okay but anything fem x ichigo related has me in a chokehold!
Long overdue.
Starring: adult!Ichigo Kurosaki x f!reader; adult!Uryuu Ishida and mention to past Orihime Inoue x Ichigo Kurosaki;
Format: drabble;
Warnings: nsfw, post TYBW (which means Ichigo is 27, read the manga), possible spoilers for TYBW, dom!Ichigo, sub!reader, vaginal sex, coitus interrupted, clothed sex, nipple play;
Plot: Years of tension between Ichigo Kurosaki and you, Uryuuâs twin sister, finally came to an end when you blind drunk confessed your mutual attraction at Orihimeâs birthday party. Leaving her house together, you decide to continue the night at your flat, but things do not exactly go as planned.
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Huge and calloused, unsurprisingly warm hands fondled your mounds, while his muscular frame trapped you against the wall of your living room. You two had not even made it to the bedroom. Clothes went flying as soon as you had unlocked the front door and urged him inside your small flat through drunken giggles and slurred words.
Ichigo rolled your hardened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, a groan escaping his lips as he pushed his crotch between your legs. Through soft pants and tousled hair, you reached your hand down past the belt of his jeans and unbuckled it hastily. You would have never rushed things, not when you were finally getting a taste of what you had been chasing after for years now. But you were both tipsy, memories of failed relationships suffocating you. On top of that, the exhaustion of pretending you never had mutual feelings for each other had pushed you to the point of no return. You had not seen Ichigo for four long years due to your work. Leaving Japan had been hard, but it was for the better. You needed time to recover anyway. Now, however, you were back and ready to start anew again.
Your teenage crush for him had come back with a bang upon seeing him sipping on a lemonade all alone at his exâs flat. Striking up a conversation with him had not been awkward. He was still a tad clumsy, when interacting with girls, but Ichigo knew you. You had studied in the same school, fought together, you had crossed swords during the Quincy invasion, you had even interacted via social media during your absence. Ichigo never forgot you. He had witnessed to your curves blossom into that of a grown up woman and you had watched him become a man. You did not expect him to break up with the ever so sweet and devoted Orihime Inoue. Apparently, they had both realized their feelings never went beyond a strong friendship and deep admiration. Some semblance of love had eventually seeped in their hearts, but it had soon dissipated upon the few months of cohabitation they had indulged into. Their plan to start a family evaporating before their eyes in dull days of talking about how the day had treated them.
They still were pretty close, however, thus Orihimeâs decision to invite him too to her birthday party.
Additionally, you thought this was your brotherâs chance to finally get closer to the cheerful birthday girl, therefore you had practically forced Uryuu to attend the small dinner with you. After hours spent in catching up with Ichigo, laughters and narrations of your adventures the main topic of your conversation, you had lost the count of how many glasses of wine you had both guzzled. Gregariously, you had danced together until you found yourself grinding against him and Ichigoâs hands surely did not stay put. You jested, teased each others reactions, until you confessed you had always had feelings for him. Your words had slipped your mouth without your consent, but the damage was done.
Unexpectedly, he revealed he felt the same. You two bursted out laughing and somehow you kept it low in the presence of the other hosts, especially Uryuu and Orihime. Around midnight, you both felt like leaving. You were some privacy.
When you leaned closer to Ichigo, lips an inch away from his, glossy eyes pulling the strings of his heart in ways he had never imagined could be real, he lost his inhibitions âCan I accompany you home?â he had asked you, pinkish hues dusting his cheeks as you nodded vigorously at his suggestion. It was happening, then. You were a step away from hitting the jackpot
Besides Orihime and your brother, you had not said your goodbyes to anyone else. Giddily, you awaited for Ichigo to join you down the street, deciding to leave the party in different moments not to draw attention. By the time you had entered your apartment things had escalated quickly.
When the clink of his belt finally undone pierced your ears, you slipped your hands underneath your skirt, hooking your fingers underneath the elastic bands to slide them down your thighs. Ichigo fumbled with his jeans, unzipping them in a hurry before reaching for his wallet and drawing a condom from it.
âOh, so you didnât turn into a moron during my absenceâ you joked, watching in anticipation as he ripped the package open and proceeded to roll the condom over his length. Your eyes were too trained on the show he was giving you to register his next actions. Grasping your right leg, he secured it around his hip and let his fingers slide down your slick, ascertaining if you were wet enough for welcoming him inside.
Your breath hitched, earning a mocking grin from him âAh, on the other hand, the more you age the closer you get to talk like your brotherâ he ranted, an indignated gasp from you prompting him to make it up for his words by pressing into your opening.
You hummed, rotating your hips to make him slide further into you. The tip was not enough. Your eyes closed, whilst Ichigo kissed your jawline and pushed further inside you. Your warm body sent shivers down his spine, his fingers digging onto the plush of your arse as his pelvis met yours in the last efforts to bottom out.
Your arms were looped around his shoudlers, grateful he was practically sustaining your weigh in this position. You struggled to keep some composure, biting back your tongue not to moan loudly and boost his ego. Ichigo, though, was relentless. Holding you closer to him, he pulled out before thrusting in again and repeated the action a few times to elicit strained moans from you.
âCan you not be silent when I fuck you?â.
âO-Oi, you shithead, I have neighbours!â.
Ichigo snorted, grunting when you tightened yourself around his shaft to tease him âOh, come on, donât be a painââ.
Talking about a pain in the ass, a phone rang and he automatically halted his onslaught on your body. You sighed, head lolling back against the wall in defeat, but you refused to let him go. The warmth of his body, the stretch you were experiencing were something you were not so willing to give up to easily. Not even if the caller was alerting you a meteor was about to destroy the Country.
âDonât pick up the phoneâŠâ you drawled, pouting, as Ichigo looked at you with a conflicted, troubled expression.
âButââ.
âPretty please?â.
âWhat ifââ.
âIâll suck you dry, if you let itââ.
His sense of responsibility prevailed. Shooting an apologetic glance at you, he kissed your forehead and shoved his hand into the pocket of his hoodie, drawing up his phone without even checking who it was. It was your downfall.
âKurosaki Ichigoâ he said dispassionately, voice raspy, as you decided to get to payback by rolling your hips against his ones. Ichigo screwed his eyes closed, hips snapping up as you clasped your hand over your mouth not to squirm and disturb the conversation he had boldly decided to start.
âKurosaki, finally. Itâs me, Uryuu! Did I wake you up?â.
You were still clueless about what had just happened, but you observed the colors draining from Ichigoâs face and you blinked skeptically, eyes searching for his and demanding an explanation.
He cleared his throat âUhm, yeah, kind of⊠â he slurred, looking away in sheer panic â Whatâs the matter?â.
âActually, my sister forgot her phone. You left shortly after her, I hoped you were together so that you could tell her Iâm heading to her flat to bring it to herâ Uryuu formally explained and Ichigo choked on his own saliva, accidentally pushing his hips up into yours, the bulbous head of his cock bumping against your cervix.
You winced out in pain, Ichigo immediately pulling out as you bent over in slight pain and shock âWhatâs your fucking problem?â.
âY/N? Is that Y/N?â Uryuu asked, voice slightly concerned as he recognized the pained undertoned in your voice.
âNo! No, no, youâre mistaken! Itâs the tv!â Ichigo fretted, hand running through his orange hair and nervously ruffling them. Oh, well, this definitely made you collect yourself and grasp him by the collar of his hoodie.
âIchigo, just hang up and fuck me stupidâŠâ you pleaded him, wrapping your arms around his firm torso and causing Uryuu to finally collect the dots from the other side of the phone.
His shouts could be heard even by you and Ichigo was therefore forced to put the speaker on as his friend bristled âWhat in the actual fuck did I hear? Kurosaki where are you?â.
You gaped, mortified as you paced around the room in clear distress. Telling Uryuu the truth was reasonable at this point, but what would have been the price of that? Your brotherâs death, probably.
âIshida, I can explain! We areââ.
âI donât want to know any more details about this. Just⊠For Godâs sake, I hope for you, fucking Kurosaki, that youâre using a condomâ Uryuu cut him off, before ending up the call hastily.
You stared at Ichigo in silence for a few seconds, his dick now softened as you bit down on your lower lip. You could undrestand the pressure he had felt and the psychological consquences of it all. But now, all in all, in this messy situation, you could finally stop hiding and you could as well finish what you started.
âUhm, cuddles in my bed until we fall asleep and shameless morning sex?â you suggested, watching hom rolling his eyes at you before pulling you to his chest by your forearm.
âIt sounds goodâ.
AUTHOR NOTE.
Hello there! Uhm, so⊠Did I want to start a family drama in my fic? Yes. Did I nail it? Uhm, I donât know. Anyway, wow, I didnât expect to come up with another idea for a drabble that soon, especially with an Ichigo request. I sometimes struggle to depict him. Hopefully, you enjoyed it!
Goodnight,
Luce
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