In Small Dosages | By : XxLostRealityxX Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 2249 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Ok, so this has been gathering dust on my computer so, why not post it? Once again, I’m using OC’s; hopefully no one has a heart attack. I’m kinda curious as to my smut skills, I hope to receive some feedback, ye or ne. The two oc’s are mine and my friend’s. Kohaku belongs to me and Kiyo belongs to my friend. This is actually the squeal to another one-shot I did for my friend- my OC wanted to hook up her OC with Renji but the plan goes haywire and blah, blah, blah. There’s probably a lot of errors in this story, but like I said before, I just want to know if the smuts good! 8D
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“W-wait a minute maybe we should-” Kohaku sputtered as she tried to stall Ishida just a little while longer, not knowing whether her “master” plan had finished running its course.
“No!” the quincy growled out, eyeing her irritably as he pulled out his key to unlock his apartment door. He didn’t know what kind of game Kohaku was trying to play but he was NOT going to play it.
“B-But!”
“Kohaku, I’m really not in the mood for this right now,” he snapped, opening the door, slipping out of his jacket, and tossing it on the couch.
Kohaku looked at him with surprised eyes. He hardly ever-no-never snapped at her, no matter how kooky she got he was always able to hold his composure. She realized right then, how much trouble she was about to get in too.
Ishida saw the shock in her eyes, snapping at female was very out of character for him.
He sighed, “I’m sorry, it’s just that-”
He suddenly paused as he heard noises coming from his bedroom. He grew even more suspicious seeing Kohaku suddenly grow nervous. It was then he decided to investigate.
“Wait!” Kohaku called to him in vain as he reached the door to his room promptly opening it.
“AHHHHH!”
**THUD**
Renji and Kiyo came tumbling out, crashing to the floor.
He deadpanned at the sight displayed before him.
Kiyoshi… Renji… naked
He looked into his room finding at what’s obviously their clothing sprawled out on just about every surface of his room.
“KOHAKU!!!!”
Kohaku cringed.
She was going to get it now.
***Later***
The fully clothed Kiyo and Renji shifted uncomfortably at the awkward silence in the room. No one said a word.
Kohaku definitely knew not to open her mouth for obvious reasons.
Ishida was quivering in rage.
And Kiyo and Renji were... embarrassed for lack of better terms.
Kiyo groaned she’s had enough excitement for one day.
“Well, I think it’s about time we got the fuck up outta here,” she exasperated, feeling completely emotionally drained at the moment. She quickly brushed past Renji giving him a “I’ll deal with you later” look.
He only gulped, following suite as she made her way to the door.
Kohaku’s eyes pleaded with her to stay.
At this point Kiyo could on look at her sympathetically.
Before she exited she threw a glance at Ishida who currently had his back turned.
“Try to go easy on her”
Kohaku deadpanned, ‘Thanks for the help Ki-chan’
And then they were gone.
Kohaku sat on the couch a nervous wreck. It’s been an hour since Kiyo and Renji left and Ishida still hasn’t moved.
Was what she did really that horrible?!
She couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted him to say something! She timidly made her way to him gently laying a hand on his shoulder to which he quickly snatched away.
Hurt flashed in her eyes. He really was that upset with her.
“Ishida…”
His shoulders began to quake.
“Do you ever really stop to think about what you’re doing?”
“What?”
“You can’t just go around doing whatever you please”
“I-“
“Do you realize how much trouble you’ve probably caused?!”
“Gome-”
Ishida glared at her over his shoulder.
“Sorry isn’t good enough this time!”
Kiyo was dating Ichigo, not Renji. It wasn’t Kohaku’s place to interfere. How things panned out should have been left up to the three of them.
Kohaku was on the verge of tears now. Did he hate her now? She latched herself desperately to his waist nuzzling her now tear stricken face into his back.
“Anything but that, please don’t hate me… please!”
Ishida sighed; he needed get his thoughts together.
“Leave”
Their eyes locked.
“What”
“Leave”
“Why!!”
“Please…” Ishida’s eyes pleaded with hers.
Her vision fell to the floor.
She gave him a quiet “okay” and reluctantly released him from her grip. Without looking back she shut the door the behind her.
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FUCK! The silence was fucking killing him! When was she going to say something?
Ok sure, Ishida finding them in their birthday suits was bad! But there was no way in hell he regretted anything. Shit, he’d do it all over again.
A pervert grin made its way across his lips.
**PUNCH**
The red head landed on the ground with a thud, holding his cheek locking eyes with Kiyo as she towered over him staring him down with a fierce glare.
“What the fuck are you grinning about?!”
He brushed her off giving her a knowing smirk.
She scoffed at that and walked off.
Renji quickly rose up to catch up. Once he made it to her side, she couldn’t hide the smile that made its way to the surface.
“I’ll have to thank Kohaku”
Renji’s eyes widened. Wow… that wasn’t the reaction he expected. Oh well, he wasn’t going to complain!
He still remained silent as he followed her to her apartment and entered inside.
“Jus make yourself comfortable,” she told him as she made her way to her bedroom and shut the door. Renji huffed; guess she still wasn’t ready to talk. With that he just plopped on the couch and waited.
Kiyo surprised herself she didn’t expect herself to be so… well casual about this situation. Her reaction would’ve probably been to have clobbered Kohaku the moment she laid eyes on her but she kind of had an idea of where Kohaku got the idea to set this whole thing up in the first place.
*Flashback*
Kiyo stared down her dear friend irritably as she blabbed nonsense about stealing Ikkaku’s sake getting drunk and something or other. She really wasn’t paying that much attention.
Kohaku was on one of her many “visits” from Soul Society.
“And then Ren-chan-”
Kiyo suddenly choked on her drink, there was only one person Kohaku would ever refer to as “Ren-chan”.
Kohaku grinned. “I knew that would get you to pay attention!”
Kiyo growled. “Kohaku…”
“Alright fine, but you know, he does ask about you a lot”
Her cheeks lit up.
“Why don’t ya’ll jus… you know?”
Not this again.
“Kohaku you know why”
The dark haired girl suddenly began to ponder… so much so it was scary.
“What’re you thinking?”
Kohaku just smiled. “Oh nothing”
*End*
Yep, she would have to thank her. She and Renji have always had feelings for each other but somehow she ended up with Ichigo.
She sighed content, now having just gotten out of the shower. She walked to her dresser, grabbed her cell, and sat on her bed and just stared at it.
‘It’s now or never’
She dialed some digits and held it to her ear.
“Hello…” a voice groggily spoke.
“Hey Ichigo, its Kiyo”
“Uhh… hey, I thought you were with Kohaku today”
“Long story, anyway…”
“Kurosaki-kun…”
Kiyo’s eyes widened. ‘Orihime!’
WTF was she doing over…
Kiyo grinded her teeth angrily as Ichigo sputtered trying to figure out something to say. Oh, so that’s how it was, Kiyo wasn’t dumb.
It was then that her anger melted away and a smirk played out on her lips.
“K-Kiyo! It’s-”
“You know what, don’t even worry about it, you did me a favor”
“WAIT-”
She immediately closed her phone and tossed it on the bed.
In the living room Renji laid sprawled out along the couch sleeping lightly. He jumped up when he heard a door slam and gawked at a certain blonde who emerged from the hallway dripping wet in nothing but a towel.
“K-Kiyo?”
She said nothing as she strolled to him pouncing on top of him and latching her mouth onto his. Quickly taking advantage of catching him off guard, she slipped her tongue past his lips and explored every part of him.
Recovering he encircled her waist bringing her closer.
He didn’t know what happened in that room but he definitely was not going to complain.
**Later that evening**
Kiyo deadpanned as she looked on at Kohaku as they sat at her table. The female’s been balling for the last hour! Sure, she felt sorry for her dear friend but this was just ridiculous!
“Kohaku, calm down, how the hell are we supposed to talk about this if you won’t cut the water works?!”
“B-B-But!!!!!”
“SHUT UP!”
“Hai!”
“For fucks sake, honestly Kohaku, how could you expect Ishida not to be furious?”
“Well…”
“Did you really think he’d be okay with you pulling something like that?”
“… I”
“Don’t answer that.”
Kohaku just stared at the table sadly.
“You should know Ishida wouldn’t approve of something like that, especially with the whole quincy pride, code of honor… thingy.”
Kohaku sighed, she was right. Now that she thought about it Ishida was probably still trying to adjust to her, she highly doubted his ever dealt with someone as crazy energetic as her.
He hasn’t known her for as long as Kiyo or Renji have.
“Yosh! I get it now!”
“Oh, do ya now?” Kiyo looked at her skeptically.
“Yep, he can only handle me in small dosages!”
Kiyo slammed her face on the table.
“Ki-chan! Are you okay?”
“Perfect, Kohaku just perfect!”
**Elsewhere**
Ishida answered the knock at his door.
“Renji?”
“Yo!”
Both men now stood outside on the balcony of his apartment.
“You know, you really did overreact.”
“EH!?”
Was Renji serious?
“When you’ve known Kohaku for as long as I and Kiyo have; you learn to just go with the flow”
Yep, he was.
“Go… with the flow?”
“Yep.”
“That’s it?”
“Yep, in Kohaku’s strange little world she thought she was helping.”
“Helping?”
“Yep.”
This just made Ishida more confused.
Renji then smirked.
“Besides everything worked out in the end”
*sweatdrop* “I see…”
“Trust me, she learned her lesson.”
Ishida pondered for a minute then it hit him.
Anything but that, please don’t hate me… please!
Oh yeah. The mere fact that he had been upset with her was pure hell for the overly sensitive female. He guessed Renji was wrong right, in her own strange way she was just trying to… help.
Damn it, who was he kidding; he was still confused as hell.
Renji nudged his shoulder. “Remember, go with flow.”
“Right…”
Poor unfortunate soul…
***THAT NIGHT***
“KOHAKU DAMMIT, GO HOME ALEADY!”
“I’M TOO SCARED!!”
“RENJI’S ALREADY TALK TO ISHIDA! HE’S NOT MAD ANYMORE!”
“…..”
**DOOR SLAMS**
Honestly, sometimes she wondered why she was even friends with her in the first place.
*smut*
“Finally-mrh!”
Renji crushed his lips against hers cutting her off making her stumble back, hitting the kitchen counter as he started grinding his growing erection against her thigh. She groaned as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. Determined not to let him have the upper hand this time, she decided to take charge. She quickly broke the kiss and wrapped her hand in his hair yanking his head back then nipping at his chin.
“I don’t think so, not this time.”
Wasting no more precious time her hand shot into his boxers gripping him.
“Oh shit, Kiyo,” he groaned out bucking as her hand created a delicious fiction. Releasing his hair, she took a hold the back of his neck and smashed their mouths together.
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Damn, when Kohaku said she was going to make it up to him this was not what he expected. Clothes sprawled out all over the living room and…
“Fuck…”
The quincy choked back a moan as he watched his cock disappear into her mouth, feeling her tongue swirl around the tip then pulling away with a wet ‘slurp’. He flushed at the glazed over look in her eyes, throwing his head back when she squeezed at his base. His moans of pleasure made her shiver in delight. A wave of warmth ran down in the pit of her stomach. She wanted more…
“Ngh…” was all he could muster as she greedily lapped at the pre-cum that gathered at the tip, smirking almost as he tangled his hand in her hair in silent request. She was more than happy to oblige, relaxing her gag reflex she took him inch by inch, grinding her tongue against his length.
“Ah…fuck.”
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Clothes and all logic have all been properly discarded!
“AH… Renji,” Kiyo tightly gripped the kitchen counter as Renji pounded two fingers in and out her. So much for taking control, ne?
“You’re fucking leaking into my hand, you know that right,” he rasped, licking the shell of her ear. She whimpered in response biting her lip as his thumb rolled her clit. He smirked wickedly as an idea entered his head.
He promptly removed his fingers and grabbed a hold of her hips positioning himself and slid along her center.
Kiyo cried out as he glided and grinded against her clit. Was he trying to drive her mad?! If so, it was working! Her vision suddenly went white as an orgasm racked through her.
**********
Ishida surprised himself; this must be his inner pervert rearing its ugly head.
“AH!” Kohaku wailed in pure agony as Ishida probed her entrance. Her cries of pleasure pleaded with him to stop this torturous teasing. He positioned her on his lap, breasts mashed against his face, hands gripping her ass tightly. He eased himself into her and before she could take him all in, he pulled out.
She couldn’t take much more.
“Kohaku, look at me.”
She obeyed, eyes glazed, in a daze.
Ishida swiftly brought her down as he slammed upward into her. With eyes wide she shrieked in delight, digging her nails into his shoulders. The quincy bounced her in his lap at hard pace, relishing in the whimpers that poured from her mouth.
“I-Ishida!”
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“Ngh… FUCK!” Renji growled out, he now had her facing him as he set a harsh pace pounding her hard, her legs hung limply in his arms as she clutched the edge of the counter to hold herself up.
“R-Renji I can’t h-hold myself u-p any-ah-more!”
Renji hurriedly switched from the counter to the fridge setting her back against the cool surface keeping her legs spread wide as he quickened his movements.
Her walls were squeezing him tight. It felt so damn good. He shifted ever slightly grazing over that spot.
“Ah, more.”
He obliged ramming her, running over it again.
“Ima, ohhh…”
Kiyo felt like she had entered another world. Renji groaned spilling into her, pumping slowly as she rode out the rest of her orgasm.
“I love you, Kiyo,” he whispered, voice a little hoarse as he pulled out, releasing her legs only to pick her up bridle style to carry her to the bedroom.
She wanted to respond, but her eyes felt so heavy…
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Using her legs as leverage, Ishida pounded wildly into the withering female under him. Kohaku panted heavily, legs crunched tightly against her chest, the weight of his thrusts pushing her deeper into the couch. Her hands reached above her to clench the cushioned arm of the couch. She yelped when he would take his thumb and press her clit, lightly flicking it.
Ishida could feel his gut tighten; his glasses had long since fallen from his face. The way her walls clenched around him was almost to the point of pain.
He fuckin’ loved it
“I-I’m gonna-” Kohaku suddenly wailed, the she warmth felt building in her belly was now on fire.
At the last minute Ishida threw her legs on his shoulders, leaned over entangling his hands with hers pinning her, then shifted and began pounding that special place.
“I love you, Kohaku”
Kohaku’s mouth opened wide but nothing was coming out.
Ishida panted heavily as he felt her squeeze forcing him to gush inside her. Her whole body felt alive, pleasant sensations coursed through her body as she tried to regain her senses.
He slid from inside her as he moved allowing her to remove her legs from his shoulders then laid contently in-between her breasts.
Kohaku gently grazed her fingers along his back till they both fell asleep.
**Next Day**
Kohaku was so cheerful today it was sickening.
“I take it ya’ll made up”
Kohaku grinned the most perverted grin in all the history of perverted grins.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I see Ki-chan has some new arm candy.”
Kiyo could only smirk.
“MY MASTER PLAN WAS A SUCCESS!”
“Another moment ruined, thanks Kohaku.”
“You’re welcome!”
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