Ichigo Lemon - Miss You

Name: Symara

Race: Shinigami (Squad 11)

Story... START!!!

As soon as she spotted his bright orange mop of hair coming through the spirit gate, she beelined over behind him, then launched herself onto his back, giggling wildly as the unexpected weight caused Ichigo to fall over.

“ICHIIIGO!!! I MISSED YOU!!!” she squealed, mussing up his hair while he attempted to get her off of his back.

“Symara, I swear you have ten seconds to get off me. If you’re not off by then…” he let the threat hang loose in the air.

“Awwww someone’s in a bad mood!” she said, scrambling off of him. “ So why’re you here?”

“He’s been invited to the meeting.” Said Zaraki-taicho.

“Boo, so you aren’t here to see me?!” she said incredulously.

“Stupid, why would someone come here just to visit you.” Said Ichigo, flicking her in the forehead with his pointer finger.

“You’re so mean to me!!!” she yelped, “Oh but I have something I want to show you after the meeting, ‘kay?” she continued, then ran off without waiting for a reply. Ichigo rolled his eyes at her shrinking figure.

*Later after the meeting*

Symara shifted her weight impatiently behind her column, peering out around it and checking to see if the meeting was over, seemingly for the hundredth time. She whined quietly under her breath then shut her mouth when she heard the door creak open.

“ICHIIIGO!!!” she shouted, tackling him for the second time that day.

“Mara, quit it! That hurts!”  Ichigo said, his face pinched in either anger or annoyance at having his face smashed into the ground also for the second time that day.

“I'm sorry! But I have something really cool I want to show you!” she said, offering him help up, to which he stubbornly refused.

“Fine, show it to me.” he replied grouchily.

“Ooh ooh! Come with me! Come with me!” she chattered excitedly, dragging him along by the hand.

When she finally allowed them to stop, they were fairly far away from the village. Brilliant green grass waved beneath their feet, cloaking the hill they were standing on from the crest where they’d halted all the way until the dirt ended and a crystal clear lake sparkled. On the other side of the lake were mountains, their peaks tipped with frost.

Symara let out a dreamy sigh.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” She whispered.

Ichigo nodded speechless. He didn’t even protest when she pulled him down to sit on the soft carpet of grass next to her.

“It’s even more beautiful when the sun is setting. I don’t think we’ll have to wait too long.” She said, smiling. But even that time proved to be too long and within ten minutes she’d fallen asleep. Her head had fallen onto Ichigo’s shoulder and he just let it rest there.

Soon, he saw that the sun was drawing precariously close to the sharp mountain tops, the sky stained orange. He reached over to shake Symara’s shoulder then stopped when he saw her face, illuminated in the brilliantly colored sky. Her smooth olive skin glowed, faintly reflecting the oranges and pinks of the sky. Her eyelashes looked full and dark as she slumbered and there the slightest smile on her lips. Her full, red…

Their lips met without either of them knowing at first, Ichigo too caught up in the moment to realize what he was doing and Symara still unconscious. Her liquid brown eyes fluttered open to meet his closed ones and, momentarily stunned at the close proximity, she jerked back. The kiss wasn’t broken though, Ichigo moving with her until she was underneath him. Her eyes closed shut and she wrapped her arms around Ichigo’s neck, pulling him closer to her. This seemed to bring him back to his senses and he opened his eyes, breaking the kiss.

“Mara.” He whispered, pressing his mouth back against hers. He licked her lower lip and she opened without hesitation. She moaned into the kiss as he explored her mouth, rubbing his tongue up against hers.

She gave a slight shove and succeeded in rolling the both of them over, so her body on top of his, her legs between his spread ones. After a playful kissing battle, Ichigo pushed their bodies off of the ground. Symara sat back on folded legs, positioned in between his. He untied her sash and slid the sleeves of her top off of her, leaving her chest exposed to him. Her arms instinctively went to cover her chest but he grabbed her wrists, pushed her to the ground and pinned them beside her head.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered.

He started kissing her, traveling from her ear to her lips, spending more time on her neck and then finally, making his way over her mounds to her little nubs, hardened in the chilly breeze. He nipped at them playfully his hands and mouth taking turns on each one. He pinched and rolled on around in his fingers while he sucked on the other. Symara’s breathing quickly became rapid, pleasured gasps, squeaking when he stopped.

He ripped the rest of her clothed off of her thin frame, not caring where they landed and pulled his top off as well, exposing to her his well-sculpted chest. His fingers went to her wet arousal and he fingered her lightly for a second until she whined in protest at his teasing. He slipped a single finger inside her warm cavern and she gasped at the feeling. He pumped the finger in and out until he decided that she was ready for another. He pumped faster then began to scissor her, trying to prepare her for what was coming. She moaned loudly and her hips bucked wildly into his hand. He attempted to fit another finger in, but stopped when she began squirming at the uncomfortable feeling. So Ichigo simply continued thrusting into her with two fingers.

It wasn’t long until she came all over his hand. He removed it from her glistening, red flower and licked it seductively, watching as a bright red blush spread over her already flushed cheeks.

“You taste delicious.” He said dirtily, chuckling gleefully when she buried her face in her hands.

He tugged the rest of his clothing away from his body and brushed the tip of his fully hardened arousal against her untamed flower.

“Ready?” he asked. She nodded in response and fastened her arms around his neck.

She dug her nails into his back as he ripped into her, clawing hard enough to draw blood. She clamped her mouth shut to keep from screaming. She tried desperately to focus on something else, anything. Ichigo’s hot body on top of her’s. The soft, cool grass on her back.

Eventually the pain began to dull until it completely gave way to pleasure. She opened her eyes, which she’d shut in an attempt to keep out the pain and found Ichigo resting stiffly above her. She wondered how he felt, forcing himself to stay still as a statue when he obviously wanted so badly to move. She began to rub her nether regions against his, silently telling him to pound into her, as fast and as hard as he could.

He didn’t waste a moment. No sooner had he understood, he pulled out then slammed back into her, eliciting a small yelp of pleasure from her.

“Fuck, Mara, you’re so fucking tight.” He growled. She moaned in response, bucking her hips up to meet his. He reached down to wrap her legs around his waist, allowing him to pound in even deeper. A spark seemed to explode in her mind every time he thrusted into her, consistently hitting a sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Mmmm-mmmm!!! Ichigo! Ichigo!” she yelped, “Mmm… I-I'm cumming!”

Symara became dead to the world as her orgasm hit, white light painting her vision, a fireworks exploding throughout her body. Once the pleasure began to fade away, she opened her eyes to see Ichigo panting. He pulled his now limp member out of her, then flopped over next to her, drawing her close.

“I’m glad I came to visit you.” He spoke after a while.

“I’ll miss you once you’re gone.” she replied.

“Yeah, me too.” He trailed off. “I love you.” he said, planting a kiss on her head.

“I love you, too.” she whispered before drifting off.