title. rough
prompt. -
disclaimer. Bleach © Kubo
warning! language, explicit, PWP, strong mature content, sort of OOC because they're older soooo they're gonna be more confident and more, um, experienced? ;p

ok, i need to practice writing mature scenes because… heh, just because :P anyways, please pay attention to the warning, okei thank u xx

Ichigo stepped into their apartment and locked the door, exhausted. After dropping his satchel on a low table carelessly, he unknotted his tie and yanked his button-down shirt free from his jeans. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he walked down the hallway towards one of the rooms.

Their new apartment was bigger than their previous one, and was located at the top floor of the building. They had an extra room which he insisted Orihime used as her 'office' so that she would not have to stay late at her workplace.

Sitting at her desk, Orihime perked up and looked at the doorway over her shoulder. A wide smile lit up her face at the sight of him.

As she got to her feet, she said, "What did I tell you?" She put her hands on her hips.

Ichigo only arched an eyebrow at her. Smiling, Orihime shook her head, her hair fiery under the glare of lights. She was wearing a baggy pink striped sweater, something she bought for him last Christmas. The sleeves were too long that she had to roll them up to her forearms to use her hands. Ichigo had thanked her but avoided wearing it at all costs. Pink was not really his color. It will clash horribly with his hair.

The skirt she wore was short enough for him to observe the movement of her white thighs as she approached. His lips twisted in a small grin, remembering the feel of those legs wrapped around him every time he took her.

"Ichigo."

He lifted his gaze back to her face and found her pouting. Ichigo grinned. "What? Just admiring what's mine." This made her giggle and she twined her arms around his shoulders.

"You always forget to say 'I'm home'," Orihime pointed out against his neck. Ichigo chuckled at her accusatory tone, hauling her to his chest.

"My bad, I keep forgetting. Your legs are too distracting," he replied, squeezing her bottom. She pulled back and gave him a mock glare but it only made Ichigo laugh which made Orihime laugh.

"Welcome home."

Ichigo leaned forward. "I think you're forgetting something," he whispered with a lascivious grin. Orihime blushed deeply. It always amused him to see her blush so heavily despite their intimacy.

Small hands cupped his face and soft lips were pressed against his. The kiss was chaste and brief – too brief, in Ichigo's opinion. Hence he took hold of the back of her head and pressed forward. He slanted his mouth over hers and Orihime opened her mouth, letting him taste her. He delved deeper with a groan, clenching her hair.

Orihime felt her stomach churn in anticipation. Her grip on his collar tightened as Ichigo deepened the hard kiss, making her head spin.

"I'm home, Hime," Ichigo muttered against her moist lips and kissed her again. Orihime ran a hand over his hair before cupping the base of his skull, kissing him back with the same craving.

"I missed you…"

Upon hearing her confession, Ichigo felt a part of him growl and scratch at the surface of his subconscious, getting impatient, hungrier. His arms around her pulled her closer. What he felt was not as simple as missing her. It felt like his whole body was on the verge combusting. The need to stay close to her, to touch and protect her, was always all-consuming, instinctive, and alive. It was sometimes frightening, especially how the dark part of him react to her and how he felt so much for her.

And Ichigo knew, despite her innocent face, her craving for him matched his fierce lust for her. But she was busy with her current art project, and he was not going to be a jerk, give in to his dark side and demand attention from her. Tonight though, she seemed eager to go to bed with him.

Encouraged, Ichigo moved his kisses to her jaw and back to her mouth again but the phone from the living room gave a high pitched sound, interrupting them.

"Fuck," Ichigo groaned, dropping his head on Orihime's shoulder. She laughed and patted his shoulder.

"Hmm, my woman's intuition tells me it's important."

He scowled. "Your intuition is always wrong." Orihime pouted cutely and wiggled out of his hold. She danced out of his reach when he tried to grab her, laughed at his disgruntled face and skipped out of the room.

Cursing the untimely interruption, Ichigo shrugged out of his shirt and flicked open the button of his jeans. Entering their bedroom, he chucked his tie, shirts and socks into a laundry basket, and joined Orihime in the living room. Judging by her cheerful tone, it must be Tatsuki who was in Toshima. She was invited to teach junior high school students in advanced karate for a month. Orihime often expressed how much she missed her best friend.

With a blank expression and arms crossed over his naked chest, Ichigo watched Orihime talk.

Eventually, his gaze went down to her skirt. It was her old high school skirt, brown and pleated. It was a wonder how it still fitted her. She had to hike it higher around her waist, though, to fasten the button.

She laughed, bouncing happily, and the skirt lifted, showing more skin. Then Orihime bent forward to scratch her knee which caused her skirt to lift up and Ichigo to bend down to take a peek.

When the women launched into another exchange of stories, Ichigo groaned in frustration. Frowning heavily, he stalked across the room and stood behind the blissful woman. He saw her tilt her head to the side, sensing his presence. Without saying a word, he wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her towards his hard chest. Orihime gave a squeak of surprise, and then stroked his arm lovingly.

However, feeling her boyfriend's arousal, Orihime could not help but gulp and anticipate his next move.

"Orihime? Are you still there?"

"Oh y-yes, Tatsuki-chan! Are you taking care of yourself?"

"Of course, don't worry about me. But is Ichigo taking care of you? I swear if he breaks your heart, I'm going to bash his face in."

"Oh, Ichigo's perfec— eep!"

Orihime gasped when he felt Ichigo's hand cup her right breast. Ichigo moved his head to her unoccupied ear and whispered, "You forgot to wear something under this sweater, huh?" He gave her a firm squeeze to emphasize his point and her nipple hardened underneath the sweater.

"Orihime, you okay?"

"I-I'm fine!"

He palmed the other breast. His long fingers kneaded the plump flesh before pinching the sensitive tips. Orihime sucked in a breath, heat flaring in her lower body. His big thumbs rubbed and flicked at her nipples while he bit and suckled at the side of her neck. Heat further blossomed between her legs, making her knees weak.

"Um, Tatsuki-chan, wait for a sec, okay?"

"Okay."

Orihime covered the mouthpiece and turned her face towards him. "I-Ichigo…"

Ichigo responded by squeezing her breasts harder and thrusting against her bottom. Her hips rocking backwards against his arousal made him smile.

"We-We'll do this… l-later…" she stammered.

He chuckled and kissed the hair above her ear. Orihime jerked with a gasp when he twisted a hard nipple, pleasure streaking down her thighs. When she felt Ichigo drop one hand to her skirt, her eyes widened.

"I-Ichigo—"

"I suggest you go back to talking to Tatsuki now," he said in a matter-of-fact tone, his hand searching and finding the button. "I think she's getting worried."

"But—"

"Shh. Just try to be quiet." Ichigo grabbed the wrist of her hand that covered the mouthpiece.

"Orihime?"

"T-Tatsuki-chan!"

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing's wrong, Tatsuki-chan!"

The skirt fell around her feet. Ichigo stepped in front of her and smirked at his wide-eyed, flushed girlfriend. He leaned down to kiss her, but she raised a shaking hand between their faces and his lips landed on her knuckles. Ichigo grinned fiercely, a vein throbbing in his temple. He sulked for a second, and then grinned.

Orihime, who had seen the quick changes, swore she saw a light bulb appear above his head. His fingertips lightly stroked the elastic of her panties. Electric shocks went up and down her spine at his teasing touch. His amused chuckle roused her from her heated daze, and she found him kneeling in one knee in front of her, a grin on his face. Her eyes went wide in horrified embarrassment upon realizing what amused him so. A cute caricature of an orange kitten was on the front of her panties. Moreover, the said kitten was clutching a strawberry. When she bought it two years ago, she thought, oh well, no one's going to see.

It was funny how things turned out.

Ichigo grinned wider at the cartoon. Very carefully, he pulled her underwear down to her ankles. Out of reflex, her legs pressed together and a hand dropped to cover her naked sex. Ichigo only shook his head at her endearing shyness.

Taking her hand, Ichigo kissed her fingertips. He took her index finger into his mouth, swirled his tongue around the tip and sucked. Once the finger was wet enough, he popped it out of his mouth and guided the wet finger into her moist, soft opening. Gently, Ichigo guided the motion of her finger, his expression intense as he watched. He drew out her index and put it inside his mouth again, sucking off her taste. Craving for more, Ichigo abandoned her finger, and used his fingers to part the swollen, pink folds. Just smelling her scent was enough to drive him insane with need. Leaning forward, Ichigo fastened his lips around her clit. He felt Orihime's hip buck ever so slightly and heard a muffled moan. He swirled the tip of his tongue around her pink nub, and licked at the wetness his action produced. To further pleasure her, he inserted a finger into her, moving it within her.

Dazed and knees wobbling, Orihime slumped against the table next to her for support. She bit down on her knuckles, moaning into it.

Without breaking contact from her, Ichigo looked up. Her face was deeply flushed and she looked like she was having a hard time containing the sounds she was making. Her eyes had gotten dark with lust, and the carnal look on her face made her even more beautiful to him. The thought that she was enjoying this and he was the one giving her pleasure further thrilled him.

"Orihime! Are you alright?!"

Orihime jerked, blinking. Swallowing hard, she removed her trembling fist from her mouth.

"I—" Orihime cleared her throat. "I-I-I'm okay!" she replied breathlessly. "I-I'm s-sorry, I was—"

"You're moaning." Tatsuki pointed out.

Orihime stiffened, mortified. She opened her mouth to respond but Ichigo gently pinched the flesh of her clit between his teeth, causing her to moan loudly. Another worried exclamation of her name from Tatsuki startled Orihime.

"Oh! I-I-I'll call y-you later!"

"Wait, Ori—"

Ichigo groaned against her, flicking his tongue over her wet flesh and working his finger back and forth inside her. With both hands, Orihime gripped his hair.

He moved his mouth away. "Ride my mouth."

Eyes filling with mortified tears, Orihime opened her mouth but failed to form a reply. Ichigo retracted his hands and cupped her butt, guiding her back to his hungry mouth. Hesitant at first, she moved her hips to meet his lips, her back arching in pleasure. She threw her head back, abandoning all restraints. Then, Orihime went rigid, pulled at his hair and let out a wanton cry when she came.

Having had his fill of her, Ichigo pulled back. Backing up a little, he looked up to her; she was leaning heavily on the table, gasping for air. Her honey-colored eyes were lidded and glazed.

Placing his hands on the back of her knees, Ichigo urged her down to straddle his lap. Locking eyes with her for a minute, he took off the sweater and tossed it aside. Ichigo gathered her hair in one hand and kissed the side of her neck as he held her naked body to his chest.

"Y-You…" Orihime took a few gulps of air. "Y-You're so… mean." Ichigo only grinned in response.

After kissing the red mark he left on her pulse point, he lifted his face. "You enjoyed it."

Her blush deepened, and she pouted. "It was… passable."

"Passable?" Ichigo repeated incredulously. It was fucking fantastic and she was fucking amazing. "I got so damn hard just by eating you out and you said it was passable?"

"I-I-Ichigo!" gasped Orihime, mortified. "D-Don't be so blunt—"

He scowled. "I have to do something about this."

The look in his dark eyes was both thrilling and frightening. Orihime gulped and said, "I-I'm just kidding, Ichi— eep!" Ichigo had gently pushed her down to the floor, her thick hair cushioning her head. He took the back of her knees, spread her legs and grinned.

"I'm gonna fuck you 'til you beg me to stop."

A wild, hot tremor slithered down her spine and between her thighs. Heart racing, Orihime bit her quivering lower lip before pointing out breathlessly, "Y-You're not even n-n-naked." Ichigo stared at her with fervent fascination, the dark look in his eyes growing more distinct. Then he shed his jeans and boxers, throwing them to the side hastily. She did try not to look, really she did. But Orihime couldn't help it. And at the sight of his arousal, she sucked in a breath and stared.

A smirk spread across Ichigo's face when he caught her staring. When her tongue flicked out and licked her bottom lip in that innocent, tantalizing way of hers, a look of wonder and a hint of lust in her eyes, he stiffened, smirk fading. Jaw clenched, Ichigo watched her knees draw up, spreading wider, as if inviting him.

He swallowed. Fuck…

"Ichigo-kun…"

Blinking, he focused his heated gaze on her face. Leaning forward, Ichigo kissed her cheek, the corner of her lips and finally her mouth. As they kissed, the tip of his erection lightly stroked her dripping entrance. A small whine escaped her mouth at his teasing, causing Ichigo to smile. Finally, he thrust into her, deep and hard, burying himself to the hilt. Orihime gasped, arching off the floor.

He started rocking, gentle at first before moving vigorously, already getting lost in the exquisite and deliriously delicious sensation of her clenching him. Control slipped away, replaced by impatience. His weight on her pushed her thighs apart as he rode her even harder. Orihime squirmed under him, threading her fingers into his hair as she strained to keep up with his movements.

Gripping her hip, Ichigo slammed into her, pounding a spot inside her over and over again. Pleasure surged within both of them. Droplets of sweat splashed her skin. Orihime writhed and unnoticed by her, the noises she made had become louder, lustier. The intensity of his thrusts was driving her mad. He was not joking about what he proclaimed earlier, Orihime realized. It was a promise.

Above her, Ichigo could vaguely hear and feel his hollow growl and shift impatiently in the back of his head. It urged him to move faster, harder. He couldn't agree more.

They found each others' mouths and kissed until they parted for air as their passion intensified. Ichigo drove into her restlessly, and she egged him on, desperate for release. Finally, he stilled, and his orgasm forced a mix of a snarl and a roar from his throat.

Ichigo held her tightly as he filled her, his face in Orihime's neck. Even so, this felt incomplete. Her body wanted him to continue. A gasp of surprise escaped her when Ichigo swung her up in his arms and stood.

Cheeks pink, she looked at him curiously. Ichigo responded with a lazy grin, the entrancing golden glint not leaving his eyes.

"Don't worry, Hime, we're not done yet."

He kicked the door of their bedroom open.

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Ichigo's arms shook with effort, keeping his upper body from collapsing entirely on top of Orihime. Their breaths were ragged, their hearts throbbing. Orihime's legs slid off his hips, flopping sideward as though boneless. She was thoroughly soaked between her thighs and she vaguely reminded herself that the bed sheets needed to be changed tomorrow.

Ichigo lifted his head. Orihime smiled softly. He cupped her cheek, kissed her forehead, nose, and the corner of her mouth.

"I'm sorry," he muttered against her swollen lips.

"What are you apologizing for," she asked.

"For being so damn rough. I got carried away. Again."

She stroked the damp hair at the back of his neck. "Ichigo, I'm not made of glass. I might not look like it but I'm tough, too. Not as tough as you, of course, but I won't break."

"Hime…"

Cupping his cheeks, Orihime tugged him down so that his forehead was touching hers. "You didn't hurt me. You've never hurt me and will never hurt me."

"I know you're not frail but still…" He ran a callused palm on her thigh. "Fuck, I'm such greedy, horny bastard."

"You're not, Ichigo-kun. Well…" She giggled. "Maybe you're a little… Umm…"

"A little what? Greedy?" Orihime shook her head. "Horny?"

She laughed, face radiant. Ichigo huffed, glaring. "I have three years worth of pent-up sexual tension to work off 'cause of you. And three years of heartache. I deserve to be horny."

Orihime smiled and gently pulled the hair above his ears. "I already said sorry, didn't I?"

He rubbed his nose against hers. "I'm not mad. If anything, it was my own damn fault for being so damn stupid. I pushed you into leaving." A grimace twisted his features at the unpleasant memories. "It doesn't matter now. You're here and I'll never let you go again." Ichigo punctuated his promise with a deep kiss. Orihime threaded her fingers through his hair, stroked his ears before cradling his face with both hands.

"Ichigo-kun," she mumbled, caressing his cheeks, "I-I really don't mind you g-getting rough." She smiled up at him shyly. The corners of Ichigo's mouth curled in an amused smirk.

"You don't mind it or you like it?"

Orihime bit her lower lip, her blush deepening. "…Both?" she answered bashfully, peeking up at him through her thick lashes. "Now don't tease, Ichi…" she implored with a bit of a pout when his smirk turned into a wide, boyish grin.

He shook his head, still wearing his grin. "I won't. I already knew you like it." Orihime opened her mouth to say something but he took her lips again in a feral kiss. He shoved an arm between the bed and her waist, lifting her closer to his hard body. Orihime returned his kiss with equal fervor, her little hands roaming up and down his broad, scratched back. When he bit her lip and sucked it in his mouth, she dug her nails into his skin at the base of his spine, tearing a groan from his chest. Heat started to conflagrate between them. It coiled tighter and tighter in her lower belly.

Ichigo tore his mouth from hers and adjusted between her legs, his hot hands caressing her breasts. Tossing back her head, eyes shut and hair tangled around her face, Orihime writhed in impatience. She felt like she was going to burst into flames.

Squeezing her breasts, Ichigo leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Let's try something dirty."

Orihime's eyes snapped open as heat lanced through her all the way down between her thighs. Just hearing him say the word 'dirty' flustered and further aroused her. Ichigo sat back, sitting on his calves. Her breathing fractured. He must have known how the unobstructed view of his body affected her because he smirked, his eyes glittering in such a way that promised utter ecstasy.

Orihime was so engrossed in staring at him that she cried out a little in surprise when Ichigo suddenly flipped her. Startled, it took a few seconds for Orihime to register the change. She pushed herself up and looked behind her.

"I-Ichigo-kun?"

welp, maybe I'll write a second part teehehehe /hides face ^⌂^"