-No sex-
-Kissing-
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★★★★
"I like you", she yelled out with all the courage she could muster as her grip around him tightened. "I really really like you!".
Ichigo gulped at the sound of her heart pounding against his back —
"I…", he trailed off not wanting to utter the wrong words before laughing it off and breaking the hug to face her. "You're joking?", he placed both hands on her shoulder. "Right?".
She gave him a sad smile before shaking her head, "You got me", she tried hard to laugh it off before turning towards her dumped skirt.
"Wait", he grabbed hold of her wrist. "Because if you aren't…", he averted his gaze for a moment. "I feel the same way".
Her eyes widened at him. "Really?", she could feel the happiness instantly bubbling within her chest. Tatsuki was right in telling her to go ahead and confess her feelings since she couldn't be sure whether or not he liked her back without doing so. "Thank goodness…", she let out a relieved sigh before smiling. "I should get going before your dad gets back", he turned but paused when Ichigo burst out laughing. "Is…Is anything funny?".
"Yes", he walked up to Inoue who backed away till she tripped on the bedframe, landing butt-first on the bed with a gasp. "Do you think I'd let you leave after that confession?". He leaned in closer till they were touching noses.
"I…chi…mmhm…", she trailed off when his lips met hers in a soft, tender kiss. She shut her eyes and kissed him back, feeling her heart fluttering with joy as the kiss deepened and both their tongues danced.
They finally broke apart with heated faces but Ichigo seemed to be more breathless, "So…how was it?", his face reddened.
Inoue smiled sheepishly, "It was…nice", she admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Just nice?", Ichigo raised an eyebrow, wanting more detailed feedback.
"Well…" Inoue trailed off, feeling a bit shy. "Maybe…you could use some more practice", she said, trying not to offend him.
He was used to getting beat around, but hearing his crush stylishly refer to him as a bad kisser hurt just as much. Although it was his first purposeful kiss, it was still embarrassing to look too bad. "Then let's try again", he knelt in front of her before holding her cheek with a hand and using the other to support her waist.
Inoue leaned in for another round and the kiss deepened till her back fell on the bed and Ichigo hovered over her, almost pressing his weight against hers. His hands roamed over her curvy hips then up to her chest and she moaned into the kiss which lasted a little longer.
As they broke apart for air, Ichigo grinned down at her. "Better?".
Inoue was breathless and flushed, but she managed to nod with a shy smile. "Much better".
They both laughed before stopping to stare at each other. "Can I?", he used a finger to gesture toward her buttoned shirt.
She gave a shy nod and he easily undid her buttons, revealing the lacy red bra she had on underneath. Ichigo leaned in to kiss her collarbone while his fingers traced patterns over her bra. She let out a soft moan and unconsciously arched her back as his tongue went lower.
He shifted the bra strap from her shoulder, which made it easier to free her right boob. 'It's fucking huge', he blinked twice in calm disbelief before raising his face to meet Inoue's to make sure she was fine with it.
She had both eyes shut in anticipation too embarrassed to look at him and Ichigo took the initiative to free her other boob. His hands grabbed as much as they could of each and he buried his face — sucking on one at a time while the woman below squirmed with low moans, gripping his hair.
His tongue flicked over her hardened nipple before he attempted to use his teeth to graze it.
"Oww…", she whined at the feel of his sharp teeth on her bare skin. That and the way he was sucking on her — like he'd planned to fit it all into his mouth as impossible as it might seem.
He raised his face to stare at her, "Sorry", he leaned lower to kiss each of her nips before tracing his tongue down her soft skin. His slimy tongue lingered at her navel while two fingers moved to stroke the imprint of her clit above her panties.
After leaving her navel, his tongue trailed down to her core and his fingers pushed her panties aside before she could protest.
"Wha-what are you- ahh!", she cried out in pleasure when his tongue began to trail down her folds and he gripped both her thighs to keep her legs apart. She fell short of words merely gripping onto the sheets for dear life when his tongue dug into her hole.
It didn't feel as uncomfortable as she'd expected it to be — his tongue inside her. It felt divine!
She moaned out loud not minding if anyone was to walk in anytime soon.
After his tongue danced around inside her for a while, Ichigo pulled back with heated cheeks and cum dripping from his tongue, "I want…to put it in".
Her breathing hitched but instead of negating, she nodded in approval. "Mmm".
He let his towel fall to the floor and she stared at him in anxious anticipation — little did they know that Rukia was hiding in the wardrobe behind them — watching from the small opening with a finger buried inside her. 'Ichigo…'.