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Flowers and Strawberry	By : RaizenYusuke Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female > Ichigo/Orihime Views: 34655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Ichigo!” shouted a whiny yet irritated voice.
“Huh?” replied the ex-substitute, awakening from his daze. He looked up to see Keigo on the verge of another one of his famous meltdowns. He glared (or attempted to) at Ichigo. The loudmouth pervert as Ichigo called him had both hands balled into fists. He looked ready to shake them fiercely in preparation of the meltdown that Ichigo just knew was coming. Beside him was their height challenged friend, Mizuiro. In a rare moment the quiet young ladies killer did not have his cellphone out. There was no sign of it. If Ichigo was not seeing it with his own eyes he would not believe anyone if they told him. Like Keigo the cellphone addict was staring at him, unlike Keigo though he was not glaring at him with disapproval or anger. His stare was glazed with an inquisitiveness that focused directly at him. The orange haired man could tell that he was being examined by those curious eyes.
“Huh he says,” Keigo repeated in his overdramatic nature. He flung his hands in unknown gestures. “You aren’t even paying attention to what we are talking about! The least you can do is pay attention when someone is talking to you! I mean it is only common courtesy.” Keigo threw his arms into the air before pulling them down in one swift motion. “Is this how you treat us, your closest friends? Do Mizuiro and I mean so little to you that you can just ignore us?”
Mizuiro made a haughty noise. “Do not lump me in the same boat as you.”
Keigo unleashed the baby like tantrum that was meant for their favorite long faced friend on to Mizuiro. “Why are you always against me? Can’t you just have my back every now and again?” he asked.
Mizuiro shrugged his shoulders without a care in the world. “I really do not know what to tell you, Asano-san,” he teased.
Keigo entire body wiggled like a worm. He let out a long ear piercing groan. “Mizuiro!” he wailed. “I told you not to call me that!” The gentle player gave him a playful smile. Deciding that it would be impossible to wipe it off his face Keigo abandoned Mizuiro and returned his focus to Ichigo. “What is your deal? Why are you ignoring me? Hmm?” The hyperactive young man widened his eyes confusion. Ichigo had that faraway look in his eyes, his hands were stuffed in his pockets, and he frowned as he usually did when he was in deep thought. Keigo trembled this time in fury. He felt his blood pressure rising for once. He couldn’t believe it. Ichigo was ignoring him, again! What the hell was wrong with him anyway? He had no god damn manners in him at all. This was just rude! “PAY ATTENTION WHEN I AM YELLING AT YOU!”
Ichigo returned to the present. Keigo was fuming. The meltdown had happened while he was busy contemplating his thoughts. It would probably be wiser if he just asked Keigo what he said. He might as well save himself some trouble and try to appease Keigo if only so he didn’t have to hear that very, very, very irritating screech that could deafen all who heard it. “I am sorry. What did you say again?”
“What are you thinking about that is distracting you so much?” Keigo blurted out, as he ripped some of his hair out of his head.
“That is none of your concern,” Ichigo told him. Keigo started again. No matter how annoyed Ichigo got or how much of a fuss Keigo made he was not going to tell him what had him occupied.
“You keep too many secrets!” protested the brunet. Keigo to his credit dropped it. Apparently he had finally learned when it was useless to try and pry an answer from Ichigo when the oddly colored boy had no intentions of revealing anything.
Ichigo was glad the subject was dropped. Keigo droned on about some other subject his mind returned to his dilemma with girlfriend. Dilemma was the wrong word. It was more of an unsatisfactory turn of events. After four months of dating they had sex after Orihime had pretty much seduced him, much to his surprise. He fought his hormones out of shame for allowing them to drive him to invade her comfort zone only to discover that Orihime had no problem with his actions. She got him to admit to his lust then revealed her own. That led to an amazing first time on her couch. He enjoyed their love making immensely, but that was the problem. He enjoyed it immensely, but Orihime wasn’t or she wasn’t enjoying it as much as he was. Their first time he lost his head and before he could restrain himself he had cum before she could during the actual act. His understanding girlfriend waved that aside and reminded him how she had an orgasm he ate out from her womanhood. It did little to ease his guilt. If he had focused and not lost his head like some stupid kid in a candy store he could have calmed himself and lasted long enough until she received her so rightfully earned gratification. He promised himself that the next time they had sex he would keep his head and make sure that she would experience the same great pleasure that she had given him. The day after his first practice with the basketball team when things heated up between them while they were studying he got excited. He had a chance to redeem himself and what did he do? He selfishly allowed her to pleasure him first. What kind of a selfish bastard was he? He listened to the beast inside of his head that said just let her go first. Once you feel good you can concentrate on her needs. When he got that tit fuck the ex-substitute did thank the beast. He fully intended to repay the goddess when Yuzu interrupted. He felt like the world’s biggest dick for listening to well his dick.
Once again the scowl faced man renewed his promise. This time he would not allow himself to be side tracked no matter what treat or gesture Orihime offered. His luck being as great as it was they had not had let’s just say charged moments since that day. With all the homework they had gotten, his practices with the basketball team, and her job there wasn’t enough time in the day. Both were grateful they could even have study dates. His family was no help either. Karin and Yuzu seemed to be monopolizing his Hime’s time. To be fair they loved Orihime like the older sister they never had and with his practices with the basketball team the Goddess of Karakura High had some free time to kill. By the time he got home the girls were in the middle of something. He didn’t have the heart to stop them to try to create another moment with Orihime. That is when he realized that he probably wouldn’t get the chance with basketball. Their big game was coming up on Saturday and the captain was making practices longer. Once the game passed his contract with them would expire freeing up some time for him to romance his beloved. The only question was where and how he would do it. Keigo blabbered on he was thinking up possible plans.
“Ichi-Goooooo!” sang Keigo.
He sighed. It would be so easy to kill him. It would be totally justifiable. Nobody would blame him. Damn his stupid annoying conscious. Very and he meant very reluctantly Ichigo pulled the hand that was inching close to the chatter box of a friend down. “What, Keigo?”
“I was asking you about the game tomorrow,” he continued to speak in a sing sang tone. He did it mostly just to irritate Ichigo as punishment for ignoring him.
Ichigo’s neutral expression was replaced with his classic scowl. God Keigo was just like a little kid. Sometimes he felt like he had three younger siblings, Karin, Yuzu, and Keigo. “What about the game?” He tried to keep his temper down. Keigo turned around to face and started to walk backwards.
“I wanted to know if we….” He pointed to Mizuiro and himself. “….could come and watch you. It is important for friends to give each other support!”
He narrowed brown eyes suspiciously at Keigo. Something smelt very bad. “What are you up to?” he asked point blank. The jovial mask shattered into false outrage and surprise. Yep. Keigo was up to something.
“How can you say something like that? After how long we have been friends?” His hands went to his heart. “I am hurt.” Both Ichigo and Mizuiro rolled their eyes at his dramatic performance.
“Don’t give me that bull,” the former vizard stated. “Tell me the real reason you want to come.”
His act had failed. He exhaled. “Alright the reason I want to come is all the hot girls that will be there!”
“Hot girls,” Ichigo repeated blankly.
The brunet shook his head up and down enthusiastically. Ichigo could have sworn he saw his eyes transform into two little hearts. “There are so many babes that go to those things. It is the perfect place for me to pick up babes!”
Mizuiro yawned rather loudly. “It is a shame that your personality repels women.”
At the sound of this he fell to the ground causing his supposed friends to stop. Hopping mad he jumped back to his feet. He opened his mouth to unleash a might lion like roar that might have struck fear in the hearts of some, but neither Ichigo nor Mizuiro were intimidated in the slightest. “MIZURIO!!!!!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.
The cell phone obsessed man just shrugged his shoulders, barely caring. “I am only stating that your track record with women is not good.”
“That doesn’t matter! I could still get a lot of numbers at tomorrow’s game!” he argued.
Mizuiro raised an eyebrow to challenge his claim. “I do not see that happening, Asano-san.” A subtle smirk emerged from his lips. Keigo had another freak out. Teasing Keigo was so fun. Now that was done it was time to turn his attentions to their more reserved friend. “Ichigo.”
The scowling figure replied, “Hmm.” They started walking again.
“Today is your last practice with the team for this contract. That must be a relief.”
“Yeah kind of, but I am just going to have to start going back to work after this, so it is not like I will get a whole lot of free time.”
“Will you miss practice?”
Ichigo’s scowl became twice as worse. Memories of the long grueling practices he had to participate in the last three days. “Hell no! I’ll be glad to put this whole thing behind me!”
The dark haired young man let his surprise be visible on his face. “You are saying you won’t miss anything about practices?” he questioned slowly.
“Like I said hell no.”
“That is surprising.”
He raised an eyebrow at the shorter boy. “Why is that?”
“I thought with how Inoue drools over you when she watches you practice that you would miss that,” he said as a matter of fact. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ichigo turn beat red while the rest of his body froze.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Ichigo yelled.
“The two practices that I went to Inoue could not take her eyes off of you. She seemed flustered.”
‘Shit! He noticed,’ the ex-substitute thought grimly. Orihime had come to all of his practices just before she had to leave for her part time job. When she told him that she checked him out during his first practice Ichigo decided to keep an eye out for it. She wasn’t checking him out. She ogled him like he was a piece of meat. He would be lying if he said there wasn’t a part of him (a rather large part) that enjoyed her lustful gazes. However, she was so blatant about it that someone like Mizuiro caught her.
“Oooooooohhh!”
Great now Keigo knew. Life would never be the same again. An arm snaked its way around his shoulder, pulling him closely. “Mmm,” the carrot top growled lowly. He felt that huge perverted grin right on him despite his eyes not locking on to him.
“Ichigo, you are a lucky guy. Inoue is checking you out on the court.” Keigo moved his head close to Ichigo’s face something that the supposed thug did not take kindly to. Unfortunately Keigo was too oblivious to see it. “To have someone as hot as Inoue checking you out is beyond a dream.” His cheeks were splotched with redness. The lecher inside of him took control of his body. Ichigo was reaching the limit of his tolerance. “Ichigo,” Keigo brought him out of his mind. Ichigo eyes narrowed more. “Have you guys you know… done it?”
Tolerance was gone. A fist rammed itself straight into Keigo’s mouth, sending the hyperactive brunet right on his ass. Keigo’s eyes took another shape, a swirl pool in each eye. Mizuiro spied on the unconscious Keigo with a fascination. Ichigo glared at Keigo. “None of your damn business!” Not waiting for Keigo to recover he strode away. He would entrust Keigo’s wellbeing to Mizuiro.
Mizuiro stared at the departing figure. “Keigo, you should know to tread lightly when you mention Inoue.” He shook his head taking pity on his stupid friend. Well at least he learned something from Keigo’s snooping. For Ichigo to produce such a strong outburst could only mean that he and Inoue had gone all the way.
“Tatsuki-chan, please hurry!” Orihime urged in the most polite, yet stern tone she could summon. Ichigo’s basketball game started in fifteen minutes and they were still at Tatsuki’s house. Orihime stopped by because she had made plans to go to the game together, but if she knew how long Tatsuki would take she would not have agreed to go with her. Her best friend was taking way too long! Under normal circumstances she was not impatient, really she wasn’t. Usually it was Tatsuki who had to wait on her because Orihime would forget something and had to go back or took too much time get ready. However, today was not one of these days. The healer made sure to be ready with time to spare. When she got to the Arisawa house she had thirty minutes before the game started. Her plan was to come over get Tatsuki and then they would leave for the game and get there with ten or twelve minutes before the game started. The second strongest girl in Japan apparently had her own plans. When Tatsuki’s father let her in Tatsuki was eating a quick lunch. Ok Orihime was fine with. There was plenty of time. The trouble started when Tatsuki spilled some of her meal onto her shirt. It became a very bad stain. It was a no brainer that the raven haired black belt had to change clothes. Again they had so much time. Plus it was Tatsuki. She would just pick something out, throw it on and they would be out the door five minutes later. Wrong! You see Tatsuki had to pick today of all days to be concerned with her appearance, the day that was her boyfriend’s big game. Sure Ichigo was playing on the basketball team because they paid him to and after today his job as he said would be done and he would leave the team, but it was still a big day for him. Orihime wanted to be a supportive girlfriend and cheer him on. Why did Tatsuki not understand that?
She went through four outfits, four outfits! Orihime wanted to scream. What happened? Tatsuki never put much thought into what she wore. In fact she would ridicule Orihime if she ever stressed over what to wear on a date with Ichigo. That’s when a realization hit her like lightning. Tatsuki was dressing nice to attract somebody. The candidate could be the blue eyed student council president. They did invite him to the game with them (after much, much persuasion), the pure hearted healer knew she caught her pseudo sister light up just a bit. Clearly Tatsuki attraction to him was stronger than Orihime realized. At long last the moment of truth occurred. The fifth outfit had been the charm. When she laid eyes on Tatsuki her mouth almost fell open from shock. The dark haired girl wore a skirt, a skirt outside of her school uniform. It was a jean skirt, but still a big deal. The top was so cute, a white tank top with a little pink heart on the center. It was different from her normal attire, more feminine, but not “too girly” for her tastes. All in all she fully approved of it and told Tatsuki this. Tatsuki responded with a simple whatever the tiny blush that blemished her cheeks betrayed her.
Ten minutes was blown on that. The next five minute went out the window with doing an small errand for her father. Once that was done and that were going to leave finally Tatsuki forgot her cellphone, which brought the healer here, outside of Tatsuki’s room, tapping her foot, staring down her watch as if to bully it to standing still. Time transcending the goddess’ petty threats continued to move forward. Fourteen minutes until the game started. She mentally groaned. “Tatsuki-chan!” she moaned, while knocking on the door. “We have to go now or we are going to be late!” She got no reply much to her annoyance. Frustration kept building up within her heart driving her nuts. “Tatsuki-chan!” Just as she was going to knock on the door it opened up, revealing a equally frustrated Tatsuki.
“I heard you the first time!” she snapped. The door closed behind her. “I have my cellphone so we can go!” God Orihime was being so annoying. Who cared if they were a little late? They would still see Ichigo play. He wouldn’t care if they missed it. He treated this game like a job nothing more nothing less. It wasn’t like he cared about the sport like she did with karate. “I can’t believe you are giving me grief considering how many times I had to wait for you,” she said in a huff. The two best friends jogged down stairs and went to the door.
One of Orihime’s least favorite emotions collided right with her face. The knot in her belly flared. Tatsuki was correct in what she said. “I’m sorry for being impatient. I just really want to make it to the game on time and give Kurosaki-kun my support.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Tatsuki breathed out. She had heard this ten times already while she was changing clothes. She had no desire to hear it for an eleventh time. Bidding her parents a goodbye she slipped her shoes on and went out the door with the revered beauty on her tail. “I understand you want to support Ichigo, but this game will last for four quarters. We won’t miss it by being a few minutes late.”
Guilt was filtered out, leaving irritability within her gut. The healer let out a indignant squeal. “I was hoping to get there before the game started, so I could wish him luck.” Orihime sighed depressingly. “He said he had some surprise for me.”
“Oh,” Tatsuki said in realization. The mischievous twinkle in her made its appearance along with the trademark smirk. “You wanted to go early to pump Ichigo for information. No wonder you were so anxious to go.” The tomboy gave the princess a knowing head nod.
Orihime fiercely denied the claim. “No! That is not true! I merely wanted to go there to wish Kurosaki-kun good luck!”
Unconvinced Tatsuki crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes mockingly. “Eh, I thought I told you that you were a terrible liar.”
“But I am not lying!” She helplessly protested against the teasing menace. Eager to find some solace from the penetrating stare she hid her face in her hands.
Like a dog with a big juicy bone Tatsuki kept at it. “Is this why you are all dressed up?” She gave Orihime a once over. The auburn beauty was dressed in black leather boots a purchase she made curtsey of her part time job at the baker and saving up her money. She wore a short dark burgundy skirt that showed off her strong calves and part of her shapely thighs. Just like Tatsuki she wore a white tank top with a short sleeved dark navy blue jacket. It was opened up showing the tank top. She wore a crescent moon shaped necklace over it (a White Day gift from Ichigo). “Planning on seducing the truth out of him?” She winked.
“Tatsuki-chan!” she hollered, taking her face out of her hands.
“It is not like you haven’t done it before,” Tatsuki defended.
Escape, she needed any means for escaping this humiliating situation. The healer had the perfect topic. “You look very nice as well. Why did you dressed up?” she fired the question right back at Tatsuki effectively stumbling her up.
“W-What are you going on about? I didn’t dress this way for any particular reason,” she said unconvincingly.
Now Orihime had a firmer understanding of why her best friend delighted in making fun of her. It was enjoyable to be doing the ridicule rather than being the ridiculed. “You do look lovely Tatsuki-chan. I’m sure other people will notice too.” Seeing Tatsuki’s face burn such a bright red was most rewarding. Tatsuki was at a loss of words though she tried to open her mouth for a comeback one or two times, but no words ever came out. Instead she kept her quiet. Free from her teasing Orihime couldn’t hide the powerful smile she now wore proudly.
The game was over. Karakura High School was victorious partly due to their ringer, Kurosaki Ichigo. The captain of the basketball team’s plan to hire Ichigo just a few days before the game to use his skills to catch their rivals off guard had been completely successful. The opposing team was totally unprepared to deal with Ichigo. The new player unraveled their counter strategies, allowing Karakura team to use their teamwork along with Ichigo to claim victory. The team rejoiced for their spectacular win, while Ichigo was just happy his contract ended. The captain was so happy with his performance and the win that he offered him a bonus. Of course he did try to get him prolong his stay on the team, but Ichigo turned it down. He had no intentions on entering another contract with the basketball team anytime soon or any team for that matter. He had to return to his regular part time job anyway as much as he dreaded the longer hours. Keeping that in mind Ichigo graciously declined his former teammates offer to join them at a spontaneously victory party. He opted to spend time with Orihime.
He expected a challenge in getting her away from Tatsuki, but when he met with Orihime after he got out of the locker room Tatsuki was in a conversation with Ishida. What the Quincy was doing at the game was a mystery to him. Honestly he didn’t really care either, since he occupied Tatsuki’s time and freed up his Hime for him. For the first time in weeks the orange haired couple had free time for a proper date. They went out to get something to eat, had a light meal, and conversed. The whole thing was a pleasant experience. Afterwards they returned to her apartment. The good times continued as they shared stories ranging from their kid days to their adventures in the Soul Society and Hueco Mundo, to recent events. The atmosphere was relaxing and secure. They were so in sync with each other. That energy that coursed through his body, curled his toes and made his stomach summersault was so powerful that overflowed from his body. He just stared into the hazel doe-like eyes and was at peace. He wanted to feel this way all the time. “Ha,” he let out a small content breath.
She sat on the floor with him, observing how at ease he was. ‘He looks so at peace. Good,’ Orihime thought. Her plush lips broke apart into an small modest smile. Encouraged by the relax state he was in the kind heart healer moved her smaller hand on his large hand. She lightly brushed his knuckles hoping to intertwine their fingers. Reading her intent Ichigo closed his hand around hers making sure to be gentle. “I love you,” she stated. The love she felt for this man took hold of her. She leaned forward pushed her lips against his in a firm yet light kiss.
It ended too soon for his liking, but he made no move to deepen it. “I love you too. It feels like such a long time since we last did this,” he remarked. A finger traveled through the orang strands that had a softness that was out of this world. “Sitting here just us with no school work or any of our friends, holding hands, kissing, saying I love you to each other.”
“Ai, I feel sad that we haven’t been able to be like this in a while. I guess that is selfish of me. We both have part time jobs and so much school work that it is wrong for me to expect us to do this.” The pressure built up in her right hand. He squeezed it some.
“You are entitled to be selfish sometimes. Don’t be so hard on yourself. I feel the same way you do. After all its normal to want to be with each other more, right? We can’t help how we feel,” he reasoned. She leaned into him again. He expected another kiss, but she surprised him by resting her forehead against his. The result wasn’t exactly unsatisfying. Her wonderful aroma caressed his nostrils fueling his passions.
“Ichigo-kun always knows what to say to make feel better.” U shape curve formed.
He scoffed. “I am not really good with words. I have always been able to convey how I a feel with my actions better. You are the one who is good with words.” She giggled, baffling him as to what was humorous.
Seeing how clueless he was (which was so cute too) she decided to elaborate. “You do not give yourself much credit. In all the time we have been together…” No that was incorrect. She shook her head at her carelessness. “…even before that. Since the war ended and you started to confide in me you have become much more open with me. It just happened so subtly that you haven’t noticed, but I have. You let me more and more this past year. Now I know just how much you care….love me.” Her eyelids closed and she widened her smile, but kept it from being her large generic one. This was a smile reserved just for him and no one else, the smile she knew he loved.
“I am still unsure about all of that. I am not all that expressive compared to you.” Out of the corner of his eye he saw a silver glint. He reached for the necklace he had given to her on White Day, the one that once belonged to his mother to show how deeply she was enshrined to his heart. It wasn’t expensive and it was hardly breath taking in comparison to jeweler, but it was tangible proof of how far their bond developed. “As long as you know how I feel I am good.” Her scent continued to bewitch him. Impulsively he kissed her. Unlike Orihime his kiss was not short, but long. He evoked all his affections for her and willed them to her through his lips. It wasn’t long before she kissed him back with the same passion as himself. It started off as an innocent display of affection, but quickly descended into feverish. The beast within him awoke. It ate away at Ichigo’s rational thought, leaving only the animalistic instincts that sought to lay claim to her. Time eluded him. He was unsure how long he kissed her for, a minute, an hour, ten hours, could have gone by and he would have been none the wiser. If it weren’t for his damn lungs he would have been happy if their kiss was unending. Alas it was not meant to be. Orihime removed her lips and pulled away from him.
“Wow,” he heard her mutter. One look at Orihime told him that she too had been partially possessed by her own desires. Her lips were curled into a tempting yet playful half grin. Doe-like eyes were thinned into a starved gleam. If she only knew what that look in her eyes did to him. “It has been a while, since we were alone with no distractions,” she hinted.
“Four days,” he replied. Ichigo’s hand found its way to Orihime’s left knee. “What do you have mind.” His tone was low yet rough; hoping to add to the mystique his Hime was going for. The half grin turned into a full blown smile. She got to her feet and tugged at his arm for him to join her. Entranced by her hungry gaze he failed to realize that she was leading him to the mat that was her bed. She inched closer to him. Fuck was she slow, rather this was by design or not he knew it was aggravating. Her breath tickled his upper lip, but the treasured lips themselves. The beast was roaring in rage at him, but he ignored it and waited for the goddess. Finally right when their lips were to reunite she stopped. He couldn’t stop himself from growling. She on the other hand smiled, frustrating him more.
“Sit down,” the healer whispered. It wasn’t a request, but it lacked the force for it to be considered an order. There was an endearing charm to it that for some reason he could not refuse. Fingers tips barely making contact with his chest, pushed him, encouraged him. Ichigo sat down on her bed. The little Orihimes inside of her were cheering frantically at her success. She had always wanted to try this, but was much too bashful before. However, with their recent actions and Ichigo’s comments on not holding back inspired her to be a little more playful. Rangiku and Tatsuki both said that the key to seduction was to be a little bit of a tease. Next she fell to her knees right in front of him. Her beloved’s body reeked from carnal lust. Every inch of his body was coated in it. She didn’t think a kiss could produce this effect. On the other hand it had been some time since they had been alone like this. ‘It seems like I am not the only one who is anxious,’ she thought excitedly. She rewarded his patience with a series of kisses. He was all too willing to oblige. “Lay….down…..please,” she pleaded in between kisses. Again he obeyed her plea. He went on his back without breaking his connected to her. Just like their last time together she was on top of him. She really hoped she wasn’t heavy.
Ichigo moaned in Orihime’s mouth the minute he felt her full chest on his. It was astounding how he was able to ignore her physical attributes when they were just friends. Back then she was just Inoue an odd yet kind hearted girl who was his friend. He knew she was very attractive, but somehow he had been able to ignore it. It was impossible now. When they crossed the line from friends to a couple her body became very noticeable. He was able to see past her body to the real person that he fell in love with, but he still noticed certain features when she brushed up to him during kissing sessions. Now that they had made the leap so to speak he developed a taste for her. He sank his teeth into her bottom lip, careful not to harm her. He nibbled on it to see if she liked it. The small moan that came from her mouth told him she enjoyed it. He only did this for a short time before he broke away and went to her appetizing neck. The low moans started again, music to his ears. The tune she sang stirred his loins. He could feel his member stiffening.
“Somebody is really excited,” Orihime stated her observation. His hot kisses felt more eager or desperate than they usual were.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Ichigo admitted.
If it weren’t for the fact that he was practically eating her neck she probably would have laughed at his revelation. He was hitting all the right spots. First he went to the left side of her neck then he created a trail of wet kisses going for her throat. He stopped at her throat to nibble her sensitive skin. He went as far as to hum into the skin to stimulate her. She was very grateful for that. He finished the chain he created with his mouth by resting on her right side. She was ready to return the favor, but Ichigo started a new assault on her neck. He started a circular pattern on her throat all the while he hummed. “Ah,” she cried. He was being very generous today. She would have to return the favor. She felt him tug at her jacket. Ichigo pulled it down the best he could until she positioned her arms to allow him to remove the short sleeves. Once the jacket was off it was thrown to the side. Immediately his right cupped her left breast. To her surprise his touch was more forceful when compared to how timid he was during their first time.
“This doesn’t hurt right?” he asked. Ichigo was more confident his protective nature wouldn’t allow him to proceed without checking in with Orihime first.
“No. If you want you could squeeze a little harder.” The ex-substitute squeezed harder. Not hearing her complain he started to massage it through her shirt. God she felt very hot. If someone took her temperature it would read over a 100. It was clichéd, but she really enjoyed his fondling of her mound. A tingling sensation began inside of her stomach. It wasn’t a bad tingling like she had to throw up. Now it was almost like that same tingling she got when Ichigo kissed her, only a million times better. He returned to nibbling her neck, again! “Oh,” she squealed in surprise. She thought he was being generous before, but generosity did not seem to cover it. He was being….she couldn’t really think of a word for it, but in her defense her brain had basically shutdown with all the pleasure she was experiencing. In the back of her mind reminded her that she was the only one receiving anything. Seeking to rectify this problem Orihime moved her hands his chest. She traced a line downward with her soft touch. She felt him shudder from beneath her. He liked how she would touch just barely making contact with him. It drove him wild. Armed with this knowledge Orihime thought it the perfect way to thank him for his services.
She started working her magic unfortunately. He was so certain that if he kept up his attack she would be so captivated with pleasure that he could repay his debt. Her fingers hit his stomach, where she stopped to trace a little circle in his navel. Why she did that Ichigo did not know. If he had to guess he would assume she was trying to see if he took any joy from it. His hypothesis seemed to be right as she ignored his navel after she finished tracing the circle. The nimble fingers passed over the crotch. Did his pants just get tighter? ‘Damn, don’t go there,’ Ichigo thought. It was no use Orihime’s fingers felt the growing bulge in his pants.
Orihime discovered that Ichigo wasn’t fully erect. The little Orihime inside of her head whispered into her ear that they would change that, along with other inappropriate things that made her blush. She had a naughty mind! Despite her bashful nature brief return she proceeded with stroking the clothed manhood. The little Kurosaki-kun as she called it reacted by twitching. If she got it to react by stoking him through the material of his pants than it stood to reason that she would receive a bigger reaction by stroking his member when it was bare. The healer went to the waistband, but before she could his pants down he startled her by flipping her on her back. “Uh!” she screamed in alarm. Any thoughts of sexual activity were forgotten. He scared her to half to death. Why would her beloved do something so mean? “Ichigo!” she whined in her kiddy like tone. Instead of being apologetic though he shot her an odd look.
“No. I am not finished yet.” Gone was the tranquil protective gaze that made her feel safe. They were replaced by the eyes of a predator about to strike. Orihime found herself both frightened and excited at the same time. There were even shivers up her spine. “I am going to make sure you enjoy yourself.” She was giddy with anticipation. But what girl wouldn’t be? His voice was dripping in desire, but his tone was low and dangerous. She had never been so turned on before. She didn’t dare take her eyes off of him. That predatory stare demanded nothing less than her full attention. She was happy to do so. Ichigo’s ploy worked. He thought he had bought himself a few minutes before she started satisfying him. If all went according to plan she would be too dazed to do so. This was about her. Today he would ensure she get what he experienced and then some. In search of a new spot to strike the former vizard found one in her shoulders. It wasn’t one of her sweet spots like her neck, but he was certain she was worked up enough that even brushing her shoulder would induce delight. He greedily kissed her left shoulder. It didn’t seem to cause her to moan as passionately as her neck did, so he switched tactics and went for her collarbone.
“Ichigo,” she cried almost blissfully.
Yes. That did the trick and it gave him enough hits to start rhythm. ‘One, two, three, I kiss the right side of her neck. One, two, three, I kiss her throat and hum like she likes. One, two, three, I go for the left side of her neck.’ He continued this pattern, including her shoulders and collarbone, and mixed up the order to keep her on her toes. He thought it was stupid to do at first, but when Orihime’s moaning became shallower it stopped being stupid. He said it before, but hearing her chant his name so erotically was so fucking hot. Pants were so cramped now. He would get rid of them if Orihime wouldn’t take it as a sign that he wanted her to act. He would just bear being slightly uncomfortable to give his Hime the attention she required. What he failed to realize was that his erection was jammed right into her thigh giving away his arousal.
‘Ichigo-kun is worked up and here I am being selfish by not doing anything. He is so concerned with my needs that he’s making it all about me. He is so sweet. I have to make it up to him.’ Fighting the haze she attempted to reach his penis once more. However, she was too slow. Ichigo’s hand was already moving up her right leg. Her milky white skin squirmed. Dear god if he wasn’t moving at the pace of a turtle. It was driving her nuts. She didn’t even notice that his face was up to her ear.
“Are you alright?”
Confusion hit her
“You look really flushed.”
Realization drove the confusion away. He was being playful just as she was. Just when she thought he couldn’t get any sexier. He grasped her inner right thigh, massaged it. Her nectar seeped into the cotton material of her panties. With his free hand he vigorously toyed with her right breast. The carrot top boy touched ignored her agitated core in favor of other places that any other time would have felt good, but now it was torture. “Ichigo…..please,” she breathed out.
The cocky smirk made itself known. He stopped massaging her thigh. He briefly played with the hem of her skirt before going inside of it. He rubbed her womanhood. The wetness caught him by surprise, but also added to his confidence his foreplay skills. Ichigo kissed her square on her lips, while he stroked her damp vagina forcefully.
“Ah…..Ichigo that feels….good,” she praised him once he finished kissing her. “Ah….ah….oh.”
The hitch in her breathing was evident. She was ready for his main assault. Ichigo lowered himself until his face was near her crotch. He parted her legs, pulled her skirt up, and finally removed the white panties. He took a deep breath. This was the moment he was preparing himself for. He had done this before he still lacked a lot of experience. Most of what he knew was from health class, guy talk, a little erotic manga (He was just a little curious. Lisa had them all over the Vizards underground base, some opened up that his eye wandered a little bit. It wasn’t his fault!), and one porn DVD (Keigo tricked him into watching that by the way! He didn’t know they were going to his house to watch that. The only reason he didn’t leave his because Keigo’s sister was in the living room and if he opened the door she would have heard it and both of them would have been in a shit storm). He knew the basics, but that did not equate expert lover. If it did every jackass would be a pro athlete or master artist. Oh well. He was a quick study. When it mattered he got things like that. Ichigo stuck his tongue out. Once the organ touched her lips he began to lick around them in circular motion. He made sure not to enter her yet and to do it slowly.
“Aaah!” Her head fell back on her pillow. Cloud nine had a new resident. She closed her eyes to revel in her gratification. His licking was different from last time. He was moving much slower and trying different methods. He went lavished her folds clockwise. Predictably he tried counter-clockwise. He went back a lot and repeated methods. She wouldn’t mind if he weren’t so slow. She was going insane with this pace. He wasn’t going inside of her entrance!
He could tell she was getting impatient. He could tell by how tense her body had gotten and by how much fluid was leaking out. She was ready to burst. His plan was going well. It wasn’t until his Hime gave an indignant huff that his tongue went inside of her heat. Heat was a fitting name. He could feel it’s warmth on his thin organ. Wasting no time he thrust his tongue in and out in quick succession. The tension in her body melted away and she became like putty in his hands. His ears rang from her now loud cries of pleasure. Hormones inside of him were burning so intently that his member throbbed, reminding him of his own needs. The beast within was pissed. Despite his hormones he was proud to be able to bring this enjoyment to his goddess. His tongue’s thrusting lasted for a minute. He moved on to licking her walls inside of her vagina. Nectar was lapped up by his organ. The taste was still alien to him to give a fair opinion on it. If she was willing to taste and swallow his seed he should be willing to do the same.
“Mm……Ichigo-kun this feels better than eating a triple scoop of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream with garlic and pickle toppings.”
‘Garlic and pickle toppings on ice cream?’ he thought in disgust. As disturbing that combination was he pushed it aside and powered through. Finally he brushed her clitoris with his thumb. She jumped erratically. He lost his concentration. In a panic he bailed out. ‘Great job genius. Alright calm down. If I switch it up a bit I might be able to keep her going.’ He lavished her clit with his tongue. Orihime did not seem to mind the change in his routine. If the shivering she did was to be taken as a sign of her enjoyment. If she liked this she would enjoy what he had in mind. He inserted a finger her now bear womanhood. The combination brought wondrous results. He added another finger. Pumping eventually found a rhythm. Tongue lashes thrashed the nub. Her thighs wobbled. The walls closed in on his digits. The dam burst not after.
“ICHIGOOOOO!” she screamed. The biggest orgasm she had ever experienced erupted with a rage greater than a volcano. She was in total bliss. Her brain stalled. The little Orihimes must have been in a frantic, trying to reboot it. Her lover had taken it upon himself to consume the product of her orgasm.
Ichigo finished swallowing what he could. He pulled away from her heat, eager to see her face. Her expression was memorable to the least. It was exhaust one would get from a strenuous activity, but a happiness was in there that he would associate with making a game winning shot. “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked already knowing her reply. Gorgeous hazel eyes reappeared, but they were murky with arousal.
“You were very generous.” She could barely hear her own words. Her voice was enthralled by bliss to return to her yet. “I am going to do my best to make you feel that good.” The red-orange haired beauty showered him with quick yet fiery kisses, on his neck and cheeks. “I’ll definitely make you feel really, really good, Kurosaki-kun.” He caught how put emphasis on his surname, making it siren like. Ichigo was reaping the benefits from his hard work.
The monster born from raging teenage hormones went on a rampage. The inner world in his soul was most like feeling the full brunt of its rage. Zangetsu wouldn’t have liked it one bit. Good thing he wasn’t there. The waistband on his pants was being pulled. Taking the hint motioned to take his pants off until he felt her warm hand stop him. He questioned her motive with a look, but she still wore that same mask of mischief as before.
“I’ll do it,” she stated, mustering her best sexy voice. However, it didn’t nearly match Ichigo’s at least in her mind. If she had asked the ex-substitute shinigami he would have differing opinion. Orihime released the neglected erection. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and felt the hardness. Ichigo groaned at her touch.
“Orihime,” he called. She set her eyes on him, giving him her attention. “I am good to go, so I was thinking we could skip the foreplay for me and just…..” he trailed off hoping she caught his meaning.
“Oh, yes. I mean yes we can do that. Um are you sure?” He kissed Orihime on her cheek, causing her to blush. That was odd. He never kissed her on the cheek. It felt intimate. She had never seen him kiss a girl on the cheek. It wasn’t him. She took an act that was seen as a platonic act as oddly romantic gesture.
“I am sure.” She nodded.
They undressed. Ichigo took out the pack of condoms his father had forced on him out of his pocket. Their remaining clothes were carelessly discarded to the floor. The Goddess of Karakura High was spread out on top of her mat in all her glory and face flared to level of redness unheard of by humans. Embarrassment managed to worm its way through her heart a bit. Ichigo was hovering just above her, on his knees. A hand cupped her cheek. Its thumbs patted her cheek affectionately.
“Hey,” he greeted with a small smile.
She smiled back. “Hi.” Her cheeks lost their redness. A surge of warmth engulfed her body. Even though she was completely bear his presence made her feel so secure and warm.
He opened the pack on his own and managed to put it on. It was easier to do when he kept his enthusiasm under foot. He lowered himself on to her body, lining up his cock at her entrance. He stopped to get permission. Annoyed, but touched he made an effort to get her permission Orihime silently agreed. The throbbing member invaded her accepting soaking folds.
“Remember to go slow,” she warned.
“Don’t worry. I won’t do anything that will hurt you, not if I can help it.” Determination hardened his chocolate orbs. ‘I’ll keep my promise.’ He continued to enter slowly as she requested. Her juices made slipping in easier. She wrapped her arms around her as she adjusted to his size all over again. She bucked her hips to get her overprotective boyfriend to move. She was going to have to get him to loosen up more during their love making.
Control, he needed to control himself this time. He couldn’t get lost in how mind blowing it was to be inside of her again or how walls clung to his manhood so tightly that it could milk him of his essence. This time he would restrain himself. This was just endurance and he had plenty of that. He claimed her lips and savored their taste. She bucked her hips again to tell him to hurry his ass up. Could she have wanted it more than him? Ridiculous. That thought was quickly forgotten. He returned her thrust. A rhythm was born from their union. He pumped into her at a steady leisurely pace. Moans escaped from his mouth. His cries deafened Orihime’s. Finger nails dug into his skin he seethed. She lost herself to joy of the flesh and whimpered. “Orihime…..oh fuck…..Orihime!”
Her hands spread all over his body, touching everything they could like his butt. Yes she touched Ichigo’s butt! It was firm as it looked in his uniform. Eventually they found their place in his spiky orange locks. “P-please go faster.” He answered her with swift thrusts. Waves of white hot pleasure rippled through her being. “Yes! Just like that…..” Their rhythm was disrupted by their differing speeds. Orihime tried to keep up, but it was difficult even more so when Ichigo groped one of her mounds. His mouth took hold of the free one. “Ha…..ah,” she was losing her voice. She was in so much pleasure that her voice was weakening.
He suckled her nipple sloppily. He was losing himself to state of mind. ‘Keep focus and control yourself. It is like controlling my reiatsu. Don’t spend it all in one attack, put some of it in a single strike and if I need more go down retrieve some more.’ He was out of the danger zone. Not wanting the other breast to be jealous he switched to the left. Soon he felt her walls start to close on cock.
“Ichigo, I am about…you know…. Orgasm,” she said sheepishly.
He replied, “Got it.” He thought of Getsuga Tensho and put all of his energy into one last thrust. She convulsed with a soundless moan. Ichigo erupted shortly after her. He rolled off of her worn out body. He chose to rest beside her, not wanting to be far away from her. “Ha…..ha….ha…,” he panted. His body was a bit tired from the game and his love making, but he was still in good condition. Orihime looked positively exhausted. Of course she did cum twice. He made her cum twice, rather hard. Sense of accomplishment he felt from defeating strong opponents or protecting his loved ones swelled within him.
“Ha….ha….Ich….Ichigo-kun….that was….fantastic….” Orihime said in between breaths. He planted his lips on hers for a short kiss. “What was that for?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I felt like doing it I guess. I am happy I didn’t disappoint you for once.”
She blinked a few times, mystified by his statement. “Disappoint me?” she repeated.
“Come on you don’t have to pretend. The last two times were hardly enjoyable for you. First I came too quickly and you didn’t get off. God last time Yuzu interrupted us before you could even get a turn, then we haven’t had any alone time to do this.”
“You thought you disappointed me?”
“Well yeah. Wasn’t it obvious? When one person gets off it can’t be a satisfying experience.”
“You didn’t disappoint me though! Is that why you didn’t want me to do anything today? Were you trying to make up for the other two times?” He replied with a head nod. He was so hard headed; a loving sweet and amazing hard headed fool. “I already told you that our first time was great. I did not orgasm during the actual act, but I did enjoy it. You said it yourself. Yuzu-chan interrupted us before we could continue. I never held any of that against you. If I could go back and do everything over again I would change a thing.” He glared at her, asking her if she was being truthful. Typically she responded with her wide cheery smile. “It is true. All those times are my precious moments with you. That is why I love every moment. I don’t remember the sex, I remember all of it, the way you held me the after our first time. I remember you told me not to hold back in front of you and how you wouldn’t judge me. You called my um…..vagina beautiful, how you wait for me to be ready before you thrust. All those things are what make all our times great. I consider that to be a part of our love making just as much as sex. If you don’t want to disappoint me just please don’t change.” Tired as she was she found the strength to roll on top of him. “I love you. Don’t ever forget it.”
He was right. She still kicked his ass when it came to expressing herself through words. He threw his arms around her waist. “I won’t change, not when I have someone like you to keep me on track. I won’t forget that you love me. You don’t forget that either.”
“I won’t.” She beamed down on him.
Ichigo smirked back. “Babe, do you mind if I use your shower? I skipped it after the game and now I am sweating up a storm.”
“No, of course not or I mean yes you can use it.” She got off of him to allow him to move.
“Thanks.” Ichigo pulled himself up. He stretched his arms out. Idea formed in his half overheat brain. “Do you want join me?” He made sure to lower his voice to make it sexy as he could.
Orihime frowned. “I am too tired. I can’t shower with you.”
“But last time you showered with me. In fact you invited me in.”
Orihime smirked back at him. “I can shower with you, but only a regular shower, nothing else.” She watched as he scowled. It was a rather amusing sight. “You shouldn’t have been so generous,” she teased.
Yep. He was rubbing off on her in a bad way. If the hollow was there he would laugh his off at her shutting him down. “I’ll take a regular shower with you then. I just need to take one at this point.” He took off the used condom and threw it in her trash can.
She clapped her hands together in excitement. “I’ll run us a bath and we can bath together! It will be so romantic. I can get candles out! Oh this will be fun!” she cheered.
His scowl worsened. “I really just want a quick shower, in and out.”
“Oh you will love this. Baths are so relaxing and sooth your aching muscles, plus it will be so romantic just you and me there. It will be like we are married couple. Please bath with me, Ichigo-kun. Please, please, please, please,” she pleaded.
If only her face weren’t so cute. Who was he kidding? She won. She always won this type of battles. “Fine let’s take a bath together.”
“Oh thank you, Ichigo-kun!” She hugged him tightly. She forgot that she was naked, so her bare breasts pushed up against his chest. She missed him become flush. She let go of him and ran to the bathroom. “I’ll run the bath and we will be in business!”
He stared at her dumbly before she left the room. “So maybe this bath won’t be such a bad idea,” he muttered.
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