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[sashi-ya]

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HER CHERRY CHAPSTICK 🍒 ORIHIME INOUE X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 15: RIMMING

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. hi sashi, idk if you write for f x f! reader, but maybe could you write for Orihime x f! reader? maybe day 15? thank you! ❣ ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. first time writing for my queen. sorry if it seems self indulgent (cause it is). Orihime is an adult. the story happens in between Rukia's wedding and Ichigo's proposal. oral. nipple sucking. rimming. 69. squirting implied. friends to lovers kinda. alcohol mentioned. 🐙 wc: 1,7k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

Before the princess became a queen, she spent her days waiting for a certain knight… yet, there was a time when a princess took the place of that knight~ 

“I am tired of him not noticing me” Orihime says, throwing a piece of bread against the coffee table. Her motions are a little sloppy, as both have attacked a bottle of Sake Rangiku-san given you from the Seireitei. 

You widen your eyes; Orihime Inoue has never spoken ill of Ichigo and much less has thrown bread away.

“He might be an adult in age, but he is still a kid deep inside… Uryu does the exact same thing” you tell her; maybe trying to console her, even though your words were also tinted in bitterness. 

You, for Uryu. Her, for Ichigo.  And them? Still playing video games. 

Orihime lets her back hit the floor, tangerine hair framing her face like Aphrodite herself. A micro short and a crop top is all she is wearing; no need for more… After all, it’s just you… she could be naked in front of her friend, and she wouldn’t care. 

Her forearm falls upon her eyes; in silence, she tries to cry. You know her very well to tell underneath her arm are tears sprouting. 

You sigh; you hate to see her cry… if you could hit -which you will- Ichigo to wake him up, you’d do it. 

Dragging your body, a little bit intoxicated, you huddle next to her. 

“Stop crying…” you whisper, brushing her hair back. You have always adored those orange locks… she is like a sun princess, knitting the hearts of everyone around. 

“I’m not -snif- crying” she lies, you can see the wetness of her tears coming from under his arm. 

Another sigh; this time painfully pitying her… such a beautiful woman suffering for a man? Pff! 

You jump on her; forcing in a playful way to uncover her freckled cheeks for you. Tickles on her tiny waist, tickles on her hips… what a beautiful body she has… 

“Stop!” Orihime laughs, still pouting and with reddish eyes from crying.

“Not until you stop crying…” you threaten her with more tickles.

Orihime sniffles and traps you with her arms. Your chest hits hers, pressing your breasts, squeezing female anatomy with strength and love. 

“Let’s stay this way for a little, please” she whispers; hugging you in the middle of the night, on the floor of your rented apartment. 

You nod, falling to the side to hug her from the right. Both press your foreheads one against the other, perhaps in such a way only women can understand… female rage, female pain, the sizes of your hearts, the things only you two have experienced until this silent night. 

Little by little, hers and your breathings synchronize. Heart beating also do, with your finger tips touching with hers. Both have eyes fixed on your hands that stand up, getting the red led light of your place to filter in between. 

“I hate this world sometimes…” she murmurs; real words coming from her juicy lips that maybe nobody but you, will ever listen to. 

“I hate it too, but as long as I have you in it… it’s fine with me” you whisper back, sincere and true. There are no lies, nor second intentions behind those words. 

Orihime smiles with her eyes closed, some tears still pooling by the corner of her lids. Such a beautiful smile, Inoue-san… 

When her eyes open again, you fix yours into her pumpkin ones. The sound of silence is way louder than any conversation… what happened through your minds in that exact moment, you don’t know… Because the next thing snatched all of your attention; her lips crashed against yours. 

At first; just a peck. Then another one. Tasted the waters, tasted the flavour of her cherry Chapstick, then it was time for the kiss to deepen.

Tongues twisting, in such delicacy only Venus’ daughters know how. Your hand slowly slides under her crop top until meeting with her swollen breasts. Your whole palm isn’t enough to grab one, but you still squeeze the same way… you’d lie if you said you didn’t want to feel the soft turgor of her bouncy chest every time you see them.

Orihime moans into your mouth when you concentrate your fingers around her growing nipple. She does the same, the knitting princess is desperate to feel your breasts as well. 

Both stop just for a second to sit properly; working at the same time to take off your tops, you reveal your nudity to each other. 

Pinkish nipples invite your lips to surround them. You gloat, ready to attack. Cupping her tit, you snake up until your tongue can taste the flavour of he skin. Knowing exactly how to suck and bite, you do. 

Orihime throws her head back, allowing her orange hair to rain on her tiny back. The neck exposed, her lips semi open, her hips fidgeting as she is kneeling down… what a sweet representation of female perfection. 

“Ngh…” she whines, making you shiver from your head to your toes. Not only this feels wrong, but it also the more it does, the more you want more of her. And Orihime, wants exactly the same… 

You help her stand up, never stopping the nipple sucking. When her bare foot are both on the ground, a simple swing allows her shorts to slowly slide off her hips down her ankles. 

You softly push her against the sofa, allowing her to sit down. Kneeling in between her legs, you slowly move her already dampened panties to the side. Your hands tremble; should you continue, your friendship could be destroyed… but can you stop? Absolutely no, specially because her nails have been brushing your hair back to keep it out of your face. 

“Can I?” you ask, your lips so close to her anatomy. You are sure it probably tastes as good as her skin smells. 

“Please, (Name)-san ~” she begs, desperate. Orihime’s heel lands delicately on the small of your back, leaving her inner thigh right next your face. 

You bite, of course, her thigh first. A mark you are secretly proud to leave there. Then, a peck on her core that makes both of you shiver and jolt… even with your lips barely covered in her sweet honeys, you prove your theory to be truth; there isn’t a better taste than hers. 

In a matter of seconds, Orihime becomes a mess of herself; your tongue gets crazy, spelling every word on this world around her folds. The more you do, the more she pulls from your hair, burying your face into her sex. 

“Nhg… (Name)-san, sto- stop please” Inoue pleads; tapping your head with soft little slaps. 

You do as she asks; what is happening to her? Perhaps she just realized how fucked up is to fuck your best friend…?

“I wanna taste you, too… please, don’t be the only one giving pleasure” she requests; of course, such a selfless person like Orihime couldn’t let this slip.

“I am pleased to give it all to you, Ori…” you are not lying, you are absolutely happy to eat her whole soul through her core. 

“No, no, no…” she shakes her head, helping you stand up. Orihime takes a swift look at your knees; no way they are getting hurt. “Please, lay down” she asks, sweetly but still with a hint of dominancy. 

You nod, absolutely in awe… looking at her full body naked, with dripping wetness that reaches her inner thighs and slides in droplets down her knees… her orange locks in savage mess, her cheeks blushed in complete lust, lips swollen from kissing… Ichigo, look what are you missing… she is all mine now. 

You do as she tells; laying on your back on the sofa, you wait for her next movement. And you wonder, that maybe, just maybe… you could love her at the same time she will. And, indeed, that’s exactly Orihime’s purpose. 

You receive her on top, in a perfect 69 position. Her ass all for you, your core, all for her. 

Your nails carve on the sides of her hips first, marking her a little more as the first kiss on your slit arrives. You tremble, your stomach spasms. She is so delicate; she is so accurate… the tip of her tongue touches your clit in such perfection you can’t help but whine loudly. 

“You like it?” she asks, shily. 

“Mor-more than that, Orihime-chan” you answer back, already spreading her ass cheeks to devour her again… 

Whole tongue you use to drink from her; going from her sex to her rear entrance at once. How can someone be that delicious? It’s almost addicting, her flavour will become your favourite drug… 

As she keeps sucking on you, and her breasts heavily land on your lower belly, you asphyxiate yourself with her ass cheeks on your face. Your tongue concentrates on her butthole, going around, up and down and sometimes in and out, rimming her so good her thighs can’t help but start shaking. 

“(Name)-chan, I… mnhgn… I can’t stop it…” she whines, letting you know she is about to come while muzzled by your own honeys and folds. 

You, can only nod and moan in response, as you are exactly close like her. 

There isn’t much you could do but to keep rimming her as she does the same to you, coming together like everything you’ve ever done together… climax hits so different when both exactly know how the other is feeling ~ 

“Should we do this again?” you ask, lying both naked in the aftermath. 

“Mh… if Rangiku brings more sake…” Orihime murmurs, curling a tuft of your hair in her index. 

“You want Rangiku to join us?!” You stand up, startled… after all Orihime might not be that innocent no more… 

“NO! well… wait-“ 

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[imaginingbleach]

Surprise Bunny Kisses!

(where you nuzzle noses)

Just a bunch of people so made it cut off

Features: Ichigo, Shinji, Sosuke, Isshin, Rukia, Orihime, Renji, Yoruichi, Byakuya

[Part 1 (you are here)] [Part 2]

Ichigo Kurosaki

Naturally, you found the most inopportune time for him to do this.

He had been at his desk, studying or reading you weren't entirely sure.

He was so deep into whatever it was he was doing, he didn't notice you calling his name!

So, it only made sense to go over, plop yourself on his lap, and gently nuzzle your nose against his.

If he didn't hear you, he would definitely see you!

And see you he did, blinking quickly as if coming out of some trance.

"Everything alright, my heart?" He would ask, only slightly worried that something might be wrong.

"No... I just missed you," you would whine softly and look up at him with big eyes.

"... Alright, alright... Let me finish up and I'll take a break. We can watch a movie and order something to eat. How's that sound?"

"Sounds perfect!" You would cheer and lean up to kiss him gently, smiling brightly. "Okay, I'll be waiting for you on the couch."

"it shouldn't take more than a half hour," he explained and watched as you left.

"You're such a brat, but I wouldn't want it any other way." He would muse to himself, smiling.

Shinji Hirako

It doesn't really matter what point in time this is done...

He would usually be busy whenever you decided to bother him.

His brows would be knitted together, staring at something with frustration etched on his features.

He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't even notice you enter the room.

He wouldn't notice as you quietly crept your way over to him, smiling to yourself.

You knew how focused he was and you knew even if you screamed your way from the door to where he was-- he wouldn't notice.

But, you knew your little surprises always made him smile.

This time was no different.

His vision would be obscured by your face, feeling your nose gently brush against his own.

"Wha'cha doin', doll?" He would blink a couple of times as the question came out like an automatic response, soon grinning and wrapping his arms around you.

"Lemme guess, y'missed me?" His grin would turn into a smirk as you melted in his touch, enjoying the closeness.

"Maaaaybe," you'd drawl out and look at him with big eyes.

"Okay, okay... I can take a hint," he said and kissed your forehead.

You needed him, so you would get him.

You'd be his entire focus for the rest of the night.

Sosuke Aizen

Here we'll be talking strictly of Sosuke in Las Noches. Why? Lieutenant/Captain will be another area

So, needless to say, he is a very greedy man of sorts.

He doesn't like the arrancars so much as looking at you to begin with, but he never expressed it to you directly...

But, you're not stupid, you would eventually notice that no one seemed to bat an eye when you pranced by during important meetings!

So, you would take advantage of him using his Kyoka Suigetsu to keep others from so much as seeing you to go over to him where he sat on his throne... And sit in his lap!

Who cares if there were others around? You knew they couldn't see you.

You would proceed to gently nuzzle your nose against his, looking up at him oh so innocently.

"What do you want?"

"You're always up here on your throne... I get lonely when you're home," you'd whine and push out your bottom lip into a pout.

"Alright, alright, I will join you for some quality time, then." He would stand up from his throne and smirk down at you. "You're lucky no one can see you."

Now that he had proven he was using his powers, it was your turn to smirk at him.

"No, my dear Sosuke, you're lucky... I would cause much more chaos if they could see me."

He chuckled and watched you quietly, soon following after you, "that I do not doubt."

Isshin Kurosaki

If he's not in the middle of a literal sword fight or medical work, he will absolutely grin like an idiot.

You can't really surprise him because the second you're nearby he's just happy to see you.

He'll give you bunny kisses back!

He, actually, is usually the one to give surprise bunny kisses!

It started one year when he tried to do Easter for the girls, but found it wasn't really going well...

What with it not really being big in Japan and all...

Anyway, he was dressed up in a stupid rabbit costume and he had leaned down to try and kiss you but ended up nuzzling his nose against yours

(he blamed the costume)

He absolutely loved the way your face lit up and you giggled out with a fake gasp "bunny kisses?!"

It became a regular thing after that.

Bunny kisses happen more often than regular kisses.

Partially because his kids will moan and groan about how it's gross he's kissing someone-

That doesn't stop kisses all together, it just increased the amount of bunny kisses you both share!

Plus, if surprise bunny kisses make you laugh that's a bonus in his book.

Rukia Kuchiki

Surprising Rukia with bunny kisses happens one of two ways:

You call her name and after she's turned to look in your direction, you surprise her!

Or, you go up to her and hold the cutest stuffed animal in your arms, present it to her...

Then attack! Bunny kisses!

It honestly doesn't matter how often it happens, she's always going to smile and laugh at your actions.

While she can't give them very often, she absolutely loves receiving them.

She loves the way you always seem so happy when you do it

Plus the affection behind it all

It's just so cute to her.

She always kisses you afterwards.

Orihime Inoue

You absolutely never fail to surprise Orihime with your bunny kisses.

It's not terribly hard to surprise her when she's not in battle (focused), but she delights in it every time.

Her eyes get wide before sparkling and she nuzzles your nose back.

She'll giggle and bring up a different time this happened that might be similar

Then she goes rambling about what the two of you were doing that day!

It's fun since you always know she will end up smiling and giggling afterwards

It even works when she's upset!

Which is probably when she needs them the most :(

She will also try to surprise you, but it's a bit harder to surprise you darn it!

She also follows suit on trying to cheer you up with bunny kisses when your sad...

They work on her, they must work on you! Right?

It's the thought that makes you smile, but you'll let her have her win.

Renji Abarai

It's not impossible, but it is hard to surprise this man.

When he's not sleeping, he's usually on duty and on guard.

That doesn't mean there aren't times you can't surprise him!

You could run at him while he's holding something and he would drop everything if you wanted him to catch him.

Don't do it too often though, it might be important what he's got 😭

While you can catch him when he's eating, the best time is usually when he's waking up.

You have those small noticable signs of him waking up, the shifting to lie on his back-- his hand scratching some part of his body, maybe even a groan at how bright it is.

It doesn't matter if it was sleep or a nap, it's usually the same.

You would tip toe your way over to him, kneeling down beside him with your face close to his.

His eyes would open at the sudden darkness protecting his face from the light, groggily looking up to see what it was.

"Morning, sleepyhead," you would proceed to give him bunny kisses!

No matter how often it happens, his face always burns with slight embarrassment as he mentally absorbs the situation.

"Grr, c'mere you," he always growls and grabs you to drag you down into the covers with him.

It almost always ends in a snuggle session and has caused him to be late on a number of occasions... But neither of you are complaining.

Yoruichi Shihoin

It is difficult to sneak up on Yoruichi...

But she'll pretend to be surprised by your sudden appearance.

Don't be fooled, though, her arms will wrap around you and she'll grin.

She will nuzzle her own nose back against yours and enjoy your giggling.

Now, she often will sneak up on your and nuzzle her nose against yours unexpectedly.

She'll also just randomly pounce on you in a big hug.

She enjoys doing things that make you giggle, even if she is just mock surprised.

Byakuya Kuchiki

Under normal circumstances it isn't easy to sneak up on Byakuya...

But since you're his significant other, he will let his guard down around you.

Thus, he has made himself an easy target for you to sneak up on him.

It usually happens when he's deep in thought, no matter where that happens to be.

His office when he's doing paperwork...

When he's at home thinking deeply about something...

Perhaps recovering after a battle...

You can just tip toe up to him and gently nuzzle your nose against his.

It never crashes to make him stop and blink, looking up at you with a gentle smile.

He will lean up and gently kiss you all over your face.

He adores your little bunny kiss surprise, so he never complains...

Just try not to do it in public or he'll be a blushing mess.

[your-local-hollow-lover]

How would Grimmjow be when’s he’s needy

Yes, I get what you're asking, dear anon. Here:

A bitch

I mean?

Is there any other reaction?

He'll drag you to Hueco Mundo against your will.

If you get too whiny about it he'd be like: Jesus fuck, fine. Let's stay in the human world. I guess now I'll have to go fight Kurosaki instead. 🙄🤷

Ichigo is not impressed.

Like he would literally exchange a deadpan look with you.

As soon as Ichigo's son sees Grimmjow he runs inside the house and comes back with the freaking maracas 😭🥺

You manage to drag him out of that situation by making (begging?) Ichigo to swear he'd have a sparring session with Grimmjow another day.

Grimmjow just sulks.

Man, poor thing, you think.

Fine, you offer to cook a warm meal and he accepts. Eating something that won't decay halfway down his stomach is always a yes for him.

You share your food with him as you watch his favorite human show 1000 Ways to Die? 💀

And congrats! You survived a typical "needy Grimmjow day"! 🎉

[gloryhrs]

˖ . ⁺ ˳ ⟡ 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄!

「 𝐅𝐓 — Orihime Inoue & Retsu Unohana! ♡ 」

female reader. ʚɞ happy lesbian visibility week! ✩°｡ ♡ °｡✩

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐄! ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 — 𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐏 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘

⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻ ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 you were in middle school people would question you on how did you get started on making clothing, how did you keep going, or who was your inspiration for your remarkable designs.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 response to each of these questions remained the same, it was Orihime Inoue. Your girlfriend and #1 supporter. You'd never be able to do it without her.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 has always encouraged you and made sure that you carry on with your passion. Which is why she was your muse in the first place. Its luminous and colorful aura was the reason why your designs were so multicoloured and radiant.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 absolutely worships your creations, she felt special knowing that she was the one who inspired you to create these masterpieces and let her be the first one to wear them around.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 are so cute! I love the flowers!" Orihime squawked at the bright orange tropical two-piece. You chuckled lightly at your excessively eager girlfriend and took the clothing off the rack. "Go try it on for me, baby." You handed the garments to her as she kissed your cheek and ran to your bedroom.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 loves bragging about you to everyone! Every time she goes out, she makes sure to mention your name when somebody asks her where her clothes/accessories are from.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐌𝐘 outfit? My girlfriend made it for me! Isn't it adorable?" Tatsuki and Ichigo looked at her squealing and spinning around in the bright outfit. "That's the sixth time she's spoken about L/n’s name." Tatsuki deadpanned at her best friend who was fangirling to herself, but as long as Orihime was happy, she was happy as well.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 best model you’ve ever had! She cherished the way you set her up for your at home photoshoots, from makeup to shoes. Sometimes she can't contain her excitement and almost stumble upon herself.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 that pose for me, baby." You called out to your cheerful girlfriend who nodded cutely and then stood completely still. Once she heard the click of the camera she quickly formed another pose with this same lovely smile on her lips.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 becoming a famous designer, you’ve decided to take her (your future wife) and travel the world with her by your side. After signing a modeling contract herself, Orihime became a model and opened for every one of your runways shows and star in all of your photoshoots.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐌𝐑𝐒. L/n! May I ask what inspired you? Your designs are beautiful!" The interviewer asked with her head resting on her chin. "I'm inspired by my wife, Orihime L/n. Since middle school, she was my muse." You waved at your extroverted wife who blew a kiss back at you as she sat in the front row of the crowd. You saw the interviewer's eyes go out of orbit based on the new information. "Your wife is the well-known Orihime L/n? You guys are meant for one another! I understand why she is your muse." The women laughed at Orihime who covered her reddish cheeks.

Once the interview ended, Orihime went into your dressing room. She did have to admit, the way you looked/winked at her made a lower area heat up slightly. She peaked her head through the door before making her way in the room. "Darling, where do you want to go out to eat at tonight?" You took off the golden bracelets as she sat on your lap. "We have plenty to eat at home." She took your hands and lead them against her lower backside. From the look in her eyes you could tell what she meant, you smirked and dragged your thumb across her pink tinted lips. You would be lying if you said you wasn’t eyeing her in that tight black dress, it perfectly hugged her curves and made it impossible for you to focus. "Say no more, my love."

𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀! ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎 — 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐘

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♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 married to the Fourth Division captain Retsu Unohana was the biggest blessing you’ve ever received. She was the most captivating and kindest woman you’ve every seen. She was completely flawless.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 were one of the oldest members of Soul Society and was famous for your breathtaking paintings, which were seen in every hall where you walked. How dark colors and unique textures came together on your paintings could put anyone into a trance. Including Head Captain Yamamoto, of course.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 you picked up that brush at dawn and got started, you didn’t move until midnight.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 would be times where unohana had to force you from your spot so you came to bed. She always seemed to have a habit to worry about you when your dark circles start to become visible.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, please come to bed." Your wife took the paint brush from your charcoal covered hands, she frowned at the dark circles under your eyes. This wasn’t your first time pulling an all nighter and from the look on her face you could tell she wasn’t certainly pleased. "Fine."

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀 valued being your muse. She was passionate about the fact that all your paintings were inspired by + dedicated to her. Not to mention you had an album that only had photos, small drawings and poems about her.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐌𝐑𝐒. L/n, where do you get inspiration for your paintings?" Isane brushed her fingers against the charcoal dust on the painting by helping you hang the canvas. "Ahh that’s a good question, it’s from my wife, Retsu. It is through her that I continue to paint, even after all these years." A sweet smile came across your lips in memory of your wife praising you every time you painted something.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 She oversleeps sometimes you just look at her and gape at her magnificence, there was no way you could describe her, even if you tried.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 alone she leaves you to make her makeup! Each time you placed the dark lipstick on her lips, she would erase it by kissing your lips and kissing your face. Which left your darkened skin covered with lipstick.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 only thing you truly needed was her. And she didn't need anyone but you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 watched the rain continue to fall as you tried to focus on the canvas on your lap. The sound of footsteps made you lose concentration once again and turn to your wife who had two cups of tea in his hand. "Here you go, darling. This should clear your throat up." Unohana placed the cup in your hands and sat down next to you, her gaze turning to the rain in front of her. Unohana put the cup in your hands and sat next to you, looking at the rain before her. Today was one of those days when she wasn't busy and could spend time with you, which you really appreciated. "Thank you, my love." Your hoarse voice made your drink hot tea, after you coughed Unohana immediately pressed her hand over your back.

"I'm fine, no worries." You tried to reassure your worried wife that she didn't believe what you said, she didn't remember the last time you got sick. So when you started coughing and having stomach pains out of the blue, she had to take it seriously. "Absolutely no, let's get to bed." She held your hand to help you get up, you couldn't fight her even if you tried so you decided to let her bring you to bed. After putting the slipcover on you, she left before returning a few seconds later with a cold washcloth in her hands. When the coldness struck your head a wave of relief washed over you. "Thank you, my love." You hummed softly as Unohana kissed your forehead in return.

© gloryhrs, 042723. // notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇���) /

[teamatsumu]

bleach masterlist

last updated -> 27-08-2023

characters i write for -> here

requests are closed

ICHIRUKI:

⦿ JUICE BOX ➡ set in fb arc, angst, swearing

⦿ PANDORA’S BOX ➡ post canon, angst, swearing

ISHIHIME:

⦿ TEMPTATION ➡ post canon, smut, swearing, tw: adultery, slight angst

⦿ SINCERELY YOURS ➡ post canon, smut, swearing, tw: adultery, slight angst

ALL:

⦿ SEIREITEI HR DEPARTMENT CHRONICLES ➡ swearing, crack, bad humor, canon typical violence, sometimes suggestive

prequel

part 1

[acediaedeus]

imagine being in Orihime’s friend group, and one day you see her video with B.A.S. by Megan Thee Stallion playing and “guess who just confessed to being gay and in love with their best friend at the same time after 3 years of dating” as the caption. #highschoolsweethearts in the hashtags for sure. the video itself is just them both screaming “fuck it, guess we both ain’t shit!”, and then taking turns dancing to the “he lyin’ to me, and I’m lyin’ to him”.

[skullywullypully]

Orihime having a Carrie White moment and trapping everybody in her shun shun rikka, rejecting them into non existence.

[pubbee]

Gremmy vs Orihime would have been a fantastic battle I will die on this hill

[timetravellingshinigami]

Every time I watch The Office I imagine Ichigo as Jim and Orihime as Pam. Who is Dwight? Grimmjow? 🤔

[seneon]

where they like to kiss you ──── bleach various.

featuring. ichigo, uryu, chad, orihime, renji, rukia

notes. kinda wanna do another part that includes some espada and some soul reapers ngl.. all fluff + gn! reader.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ICHIGO KUROSAKI

he kisses anywhere he wants. hey look it's literally ichigo, this guy does whatever he wants with whatever he owns. of course he's gonna be super loving and kiss you everywhere and anywhere he wants. every day is a different place to kiss and show his love to. he doesn't have a favourite spot to kiss you because everywhere is his favourite. of course he knows his limits in public or private or when you're comfortable or uncomfortable. ichigo the typa man to respect your boundaries no matter what. and we love him for that.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ URYU ISHIDA

the quincy is a gentleman, so he'll kiss your hands very often. even in school during lunch, he'll always kiss your hands first before he eats his lunch or anything. it's like some kind of ritual or routine for uryu to execute just so he can live in peace for the rest of the day, free from stress of the soul reapers or his past. he loves loves lovesss to play with your hands too, especially drawing circles with his thumb, or just using his fingers to draw on your hands in general.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ SADO YASUTORA (CHAD)

this big baby definitely loves to kiss your head / forehead 🥹 like uryu, he's a gentleman too. but he's like really really the gentleman. chad is so gentle when he puts his lips on the skin of your forehead or when he leans in/down to kiss the top of your head. it's like his number one priority to treat you with such care and love that it's unbeatable when anyone else does it. chad had such a soft impression on you that you'll only accept his cute little kisses!

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ORIHIME INOUE

she's a cheek kisserrr. cutie little orihime adores it when you puff your cheeks in annoyance when you disagree to something. when she's around you and you puff your cheeks, she'll definitely rush to peck a kiss on your cheeks. she cannot resist you, duh! definitely the type of girlfriend that spends time by playing a lot of chubby bunny competitions. she always wins, but that's only because you let orihime win. she'll make you win sometimes tho! then reward you with a big bear hug and a lot of cheek kisses.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ RENJI ABARAI

for some weird reason, he loves to peck your nose. like, it's out of the blue everytime he kisses your nose. renji finds your nose suuuuper cute. it's actually his favourite part of your body too. besides kissing it, he loves to pinch it and just simply boops it. be careful when there's cake around cuz this soul reaper will not waste a single second to put cream on your nose then lick it off afterwards... jk. besides that, renji very much looks forward to kiss your nose every single day!

𖥔 ݁ ˖ RUKIA KUCHIKI

same with orihime and renji. come on... we all know rukia is obsessed with cute stuff... you're cute. and you're her favourite person ever. she smooches your cheeks so much that she won't forget to kiss your nose too. you will not fail to melt after she kissed your cheeks and nose. what's even more heartaching to you is that — rukia has a contagious little chuckle or giggle after she pecks flowery kisses onto you. it makes you want to clench your heart at how adorable rukia can be fjjshajsk

TAGS 𖥔 ݁ ˖ @httpshujii @stqrriichiigo @kurosaaki @rizzmin

© SENEON 2024 ♱ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[strawberrysun15]

I'd like to add that she also probably makes up different and weird food combinations because she's had to stretch money for groceries and rent with how ever much she was getting from her extended family

One of my fanfic pet peeves is when people try to write Orihime as a bad cook, which is to say, the food she makes is disgusting or makes people sick. I could pull out receipts from canon about how in truth she is just adventurous and enjoys off-beat combinations of things, but I really just want to talk about this absolutely genius creation from Bleach 330:

oh. my. god. I would eat the hell out of that.

You may be thinking, hmm, it's kind of like a dessert pizza, eh? Well. Maybe. Kind of. I feel obligated to point out that there is spicy mayonnaise mixed into the chocolate. But on the other hand, mayonnaise is a legit cake ingredient (it's just an egg/oil emulsion, right?) and chocolate tastes great with a bit of heat.

Chad and Ichigo are skeptical, but they are teenage boys and also WRONG.

Here's the real verdict:

Nozomi knows what's up, and so do Ichigo's sisters.

[sashi-ya]

masterlist ➡ As cold as your heart ･:*:｡𓏲ּ Dr. ishida uryu x f! reader

❄ chapter 1: back in town ❄ chapter 2: sorrow ❄ chapter 3: misunderstandings ❄ chapter 4: coming soon ~

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

wanna do extremely late don't judge orihime week prompts and i'm torn for day 6 (xover), help a hoe choose

[your-local-hollow-lover]

How about Grimmjow finding his s/o wounded and taking her to Orihime to save her? context is up to you (:

Summary: local girl fighting side to side with a hollow (goes wrong)

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You were never exceptionally powerful, but you are fast. That's enough to keep up with him. Grimmjow has always been pleased about it. And you? You're happy to hunt side to side with him, just for fun, in the deep whiteness of hueco mundo.

The prey you lurk upon had never been too much for any of you, or at least not until the night when you found a swarm of adjucas traveling like a hive.

At first, it was fun. Four or five at a time were a game. From ten to fifteen, true enjoyment started, but soon forty to sixty got out of hand.

Grimmjow let out whoops of joy, relishing his fight. The buzz of the bees drowned your yelling for help. Pathetic. After all, Nnoitra was right: Humans can't coexist in Hueco Mundo.

One sting after another, and everything went black.

-.*.*.*.-

Grimmjow punches a hole through the queen's body, and when he rips her in two halves with his bare hands, all the smaller bee creatures flee at once. He laughs, holding the two pieces with open arms as they vanish. When his maniac victory cackle drowns out, he immediately darts his look to you.

Grimmjow's gaze wanders around the battlefield, scanning carefully to find you among the many corpses scattered on the ground. And there you are! Hunched over yourself, squatting. One of your hands rests over the inert round body next to you— There's blood all around you, a pool of it.

You turn to him when he's close enough to the ground to cast a shadow. Grimmjow's breath runs short. His eyes widen as he processes:

You move forward with a hand pressed on your stomach, a wound so deep that he can almost see your guts. There are dangerously swollen and inhumanly purple veins running all over your skin. Your eyes are bloodshot and crystallized with tears. A viscous, black substance slips from your mouth.

 Your body gives out when you try to stand up. Grimmjow catches you before you hit the ground. You are impossibly cold. 

Grimmjow feels like crawling out of his skin, a sensation so wrenching he's sure something within him will shatter to remain unfixable for eternity if you die. With his nerves turning his stomach, he blasts up, reaching the Garganta he opened a second ago.  

You cough, splattering dark blood on his jaw and neck. Grimmjow steals a glance at you. You're jerking, twitching in pain. A horrible sound comes from the rear of your throat as you try to catch your breath.

"Stay awake!" he roared. "Hey, do you hear me? You don't fucking dare die like this!" 

There's only one person able to unfuck this situation: Aizen's former pet. Ichigo's woman. A fixer. 

He steps into the sharp cold of the human world. Grimmjow darts across the city, cutting through clouds and snow. Your grip on his back fades at the same time your body suddenly goes limp. 

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He crashes through a glass balcony, breaking both windows into a thousand pieces. The woman cooking inside screams, jumping back. The pot with steamy soup smashes into the floor. A familiar orange shield jumps to sight.

Grimmjow merges from the dust curtain, carrying what looks like a corpse. His eyes are far beyond enraged, wild beyond all understanding. His voice comes raw from his chest when he orders: 

"Heal her." 

[kenpachis-woman]

I like seeing his eyes too.

[teamatsumu]

Temptation

Summary:  After all, he has never been able to say no to her.

Pairing: Ishida Uryuu x Inoue Orihime

Word Count: 3,775

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Adultery, Post canon, swearing., you have been warned!

A/N: This is a murky piece lmao. Problematic content, so don’t come for me. It’s fiction!

The nurse’s foot was tap, tap, tapping on the marble floor, the noise ringing in the quiet of the room. Uryuu was sure it was unintentional, but it didn’t help his concentration at all. He didn't want to reprimand her, though. He wasn't sure he had the energy to. He blinked and pursed his lips, focusing on the file in front of him.

“Everything looks fine to me,” he looked up at the nurse, who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here. Uryuu couldn’t blame her. If he remembered correctly, she was on hour 14 of an 18 hour shift. “And she wants to leave?”

The nurse nodded. “Her attendants are in the waiting room. She already has her bags packed.”

Uryuu hummed and closed the file, holding it up for the nurse to take it from him. “Then discharge her. Write her a follow up for two days from now. Make sure a resident signs off on that. Then she’s good to go.”

The nurse nodded politely before leaving the office, the door shutting softly behind her. Uryuu sighed and leaned back in his chair, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. It provided little relief to his burning eyelids. He stretched his legs beneath his desk, hoping to abate the building tension in them. Again, it did almost nothing to improve his situation. He knew what he really needed was a good night's sleep.

He wasn't sure he was going to get it, though.

It's not like Uryuu had a lot going on at the hospital. He was a consultant now, not a resident. He could afford to step away and have his juniors run the show for a bit. After years and years of hard work, he was finally at a point in his life where he didn't have to struggle just to keep up with his career. At 30, he was finally qualified enough to take a breather.

Life wasn't that kind to him though. It never had been. Why would it start now? One problem always replaced the next, and this new problem came in the form of wide, brown eyes and a soft little smile.

Dammit. He was thinking of her again. He looked at the clock hanging on the far wall and mentally cursed at himself. Ten minutes. That's how long she had stayed out of his mind. He should be proud. It was a record. But he had wanted to stay strong for longer.

He wondered what she was doing right now. Midday meant Kazui was at school and Ichigo was at work. And she didn't work at the bakery on Wednesdays. So she'd be home. Alone.

Shut the fuck up.

The voice in his head was cruel and sharp, but it was what he needed. He couldn't afford to think of her. Couldn't afford to imagine her home at her lonesome, knowing he could head over right now and be uninterrupted for a few hours, at least. He knew where these thoughts led. Sooner or later, her voice would ring in his ears if he let these images run free in his head. Quiet little whimpers, biting at her rosy lips to keep the noises at bay, looking at him with those big eyes loaded with unshed tears as the pleasure kept building and building…

Fuck.

Uryuu nearly jumped out of his skin when a soft knock on his door sounded in the quiet of the room. He bit the inside of his cheek, scowling at himself for his blasphemous thoughts. He needed to get a grip. He straightened in his chair and put his glasses back on.

"Come in."

And in poked a head of burnt orange hair, the very subject of his crude fantasies just a minute ago.

No.

"Ishida-kun," her voice made his heart squeeze. "Can I come in?"

Of course you can. Have I ever refused you?

"Inoue-san, of course. Please." He stood up in courtesy, watching her open the door just enough to slip in and shut it behind her. Uryuu froze in place.

She was wearing the same skirt as last time.

It had to be intentional. Inoue-san was dense sometimes but she wasn't an idiot. She knew what she was doing. To him. But he had to believe she didn't have a clue, because she was humming and pulling a chair back to sit on, right across his desk.

Shakily, Uryuu sat down as well.

"Are you okay? Did you want something? You usually text before you show up." Or when you want me to come over. When your husband isn't enough for you. When you need me to make your pain better.

She shook her head, giving him a big smile and placing her hands neatly on her lap. "I was just out running some errands. I thought I'd drop by."

Liar. Uryuu knew instantly. There were no errands. It was just him.

He nodded anyway, letting the corners of his lips curl up. "Well, I'm glad you did. You know you're always welcome."

Her eyes held gratitude, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. It made Uryuu stiffen slightly. Had she been nervous? Had she been scared he would turn her away? His hold on the arms of his chair tightened. Did she really believe he would ever do that? Did she think that at any point, he would reject her?

She was all he had.

No. No. He had promised himself. No more. He couldn't do this to her. He couldn't do this to Ichigo. The few times it happened was already one time too many. Surely, he would not be reduced to this again. This was immoral. It was reprehensible. To have an affair, right under her husband and child's nose-

Her smile had wavered, lessened, her eyes boring straight into his. Her hands were no longer still, fingers wringing together in nervousness. The room was silent, the only noise coming from the ticking of the wall clock. The air felt charged. Heavy.

It was like the very walls were holding their breath.

"Why are you really here, Orihime?" His voice was low, as if he was afraid to disrupt the stillness of the space around him.

"You know why." Her voice was a mere whisper, her eyebrows creasing.

"We can't."

"Why not?"

"Because-" He grit his teeth. How could she ask him that? "Because you're married."

She looked down at her hands, her hair falling gently over her face. "That didn't stop you last time."

Uryuu screwed his eyes shut, teeth clenched so hard it made his jaw ache.

"Or the time before that."

He stood up slowly. Every muscle in his body protested the action. He wasn't even tired, yet he felt like he was weighed down by lead. She had stopped talking instantly, but she kept her gaze on her hands, twisting and pulling at her fingers to calm her nerves. He could read her so easily. She was an open book to him.

He walked around the desk until he stood before her, leaning down and placing his hands on the arms of her chair. At this proximity, the scent of her shampoo invaded his nose, making his eyelids flutter. She seemed to dig her chin further into her chest as he drew nearer.

"Look at me."

She didn't. She kept her stare steadily on her lap. Uryuu sighed, defeated. He knew exactly what he was going to do. Every molecule in his body screamed for him to do it. She was here, still and pliant on a chair in his office, offering herself to him, right within his reach. At the end of the day, he was just a man. Weak willed in front of this woman. A slave to his desires.

There was nothing he desired more than her.

He leaned his head down and nudged his forehead gently with hers. He felt her intake of breath as her head lifted up just marginally. Tilting his face, he slotted his lips with hers.

It was intense and hard from the very start. There was no room for soft, passionate love when their time together was already so limited and riddled with guilt and sin. As much as Uryuu would like to go slow, he couldn’t. One look at her was enough to drive him insane. Here she sat, before him, ready for the taking. In a couple of hours from now, she would be home again. With the man she shared a last name with. A last name he would never acknowledge. To him, she was still Inoue-san.

There was no going slow. Uryuu was desperate.

His hand came up to cup the side of her head, pushing his lips harder against hers, eliciting the first little whimper from her throat. His tongue invaded her mouth immediately, feeling her own tentative movements. It nearly made him chuckle. She came to him, practically begging with unsaid words for him to fuck her. And yet, now she was the one being hesitant.

It just wouldn’t do.

He gripped both her arms tightly and hauled her up until she was on her feet, arms winding around her waist tightly and pulling her body flush against his. He knew she liked that, and he was validated by the sigh that escaped her lips. He swallowed the sound hungrily, feeling his core stir as every part of her body pressed and pulled along with his. Her hands had fisted the white lab coat he adorned, and it made him realize they were wearing too many clothes.

His heart ached again. They didn’t have time.

Their lips broke free for air, and Uryuu immediately descended to the soft, unmarked expanse of her neck. She was pliant and warm, the smell of morning dew and fresh, flowery detergent. Her hands, gentle as always, carded through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp and sending a violent shiver down his spine. He nibbled at the skin just under her ear, knowing she could hide it with her hair. Her sounds became louder.

He was already undoing the buttons on her shirt, eager to feel more skin. He could feel himself hard and throbbing in anticipation, grinding into her hips for some form of relief. Once her shirt was pushed down her shoulders, he abandoned the kisses on her neck to lean back and look at her, and he wasn’t disappointed.

Her skin had flushed a beautiful rosy pink from her cheeks down to her neck. Her lips were swollen and red, her neck carrying a slight sheen from his treatment earlier. He cupped her breasts, hearing her keen at the contact, eyes fluttering shut. Fuck.

He pulled down the cups of her bra immediately, mouth descending on his right nipple to suck it into his mouth. The reaction was instant, back arching as she gasped, head thrown back. It lit a fire inside Uryuu that he hadn’t felt in a long time. This moment right here. This was the reason he still allowed himself to sin. It was shameful, yes. It was heinous. But when he had her trapped in his arms, tasting her flesh and hearing her pretty little sounds flood his ears, he couldn’t blame himself at all. She was the worst temptation. And he would always give in.

“Ishida-kun…” It was breathy and desperate. Uryuu could feel her fidget and rub her thighs together, begging for relief. He would give it to her. He would make sure she never craved anyone but him ever again.

It was times like these that Uryuu barely recognized himself.

His mouth left her nipple with a soft pop, straightening his back and peering down at the wanton expression on her face.

“What do you want, Orihime?” The same question. This time, with an entirely different undertone.

“You. All of you.” Her nails dug into his waist. She was staring at his lips. Uryuu couldn’t help his little smirk.

He turned her around and pushed between her shoulder blades until her front pressed into his office desk, her ass in the air. He didn’t leave her wanting for his touch however, leaning over to put his weight on her until she sighed. His lips brushed the shell of her ear.

“You dirty girl,” he whispered, hand running under her skirt and skimming up her thigh until he reached the apex. God, she was soaked. And it was all because of him. This time, he huffed out a small laugh. “Walking all the way here and giving yourself to me like this. Do you want me that badly?”

She pushed against his fingers, trying to make him rub her where she needed it the most. “Yes.” Her voice was small, and it sounded almost ashamed. But Uryuu knew better. She wasn’t ashamed. She was desperate. His cock twitched.

He slid his hand up further until he felt the waistband of her panties, tugging them down the swell of her ass and off her thighs. They hit the floor around her feet with a soft plop. The next second, his fingertips were brushing at her burning center, not wasting a second before he pushed two fingers into her down to the knuckles.

She gasped and moaned loudly. Uryuu brought his left hand up to her mouth, to clamp it shut, nudging his nose against her cheek.

“Do you want to get caught?” He asked. She shook her head slightly, hips twitching and walls clenching around him. He curled his fingers, watching her eyes roll up into her head. Tears coated her eyelids, not yet falling, but no worries. He’d have her crying in the next ten minutes or so.

Her quiet whimpers were drowned out by the sound of the filthy squelch Uryuu’s fingers made as he moved them in and out of her, spreading them apart to open her up. Not that he needed to do much. He’d fucked her just last week. She would’ve been fine even without the prep. But he couldn’t stop right then. He was too engrossed in watching her face, the tiny shifts in muscle at every movement he made. He could feel the palm of his hand get wet where it held her mouth shut. He pressed his crotch hard against her ass. She looked….. divine.

How ironic, considering what they were doing.

She gasped when his fingers left her abruptly, mouth free from his grip so she could take big, heaving breaths. The sound of his belt clinking and zipper pulling down had her stilling in anticipation. Uryuu lifted up her skirt, sighing at the sight. He ran a gentle finger up her skin, feeling the shiver that ran down her back. He lined himself up to her before leaning down, elbows resting on either side of her head. Her cheek was pressed to the desk, eyes looking up at him. Her expression was relaxed. She knew she was about to get what she wanted.

She gave him the tiniest smile when their eyes met. Uryuu pushed forward.

The relief was instant for both of them, moaning in unison. Uryuu felt his face scrunch up at the tight grip around him. Warm and hot and twitching. He didn’t stop until he had sunk all the way in, letting out a long, shuddering breath.

“How are you already this tight?” His voice sounded strangled. He heard her giggle and blinked his eyes open, watching the rose flush of her cheeks. Her hair was a mess, sprawled over the desk around her head like a halo. It made him smile too, bending his head forward to brush his lips against her temple. She sighed in contentment.

"Feeling better?" He joked, making her laugh more openly now. His tongue darted out to lick at her bottom lip. She hummed.

"Much."

He pulled out slowly before surging forward again, his skin meeting hers with a wet slap. Her smile disappeared.

"Uryuu…" God. Not his name. Not like this, unhindered, cracked and yearning. Uryuu groaned and started moving in earnest, unable to hold himself back any longer. He leaned his chest against her back and grabbed a tight hold on her hips, thrusting harder into her.

Uryuu’s head was swimming. He could no longer think straight.

Her voice gained a higher pitch, back arching at an angle that made him hit deeper into her. She clenched around him just right, making his rhythm stutter. He growled like a man possessed, hips smacking harshly between her thighs at a pace she simply couldn't keep up with. Her hands scrambled for purchase over the desk, gripping at the edges above her head for stability. Each deep thrust of his cock punched a mewl from her throat that she desperately tried to keep quiet, her cunt clenching down on him in a way that made him dizzyingly close to cumming.

No. Not yet. Not so soon. She'll go away if you do. She'll leave.

His thoughts were broken and muddled as they screamed at him. He wanted to listen to them so badly, but the delicious rub of her walls made it almost impossible to. In his hazy state, he realized she was stiffening up even more, tears streaking down her cheeks and hips jerking with every slam of his cock deep inside her. He felt a sick satisfaction wash over him.

"You gonna cum for me?” He growled in her ear, fist in her hair dragging her head around to look at him again. Nose to nose, eyes boring straight into hers, he saw her and all the need that overflowed within her, felt it in the way he split her open. His eyes were hooded and his sweating forehead pressed into hers to keep her eyes on him. "You love this don't you? Taking me like this and then going home, still sore from the feeling of my cock. I bet you think of me when he looks at you. I bet you wish it was me you were going home to."

He couldn’t believe the words leaving his mouth.

She almost sobbed as her hips twisted without rhythm, but it didn't matter. The plow of Uryuu's hips kept hers pinned to the desk, kept her from losing his pace, and that’s just how both of them liked it. “A-Ah, U-uryuu, y-yes--”

Uryuu's hand reached under her legs, finding her clit to rub harsh circles into. She mewled, forehead banging into the desk hard before every muscle in her body seized up.

"Cum," Uryuu could barely recognize his voice. "I can fucking feel it, baby. Cum, for me, c’mon, cum--" He tugged her head back, nerves firing across her scalp and making her eyes roll. The slick sound of her pussy was growing louder and wetter. He continued to fuck into her even when she clenched so tight it felt like he couldn’t possibly thrust back inside, feeling her ride her high. His pace didn't falter and his fingers didn't halt, dragging out her orgasm until she was mumbling incoherently into the wood of the desk, crying and trying to move away from his insistent fingers.

Uryuu shuddered against her and grunted. He pressed deep into her body and stopped, panting harshly. He rasped out a groan, long and low, against her sweating neck , hips stuttering, fingers massaging hard at her ass and thigh as he swirled his hips into the tight squeeze of her insides. Hot jets of his cum filled her, squelching louder now with each of his shaky thrusts. With every flex of his cock he panted, moaning at the end of each one while he pinned her down with all the weight of him and twitched his hips forward as deep as he could get, knowing she would have bruises due to the unforgiving edges of the desk.

Both of them stayed that way for what felt like hours, panting and writhing as the desk under them groaned harshly. He wedged an arm under her head, feeling her sweaty face press into the give of his muscle.

"Are you okay?" His voice was raspy.

She hummed and didn't say much more, nodding slightly and shifting her hips. He cursed softly into her shoulder blade, finally pulling out of her with a wet squelch that made his ears burn. He straightened up, feeling his back protest the action. Her skirt was pushed all the way up to her waist and he watched, mesmerized, as his cum dripped down the inside of her thighs.

"Ishida-kun," His gaze snapped up to hers, eyeing the deep red color on the apples of her cheeks. She was pouting a little, clearly embarrassed. "Don't- don't look."

Uryuu couldn't help the little laugh that escaped him, leaning down again to pepper small kisses all over her hot face, wrapping both his arms around her waist until her body felt like it was one with him.

"You are so cute, Inoue-san." He inhaled her wonderful, after-sex smell as he pulled her up straight. "I wish I could-"

He stopped.

The air in the room shifted immediately, and Uryuu knew he had just burst the little bubble they had created. He regretted it with every fiber of his being, because she was already going rigid again, arms twisting in his hold a bit. He knew what this meant. He knew what would happen now.

Somehow, despite doing this many times now, the ache didn’t seem to numb at all. In fact, it got worse.

He helped her clean up and dress herself, not meeting her eyes as he did the same. His mind was clearing again, as it always did after every such encounter. Now would come the regret and the longing, and the harsh internal lecture about how this was the last time, and that he would never do it again.

It was all delusion, of course. He knew that. As she gave him one last sweet kiss and told him she'd see him soon, he knew there was no way that this was the last time. They would see each other again in a few days, when either he cracked or she did, either here, at her own house, or the quaint little apartment Uryuu lived in, and they'd play the same game all over again. He would let himself be consumed by her. She would let him taint her body. He would fall asleep alone and exhausted. She would go home to her family and pretend she hadn’t seen him since high school. Rinse and repeat.

After all, he had never been able to say no to her.

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