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Flowers and Strawberry	By : RaizenYusuke Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female > Ichigo/Orihime Views: 34718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach nor am I making any money off of this. I am writing for fun.

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Here is the next chapter and the actual smut. I tried to make it tasteful and smutty as well. The title of this story is a play on the first chapter of Bleach, Death and Strawberry. This chapter is a play on Deathberry chapter. Orihime’s name means princess. Flower stands for her Shun Shun Rikka which means the Six Flowers of Hibiscus Shield or Six Princess Shielding Flowers. Flowerberry is of course the union of Ichigo and Orihime. My god I am so clever (says me sarcastically).
“Did you enjoy hanging out with Tatsuki today?” He thought starting a conversation would help take his mind off of more dangerous thoughts. He flopped down on her couch. Orihime wasn’t far behind.
She too sat on the couch, right next to him. In fact she left no space between them. Immediately she crossed her legs, hiking up her gray skirt mid-way up to her thighs. She had seen this done so many times in movies that she had to try it out. It always worked in the movies, so it should work for her. At least she hoped it would. Orihime knew for a fact that Ichigo liked her legs. One time she had caught him staring at her legs while they were watching a movie on T.V. At that time her cheeks were dashed with patches of red and she ignored his gaze. Now her cheeks were free of any red coloring and relished his stare. Brushing her red-orange hair out to catch his attention the woman with the powers of a god revived her playful expression. This time she added an inviting smile to it. Ichigo having caught sight of her hair after it hit his arm when she brushed it turned to see her legs crossed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his orbs bulge out of their sockets.
‘Perfect! He looks so flushed now. I am wearing him down,’ she thought happily. Orihime took a quick breath before answering, “Oh yes! I had a lot of fun with Tatsuki-chan today! We played games and went to our favorite café to hangout.” She grabbed his arm and moved even closer to him. He shook to her delight. She was having a huge effect on him. Orihime could feel the hard muscles that had built up on his arm, courtesy of his old shinigami training. Her face flared up with mild arousal. God she loved his physique. Giving into temptation Orihime stroked his arm. Yes, she liked what she felt. This man was a tasty treat waiting to be unwrapped.
Orihime’s actions were only making the tightness in his pants worse. Everything felt so confined and tense. He just wanted to get up and take a deep breath, but his naïve girlfriend was holding on too tight. It seemed he would just have to endure it. “I am glad you enjoyed yourself. It just sucks I didn’t have today off, so we could spend it together.”
“But we are spending time together now,” she reminded. Two of her slender fingers found themselves on his lap. Again he shuddered. “Ichigo, lately it seems like we are having less time to ourselves.” She inched her fingers upwards. Ichigo panicked. She was coming way too close. Curse her naivety. If she only knew what she was doing to him, what she was bringing out she would cease her actions. The worse came when he felt something very soft brush against his arm.
‘Shit, are those her breasts?’ He stole a glance. His thought had been correct. Orihime had brushed her body and breasts up against his arm. His manhood now stood fully erect, throbbing painfully. Why did his girlfriend’s body have to be a tease? His mind was becoming clouded with sinful thoughts. He wanted her so bad that he could just break out of her grasp, throw her on the couch, and have his way with her. She would praise him and yearn for more. ‘Fuck, keep it together Kurosaki. Remember this is Orihime. Control yourself.’
Orihime continued, “I am so glad that we get some time to ourselves right now. No studying or hanging out with Tatsuki-chan, Ishida-kun, and the others, just spending time to ourselves.” On impulse Orihime planted her lips on his neck.
“Uh!” Ichigo groaned. Orihime started leave small love bites on the side of his neck. Damn it! He loved when she did that. “Orihime.” Fuck is that what his voice sounded like now? It was so pathetic. The goddess moved to his throat then to his cheek, and finally stopping at his lips. “Orihime,” he said in between kisses. There was more force in his voice this time.
“Hmm, what is it, Ichigo-kun?” she asked in such a soft tone that his ears recoiled in satisfaction.
Fighting back the lust that was coming ever closer to consuming him Ichigo quickly formed words from the remaining rational part of his mind. “We probably shouldn’t be doing this.” She gave him quick kiss.
“Why? We’ve kissed lots of times before.” An impish smile graced her plush lips. “I really like when we kiss and I know you really like when we kiss too.” Her fingers having completed their journey now hovered along with the rest of her hand just above his crotch. Hazel eyes discovered the bulge. ‘Ichigo has an erection. No time to have second thoughts. If I don’t do this now I’ll probably never convince him to stop holding back.’ She leaned in for another kiss, but he turned his cheek to her.
Solemn and forlorn attached themselves to the normally scowling face. “Orihime, I can’t.”
“Why?” she posed the long unanswered question that had plagued her for weeks. He remained silent. A small frown formed on her face. Not this again. He was shutting her out. He was always there for her, but she would have fight tooth and nail to get him let down his shields and share his worries with her. “Ichigo,” her voice was firm and commanding. “Look at me.” The ex-substitute ignored her. Unwilling to allow this Orihime put her hands on his face and forced him to look her in the eye. He had no choice but to look at her. “Don’t do that. You promised you would try to keep me in. You always keep your promises to me, so please tell me what is wrong. Why do you want to stop?”
Shame his old friend paid another visit to his face. How could he tell her about his lust filled thoughts? The way he had thought of her was unforgivable.
“Ichigo,” she called, bringing him out of his guilt ridden thoughts. “I won’t judge you. I’ll listen. Please tell me,” she pleaded.
He smiled. There was no reason for it. When he looked into her eyes, those big doe-like, light brown eyes it brought him reassurance. They told him that things were going to be ok. They brought him hope. The hope filled stare of hers is what summoned that honest smile. For giving him that he had no choice, but to be truthful to her. “I can’t kiss you because I am losing control of myself, of my body,” he admitted. She urged him to continue with a simple look. Their months together allowed him decipher it with no problems. “When I kiss you I feel this rush of emotions, like happiness, tranquility, and this love. I feel your emotions, your love for me. But there are other emotions that aren’t pure, lust. I can’t help, but want you.” He wanted to look away from her, but her small hands kept his face locked to hers.
“Ichigo,” she stated, hoping he understood the meaning hidden within.
He acknowledged her with a nod. He understood the words hidden beneath her statement. “I don’t like to think these thoughts about you. Orihime, I love you. We’ve been together for four months and we’ve strengthened our bond for the past ten months since I lost my powers. You are so precious to me. I cherish you and our bond. I feel ashamed that I let my hormones get the better of me. The desire I feel for you gets stronger. When we kiss I can feel myself slipping. My hands start acting on their own and I touch you, like when I groped your breasts. I know its natural, but I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want, Orihime. I want you to be ready for this before we have sex. I can’t kiss you now because I am so close to the edge. I don’t think I can stop myself this time. I don’t want you to regret anything.” He prepared for her to tell him off for having no self-control, for thinking of her as a mere object of lust, to tell him to leave. She did the unpredictable and kissed him. What was more surprising was the force behind it and the yearning that consumed him, threatening to burn away at his very flesh. Unable to resist her passion Ichigo returned the kiss with the same amount of passion and desire that Orihime had. Overwhelmed by his long chained up lust Ichigo pressed against that wanton tease of a body of hers, forcing her to lie on the couch with himself on top of her. The carrot top man greedily tasted her lips and ran his tongue inside of her mouth to explore. Her tongue greeted his, while the small moan he had day dreamed about rushed out of her mouth. His ears caught the moan. Ichigo couldn’t help, but feel excitement.
He could feel her adjusting her body from beneath him. Concern emerged within him. “What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly. He started to look her over to find any speck that was out of place.
Orihime presented him with a small smile that she reserved just for him. “Nothing is wrong,” she reassured him. “I am just trying to get into a better position.” The healer freed her leg from under the former vizard, spreading her legs apart slightly. Now his throbbing erection was stationed right above her clothed heat. Ichigo smirked down at her. He placed left hand on her right knee. His index finger traced a small circle on it, tickling her smooth supple skin. Orihime giggled in response.
“God you are beautiful,” Ichigo said in tone that could only be described as admiration and astonishment. He studied her figure with a fascination that no man had ever had with her. It was lustful, but loving and apologetic for even looking upon her with such desire.
“Ichigo, please,” she uttered.
There was something in her voice that made his spine chill. He frantically laid hot and desperate kisses on her throat. For his efforts he was rewarded with her low erotic charged moans. He never felt so close to losing all control since he had to wrestle his inner hollow for control of his body. The hollow was gone along with Zangetsu, so whom was he wrestling with for control of his body now?
“Ichigo….” She said in the same erotically charged voice.
His name was becoming her new mantra. It was akin to prayer or worship. His body became so rigid from her mantra. His manhood’s struggle to break free from the confinements only worsened. ‘Fuck,’ he mental cursed. He lazily dragged his lips from her throat to collar bone. Her fingers found themselves in his long orange mane. They ran through the deceivingly soft spikes, applying ample pressure to keep his head were it was. Not that she needed to. He had no intentions of leaving just yet. Her heaving bosom teased his chest unintentionally. That was nothing new though. Her mounds always teased him unintentionally and plagued his dreams. The patience for it had run out for him. He let out groan. His right hand hastily grabbed her left breast. Soon a frown formed. Orihime could even feel it against her sensitive skin. The source of his dissatisfaction was the material of her bra covering her glorious mounds. He preferred to feel the softness of her naked breast. Whenever their kissing sessions led to his caresses the “girls” as she sometimes called them he or Orihime would make sure to pull down her bra.
Sensing his uneasiness Orihime pulled his head away from her, which he complied with. Confused by what his goddess intent was Ichigo stared blankly at her. Orihime swiftly reached for the clasp of her bra and undid it. She unbuttoned her shirt, fully opening it and exposing her bare torso to him for the first time. She slipped out of her shirt. Normally she would either pull her cups down or allow him to do it. She hadn’t ever pulled her shirt up or off. Feeling very self-conscious the healer turned her head away from him, while stared shamelessly at her semi-naked hour glass shaped torso. When she made no move to continue he took it as a sign and pulled down the lavender pink straps off her shoulders. She trembled as he did such. Anxiety caused his hand to shake. Cautiously his hand reached for the garment. If an outside observer had been looking in they may have thought he was dealing with a sensitive bomb. Hand still shaking as the weight of their actions was sinking in, Ichigo removed the bra. His chocolate brown eyes witnessed Orihime’s naked breasts for the first time. Although he had seen this vision countless time in his dreams the actual sight blew his mind away. Her bright pink nipples stood just as erect as his member. He cemented this image into his mind. Ichigo never wanted to forget it. This moment would become a cherished memory.
Hormones flaring up Ichigo greedily took hold of her large breasts. He could barely get his hands around them. He could never grasp just how soft they were. This had to be fantasy or some form of fiction. To prove to himself that this was indeed reality Ichigo gave them a light squeeze. He was fearful he would lose control of his strength and cause her bodily harm.
“Uh, Ichigo that feels good,” Orihime complimented. His touch was always gentle and she appreciated it. Her breasts were sensitive and a hard touch could be very painful to her. However, she wasn’t a fragile doll. He could add more force to his touch. She would praise him to build up his confidence and allow him to come to that realization on his own. She kissed him square in the mouth. When it ended she kept her sights directly on him. Her cheeks were still flushed.
Swelling with new confidence Ichigo gave the orbs of flesh and fat a tighter squeeze, but he still held back. The memories of his first time caressing Orihime’s breasts flooded his mind. He was sloppy and forceful. The tears that had formed in the eyes he loved so much would forever be burned into his mind. It was the suffering he had caused her for allowing his hormones to take control of him. Since then he always made sure to be gentle with his Hime.
“Mm,” Orihime groaned. “Ichigo, please stop holding back?” Surprised by her request he let out a small gasp. “You are afraid you’ll hurt me, but don’t hold yourself back on my account. I want us both to enjoy this. The first time we did this you were to rough, but if that didn’t happen you wouldn’t know that you needed to be gentler. We are going to have to experiment until we can find the right way to do things. Try squeezing a little harder. I won’t break. If it hurts I’ll tell you and then you’ll know what not to do.”
A proud smirk fell upon his lips. “You always seem to know what to say to put me at ease. You are something else, Orihime.” The young woman flashed him with his personal smile. He followed his goddess wishes and allowed more force to his touch. He watched as his fingers sunk within the flesh of her breasts. It felt like they would be absorbed by the softness. She cried, causing him to panic. “Orihime, I am sorry….”
She interrupted him, “No, it felt really good, but it was a little painful. Try to be a little gentler.” He nodded. After a few more trials and errors Ichigo discovered the perfect touch. His caresses brought the healer’s inner desires to the surface. Her entire body was set aflame. She had these skillful hands to thank for the pleasure coursing through her. The room was filled with her cries of passion. They became louder and more untamed. “This feels really good,” she stated aloud. Wishing to repay him for his efforts Orihime renewed her own attack on him. Her hands snuck their way under his shirt, feeling his hard abs and the forming pecs that were becoming more defined with each day. Her plush lips hastily moved across his lips, chin, throat, nose, and even forehead. He broke away from her to her annoyance. That annoyance would dissipate quickly enough. Ichigo plunged at her right mound. He closed his mouth around her nipple and started to suck on it. “Oh god!” she cried. Her head pushed itself back against the couch. Her eyelids closed, as she fully immersed herself into this new sensation. She could feel panties become wet, evidence of her arousal. “Oh, oh, this feels so good.” She sounded so stupid saying the same thing over and over again. It wasn’t her fault though. Her brain was being overloaded with this wonderful sensation that he gave her. She didn’t realize that his hand returned to her left mound to massage it.
Hearing her voice resonate with pleasure had made him happy. Happy, that he was able to bring such joy to the woman who had given him her heart and lessened the deep pain left by the loss of his powers. His hunger increased tenfold. The savage instinct that the hollow once claimed he lacked made itself known. It told him claim this woman below him, to make her his. That thought seemed flawed to him. Orihime was already his. She had given herself to him fully. It wasn’t the physical sense, but she had presented him with her heart. Reason as the hollow and the apparition of Kenpachi had once told him seemed to have little place with his savage instinct. It continued to scream at him to make Orihime his through consummation He alternated to her left breast. Already his tongue lavished the awaiting nipple. He traced a circle before renewing his sucking. Her nectar was creeping out of her womanhood, soaking the cotton material of her undergarment. The goddess was being pushed to the edge. She couldn’t stand this anymore. Her own lust had possessed her body. She wanted to give him pleasure and not just be on the receiving end. Orihime pulled him away from her chest.
“What’s wrong?” Ichigo received no verbal answer. Instead Orihime rolled him over, reversing their positions. Ichigo landed on his back. The shock on his face was priceless. “Orihime….”
“It’s not fair that only I get to feel good. It is Ichigo’s turn to feel good,” she proclaimed. Ichigo wanted to know what exactly that pertained to. Orihime forced his school coat off his shoulders. He helped by freeing his arms and lifted himself up just enough for her to remove it. She threw it to the floor. Next she pulled his shirt off. She coaxed him with a rather passionate kiss to lift his arms. Hypnotized by her he quickly followed her wishes and in no time his shirt was gone. This time Orihime found herself staring at Ichigo shamelessly. Shinigami training really did wonders for his physique. The six pack he had been developing had formed nicely. The muscles in his arms had swollen quite a bit in comparison to what they were when they first started high school. Unconsciously her hands started stroking them. Feeling their hardness excited her. She finished up by going over his shoulders and rested them on his still forming pecs. The healer pushed him ever so gently. He obeyed her wishes once more and fell back to the couch. Orihime fell with him. She attacked with sloppy and hot breathed kisses over his muscles. Now it was his moans that invaded her apartment. She left a trail of kisses from his nipples, to stomach, his bellybutton, and lower until she found herself station above his crotch. Without hesitation she unzipped his pants. His white boxers were being stretched to their limits, judging by the bulge she saw.
Nervousness took hold of her. ‘Ok this is it. I am about to see Ichigo’s p-pe, thing,’ she said unable to use the proper name. “Phew,” she breathed out. ‘Here goes nothing.’ She pulled at the waistband, unleashing the hardened penis. The moment her eyes laid on it the most powerful blush she had ever felt crashed right onto her face. It just stood there tall and proud just like Ichigo did when he was in battle. The size surprised her. He seemed larger than the average size she saw in health class. The slender fingers wrapped around the shaft. Pausing to feel the thickness against her fingers for only a second Orihime started to stroke it up and down, hoping to create an enjoyable sensation.
“Ah, shit….Orihime that is….” Ichigo couldn’t finish. He had ignored his erection for so long now that the moment her hands took hold of it his mind was in pure bliss. She started off slow, but she soon picked up speed. Her grip had tightened as well. “Yes, Orihime please keep going,” he pleaded.
“Yes, Ichigo,” she said in serious manner. The red-orange haired woman had taken it upon herself to pleasure him. Unlike her Ichigo’s moans were rough and loud. “Babe,” he cried. He could feel some of his semen leaking from his head.
He seemed to be ready to explode. Her strokes ceased. She lowered her head onto his throbbing penis. She took his head into her mouth. Her tongue licked it timidly, drawing the bit of white essence that had escaped. The taste was sour, but kind of salty. Ichigo’s moans became more frantic. The sounds enticed her into doing more. She wanted to hear more of his moans. The healer licked the head a few more times before she started to suck the tip of his member as though it were a lollipop. Ichigo writhed in gratification. Finding more of her courage and losing her hesitation the woman took more of him into her mouth until she could take no more. She started to bob her head up and down.
“Oooohhhhh!” moaned a helpless Ichigo. Truly he was at this woman’s mercy. Her pace was quickening. She had no rhythm to speak of. It did not deter the young woman though. Her breath tickled his shaft and caused it to pulsate more. She found a rhythm after about a minute. The young man below her praises increased. The ex-substitute could feel his orgasm building up. “Orihime, I am about to cum,” he warned her.
Understanding his warning Orihime released it just as the eruption that was his climax occurred. She watched as his now deflated member was stained with his own semen. “Ah,” he sighed in content. Orihime got off the couch and disappeared from the room. Within half a minute she returned with a napkin. Being the helpful person she was Orihime passed him the napkin. Ichigo thanked her.
“Did you really like it?” she asked. She observed as he wiped of the evidence of his release clean from his now soft member.
He shot her a glare of disbelief. “Hell yeah I liked it.”
She chuckled at his antics. “I am glad.”
Ichigo shifted his position so that his back was now resting on the couch’s back and his feet returned to the floor. He patted on the cushion next to him. Orihime took that as sign to sit down next to him. “Orihime, I can return the favor. I am sure you want to cum too.”
“Yes,” Orihime replied simply. She thankful he worded it in such a way that she wouldn’t have to say cum.
“So then does that mean you want me to…um you know….touch you there?” Ichigo couldn’t bring himself to say vagina or pussy in front of her. Those words were not anything bad. It was just that he couldn’t help, but think of his Hime as a pure innocent woman despite the acts she just performed on him.
Orihime replied, “Yes, I want you to touch me there, my pussy.” God it took her all her strength to say that word. Tatsuki told her that it turned guys on when they talked dirty. She referred to her vagina as pussy.
Ichigo was stunned by her use of the word, but he did not verbalize it. He discarded the napkin into his pocket. The young man went down on his knees and positioned himself in front of Orihime. She spread her legs open, revealing the lavender pink panties. They had a wet stain in the center. He removed the cotton garment to expose her wet pink organ. Her nectar had stained her inner thighs. Ichigo stared at her heat, studying her arousal and how it had inflamed itself.
Orihime covered her face before she let out a nervous squeak. “Please don’t stare so much. It is embarrassing.”
Ichigo had no idea why she was embarrassed. He thought every inch of her was beautiful including her vagina. “Don’t be embarrassed. You are beautiful,” he said unashamed and honestly. He heard another squeak from her. This one wasn’t from embarrassment, but one of glee. She had taken her hands away from her face. Her beautiful dazzling hazel eyes glimmered with love. She looked like she wanted to say something, but she remained silent. Ichigo finally took action. He hiked up her skirt and brushed two his fingers over her folds. It was warm and wet. His Hime let out another small yet throaty moan. He repeated the process, coaxing another moan from her. Ichigo inserted a finger inside of her starved heat. Her folds were dripping from her juices. Orihime made no objections to his invasion. Assuming she was fine he started to pump his long digit in and out of her. Her moaning had become so charged, yet they her tone was still so low. It drove him mad. He could feel his cock stiffen.
Orihime reveled in her gratification. She wanted more. “Oh, add another finger please?” she politely asked.
Chuckling at her politeness even in this situation Ichigo added a second digit. He pumped slowly, experimenting as she had suggested.
The healer’s womanhood became very agitated. He was going too slowly. All he was doing was teasing her and she had enough of that. “Go faster.” Obeying her command Ichigo increased his pace to her satisfaction. “Oh yes just like that. Now touch my clitoris.” She directed him to the place of she yearned to be touched. He pressed against the clit with his thumb. She rocked her hips forward to meet his thrusts. Her insides curled around Ichigo’s fingers, dampening them. Her breathing became more erratic. Sweat formed on her forehead. She was positively glowing.
Ichigo’s manhood was revived by this goddess’ deliciously sinful body. He wanted to put his erection inside of her so badly, but he still had not repaid her for all she had given him. He removed his soaking fingers from warm folds. He then ran his tongue across her nub.
Alarmed by this unfamiliar wetness Orihime jumped. Amused by her reaction Ichigo grinned. He lapped the leaking womanhood. His taste buds devoured her juices. It was an odd taste. He couldn’t say he liked or disliked it. If he tasted it more he would acquire a taste for it. The slender fingers found themselves curled around the bright orange locks. She pressed his head against her core. Orihime’s body quaked. Her mind was going blank. “Ichigo….Ichigo…..yes….oh, Ichigo!” she moaned. Hearing her chant his name over and over increased his hunger for her. His tongue stroked her clit. The volume of her moans increased after he had struck her nub. Realizing this Ichigo pressed tongue against it even harder, like before her moans gotten louder. He could feel her grip tighten on his hair. “I….I am so close….Ichigo.” He gave her one last hard lick. Her body began to shake as she was enthralled by the bliss of her first orgasms not brought on by herself. Her sweet nectar poured onto his tongue. Ichigo swallowed it.
“Thank you so much, Ichigo.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but he could hear the bliss she experienced echo loudly within her tone.
He got to his feet. His chest went in and out rapidly. He watched as Orihime’s own chest heaving in and out. The thin layer of sweat that had formed on her body called out to his savage nature. His throbbing cock demanded release. “Can I put it in?”
Her light brown eyes met his dark brown eyes. They exchanged what they were feeling at that moment through their eyes. She knew he wanted to continue, but only if this what she wanted. He knew that Orihime was also ready for this lag of their journey. “Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah, my dad kind of made me start carrying them around the time we became an official couple.”
“Let’s continue then.”
Ichigo retrieved his wallet in his pants pocket. He got the pack his father forced into his wallet everyday regardless of if Ichigo took them out. He struggled with the packet for a good minute or two before succeeding in getting it out. He was red faced for having taken so long in front of the woman he loved. She made no snide comment or hurried him along. She gave him a look that said: take your time. God he loved her. His haste spelled more irritating times, as he had problems putting it on. He groaned in frustration when Orihime took over. She placed it on his member with calmness he had not been expecting of her.
“There you go, now little Kurosaki-kun is dressed!”
Sweat formed on the back of his head at her playful tone. She went on her back then spread her legs to grant him access. He lowered himself onto her. His penis was outside of her entrance. “This is going to hurt you know.”
“I know,” she replied.
“I am sorry. I never want to cause you pain, but this is unavoidable.” He slowly entered her. Her walls immediately hugged him. Damn if it didn’t feel great. He descended into her all the way to the hilt.
Unfortunately for Orihime the pain was greater than she was expecting. She let out woeful cry. Her eyes closed shut as she wished the pain away. He was so big that it stretched her to her limits. Suddenly she felt something warm against her forehead. To discover what it was she opened her eyes. The cause was her boyfriend kissing her.
“I am sorry,” he repeated, guilt dripping from his words. He ran a hand down her silky orange strands.
“Don’t blame yourself. It isn’t your fault. This is just how it works,” she explained.
“I still don’t like it. I despise seeing you in pain. When I am the cause of it….” He seethed, angry at himself. The young woman initiated a kiss, bringing his mind off his self-loathing. “Orihime,” was the only word he could utter.
“I don’t like when people say bad things about you including you. You cannot keep me safe from everything. Don’t drive yourself crazy trying to do so. I just need you to comfort me,” she said with a smile.
“What did I do to deserve you?”
“So much, you saved me from so much.” She moved her hips slowly. “Make love to me.” Following her lead Ichigo lift his hips upward then rammed down as slowly as he could. He pumped in and out in the slow pace she had set. He found it very difficult to continue at such a pace. He wanted to go faster to appease his agitated member, but did not wish to cause her pain. He fought his lust back and continued to match her agonizingly slow thrusts. She needed to feel good too. “Um, ah, ah,” she quietly moaned, driving him crazy. The pain was subsiding at last and pleasure was emerging. She knew he was holding back for her sake. Even though she told him not to he went against her wishes because he knew how painful this would be for her. He once again put her needs before his own. It was these moments that reminded her just how much he loved her and how grateful she was to be with him. “Please go faster.”
“Are you sure?” The concern in his voice was unmistakable.
“I am sure,” she said confidently.
He sped up his thrusts. The rhythm they had built was gone. The savage instinct overpowered all of his other senses. “Ugh, ah, oh fuck,” he moaned roughly. He couldn’t think straight anymore. The pleasure sensors in his brain had been sent into overdrive. This is what sex was. No wonder Keigo and Kon were so obsessed with it. He never wanted this feeling to end.
Orihime felt the familiar coils of pleasure wrap around her body like the alien tentacles that wrapped around defenseless humans, just as the alien’s tentacles crushed the poor humans into nothing, so was she too crushed by the coils of pleasure. She didn’t care that her thrusts were in disharmony with Ichigo’s thrusts. She felt good, really, really good. “My head feels so dizzy, but in a really good way,” she announced.
‘That’s my girl,’ he thought happily. The sweat that had coated her earlier grew thicker. The glow she had that he found irresistible became brighter. Her heaving breasts shook wildly. The young man’s gaze became wicked with hunger. He grabbed on to her large breasts and squeezed them carelessly.
“Oh! Ichigo, not so hard,” she cried. Thankfully his grip loosened, but still maintained pressure to induce joy. It wasn’t long before the two carrot tops were on the brink once more. Ichigo thrusts became more erratic. His expression was mixed with bliss and anger. What would cause him to be angry? Was she doing it wrong? “Ichigo….”
Her words were droned by his moans. “Aaaahhhhh!” His body shuddered as he achieved his orgasm. Exhausted Ichigo came crashing down on Orihime. “Fuck!” he cursed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he chorused.
Worried for her new lover Orihime patted his head to sooth him. “Ichigo, what is wrong?”
“I am sorry,” he uttered.
“Eh, why are you sorry?” she asked in perplexity.
“I came before you. Fuck, I can’t believe that. I wanted you to feel good too, but instead I was the only one who got any satisfaction.”
“Is that all?”
“What do you mean is that all? You didn’t get to cum at all.”
She laughed at his claim. “I remember having an orgasm when someone’s tongue licked me down there.”
He snorted. “Yeah, but I didn’t make you cum during the actual thing. Babe….”
“No apologies,” she commanded. “I really enjoyed myself. It was painful at first and awkward at some points, but I liked it. This was our first time too. We’ll just have to do it more to get better. The next time you’ll probably get me to orgasm.”
“The next time?” he asked eagerly.
Orihime blushed, but smiled. “That is if you want to.”
“Of course I do. I mean you want to?” he asked sheepishly
“Yes, yes I would,” she said nervously. How they could still be so on guard with each other after what they just shared was beyond her.
“You really enjoyed yourself?”
“Yes, I enjoyed myself because it was with you. I am happy that my first time was with the man I love. I love you, Kurosaki Ichigo.”
A sincere small appeared on his face. “I am glad my first time was with you too. I really do love you, Inoue Orihime.” Their lips met for a tender and loving kiss. He left her womanhood. They snuggled up to each other and laid one the couch.
“We are all sweaty,” Ichigo said in realization. “It sucks you took a shower too before I came here too.” He heard her angelic laugh. “What?” He didn’t see what was humorous.
“I didn’t take a shower at all. I just said that to seduce you,” Orihime admitted.
His eyebrow twitched violently. “W-What?” he stuttered.
She rubbed the back of her head and chuckled nervously. “Yeah the thing is I was trying to get you to stop holding back, so Tatsuki-chan said….”
“Tatsuki!” he screamed. “She is the one who told you to do this?” he was outraged. That damn busybody was always involved in their relationship. “Everything you did, the unbuttoned shirt, the touches, and the looks were all planned?”
“Yep,” she answered.
“So everything you did was planned by Tatsuki?”
“Not everything.”
“Wait you thought of some of this on your own?”
She narrowed her eyes dangerously, causing him to recoil slightly. “The shower was my idea. I wanted you to picture me naked and soaking wet to drive you nuts.”
“Oh babe,” he muttered. Orihime left the couch and started walking away. “Wait, where are you going?”
She turned around giving him the most seductive expression he had ever seen her wear. “I am going to take a shower.” She brushed her hair a little. “Do you want to join me?” Her voice was dripping with the desire that she knew would entice him. Speechless Ichigo just sat there with his mouth open. The goddess walked away swaying her backside, letting her skirt fall, leaving her completely naked. She opened the door to her bathroom and leaned on the door. “See I can be seductive on my own,” she said in the same seductive tone as before.
Before Ichigo could say anything she went through the door. The next thing he heard was the shower running.
“Kurosaki-kun, I am waiting.”
“Damn my dick is so hard. Orihime you are too much.” He left the couch and jogged to join his Hime.
How was that? I added some sweet moments in with smutty moments. The ending was me just wanting to drive Ichigo nuts and show just enough of Rangiku rubbed off on Orihime that she can be seductive on her own. She called him Kurosaki-kun to add to her “innocent school girl act.” That was probably as close to in character as I could get with Ichigo and Orihime in this situation. I hope you guys liked it.
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