9 to 5 (times a day)
short drabble(?) idk im new to this fiction stuff LMAOOO, anyways here’s sub! ikkaku because i love him and and i totes want him
tags: GAY mlm anal sex, dom bottom (if you reaaaally squint), mention of belly bulge, creampie (yum)
pairings: Dom!m.reader x Sub!ikkaku madarame
“hng.. m-madarame-san—“ you groaned, feeling too much of the way Ikkaku’s warmth enveloped your shaft. your hips stuttered a bit as your hands gripped his hips tighter, pulling his hips down as you thrusts up to his warmth.
“you’re so.. tight- ngh,” you muttered under you breath, gaze caught at the way Ikkaku’s cock bounced against his toned stomach, before traveling slightly upwards to the sight of your own dick pressing against the underside of his navel, creating a small bulge there.
“fuuuck, ‘yer so- aah— deep..! m/n—“ Ikkaku’s moan cut through your ears, making you force yourself to focus on his pleasure again.
“do you- do- do you like that? you’re squeezin’ so tight ‘round me, madarame-san..” you asked, one hand travelling up to his nipple before rolling the small stuble between your fingers, earning a choked moan from the man above you.
“yeah- i- you’re doin’ soo well,” he moaned, back arching reflectively to chase the growing pleasure inflicted on his chest.
His hips slowed, falling into a small, grinding motion that left you breathless from the way he moved so erotically.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s some sort of whore you paid to fuck. Who thought the Lieutenant of the 11th Division would be this slutty in bed?
Ikkaku leaned down, burying his face onto the crook of your neck as his hips picked up its pace again, this time more desperate than ever.
your hands was on his hips again, before travelling down to his ass, kneeding his globes before gripping them to give you some sort of leverage as you thrusts up to him again, matching his pace.
you can tell he was getting closer to his orgasm from the way his warmth were squeezing and clenching around your shaft so tightly.
his hands went to grip your forearms, moans muffled against your neck as he bounce on your dick like he was trying to carve your shape into him.
“fuck—“ Ikkaku stilled his hips, letting out a scream that was muffled by your neck as he cums, his warmth tightening around your cock more than before.
the tight feeling around your cock made you reach your climax too, groaning as you came inside him. “madarame-san— fuuuck..!”
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Ikkaku sagged against you as he tried to catch his breath from coming down from his orgasm, his grip on your forearm loosening.
“…you’re pretty rough for a virgin,” he muttered, still trying to catch his breath.
“—m sorry.. do you not like it..?” you asked. though you didn’t give him a time to answer it as you were already laying him down on the sofa, hovering over him.
you leaned away for a moment, taking the sight of his flushed body and the way his chest rise and fall as he catches his breath.
“you’re so pretty, madarame-san..” you muttered under your breath, already leaning down once more to kiss him.
your hands moved down to grip his legs by the back of his knees, spreading his legs apart—which earned you a surprised little gasp to your mouth.
as soon as you pull away from the kiss, his hands came up to your chest— “haa.. what’re you— ‘re you fuckin’ hard again?” he asked in disbelief, staring at your hard dick.
“ ‘m sorry..! i’ll be gentle this time, i promise. please, madarame-san..? you’re so pretty.. i can’t hold myself when i’m with you,” you plead, though your hands were already sliding down to his inner thighs.
That earned you a small hitch of breath. Ikkaku groaned.
“i— gh.. fuck, fine.. just cuz’ you asked so nicely.”
