her body again. She was still so sensitive from having orgasms just moments ago. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms and legs around his body, seeking comfort as she unknowingly made him enter deeper inside her. She could feel the tip of him poking at her womb from this angle. He grunted, kissing the side of her face as he thrust up into her body. She whimpered into his ear, commenting on how big he was, how her body felt so hot, and that he was making her into such a pervert for coming again so soon. Her words only encouraged him to continue, hands holding her steady as he entered in and out of her wet core once again.
That was how their night progressed.
He ended up coming inside her once again. She swore it felt like he had somehow gotten bigger since they started. She could only cry out in pleasure as he held her body close, grunting his own desires into her ear as he held her body close. There wasn't an inch of space between them, her breasts rubbing against his own chest, causing her nipples to brush against his skin and making her go crazy. She wanted him to play with them so badly, and this soft teasing was almost maddening. Just when she thought about pushing away, he picked up the pace, making her forget about everything else and only focusing on his penis, which felt as though it was reshaping her body. Making her see stars every time he thrusted back inside her.
Somehow, they had made their way from the bed, and she held herself up against the windows. She stood on one leg, turned on her side, and with her other leg thrown up over his forearm hooked behind her knee. She couldn't tell you the number of times she's cum or if he even had left her body to bring her over. All she knew was that her words were failing her, and the only thing she seemed to be able to do was moan his name.
Shaking arms were doing their best to hold up her body as she braced herself against the glass that went from the ceiling to the ground. She could feel the cat ears rock on her head, almost threatening to fall off, but never did. The ribbon bounced up and down around her collarbone, the bright red coloring catching her attention occasionally. The stockings she wore had been ruined, rips and holes were scattered about, and so were stains of his cum that were leaking out of her at this very moment.
She cried out when he came again, her inside painted white by his cum, but he didn't stop. Not wasting a second, his hips moved again as he continued to penetrate her body. He turned her head to lean down and kiss her gaping lips. She found she couldn't be bothered to care how loud she was, and her cries only encouraged him. All she could focus on was the pleasure she was feeling at this very moment. His free hand fondled her breast, stroking the soft flesh as he played and twisted with her nipple. They had learned early on in their sexual encounters that her breasts were very sensitive. He always made sure to play with them to make her feel the best. He thrusted in and out of her at such speed she was impressed that she could keep her balance on only one leg. However, in the back of her mind, she knew he was the one supporting them both.
Her tongue wrapped around his, sometimes, she swore he was like a dragon in the old fairytales, trying to devour and hoard the things he wanted most. She whimpered when he turned his body a bit more, hitting a part of her insides that always made her toes curl. "Toshiro…" she cried out for him, encouraging him to do more to her. To not let this pleasure they were feeling ever stop, that she wanted so much more.
He felt the same, not once stopping his hips, even as they came together over and over again. He had released inside her many times throughout the night. His heart soared at the view of his cum leaking out of her, coating her insides white from his semen as she begged for more. He could feel himself becoming obsessed with such a sight.
Their night had been a long one, continuing until the early hours of dawn, when they finally collapsed from exhaustion.
Only with the bright midday sun peaking through the unclosed blinds did Hitsugaya awaken. His body felt stiff, and his mind foggy from lack of sleep. It took him a moment to register where he was. He knew Momo was by his side; he could recognize her no matter how exhausted he was. Her naked form was curled against his own, her head resting in the crock of his neck as she let out soft, content snores. The red ribbon had finally fallen loose, scattered about somewhere in their room, and the stockings and underwear were thoroughly ruined as they lay at the bottom of the trash bin. He wasn't sure when it happened or how, but he was now the one wearing the cat ears.
Throwing them off to the side, he turned to his side so that he could bring her in closer. Dry lips placed a chaste kiss on her soft raven locks. He smiled at how she snuggled in more into his side, sighing contently in her sleep. As much as he wanted to look at this scene for longer, his exhaustion was returning. He knew without a doubt he probably had a dozen missed calls from their group, and there would be a mountain of paperwork waiting for him, but none of that mattered at this moment. Because in this moment, she was in his arms and that was all that mattered.