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A Shifting of Life	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > General Views: 20784 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: A Shifting of Life
Fandom: Bleach
Part: 41
Series: A Shifting World
Characters/Pairings: Jūshirō, Ichigo, Shunsui
Warnings: sex, a lot of sex
Word count: 1688
AN: Almost done reposting this story! Just about 5 more chapters and they’ll be posted tomorrow.

For now, enjoy.

Reposted 7-14-20

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Walking into Jushiro’s home, Ichigo flopped face first into the pile of thick floor pillows with a muffled groan, her arms and legs splayed out around her as her companion smiled indulgently. Shaking his head, Jushiro headed towards the kitchen and poured out some iced tea for the two of them before creating a platter of finger foods. Carrying everything out into the living room, he sat down next to her and offered one of the cups, watching as she pushed herself up.

“I really hate paperwork,” she said after she had sipped at her tea and eyed the finger foods that was offered to her. She mused that it looked as if they were trying new things from various parts of the worlds again.

Finally picking up a stick of colby jack, she sat back on the pile and nibbled at the stick as Jushiro picked up a cooking for himself.

“You have discovered the bane of all taichos and fukutaichos,” he teased. Ichigo groaned again before shrugging with a smirk. “At the least it wasn’t as tedious as it can usually be. We’re often filling out the same questionnaire again and again.”

“I would shoot someone in the dick. Or use Zangetsu on them in the most painful manner possible,” she said, voice bland as she stabbed at the air with her cheese stick.

“I have a feeling that you have been around Ulquiorra-san far too much for our sanity’s safety,” Jushiro said, watching Ichigo blush and finish off the cheese. “Where is he by the way?”

“He’s doing sparring with Byakuya-kun and Renji-kun at Urahara’s underground training grounds,” she replied, shrugging at him a smile. “Though if their fight ends up anything like ours, it’s going to be rather boring for at least two of them,” Ichigo said, plucking up a few of the banana chips from the platter.

“If I remember correctly, Ichigo-chan, they are paired to fight against a set of twins. Ho and Ban, if I remember correctly,” Jushiro said, tapping at his bottom lip with his cookie. He bit into it and chewed.

“Okay, so only one of them will end up bored while the other two will glare at the idiots who are tryin’ to invade the Seireitei because of a woman with a jealousy problem,” Ichigo said sweetly. The words drew out a startled bit of laughter from the older man.

“I’m sure that they will be fine,” Jushiro chuckled, getting a small smile from Ichigo.

The young woman settled back on the pillow with a couple of the cookies in her hand as she eyed the older male. Crossing her legs, she felt the way that his reiatsu still pulsed with his energy from the fight.

“It almost seems as if you got real lucky with that shot that took out Goethe,” Ichigo hummed, licking her fingers clean of the crumbs. Jushiro felt the subtle shift of adrenalin from a post-fight high to a tight, lusty feeling, sending blood rushing down to his cock, making it harden in his hakama.

The knowing look and smile that he got from Ichigo told him that she could feel the change in his reiatsu, showing that her training was going well.

“I don’t know. We may have to watch the tape and see if we can’t find any information about her,” Jushiro finally told her. Her lips pulled into a slow smile. “For now, I say that we should relax and just wait for tomorrow. I have no doubt that tomorrow shall be really interesting,” he chuckled.

Ichigo smiled and sat up before she crawled over to the silver haired man. “I do have an idea on what I want to do to relax though,” she said, pushing Jushiro back onto the pillows, straddling his waist with a smirk. “I’ve come to find that I do rather enjoy this with the right partner,” she said, shifting back so that she could roll her hips, getting a low moan of pleasure as he brought his hands up to grasp her hips.

“Ichigo-chan, such a tease,” the taicho breathed out as she rocked against him, his hips twitching upwards, enjoying the friction.

“So I’ve been told before,” Ichigo chuckled, her voice rich with need. Her hips rolled again, feeling the hard cock that rubbed against her core, sending shivers of need through her. Jushiro moaned again and slid a hand up her stomach, feeling the lean muscles twitch under his touch before he cupped one covered breast. “What are you gonna do about it?” she asked, smirking down at the man, arching into the touch with a mewl.

“I think I have a few ideas of what I can do,” Jushiro said as his other hand moved from her hip to her pant buttons, flicking it open and sliding his hand into the pants. Ichigo moaned as his long fingers found her wetness and stroked over her until her hips moved with the movements, trying to get them to touch a bit more firmly. The man chuckled as he watched the way her skin flushed red, and she moaned with every twitch and touch of his fingers. “We should start with getting you undressed.”

“Oh yeah?” Ichigo whimpered, blinking down at him with darkened eyes. Jushiro smirked and pulled his hand free of her pants, getting a whine of complaint and tugged her shirt over her head.

Tossing it to the side, she rocked her hips and helped him with her bra, letting it slide down her arms. Jushiro took advantage of the bare breasts before him and tweaked a nipple, getting a sound of delight from her as her hips continued their movements.

“Your pants, Ichigo-chan. You do have to take them off,” Jushiro purred, watching as the blush of red spread over her chest. Standing up, she wiggled out of her pants and soaked panties, watching as he moved enough to loosen his hakama, shoving it down enough to release his hard length from the confines. She noted that the tip was wet with pre-cum, making her twitch with interest in feeling him in her before she once more straddled him as his insistence. His hands came to rest on her hips, guiding her.

Smirking, he slid one hand down from her hip to between her legs, slipping two of her fingers into her body, finding her slick and hot. Ichigo gasped and twitched, hands pressed against Jushrio’s shoulders as she tried to press down into the fingers that moved in and out of her, the hand on her hip stopping her movements.

“Jushiro, damn it all,” Ichigo whined, her chest heaving as she trembled under the slow strokes.

“Do you want more?” he asked, his eyes darting to the doorway where Shunsui stood, slowly stroking his own hard cock through his hakama as he watched them.

“Yes! Now,” Ichigo whined, shuddering as Jushiro slowly withdrew his fingers from her.

“Alright then,” he hummed, using one hand to lift her up just enough to place his cock at her entrance, holding the base of his cock, and coaxing her down onto him. Ichigo mewled and let her head drop back, twitching around the prick, her body stretching to accept him.

“Ju…” she keened, rocking her hips as she fully settled over the man, enjoying the slightly too much fullness. Jushiro chuckled and rocked his hips upwards into her, getting another sound of pleasure before the lean body started to move up and down over him in a steady motion. Grasping her waist, he helped her to move, his own hips rising to meet her every down stroke, the sound of skin on skin adding to the sounds that came from them.

Jushiro growled as he thrust up hard into her and let himself fall off the edge, spilling into her body as his hands twitched on her hips. Ichigo made a whining noise and rocked over him, having not found her own peak.

“So close,” she whined. Jushiro chuckled and pulled her off his cock, moving her around so that her hips were raised, and her chest was above his face. “Ju...what?” Ichigo whimpered.

“Don’t worry, sweet one Shunsui is going to help you find it,” Jushiro promised as Shunsui came to kneel behind her, slipping three fingers into her body with a slick sound.

“Damn, even after all that, she’s still tight,” the large man groaned as she moaned and pushed back into the fingers with a needy look over her shoulder. Smirking, he worked his hakama down a bit more, removing his fingers and pressing into the gripping entrance easily, getting moans from them. Rocking his hips, Shunsui growled and started to move slowly, taking his time in building up his pace.

Ichigo let her head drop forward, moving lower when Jushiro pressed on her back and took a nipple into his mouth. The smooth, slick thrusts into her body sent heat flaring through her as a long-fingered hand slipped between her legs and found her clit, playing with it. Screaming with surprise and pleasure, she shoved back into the thrusts and fingers that were driving her into a fast and hard climax.

“Ju! Shunsui!” she sobbed, feeling the way her climax tightened and crested through her body, shuddering, muscles tense. Shunsui growled lowly and rocked a few more times before he added his own come to Jushiro’s, leaning down to rest his hands on the pillows. He pressed light kisses to Ichigo’s shoulders as his friend moved upwards, allowing Ichigo to rest fully on him, getting a soft hum from the limp female.

“I think we may have worn her out,” Jushiro chuckled, feeling his friend shift and pull out with a wet pop.

“It looks like it,” Shunsui drawled as he lay down next to the two, pressing up against Jushiro’s side, nuzzling his shoulder.

“Quiet. Napping now,” Ichigo moaned, uncaring about the stickiness that was between her legs. Jushiro and Shunsui both chuckled and smoothed their hands down her back.

“Sleep, sweet one,” Jushiro stated, getting a pleased hum from her as she fell into sleep.
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