au/n: I HAD TO REPOST BECAUSE MY ACCOUNT GOT BROKEN AGAIN AND I CANT FIND CHAPPIE 2 ANYWHERE. Anywhoo, made teensy weensy changes since I'm at it. They're not that noticeable though. Lol

Long before Tatsuya enrolled in the academy, she had always been a solitary but strong-willed little girl. While her brother Takasu was the impulsive, hot-blooded teenager who never turned down a fight, she was the calmer and more rational child of eight—the little old lady, as what the people in their neighborhood had affectionately nicknamed her. On normal circumstances, she was always the one sent by the kind aunt who took care of them whenever he was missing and she never went home without him busting a lip or a bloody nose. Despite their personality differences, the siblings never had any huge fights apart from the harmless bickering and teasing. He was slightly difficult to deal with due to his rebellious nature and outspoken frankness. But only with Tatsuya was he gentle and yielding, and he had always praised her for her admirable self-control despite her very young age.

"If you go to the academy, you'll definitely be okay." He once affectionately said as they ate dinner in his favorite sushi restaurant. He promised to take her out when he gets his first paycheck without any complains. She thought his black robes look funny on him. The scantily-clad young waitresses thought otherwise, though. She grinned impishly at her brother's discomfort of the flirtatious attention.

"I know it'll be a challenge. Those big, badass men and their powerful shit, but I know you'll get through. You're not as strong physically, but my smarty-pants, stick-on-her-ass baby sister can help a bit, y'know?"

She pouted. "Shut up. I don't have a stick on my ass, you retard brother. You on the other hand," she motioned at the giggling ladies and winked, "Hot stuff material. Kami-sama knows you're a pervert."

He frowned. "That, too." He gave her a pointed look as he dipped his spicy sashimi in oyster sauce. "You're a good shinigami candidate because you're fortunately immune to future idiotic male advances, unlike those... egh." Then he gave a hearty burp as he finished his meal. "A little toughening up and some mental preparations will do and you're good to go."

And she did mentally and physically prepare, alright. Bloody fights, breaking codes and whatnot (although she mostly avoided the former, thank you very much). The academy and the actual dirty work was exactly what she imagined. She was taught on how to deal with tricky situations, and her historical and psychological proficiency helped her get through the mental and emotional strains of Seritei's turmoil and her beloved brother's passing.

What she was totally unequipped for was enough knowledge on how to deal with a devastatingly attractive captain's tongue lodged inside her mouth.

The dim room was slowly getting more obscure and her vision was reducing into a soft blur as her mind pleasurably swirled in reverse. Nothing could be heard in the deafening silence except for her muffled moans and the harsh breaths in her reddened skin and swollen lips. A masculine musk filled her senses and conquered her taste buds, while curious hands roamed around every untouched inch of her entirety. She felt like she was floating, then flickering back to her body, then transported to somewhere once again by bright but dark teal eyes.

I'm sorry oniichan, I'm not as immune as you think

The office was getting colder and colder, but she was just—her body just... felt, holy shit—extremely hot, and his equally warm, hard-rock body press wasn't helping her cool down in any way.

For the life of her, she just didn't—could not, in her wildest dreams, think of any possible reason on how it came to this.

His lips went back to hers, slow and sensual at first, then nibbling roughly by the second. Her whimper shot an adrenaline rush in his body, most particularly down, and he was more than sure she could feel him. He experimentally pressed himself harder against her thigh, and he had to keep himself from smirking when she gasped in his mouth.

He was sure that there will be hell and above to pay if anybody found them in this situation but he couldn't seem to stop. His good sense was lost somewhere between those paper works and her supposedly innocent offer and those drinks, and he had never felt this good in his damned life.

And judging from the little sounds and her flustered form beneath him, he was definitely not the only one.

His hands travelled slowly from her waist to her hips then down to her thigh, and then his left hand went up again to grip on her wrist. The other hand continued its devious exploration, giving her little squeezes along the curves of her skin, making her curse. His tongue slid back inside her mouth again, this time with a lustful vengeance. To his surprise, he was met by a softer tongue that caressed his in equal intensity.

All her wayward thoughts went down the drain as her back semi-roughly hit the sofa. Hitsugaya's groan resonated deep in his throat as their tongues danced, intensifying and filled with need. Her hand hesitatingly brushed his chest and traced the scars as the odd and delicious ache bellow her bellybutton grew.

Unable to hold it any longer, he pulled away. "Tell me to stop," he licked her ear lobe, sending electric shocks in her body. "At this rate, I might not hold back."

She closed her eyes as both of them tried to catch their breath, if it was still possible. He gently brushed his fingers at the underside of her small breasts in her already-exposed robes while continuing his ministrations on her ear as he waited for her to respond. To ease her hesitation, he then travelled down to the sensitive spot on her neck which he had already marked earlier, eliciting a moan from her. The room was too cold— the world too unforgiving and uncompassionate— and he was as lost as she was.

She was sure that they will regret this by daylight, but who gives a damn

Only the entire Soul Society.

Ah, to hell with it.

Toushirou was surprised by her sudden movement as she pushed him off her. He could feel his disappointment and his wounded ego stabbing his gut as she sat up and created a considerable distance between them. His erection truly hurt, and if she was not going to storm out of the office right at this second, he might just lose all self control.

But his thoughts stopped short when she shrugged her upper robe off, revealing the creamy skin beneath.

Fuck.

He wasted no time in pushing her back into the sofa, both of his hands encircling the softness of her flesh. Her screams were muffled by her own hand as his tongue licked down her neck then to her collarbone, tracing lazily until he reached the valley of her chest, all the while rubbing his thumbs at the perked pink nipples. He removed his hand from her left breast and let his tongue travel deliciously around it, deliberately avoiding her sensitive areola to tease. The other hand roughly squeezed the other breast while pinching her nipple again and again. Her soft mewls and pants were like a siren's calls as his manhood twitched painfully with need. He swiftly removed his captain haori and upper robe to release at least some of the heat building up.

She could not think straight anymore. His hands, tongue, everything had filled her with sparks and explosions. She lost all her control when his tongue finally caressed the sensitive part of her bosom after all the teasing. She writhed and whimpered as he sucked and nibbled her playfully, completely distracting her to the sneaky hand that was already running itself to the inner parts of her thigh. As soon as she felt his fingers brush her lightly, her eyes widened as he grinned devilishly.

His hands immediately went right under her pants and travelled down to the pride she dutifully took care of. Her mind stopped processing every single thing on the planet as his fingers explored and his wet tongue painted her neck with his bite marks.

"You.. are so..." He groaned as he slid his finger inside the inexplicably damp secret warmth, his own crotch pulsating harder as she whisper-screamed his name.

'Sugaya-san.. taicho.. hah.. s-shiro... Her body moved rhythmically along with his fingers as he slid them in and out of her—each thrust deeper and rougher than the last, and his eyes watched her every move as he sucked and licked her breasts.

Tou..Toushiro!

Then he added another finger inside, widening her crevice, and another. She whimpered. "M-mou.. it—it hurts.. Toushiro.. I-itai.."

He moved up and breathed into her ear, pushing his fingers knuckle-deep despite her half-hearted protests, "You'll get used to it..." Then, he grinned. "I'll make you get used to it."

He continued thrusting while she rode helplessly in his hand with pain and pleasure. He watched her tiny breasts bounce along with the motion, her face of utter submission incredibly turning him on. So this is the girl behind the impenetrable mask. She felt her body shook and the warm damp walls tightened around his fingers.

She released a breathy moan.

Both of them were covered in sweat as he lay motionless above her trembling little body. Against his wishes, he slowly removed his fingers and sat up as she gathered her bearings. He examined the creamy juices in his hand as she weakly rolled to her side, her face still unfocused and completely red from both exertion, pleasure, and shame.

That was... incredibly illegal. She weakly panted as she unsuccessfully reached for her discarded clothes. How her pants ended down the floor, she never knew. The only certain thing she knew was that she might not be able to walk properly for days.

Suddenly, hands gripped both of her legs and embarrassingly spread them apart. "Who the hell said we're done?"

Wha—

She gasped when he threw both of her legs on either of his shoulders. Oh no. She dreaded on what he was about to do. She tried to pull herself away, but his hand was tightly gripping her thigh. "Ch-chotto!"

He licked his fingers, uncovering the secret sweetness that he was sure as hell must not be tasted by anyone else. His eyes lit up with delight.

Without warning, he slammed his mouth between her legs.

Now she wasn't able to hold back her scream. She was still sensitive from her previous orgasm, and now him licking, suckling, and thrusting his tongue harder than where his fingers once conquered had her completely and irretrievably undone. He did not stop to pause even though she was already making gibberish cries, his teeth grazing and nibbling her clit while she gripped on his soft white hair for dear life.

To make it worse, he teasingly stopped when she was this close. She groaned in disappointment.

He chuckled in her clit, fully aware that the resonating vibrations in his voice would send shockwaves in her. True enough, she released a shaky moan. The he slid his fingers inside once again in rhythm with his mouth. He could hear the desperation in her moans to please please please just finish, but he had other plans in mind.

He stopped midway, and she was about to finally burst in frustration, when—

—she felt something hard and very, very, warm enter her, stretching her.

He covered her mouth with his before she could even scream. He was already thrusting his hips and groaning in her mouth, and his tongue tasted of her. His eyes nearly rolled at the back of his head as she felt her tightness clenching around him. Fuck, his thrusts became harder and the desire overcame his train of thought.

The pain she felt had been replaced by nothing but ecstasy as she met him midway, her legs wrapping around him for anchorage. The euphoria was nothing she experienced before. Her thoughts were a spiral of dizzying colors as she weakly watched his face display the dark, wild animal she never knew he could actually become. His gaze had her body burned, his touch gentle but rough. She could not explain anything—it was happening too fast and the dull longing below her belly button grew hotter and more frantic with each passing and deepening fuck.

The room was filled with rough pants, shaky breaths, moans and groans that were desperately toned down, and sounds of wet surfaces slammed against each other

He could feel the climax building up. She had come in the course their lovemaking, and he knew that she was still recovering, but goddamn with it. He rubbed her clit as he let out one final hard thrust.

Matsumoto nervously ambled through the tenth in the next morning. Last night's party was the best, she thought, but the sake she specially prepared for the incredibly traditional and timid Nanao-Fukutaicho was left in the office.

Seriously, that woman needed an active sex life.

Before she stepped in, she prayed to Kami that his taicho did not throw it away because it cost her quite a fortune. She heaved a big breath. Her captain would definitely blow off once he would see her with her abandoning him last night and all. But the party was just too big to resist! Oh well, better face the temper tantrum until it simmers down.

"Ohayooo, Taichoooo!" She went in to find the young captain already making the paperwork like she expected. She was preparing herself for his lecture when he simply signed another paper. "Matsumoto."

She blinked guiltily. He didn't even look up to look at her. "Ne, taicho, are you okay? I mean, I'm sorry for yesterday. I swear, that will be the last time. But! Taicho, you should have come with us. I mean!" She looked at him again and nervously fiddled her fingers, hoping that her taicho would at least show any kind of anger.

Her guilt doubled when he simply sighed. "Get back to work, Matsumoto."

She bit her lip and went over the paperwork. She could not help but steal a glance at her taicho, who seemed too relaxed and unfazed by her disappearance last night. Is he guilt tripping me or something?

"By the way taicho, did you happen to notice any of my... bottles, somewhere around here?"

"Yes, I threw them."

"Oh." Matsumoto squeaked. Yep, he was definitely mad.

Because of her troubled mind, the poor vice-captain failed to notice the smirk in her captain's face.

Somewhere in the fourth division, Isane-fukutaicho wondered why her little assistant was walking with a limp.

So there you have it! My update after 1 freaking yearrrrrr ohmygodhahahahahahahahaha

Once again, I have to remind you guys that I was a hyper hormonal teenager back in the day and my grammar was literally a big EEeeEh. I hope this did not come out too much of a disappointment, though. This was my first (AND ONLY) lemon EVER. I was so awkward with it that I have to write a background story before i get to the actual thing (probably even know, i guess) *laugh-cries* Idk if I'll write another again lol I'm not so good with this

i love you guys so much for waiting! Constructive criticisms are highly appreciated! :*