I HOPE NOBODY CATCH US…. [Ichigo K.]
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_summary: your best friend, ichigo, is a bit of a social butterfly WHORE. so after a clumsy accident at a halloween party, you follow him to the bathroom to apologize but end up finding yourself in a crazy position.
_warnings: little bit of dirty talk, p in v, fingering, oral [fem receiving], doggy style, brief missionary , hand over mouth, made up side characters.
soleil is now playing: experience [victoria monet & khalid]
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Ichigo was friendly as hell, always surrounded by people. he had this effortless charm that made everyone gravitate toward him. but you’ve always had a fat ass crush on him.
so, why haven’t you made a move? you chalked it up to you being a pussy… which was fair. i mean, who the fuck was about to ask out their best friend of 5 years?
you settled on admiring him from afar, even as he constantly told you about all the girls that would go crazy over him even though he didn’t do “labels.” but what you didn’t know is that Ichigo had his eye on you too. this halloween saturday night was no different. you were perched on a couch with your friends, sipping a mix of vodka and blueberry lemonade that was a little too strong, the tang stinging your throat.
your eyes drifted across the room, scanning the crowd. he was still there, leaning against the kitchen counter, a bottle of beer in his hand. he was laughing at something someone said, his head tilted back.
“[✰]! ... don’t tell me you’re looking at that boy again.” Adira said, drawing your attention back to her. she raised an eyebrow at you, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.
“what? i’m not doing anything.” you said, hastily averting your gaze, feigning nonchalance as you shrugged your shoulders. “mmhm,” she said, leaning back into the couch. “you know what I told you about him already. he’s a fuckboy. don’t get caught up in all that shit.” you rolled your eyes, sipping your drink again.
“Adira, she’s his best friend, i’m sure she knows that already.” Chloe chimed in, laughing as she leaned forward, adjusting the fake vampire fangs that kept slipping out of her mouth.
“im just saying that’s what I’ve heard.” Adira shrugged, her cat ears tilting sideways.
“what are you talking about?” Juni pressed, raising an eyebrow and turning fully to face her.
“i mean, look at him!” she said, gesturing dramatically in Ichigo’s direction. “he’s one of those happy, loud, friendly types. you know the kind.. always smiling, always in everyone’s business. those niggas always have some type of flaw. and his? he likes to fuck, he’s like some damn nympho.”
“mhm, based on what, exactly?” you shot back, still laughing.
“stories,” Adira said, leaning in “plural. and don’t even act like yall haven’t heard them too.” you rolled your eyes again, but Adira’s words dug deeper than you wanted to admit. she always had a way of planting things in your head and making them take root, even if she was exaggerating.
“all i’ve heard is that one girl in my sociology class wouldn’t shut up about how big his dick is. and honestly, she sounded like she was exaggerating, knowing how nerdy Ichigo is he probably couldn’t even talk to her properly. there’s no fucking way his dick is 7 inches long.” you hummed, sipping from your red solo cup.
but what if it was…?
that sent your friends into a fit of laughter. “mmm i bet she wasn’t,” Chloe said, wiping fake blood from the corner of her mouth. “the loud, goofy ones are always packing.”
“Chloe, eww. i don’t wanna hear shit like that about a man who saw me through my awkward highschool phase. and Adira, please chill.” you whined, shaking your head.
“waitt, you mean that sorority girl Chelsea?” Juni asked, the halo above her head bouncing.. “yeah, the one with the long black hair,” you confirmed, swirling your drink.
“yeaa her.” Adira said, nodding in recognition. “well, i heard they dated, broke up like 2 weeks ago and shes going around saying he doesn’t give head.”
the sip of liquor burned your throat as you coughed, barely holding it together. your friends burst out laughing, and you waved a hand, trying to compose yourself.
“damn… that’s sad,” you finally said, setting your cup down. “i kinda thought he’d be number one eater. Ichigo just gives off that vibe for some reason. ” you fake pouted, dramatically placing a hand over your heart. your friends groaned, rolling their eyes.
“not number one eater, please be serious, [✰]. why are you even worried about what he does or doesn’t do? you tryna apply for a spot or something?” Chloe said, smirking.
“cmon, we all know it’s always the friendly ones. you’d think he’d be generous, you know?” you defended, shrugging.
“you’re actually insane, i thought you said fucking friends was off limits. you should know firsthand. ” Adira wheezed, clutching her fuzzy tail. “you need to stop fantasizing about this man. i’m telling you, it’s not worth it.”
“im not fantasizingg, i’m just speculating. you guys talk about him like he has the plague or something, he’s just Ichigo, my friend.” you corrected with a smirk.
“maybe he just didn’t like her like that.” Juni chimed in. “or maybe he only does that for certain people?” she said, raising an eyebrow, the glitter on her angel wings catching the neon lights.
“i mean, i guess he’s selective? i don’t like talking about Ichigos sex life with him, he gets all bothered and quiet, it’s weird.” you said, raising an eyebrow.
“or maybe he’s just selfish, Juni don’t egg her on.” Adira countered. “classic fuckboy behavior… i’m telling y’all, don’t fall for their bullshit.” she said, shaking her head.
“or,” Juni interjected, pointing her drink at you, “maybe he just didn’t wanna do it for her, Adira. you ever think about that? we don’t even really know what happened, and no shade, but Chelsea is crazy as fuck.”
“nah, see, now you got me thinking,” you muttered, taking another sip. “i need an official report.”
“oh my gosh, [✰],” Chloe groaned, throwing her head back. “just go ask him yourself at this point, that’s your friend.”
you scoffed, shaking your head.
because now, you were wondering something completely different. maybe your friends weren’t entirely wrong, but you knew there was more to Ichigo than just rumors.
the night dragged on, the air thick with the faint scent of liquor and smoke. you rubbed your temples, trying to soothe your growing headache as or what by nle choppa blasted through the large speakers in the living room. somehow, two of your friends had ended up chatting with some of Ichigo’s friends by the kitchen, their conversation loud and animated.
of course, them being them, they just couldn’t leave you out of it. grabbing your arm and pulling you into the little group before you could protest.
you barely had time to steady yourself before the guys greeted you, one of them pressing a drink into your hand. “oh, thanks,” you muttered, flashing a polite smile while ignoring the way he was steadily creeping into your personal space.
“hey,” a familiar voice suddenly said, standing next to you. “hi.” you replied, flashing a smile, as your eyes drifted up and met Ichigo’s.
that composure wavered the second you felt his hand settling gently on your lower back. your muscles tensed for a second before you exhaled, eyes widening as you glanced at your friend in silent do you see this?! panic.
and of course, your brain short circuited. your elbow knocked his drink, cold red liquid splashing down the front of his shirt.
“shit, i am so sorry,” you said quickly, grabbing a handful of napkins from the counter and instinctively reaching toward him.
“it’s cool, [✰] its only a shirt. ” he said easily, taking a step back as he chuckled. “i’ll just clean up real quick.
Chloe stood next to you, eyes wide with amusement. “girl. you need to chill, it’s not like he’s gonna eat you alive.”
“i know. ” you groaned, covering your face.
Juni leaned in, whispering near your ear, “you better go check on him.”
you watched as he turned, heading upstairs toward the bathroom.
you clearly hadn’t thought this through… what were you going to do? apologize again while scrubbing at his shirt? or worse, blurt out that he made you so nervous every time he came near that you started acting like a dumbass?
still, your stumbling feet carried you up the steps before you could talk yourself out of it.
the door swung open, and Ichigo stood there, bare chest on display, shirt over his shoulder. his brows furrowed for a second before his expression softened when he realized it was you.
“uhh… hey.” you said, suddenly shy, your eyes flicking down to his chest before you could stop yourself.
“what’s up?” he asked, casually leaning against the doorframe, but then he stepped aside, opening it wider so you could slip in. “you coming in, or…?”
you held up the crumpled stack of napkins in your hand like a peace offering. “i wasn’t even thinking… i um, i grabbed you some wet napkins, but you’re already in the bathroom so you probably don’t even need them. which wa-”
“—you came all the way up here just to give me napkins? aw my best friend loves me.” he cut in, ruffling your hair. you smacked his hand away, always hating when he did that. the corner of his mouth twitched, like he was holding back a grin.
heat crept up your neck instantly. "yeah, yeah," you muttered, averting your gaze. "just take this shit before i change my damn mind." Ichigo laughed, the sound low and warm, and the way his eyes lingered on you made it worse. “im just fucking with you, i think it’s cute.”
oh fuck.
“but no, i appreciate it, [✰]. better it spilled on me anyway. your dress is way too cute to get ruined.” and you suddenly realized how close you were, the two of you cramped in a bathroom barely big enough for one.
“thanks… your shirt was nice or whatever. ” you mumbled, eyes betraying you as they slid down to the lines of his chest and arms.
he chuckled, ruffling his hair. “shit, this? like i said, just a regular ass shirt.”
you smiled, chewing at your lip. but the silence that followed stretched longer than it should have. both of you listening to the muffled chaos from downstairs… somebody yelling “chug, chug, chug,” the bass rattling the bathroom mirror, plus faint smell of gross pumpkin candles failing to cover the cheap liquor in the air.
you shoved the crumpled napkins into his chest like an idiot. “uh, here, before I make this any weirder.”
“everybody downstairs probably thinks i’m dumb for even coming up here,” you muttered, shaking your head.
he raised an eyebrow. “ why should you care what they think? fuck all that gossiping shit.”
at this point, your pulse was going stupid in your ears. your phone lit up in your hand, the group chat exploding.
THA BIG 4
adirakins
yall she probably got kidnapped or something don’t even play omg
chloeee
been gone for a while… both scenarios are possible
let’s hope it’s not the first one lmfaooo
adirakins
guys noo she doesn’t need any fuckboy dick
chloeee
adira ENOUGHHH
junijuni
[✰] make sure to use protectionnn!
or u could swallow, idk 🤷🏽♀️
adirakins
NO JUNI STOP🙎🏽♀️
you [✰]
yall are unserious asfff
and no we’re just talking im fine😭
chloeee
SHES ALIVE YALLL
did u get dick yet👅
junijuni
wait so yall are nott fucking..?
girl jump on him or SOMETHING PLS
adirakins
girl get out of the bathroom they have pink whitney slushies
you giggled under your breath, rolling your eyes before locking your phone again. “what’s funny?” Ichigo asked, glancing at you in the mirror as he dabbed at his shirt.
“nothing! just my friends being dumb.”
“you know, you’re always so cute when you get flustered. that’s why you’re such a shitty liar.” he said suddenly. “im not flustered, and stop flirting with me.” you lied, adjusting your bunny ears with a dramatic little huff.
“you are, and i’m just talking.” he teased, leaning closer now, beer bottle dangling from his fingers. his eyes stayed locked on yours in the mirror, like he wanted to see how long it’d take for you to look away.
your phone buzzed again, another flood of messages lighting up your screen. Ichigo glanced down at it, then back at you. “damn, tell your friends they can chill,” he murmured, voice dropping. “you’re good.”
“i know. but i should probablyy head back down before they send out a search party.” you said, reaching for the knob.
“[✰], do you still go to that coffee shop by campus?” he hummed, eyes locked on yours. why was he trying to keep you from leaving all of a sudden?
“i haven’t been in a hot minute but i- wait, wait, how do you even know i go to that shop? i’ve never been with you.” you asked, eyebrow raised.
Ichigo’s smirk tugged higher, his chest brushing against yours. “ive seen you there, more than once.”
you arched a brow, letting a sly smile tug at your lips. “so you watch me? mm that’s kinda creepy.”
he tilted his head, gaze dipping down to your lips before sliding back up. “sometimes i look for you. everywhere.”
your laugh came out shaky, disbelief curling in your chest. “nah, Ichigo you’re lying.”
“am i?”
“yea, cuz if you were really looking for me, you would’ve said something.” you muttered, eyes flicking down at the wet floor tile so you didn’t have to meet his gaze.
Ichigo stepped closer, close enough that the faint smell of his cologne and the beer on his breath blended in the air between you. “well i’m saying something now, aren’t i?”
you snorted, glancing at your reflection in the mirror to fix your skirt. “well mr know it all, i have a question for you then.” you hummed, deciding to be bold, cuz you could just blame it on the alcohol later.
“ask me.” he said, watching your eyes rake down his bare chest. “what’s up with you and your ex girlfriend chelsea? sorry, i know it’s not my place but i keep hearing so much shit about it.” you exhaled, hearing him laugh.
“of course you bring her up.. what took you so long to ask?” he shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “plus, do you really wanna waste your big question on that? you seem jealous.”
“bye, don’t flatter yourself.” you tried to bite back a smile at the teasing tone, rolling your own eyes in response. "it's my question, i can ask whatever the hell i want… its just that people love to talk, you know? especially since you wouldn’t tell me about it before.”
Ichigo leaned against the counter, eyes locked on yours. “yeah, people do love to talk. but you really think i give a shit about Chelsea?" he asked, shaking his head.
he seemed more serious now, a bit agitated even. "she wasn't my girlfriend, we hooked up twice. that's it. those rumors? Chelsea loved that the most, half the shit she said wasn’t even true.” he spoke.
“i mean, you basically answered the question already, you smartass,” you said, giving him a side eye. “but you’re saying she lied about everything?”
“i’m saying she had her version of me, and it wasn’t mine. we didn’t work, that’s all.” his voice dipped, sharp. “i know you’re asking whether i’m the asshole she made me sound like… nah. that’s not me. she wanted labels. i don’t do labels. because i save that shit for people who actually mean something to me. and i didn’t wanna say anything cuz she would try to talk shit about you."
you studied him for a second, chewing the inside of your cheek. you always tried your hardest to not roll your eyes whenever he talked about labels. he looked too steady, too unbothered, like someone who’d already made peace with it. “me?!? the fuck did i do to her? i don’t even think i’ve had a conversation with that girl.” you said, frowning a bit.
Ichigo just stood there laughing, staring at you. he let out a low sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “you're so dense, you know that? [✰], you didn’t do shit to her. she was jealous of you, always asking why i talked about you so much.” you blinked. “why the hell were you talking about me that much?”
you squinted, staring up at him. “ok so… you’re telling me the ‘two times’ you hooked up with this girl, you talked about me most of the time? Ichigo, no wonder she fucking hated me oh my gosh.” you scoffed.
“ i didn’t mean to! it just… came up.” he said, running a hand through his hair with a sheepish smirk. "i’d be hanging out with her, and we'd start talking about my day… and somehow it was always like “oh [✰] said this,”or ‘[✰] hates when people do that,” or ‘[✰] made me watch that dumb ass movie again.’”
you snorted, caught off guard and trying to hide your curiosity. “mmm i dunno, i’d hate me too if the guy i was hooking up with talked about his girl best friend all the fucking time. ”
“OKAY, okay, I get it,” he groaned, holding his hands up slightly. “I fucked up. i know. the thing is , i ate her out, she gave me a blowjob… and i maybe moaned someone else’s name. which is why she started the rumor i think." he blushed, letting out a breathless chuckle.
“wait, wait- you did what? ohhh, you’re so fucked up for that,” you said, pointing at him like a disappointed parent. “Ichigo. whose name did you moan?”
“don’t ask me that right now,” he cut in, voice low, a warning and a plea at the same time. " i kinda… slipped. but i didn’t care, i let her believe whatever she wanted after she started talking shit. no way was i gonna walk around telling people i accidentally moaned my best friend’s name.”
you froze. what do you say when your best friend, the one you’ve been secretly, quietly into for years… tells you he moaned your name while someone else was giving him head?
so you did the only thing your overwhelmed body could, laugh. he dragged a hand over his face, groaning like you were physically exhausting him.
“man, you’re dense. i swear.” he huffed, leaning back on the edge of the counter.
you smacked his shoulder without thinking, then jerked your hand back when he almost caught it. “you keep calling me dense like you’re not the one hiding shit, your whole ‘i don’t do labels’ bullshit—”
he cut in again, but quieter this time.“i don’t do labels with people i don’t actually want.”
“i get it Ichigo. but instead of just telling me this in the first place like an adult, you played in that girl’s face?”
he stared at you like you had 3 heads, scoffing. “played in her face??” he repeated, offended. “ i wasn’t the one going around saying someone doesn’t know how to use their mouth!”
you wheezed, kicking your feet a little as you tried to stop laughing. “nah, because you’re actually insane. you could’ve just told me?
Ichigo shot you a look, eyebrows raised. “oh, yeah. lemme just walk into your dorm like, ‘hey [✰], wild story, but i accidentally moaned your name while another girl was sucking me off.’ that’s perfect right?
you laughed it off, smiling softly as you stared down at your white toes. “ ugh, at least you said you actually give head, i was starting to think my best friend was a loser.” you joked, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
but you immediately cringed when it came out of your mouth. Ichigo busted out laughing, shaking his head. “didn’t expect you to ask me straight up.”
you clicked your tongue, turning away. “shut upp. im grown. just cuz i don’t overshare like you doesn’t mean i’m clueless.” you whined, tugging at your bunny ears again like that would somehow erase it.
but you were curious about his answer…
he leaned against the counter, a big ass grin on his face. “maybe i do, maybe i don’t. depends on who asks.”
you blinked slowly, chewing your bottom lip. “mm so it’s selective, huh?”
“selective,” he said, stepping closer, the space shrinking fast. “sometimes it’s about who can take it, and who wants it.”
oh.
your stomach fluttered. “oh really… and do you think i want it?”
“i can tell. but you gotta ask nicely.” he murmured, voice dropping low, letting his gaze rake over you in a way that made you squirm.
“okay, maybe a little. but, so what if i am curious? ” you admitted, voice dropping, and you caught the look in his eyes, one that made your thighs squeeze together.
“then i gotta see how curious,” he said, tilting his head, lips brushing near your ear. “don’t wanna waste my time on someone who can’t handle it.”
oh you could definitely handle it.
your ass could NOT handle it.
which is how you ended up on the bathroom counter, legs pinned to your chest as Ichigo slurped on your clit.
tongue pressing deep, lips sucking around your clit, nose nudging against you with every messy lap. the wet sounds filled the bathroom, obscene and loud, his groans vibrating against your cunt like he was savoring every drop. your head was spinning, body trembling as pleasure ripped through you.” shit.." the word was little more than a gasp, air leaving your lips with a shaky exhale.
your voice cracked as your thighs clenched around his head, but he only gripped them tighter, forcing them wider.
“fuck!” you whispered, thighs trembling as his tongue dragged slow from your entrance up to your clit, circling it before sucking hard. he looked up at you from between your legs, eyes hooded, lips glistening. “gotta keep quiet.” he rasped, then went right back in.
a small whine escaped you, fingers clenching against the cold countertop. “ how am I… supposed to be quiet when you do that…?" you could feel him watching you, taking in every shudder, every hitch of breath.
“ just try—“ he murmured, then went back to work, making it almost impossible to hold back a moan.
your head thudded against the mirror behind you. you nodded like you were stupid, a fucked out look on your face as your eyes locked on his.
your skirt was bunched up at your waist, bunny ears hanging crooked, and the only thing you could think was, if anyone tries this door, you’d just have to transfer schools. like there’s no coming back from being “girl dressed as slutty bunny getting her coochie devoured in the bathroom at a sig ep’s halloween party”
you really couldn’t even give two fucks about it when his tongue flicked and pressed against your clit, switching between slow, deliberate licks and sloppy, greedy open mouthed sucking that had you squirming against the counter.
someone laughed right outside the door, and your stomach dropped. your hand flew from his hair to cover your mouth, wide eyed panic flashing across your face.
Ichigo looked up at you, lips shiny, smirking like something was funny. “relax.” he cooed, breath hot against you. “they can’t hear you over the music, not unless you want them to.”
his grip on your thighs tightened before he spread you open wider, tongue flattening against your pussy like he was trying to drown himself in it. every sloppy lick echoed in the cramped bathroom, wet sounds bouncing off tile, and you couldn’t hold back the pathetic whimper that escaped your throat.
you bit your lip so hard you tasted blood, your head tipping back against the mirror. “mmm.. don’t stop!”
“i know baby, i know.” he said against you, then sucked your clit back into his mouth, messy slurping sounds filling the bathroom as his fingers slid inside you, curling just right.
your whole body jerked, a sharp cry ripping from your throat before you slapped a hand over your mouth again, eyes wide.
“that’s ittt.” he muttered, voice rough, fucking you on his fingers while his tongue kept working you over. “cum on my face, pretty girl. don’t fight it.”
“ah- fuckk, Ichi—” your voice cracked, hips jerking forward against his mouth.
“she’s so fuckin’ wet.” he groaned, pulling back just enough to press two fingers against your fluttering hole.
you whimpered, thighs trembling, and realized with absolute horror that your legs were literally trying to kick. “i–i’m g–gonna—” the warning spilled out between whimpers, but Ichigo just groaned into your pussy, the sound sending vibrations straight through your clit.
your eyes rolled back, stomach clenching, and you couldn’t stop it if you tried. your orgasm slammed into you hard, messy and, thighs trembling as you came all over his tongue and fingers.
your whole body was buzzing, legs still weak from cumming in his mouth. you barely had time to catch your breath before Ichigo stood chest heaving, jaw slick with your mess.
you whimpered lowly, trying to not let his sudden warm kisses to your clit and inner thighs fuck you up even more. "you good? or do you wanna stop here?" he murmured against your leg before pressing another slow kiss to your stomach. you shook your head no weakly, chest rising and falling.
“turn around for me.” he rasped, already tugging your skirt further up your torso.
you hesitated, brain foggy from overstimulation, but his hands were firm as he spun you and bent you over the counter. your palms hit the cool surface, while he hooked your left leg up on the sink, spreading you open.
“fuck.” he muttered, pushing his sweats low enough for his cock to spring free, thick and dripping precum. he dragged the tip through your soaked slit, groaning at the mess you’d already made of yourself.
“you feel that?” he rasped, pressing it against your soaked slit, dragging it up and down until you were whining from the friction. “all this cuz of me.”
the stretch of his cock had your jaw dropping, a strangled cry muffled coming out. your pussy clenched instantly, walls gripping him like you’d been waiting for this forever.
Ichigo pressed two fingers into your mouth, sliding them past your lips until they rested heavy on your tongue. “be good for me and bite if it’s too much.” he said, though he knew you wouldn’t. he watched you, taking in the way your lips parted obediently and how your eyelashes fluttered at his touch.
you moaned around his fingers, drool slipping past the corner of your mouth as his hips began to move. the sound of him, skin slapping against yours, the wet squelch of your pussy taking him echoed in the small bathroom.
“shit—” Ichigo hissed through his teeth, head falling forward for a second before he caught your gaze in the mirror again. “so tight, fuck. you feel that? takin’ me so good.”
your words came out broken around his fingers, half-garbled whimpers, half-pleas. “mmm-mmmphh, fuhhh-” you sucked lightly on his fingers, tongue swirling over his knuckles. you actually loved seeing how much he liked it, how his pupils dilated and his body tensed, almost like he was holding himself back.
he chuckled darkly. “dick got you stupid already?” tears pricked your eyes as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. mouth full, eyes glassy, dress pushed up, and his frame shadowing yours as he fucked you.
you tried to respond, but it came out as a broken whine, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. your mascara was running worse now, tears pooling in your lashes as he picked up pace, slamming into you harder. “nghhh, too much—Ichi—“
“it’s okay, ” he leaned down, chest pressed to your back, lips brushing your ear. “take that shit… you can take it.” his hand slid up your front, wrapping around your throat as his thrusts grew deeper, harder, the wet slap of skin echoing through the bathroom.
if somebody told you a week ago you’d be bent over a bathroom sink with Ichigo fucking the life outta you, you would’ve laughed in their face. but here you were, clinging to the counter.
“shhh,” Ichigo hushed, pulling his fingers free and covering your mouth with his palm. “you gotta be quieter.”
you whined, your teary eyes locking on his in the mirror as his brows furrowed. you let out a shaky whimper as he slowly ground into you, concentrated and sweaty.
then Ichigo’s hips slowed, grinding deep, angle shifting until your back arched off instinct. he was hunting for your spot, and the second he found it, he watched your face to see your reactions, pushing in roughly again and again when he heard your yelp.
“ohhh fuck—” your voice muffled, tears spilling as your knees knocked.
“yeah, thereee it is,” Ichigo groaned, drilling into the spot again, watching your reflection like he was addicted to your face. “feels good huh?” he said breathlessly, orange hair sticking to his forehead.
you nodded frantically, but it didn’t stop your body from jolting with every snap of his hips. your reflection a mess, and it only made the coil in your stomach wind tighter.
he picked up the pace, hips snapping into you faster now, each thrust rocking your body against the counter. his palms gripped and kneaded your ass, the occasional sharp slap making you jolt and cry out.
you were a mess of moans, spewing broken yeses and whimpers, until one brutal stroke had your hand flying back to push him away…or at least try to.
“move your hand,” Ichigo snapped, voice low and stern, not slowing for a second.
you were babbling nonsense now, brain fried, words spilling with every stroke. “pleasee , fuck, fuck—mmmghhh, i can’t—”
his hand clamped over your mouth again, swallowing your cries, while his other hand pinned your wrists behind your back. Ichigo locked you in place, forcing you to take every inch as his thrusts grew rougher, deeper, more relentless.
“fuckkk.” he whispered. “messy little slut can’t stop cummin’, huh?”
“yeah fuck meemmph.. feels so gooood!” you squealed, cunt squeezing around him hard as you felt your high approaching. your muffled sobs only made him groan, pulling his hand from your mouth just long enough for you to gasp, “i-i’m cumming again!”
“atta girl.” Ichigo cooed, hand sliding up to grip your jaw, tilting your head until your teary gaze locked with his in the mirror. “keep looking at me, i wanna see your face when you cum.” and when you did, he rewarded you with a particularly sharp roll of his hips. the type that hit so deep it made your toes curl and your vision blur.
he pulled out, lifting you back up onto the counter facing him before he pulled your legs over his shoulders. Ichigo kissed you again, your tongues swirling together as he tapped his tip onto your puffy clit, the pressure making you mewl and grip his arm.
Ichigo’s thrusts were meaner now, slow, but hard and made your body shake in pleasure. you whined, looking down at his thumb toying with your clit as fucked into you, his dick coated in a sticky cream. his lips left a trail of kisses as they moved from your neck to your jaw.
his thumb circled your clit faster, matching the rhythm of his hips.
and your orgasm shattered, pussy clenching around him as you came hard, his name spilling from your lips repeatedly in a breathless moan.
Ichigo didn’t stop fucking you through it, chasing his own release with desperate thrusts. with a low groan, he came too, burying himself deep inside you.
“you okay?” he murmured, one hand gently grazing the outside of your thigh as he pulled out. "i wasn't too rough, right?" you were fuckin exhausted, eyes fluttering tiredly. “nope, i’m not glass Ichigo.” you chuckled, fixing your skirt.
he chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.“im just making sure you're alright.” he murmured, placing kisses on your forehead.
“we should’ve done that sooner.”
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note: …took a while ik im sorry💔 decided to only do one fic instead of 2 partss! ty all for being so patient and most of all ty for the love <3
magnificent work. 🥹
