A/N: Dedicated to all my amazing readers and reviewers, hope you enjoy this mindless smut - you have been warned. This is so last minute, I kid you not. Just like Ichigo's birthday fic.. I just randomly decided to write some smut… and in two hours - voila! To my friends – Happy birthday Enelya87 & DancerGrl16!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Smartly dressed in black shirt and grey jeans, Ichigo sat on his girlfriend's couch as he waited for her in the living room. She was obviously taking her time to dress up for this special day.
"Are you ready Orihime?"
"Ah... Sorry Ichi-kun!"
The orange haired eagerly turned to see his love rushing out of her bedroom, a black shawl in one hand, a glittery purse in the other.
The auburn haired girl who had her hair down, sleekly straightened, smiled brightly at her boyfriend and gestured him to the door, but to see him scowling as he stood from the couch.
He observed her outfit from head to toe, mentally telling himself to not stare at her cleavage, as hard as it was given the plunging-v neckline.
"What are you wearing?" his voice was harsh and cold.
"D-don't you like it?" she bit her lip as she lowered her gaze to her outfit.
"It's a present from Rangiku-san."
"That bitch." Ichigo muttered as his scowl deepened.
He'd have a word with Gin. Just because that silver haired idiot let his woman dress skimpy doesn't mean she could corrupt his Orihime!
"You should change to something else."
"But, Rangiku-san made me promise. And since it's my birthday.. why can't I wear what I want? I'm 18 years old now Ichi!"
She crossed her arms under her ample chest, drawing his eyes immediately to the lifted twins. Rubbing his face with his right hand impatiently, he blew out a harsh breath.
"If you're not going to change, we're not going."
Orihime had been looking forward to their long awaited date to the new rooftop bar-restaurant in town. Now that she was 18, she could legally enter the place. She had made reservations one month ago. They hardly spent quality time together after dating for one and a half years. She had been busy at college and part time job; he having to juggle with shinigami duties - after the deal with Rukia and Renji had expired.
She looks downright sexy if you ask me.
Well, nobody asked you!
Way to go at making your girlfriend unhappy on her birthday, kingy.
Shut up!
Seeing the disappointed look in her lowered ashen eyes, he felt his resolve crumbling. Guilt was plaguing him, after all it was her birthday. Maybe he should take back what he said, walk over to give her a hug and take her out.
But as he took another look at her outfit she had worn, it was definitely a no-no.
The dark purple halter dress in a low cut showcased her assets, not to mention it was tight-fitting, bare back, and the asymmetrical hemline of the skirt ended mid thigh. Sure, he had confident in his girlfriend and was proud of her beauty. But this dress would draw unwanted attention – it was hard enough fighting away unwanted attention from other men and some women when it came to his girlfriend, even when she was in covered up clothes.
As his eyes lingered from her cleavage to her exposed creamy legs and darted back to her cleavage, images that keep popping up in his head as he looked at her in that dress made his blood rush southwards. Shaking his head as he mentally scolded himself, he promised that it would be saved for tonight... patience, till tonight.
He observed her lips slowly formed a pout, and his lips started to curve upwards.
About time she gave in… anytime now, she would say "Alright," and go change into something modest and they could go their merry way to celebrate her birthday.
Rip. Rip. Rip.
Instead, he was shocked to see her tearing the halter into bits.
"Hime?"
"Since you hate it so much, I don't want it." She declared as she stepped out of the ruined purple dress.
"You didn't have to rip it apart! You could.. could have…"
"Save it for another occasion?" her tone angry.
Not a good idea, as if he'd ever let her wear that dress out of her house.
The next thing he knew, was tears flowing from the grey eyes of his beloved girlfriend. Remorse filled him, he was such a jealous jerk!
"Baby? I'm sorry I spoilt the mood. I'm sorry my Hime."
He pulled her into his arms and patted her head lightly, while planting a kiss on her forehead.
"Hime, why don't we pick another outfit and g-"
"I don't want to go anymore." She whispered.
"Why not? This is all my fault. I'm sorry for spoiling your birthday."
"It's alright Ichi, I'm happy just to spend time with you. And I'm happy if you're happy." She gave a final sniff and tried to smile for him.
"What did I do to deserve someone like you?" he scowled and pouted which made her giggle slightly.
"You sure about not going?"
She nodded.
He refrained from staring down at her chest that heaved along with her soft sobs. But damn, they look sexy in the halter strapped black push up bra, begging to be freed.
"I can think of something else we can do here… something much more interesting…"
Hearing his hoarse and aroused voice, she lifted her gaze to his hooded ones, blushing a little when she saw him eyeing her appreciatively. She in turn, felt a pool of heat gathering at her sacred spot, reserved only for him.
He slowly ran a hand over her thighs to her flat stomach to cup her mounds, gently brushing away the stray bang of hair between her eyes with his mouth.
Yes, definitely much more interesting.
Having no trouble from the practice they've had, he swiftly unclasped her bra and pulled it off, she liked the way he was looking at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Gorgeous" he kissed the valley between her breasts as his skillful hands massaged them.
He lifted his head from her valley and kissed her long and hard, and she moaned between the lip-lock as he started pinching her nipples.
Breaking their lips' contact, he smirked in pride to see her proud nipples bounce with the flick of his finger. He continued to torture her with rolling and pulling, causing her to squirm under him.
"Ichi?"
He ignored her, instead he started sucking on her hard pearls causing her to scream his name.
"Ichi!" she tugged on his orange mane impatiently.
"Hmm?" he gave an arrogant grin.
"Bedroom. Now." she panted.
"No." Ichigo growled his reply.
Laying her down on the floor, he eyed her black thong with a red strawberry print at the front before pulling in down.
He was met with her newly brazilian waxed womanhood. Her orange curls were in the shape of a heart – all for him. Forever his.
He ran his tongue along her slit, eliciting a long, slow moan from the auburn haired healer. She spread her legs wider, inviting him to continue. Ichigo pressed his tongue as deeply as he could into her pussy, then brought it back out and focusing his attention on her clit.
Orihime began moaning constantly, writhing on her living room floor. As Ichigo ran his tongue over her clit, he put one hand under her ass and raised her slightly, while bringing the other hand up and rubbing her fully aroused pussy, before slipping a finger in and bringing it back out, tasting her juices on his finger.
Ichigo pulled back and watched as a small trickle of her arousal spilled out of her sex and trailed downwards. The smell of her juices was the sweetest aphrodisiac to him, sending a throb to his eager member.
Before he realized what was happening, his girlfriend had his belt undone and he was free of his jeans and boxers in no time. She sat back to admire the view as his erection sprung free, before pushing him down onto the floor.
With a playful smile, she stared at him through her long lashes and she ripped his shirt open. Amber eyes widened as he wondered where she got her strength from, but he was not complaining.
She ran hands along his well contoured body, sending shivers of pure pleasure down Ichigo's spine. Then she lifted herself up and sank onto his rock hard member, receiving an approving moan from her lover. He reached for her large and soft rounded twins and ran his hands over them possessively, as she rode him wild.
"Oh yes baby!"
His hands reluctantly left her breasts and reached for her hips, as he decided to take control of the speed. Pressing her hips down hard and fast and he bucked his hips like a beast unleashed.
Each time she sank all the way down and covered his large member, hitting her sweet spot over and over again. While he groaned in pleasure at the unbelievable feeling of being inside her.
"Ngaahhhh.. Ichi.. I love you!"
By then it was all too much, the birthday girl was launched off the edge of the abyss, all sensation lost except that emanating from her filled and throbbing pussy. She rode her orgasm as she continued to ride Ichigo's cock, and the twitching and tightening of her muscles sent him over the edge in turn.
"I love you too… Hime!"
With a roar, he erupted inside her, his eyes fixed on her blissful face. He loved the way her eyes lost focus, and the way the blush on her cheeks highlighted her eyes. He loved watching her come back to earth.
"Happy birthday, Orihime."
"That... was... amazing!"
"Yeah, you were amazing. And you're mine."
"I really love my birthday gift Ichi."
"Well, you'd better!"
Lying on her bed after many rounds of mind blowing love making, Ichigo pulled her body close to his, his hand rubbing her back while her fingers danced around his stomach.
"What a waste of the dress.. Rangiku must have spent a fortune on it." the auburn head healer sighed dreamily.
"Don't worry, she is spending Gin's money on most of her stuff anyway." the oranged haired boyfriend chuckled. "I'll get you a new dress tomorrow baby. And we'll go for the dinner you missed tonight."
"Thank you! But what are we going to do about the remains? It's such a waste!"
He smirked when his girlfriend lifted her eyes to his.
"Well, with that little fabric… I think it's perfect for Ishida to make a little dress for Kon."
"Bostov! You look so pretty!"
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Love,
Blitch out (03.09.09)!