Pink and Lavender
Warnings: smut, graphic smut, creampie, NSFW, minors do not interact
Summary: Ikkaku/OC oneshot from bleach. Since Ikkaku does not get enough love. Here's a fun oneshot of a squad four member and the rough squad eleven third seat. Set before the main Bleach story line.
Word count: 5,956
The fourth division was a buzz of people running around. After all half of squad eleven had found themselves among the barracks for all sorts of medical attention. Apparently their last mission had gone well but then at some point the men turned on each other, apparently bets were made and they took up battling one another like the savages they are.
Emiko paused as she noticed three of her fellow squad mates standing outside a door to a room. The three women were whispering to themselves. Though upon approaching them it quickly became apparent that they were arguing. The three were supposed to be tending to the two men in the room. But it seemed none of the nurses wanted to actually enter and deal with the men.
“What’s the matter?” She asked as she approached the three women who jumped the second they heard someone's voice. But wide smiles broke out across their faces at the sight of their higher ranked squad mate who was approaching them.
“Seventh seat Kimura,” all three nurses bowed to the woman. The relief in their voices had the brunette woman arch an eyebrow at them.
“It is squad eleven ma’am. Both of them,” one of the women said softly as her eyes quickly darted over to look at the door they had been huddled in front of.
Well that wasn’t a surprise, squad eleven was always a pain in the ass to deal with when they had to have any sort of medical attention. And of course many of the squad were terrified of the big brutes.
“What needs to be done?” She asked, looking to the woman’s hands to spot the bandage they were holding.
“It’s third seat Madarame and fifth seat Ayasegawa. Third seat Madarame’s bandages need to be changed. But when we tried they chased us out,” one of the women spoke, shivering and shrinking back at the memory of the angry bald man yelling at them. Well that wasn’t a surprise the squad eleven jerks were always a problem. And one Emiko found herself dealing with a lot after transferring to the squad some years ago after leaving squad two.
Emiko was skilled in hand to hand combat but she had learned after a dozen years she didn’t enjoy taking people's lives. She much more enjoyed helping people instead. And so squad four is where she found herself and she has stayed ever since very quickly earning a ranked seat thanks to her battle abilities and the healing abilities she picked up a bit after joining the squad.
“Here allow me to tend to squad eleven,” she said, reaching out to take the bandages. The bandages were nearly thrown at her as was the thanks before the three nurses nearly took off running to get away. They honestly probably would have flashed stepped away if any of them were skilled enough in the art to do so.
With that the woman gave a simple knock to the door and called out her name before just sliding it open and walking in. After all, she already knew what was going to be said to her. And of course as she started to open the door the yell to go away was what greeted her.
“Good morning. Third seat Madarame and fifth seat Ayasegawa. It is time to change your bandages,” the woman said, forcing a rather slightly eerie smile. One that really didn’t hide how unhappy she was to be the one stuck dealing with the two squad eleven members.
“Oi I’ll tell you what I told those other useless idiots. I don’t need no bandages,” was the yell that the bald man gave her as she smiled at him. Ayasegawa on the other hand simply gave her the smallest of simple smiles as he watched his friend.
“I beg to differ. Unless you would enjoy getting an infection. Then you would be forced to stay here longer. And I am sure that is something neither of us would want,” she said, her voice overly sweet as she tried to hide the slight anger she had at being stuck dealing with the two annoying asses.
“Now please if you wouldn’t mind,” she said, indicating to the top of his white yukata, after all she couldn’t change the bandages around his chest while he was fully dressed. She had apparently picked up a thing or two from her captain. As she watched his face pale softly at her strong tone and unwavering determination. This was going to happen even if she had to wrestle the man.
The sudden laughter of the dark haired man in the room drew both sets of eyes to look over at him. Well at least it caused the two to stop glaring at one another.
“It’s been a while since someone stood up to you Ikkaku,” the darker haired man said once his little laughing fit had ended and Ikkaku had yelled at him for laughing. Emiko simply sighed before she slid the sleeves of her shihakushō tying them up and out of her way so she could work. Though that allowed the soft scars that littered her skin to now become visible as she watched the man finally slip his arms out of the sleeves of his kimono and allowed the material to pool around his waist. Though it was Yumichika’s eyes on her that she didn’t enjoy. Ikkaku didn’t look at her as she started to work at carefully removing the bandages that were wrapped around his biceps and then chest.
“So it’s true then. That squad four’s seventh seat was once an actual warrior?” Was it really a question or a snarky comment? Emiko wasn’t completely sure as she looked up at the dark haired man who was eyeing the marks on her own arms. Then again maybe it was just the way squad eleven guys were, even the feminine fifth seat was a bit brass.
“I was. But my sword skills were poor, and I do not enjoy taking lives,” she answered simply though that didn’t seem to get the dark haired man to look away as her fingers worked quickly and delicately to remove the soiled bandages. She may have said more than she wanted to though. She wasn’t lying, her skills with a sword were not great even though she did have a shikia. But the woman was far more handy with her hands and her kyoketsu shoge of a sword as opposed to wielding an actual full size blade like most soul reapers. At least in its sealed form the sword was a small blade not much more than a dagger. But in its shikia form the small blade grew a second angled hook from the hilt and the chain it acquired allowed the small blade to easily be swung around or hand held if need be and the chain used to attack and stop opponents.
She could tell that the dark haired man was still unsure. Was that the look on his face? No, maybe intrigued was a better term? His eyes were watching her closely as if he could read the way her body moved. Her fingers moved with an ease from many years of practice. But at least her answer had shut the man up allowing her to work in peace.
Her fingers glanced over the smooth skin that was pulled tight over the strong muscles. Sure she had seen many men who were strong and well muscled. And yet something about the high ranked squad eleven member had her enticed in thought as her fingers started to wrap his left arm first after having removed the old bandages. A bit of kido to help the wounds heal faster and some fresh bandages and she was not worried at all about the man.
Once the last of the new bandages were wrapped tight she sat back on her heels as she allowed her eyes to roam over his injured and healing body.
“How does that feel now, third seat Madarame?” She asked him as she watched him slowly and carefully roll a shoulder. She could see his lips press more firmly together but he refused to wince and show pain.
“Feels perfectly fine,” he growled at her.
“And fifth seat Ayasegawa isn’t your shadow. Do not try to feed me lies third seat,” she returned his growl with a hard glare and her own steady sarcastic voice. Of course the bald man did not take her words well as he turned to glare at her.
“You best be careful what you say woman,” he was trying to intimidate her. The feeling of his spirit energy washing over her was trying to suck the air from her lungs. But a little release of her own easily corrected his and allowed her to continue breathing easily.
“My apologies Madarame,” she said simply though it was easy to see she really didn’t care if she offended him. After all, squad eleven made her life harder as her squad mates would always push these guys on to her to deal with since few actually dared to pick a fight with her. Not after she put a man down on the ground of the squad barracked once when he tried to manhandle her.
It had been an easy thing to do. The man was slow, and well when you twist the wrist hard enough without breaking it the body often will follow and the man was quick to cry out in pain and even begged to be let go. It earned her a good amount of respect among her own squad. And squad eleven had grown at first to test and push her buttons. But eventually with no one able to take down the woman they grew to give her a small bit of respect. But it wasn’t much.
“Settle down Ikkaku. After all she wasn’t wrong,” the dark haired man said with a good light laugh as he watched his friend grumble at him. Which in turn had the woman flash the man a thankful smile.
“Well you're bandaged up for now. I will be back in a few hours with some lunch for both of you,” she said as she gathered up the unused and soiled supplies as she stood up. She gave the two a soft bow before turning and leaving the room leaving the two men alone.
“Hmm well isn’t she an interesting woman,” the dark haired man said as a hand reached your flushing some of his hair out of his face.
“I think she’s annoying,” was the bold man’s growl.
“Oh come now you can’t fool me. You find her alluring,” Yumichika couldn’t help but tease his friend, knowing the defensiveness was a dead give away. If Yumichika was wrong Ikkaku would just let the teasing roll off of him. But since he was being defensive that meant that Yumichika was right. And that only made it all the more fun to bug his dear friend.
“What the hell are you talking about! I don’t find that lowly squad four member as anything but a weakling,” was the growl that the bald man gave his friend.
“Oh come now. She used to be a member of the punishment force and squad two for a good number of years. I am sure that woman has held her own in a number of fights. Do you really think she’s a weak person? She’s not like the rest of this annoying squad,” the dark haired man said with a soft arch of an eyebrow.
“She is still a part of this useless squad,” his bald companion grumbled once again slowly and carefully rolling his injured shoulder this time taking in what hurt where as he moved. Yumichika bit back his reply, all too aware his friend would not continue with his light teasing.
Still Yumichika shrugged his shoulders as the corner of his lips tugged up as he tossed a look at his dear friend, dear but stupid friend. It was clear there was something that the bald idiot saw in the woman. But that pigheaded stance of his seemed to stand in the man’s way of what could be possible. And Yumichika knew better than anyone that the woman had his best friend's attention. And so the dark haired man kept himself silent with a slight shake of his head before he moved his attention to heading out to take in the lovely view of the garden. That was something that squad eleven lacked, but Yumichika would never voice that thought to the rough and gruff squad eleven captain or his squad mates.
That left Ikkaku to sit and stew in his slight embarrassment and anger over his friends' teasing. Ikkaku would never let something as primal as feelings for a woman bother him. He was the great third seat of squad eleven. The feelings for the squad four member was nothing more than a pent up primal feeling. But he would not take out such urges on a simple woman from squad four. What would his Captain think? Actually maybe that was not a concern, Ikkaku always wondered what his Captain and the Captain of squad four had going on. The two were weird around one another, or at least that was the bald man's take on it any time he has had to physically drag his Captain to the weak squad for healing. But the rest of the squad would surly not let him live it down if he fucked some weak woman from a weak squad like squad four. He would be better off going to a bar and just picking someone else up. Or go hit up a geisha house if he was that desperate for company.
Ikkaku was not even aware of how long he had been sitting there stewing in his own mind and thoughts till a knock at his door had him tuning his attention away from the view of the garden in front of him.
“Come in,” He called out originally assuming it was Yumichika having returned to wherever the moron had run off to.
The sound of the door sliding open was the only sound that gave away that someone had walked into the room as the footsteps were silent. It was not till a tray of food was placed down beside him that Ikkaku turned to look at who had entered his room. He was a little surprised that it had not been Yumichika who had walked up to him.
“I have brought you some lunch, third seat Madarame,” It was the same woman from earlier who had bandaged him up. The one that had him arguing with himself in his head. All she got from the man in acknowledgement to her words was a simple grunt. Like the uncivil barbarian that all squad eleven members were, Emiko was not surprised as she simply placed the tray of food down for him. “I will be back shortly to retrieve the dishes.”
At that Emiko stood up and left the room as quietly as she had entered. The door closing was the only thing that informed Ikkaku that she had left and he was once again left alone. He waited a moment before reaching for one of the plates of food that had been brought from the squad four barrack cafeteria, at least the food was decent.
Like she had promised in just a little under an hour after she had dropped off the food she was standing before the door to the squad eleven third seat’s recovery room. She had not liked being ignored when she had dropped off his meal earlier. But maybe that was a good thing? After all, squad eleven were usually a rowdy and hard to handle group. So maybe she should be happy with the silent treatment instead. Knocking as she had done earlier she waited till he called out for her to enter.
Like before the man was still sitting on the engawa looking out into the garden. And he did not look back at her as she made her way across the room to go and grab the tray that now has empty plates sitting on top. She did not expect any issues from the man as she kneeled and reached to grab the tray of food. Only for a hand to shoot out and grab at her wrist closest to him. This action had her pause before she turned to look over at him, raising an eyebrow at the man.
“Is there something I can help you with?” She asked as she remained frozen, not sure if she would get her wrist back from him if she tried to pull it away. She was well aware that the man was physically stronger than her. She would more likely dislocate her shoulder before she would get her hand free. And yet Ikkaku remained silent for a good minute as he watched her.
“Sit,” he said simply with a slight bit of authority in his voice. She did not have to listen to him. And yet she still found herself sliding the tray over and sitting on her knees beside the man who was looking out over the garden.
Once she had sat beside him and was clearly not going to leave he had let go of her wrist. Though now they fell into a silence. Ikkaku had not planned to stop her. It just kind of happened, he had stopped her before he could even realize his hand had grabbed her. So in his slightly panicked state he told her to sit. But now he did not know what to say or do. He had not planned for this to happen.
“Is there a reason you have requested me to sit with you?” She finally broke the silence that had been sitting over top of both of them as Ikkaku curses mentally for not saying anything.
“Sorry,” Was the single word reply she got from him. Which just had her arching a brow at him.
“Huh? What for?” she asked with an ever so slight tilt of her head as she looked over at him.
“For earlier. I did not make your job exactly easy when you had been changing my bandages,” He admitted as he simply glared out into the garden well aware of the woman's gaze. Huh well she never expected that from the third seat of a band of barbarians among all the squads.
“Apology accepted. After all, you were not that bad to deal with. I have had to deal with much worse in the past before. I did not have to throw you to the floor or knock you out in order to do my job,” She said with a soft shrug of her shoulders. She did not need his apology but it was still nice to hear it from the man.
With that a silence fell over them again as Ikkaku became mildly unsure of his next actions. It was not till she had started to get up that he once again found his body moving without intention. His hand had shot out once again to grab at her wrist as she was halfway to her feet. She had not been expecting that, having assumed the apology was all he wanted and she was free to leave she had moved to return to work. She did not expect him to stop her. The action pulled her off balance. Following the arm that had reached for her and gave a slight tug she found herself not only falling down but to the side of where she had originally been sitting.
With a slightly embarrassing noise escaping her lips, she found herself sitting among the man's lap. His one hand still held her wrist but his free hand had found itself sitting along the side of her hip keeping her from falling out of his lap and to the hardwood floor. Her wide eyes looked up at his as it seemed he was just as surprised as she was, watching him looking down at her with just as much shock on his face as was on hers.
She was frozen as she sat along the man's lap looking up at him and watching as his ears quickly started to turn a little red at the tips. It was clear he had not expected for her to just fall into his lap. Or maybe it was the fact she did not just jump instantly out of his lap that was the reason his ears were starting to warm? She knew she should push him away and get up. And she tried, her hands raised up to rest against his nearly bared chest. The only thing preventing her hands from touching flesh was the fresh white bandages she had wrapped around him just hours earlier. But even through the thin bandages she could feel the hard muscles beneath. It was a very quick reminder that she was in the lap of a warrior. Instead of pushing back and trying to climb out of his lap she froze and looked up at the man.
Her body was tense, she expected him to push her out of his lap just as fast as she had fallen into it. But he did not. No, instead she felt the hand that had been wrapped around her wrist and that had pulled her down into his lap let go of her wrist and instead started to climb up the arm that he had been holding till his fingers glanced across the back of her neck. The feeling had a shiver run up her back and a soft gasp escape her lips as they parted. It seemed her lack of movement or resistance to him seemed to encourage the man on as she felt the rough fingers along the base of her skull hold her tightly as she found herself being pulled forwards a little more. Her head tilted up on its own to look up at the man as his lips met hers.
Should she have leaned in and returned the kiss? Probably not. He was a patient, surely her captain would be unhappy with this. And yet in the moment she did not care as she felt her hands resting on his chest slowly slide up to be able to grab at his shoulders. As if that would help ground her somehow as she felt his tongue glance across her bottom lip. She did not hesitate to part her lips for him, allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth. Their tongues danced together a little before she felt his tongue start to explore her mouth. And she let him before they pulled away both softly panting for air.
She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as her eyes fluttered open, not even aware she had closed them during the kiss. They only took a few seconds to inhale some more air before lips were on one another's again. This time the kiss had not been as slow or hesitant as teeth nearly clinked together. The hand on the back of her neck had moved its way up to entangle among her loose hair that sat around her shoulders. A slight tug of the handful of hair he had in his hand had brought moans from her chest which Ikkaku was happy to swallow down. Her body squirmed softly in his lap as she tried to turn more in his lap as she leaned forwards wishing she could get closer to him as her nails softly dug into the bare flesh of his shoulders as he had never pulled the top of his yukata back up as he had left the material to sit around his waist were the obi was the only thing keeping the material on his body. Oh how easy it would be to just reach out and give the ever so slightly tug of the material and it would take nothing for the yukata to follow open and reveal everything that was hidden under it.
Although it did not take much with her slight squirming to give her an idea of what was being hidden. His thighs were strong and solid beneath her ass. But more importantly she could feel something growing hard against her thigh. That made her hands itch to roam their way down his chest and to the front of his yukata. But before she could even think of doing anything the body beneath hers was moving.
For a split second she thought she was about to be pushed off of the man as he started to stand. But his hands moved to cup her ass as he stood up. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist not wanting to risk being pushed away nor dropped. Though pulling back and breaking her kiss to glance at the man who was now turning and walking into his room. A bare foot was pushing the door to the engawa leaving them now in the privacy of his recovery room.
“You should not be lifting anything while you're recovering,” She breathlessly scolded him which only had a wide smirk tug at his lips. She may have scolded him but she made no move to stop him or push away from him.
“Are you going to stop me?” he asked with an arched brow at her along with that wide smirk on his lips.
“No,” Emiko said softly as she listened to him chuckle before she found herself slowly falling backwards till her back hit the futon that he was provided for the room. Why did she have a feeling his question about her stopping him attained to more than just the fact that he should not be carrying her around. Was he also asking if she would stop him from going further? She had a feeling it did, but she was not left with any time to continue that line of thought as his lips met hers once again. She would not have stopped him anyways.
There was a little more teeth than there should have been. But that did not stop the kiss as teeth clashed. Hands were roaming all over each other. She was pulling at the obi that was wrapped around Ikkaku’s waist. The top of his yukata was already just hanging on by the obi. All she had to do was pull the knot free and the material of his yukata would fall away. She always did wonder if he wore anything beneath or went commando. Watching the material of his yukata fall away, she was not surprised to see nothing else underneath.
It seemed Ikkaku did not want to be the only one naked. Calloused hands were quickly tugging at her shihakusho. The tie of her hakama was pulled allowing everything to fall loose. The strips of material did not need much coaxing to fall away from her body and pool around her on the futon. The only thing still completely covering her body was the bandages that wrapped her chest and a pair of panties she had brought from the world of the living.
Breaking the kiss to gasp for air she watched him lean back a little to take in the view beneath him. He did not even try to untie the bandages that were wrapped around her chest. They were both impatient it seemed. The sound of the bandages being ripped off of her filled the room. It did not matter, she could grab new bandages. No longer being contained by the restrictions of the bandages her breasts were free for view. His hands just as quickly were tugging her pants down and off of her ankles as his eyes raked over her body as she was left in nothing more than panties beneath him before he was leaning down.
Lips had latched onto a perky nipple, the pleasure had her back arching off of the futon. Soft moans escaped her as her hands clung to any material that sat beneath her. Teeth nibbled at one nipple while she felt fingers glance over the other nipple that was being temporarily ignored. The sounds of her moans filled the room as she squirmed beneath the strong body above her.
Another hand had started to slowly slide down her flat stomach, fingers spread out over the soft skin as she arched up into the touch. Feeling fingertips glance across the skin along the top of her panties. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the fingers teased her skin. Her hips squirmed as her body ached for some sort of friction. The need to be touched more had a soft whimper escape her lips. That noise had a low chuckle vibrate against her breast that he still had suckled between his lips.
He did not make her wait as the fingers teasing her skin slowly dipped below the panties. His middle finger teased along her damp folds. The action had her hips buck up trying to beg for more. He obliged her by slowly slipping a single finger into her. Her head rolled back as she let out a moan. She felt the finger curl softly as or massaged her walls, exploring and watching for what garnered a response. Then a second finger was added.
Her hips moved against his hand, still craving more. His fingers may be bigger than hers but they were not enough. She ached for more than just his fingers. She did not even hold back the whine that escaped her lips.
“Ikkaku, please,” She whined, not even caring that she was begging him for more. She rarely begged and yet here she was begging for more from this man. And Ikkaku was happy to oblige her.
She whined when the fingers that had been teasing her were suddenly snatched away from her. The sound was embarrassing but she did not have the time to think about that fact as she felt the material of the panties being ripped off of her. The sound of the material ripping filled the air.
“Hey,” She went to start arguing but never got to give the man shit for ripping her panties as his hands were grabbing her hips and pulling her in closer to him. She let out a squeak at the sudden movement and had her cheeks blush.
His hands held her hips shifting them up slightly to the angle he wanted as he gave a rough thrust sheathing over half his length into her body in one go. She couldn't help but cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure. The stretch burned, and yet it was also wonderful as she was nearly white knuckling her hold on the bedding and clothes beneath her body. She was not even sure what she was grasping at but she welcomed something to hold onto as the thrust started.
She tried to move her hips but the hands that gripped her held her in place, just where he wanted her to be. She quickly started to moan as each thrust sent him deep into her body. He felt so amazing, so full and so deep. She very quickly became a moaning, gasping mess beneath him. And Ikkaku loved the sight of making her a mess beneath him. His hands dug into the flesh of her hips. The pace he settled into was rough and fast. And it was amazing to her. All she could do was moan out a mixture of his name and oh gods. Her words were almost incoherent as she moaned out.
An all too familiar tension was starting to build in her stomach. One hand had let go of the material beneath her and the hand moved to grab at a forearm. She slid her hand up as far as she could reach before trying to tug at the arm. She was trying to pull him down. It seemed she got her point across as he slowly leaned down a little. This allowed her to reach up grabbing at the back of his neck. Pulling him down she crashed her lips against his. Using him to help muffle her cries of pleasure as his hips roughly thrust into her. She had needed to try and quiet herself a little. The last thing Emiko needed was for one of her squad mates to over hear what she was doing at the moment. Her captain was scary enough, she did not actually need to give Captain Unohana a reason to be angry with her. And what she was doing would surely upset her Captain.
But she did not want to think about that. Not while she was in the middle of getting her brains fucked out. She was using his lips to try and muffle her moans. And Ikkaku was happy to swallow every moan she made as their hips met. Their muffled moans filled the room. Breathing was heavy, bodies were sweat covered, and bodies seemed to move in a beautiful synchronization. But the pleasure could not last forever.
The tension in her body had quickly formed a knot and the knot was about to snap. Her hands were clawing at his shoulders not caring if it was bandage or skin she was digging her nails into. In the moment she could not care less about if she was doing any damage to his injuries. She wanted his body closer to hers, that’s all that mattered in the moment. She welcomed his lips against hers as her lips parted and he swallowed every sound she made with each thrust.
She couldn’t help but cry out into the kiss when the tension in her body finally snapped. It was pure ecstasy that washed over her body. She didn’t even notice she had broken the kiss in order to throw her head back with a cry of pleasure.
She was not the only one who was enjoying herself. Groans and grunts filled her ears as Ikkaku’s head rested into the crock of her neck. One final rough thrust had him painting her insides white. A glutinous moan had filled her ear as she felt his hips stutter and stop.
Heavy breathing was all that filled the air as the two bodies tried to catch their breath’s and come down from the high they both had just experienced. She whimpered softly as Ikkaku pulled back and moved to roll onto the futon beside her. Though he was almost more on the floor. But it didn’t seem like he cared in the moment.
Taking a minute to catch her breath Emiko slowly sat up. She was already quickly starting to tug her shihakusho back into place. She remained silence even as she could feel his eyes on her as she worked to slip her clothes back on. She had work to get back to. She was running her fingers through her hair trying to tame it back down.
“Keep the bandages on and clean. You should be cleared to leave tomorrow,” she said completely getting back into her professional roll as if she had not just fucked a patient.
“And will you be visiting me again?” She looked over at the man as he asked his question. A smirk was tugging at Ikkaku’s face as he propped his head up on one arm as he laid on his side and watched her as she stood up.
“I will see you later Ikkaku,” she teased lightly as she glanced at him from over her shoulder.
