She gulped when she saw the beast that was fully awake now. She looked up in concern but the orange head smiled as if reading her thoughts. He leaned over her body completely and pulled her lips into his mouth for another kiss.
"Don't worry," he whispered as he placed butterfly kisses all over her lips, "I'll make you feel as beautiful as you are."
Angel couldn't stop her screams when Ichigo suddenly parted her wet folds and slide a finger in between them. The feeling of him penetrating her most sacred region was heating up her body to uncontrollable degrees. Ichigo grunted the moment he felt her tight walls surrounding his finger, and his mind couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have something other than a finger inside her.
Knowing just how new she was to this, he kept his hand steady—which was very difficult for him—until soft mews came from under him. He leaned back up to kiss her fully on the lips before slowly moving his finger within her. She whimpered at the feeling, and it just made Ichigo twitch for more of her. His finger scraped at her walls and he immediately felt harder.
Her gasps of surprise to moans of pleasure were making him lose his mind. If he wasn't careful he might drive himself in her too forcefully and hurt her before either of them could reach the peak of pleasure. That would be the big turn off for him. So he was slow with his actions, bringing her close to her peak and suddenly slowing down the pace to control himself.
"I-Ichi—go," she moaned.
"Angel," he replied, his warm breath huffing against her swollen lips. His wrist was starting to move a lot faster, the wetness of her womanhood making it easier to slip his finger in and out of her. At any moment he was about to lose his mind—
Ah, fuck it! He lost his sanity the moment she told him not to stop!
Ichigo pulled away from her gasping mouth and dived for the luscious wetness that was driving him mad.
"ICHIGO!" she screamed the moment she felt his tongue rubbing against the nub of nerves. Her hands came out and grabbed onto his hair as he penetrated her with his tongue and started to drink up her essence. Never had she felt something so powerful, hot and down-right pleasurable in her life.
Feeling the fire growing, Ichigo's mouth became more persistent until he felt her clamping down into his mouth and coming straight into him with a scream. He felt her body shiver from the sudden orgasm as he tried his best to drink in all of her. Gasps for breath came above him as he stayed between her slender legs. The moment her trembling folds were licked up dry, he sat back up on his knees as he parted her legs even further. The throbbing from his erection was becoming unbearable and he wanted to relieve it.
And Angel was the only one who could do it.
With great tenderness, his hands came up to run down her body as if petting a fragile creature. Angel opened her eyes—when had she closed them?—to see Ichigo leaning down at her.
"You ready?" he asked in between deep breaths.
Angel stared into his eyes and nodded as she positioned herself just above his groins. Their labored breaths mingled in the air as they pressed their naked body against each other even closer. Angel gasped when she felt his erection rubbing against the inside of her thighs, right below the core of her womanhood that was suddenly getting wet again.
Ichigo looked down at her one more time for a confirmation before they did something totally selfish and only for them. Her eyes were sparkling right back at him. That was all he needed to know.
The head of his erection slowly pushed into the tight ring of her folds. It was difficult at first with her petite body and all. Angel could feel tears forming behind her eyes but she wasn't going to let them out, at least not yet. She didn't want Ichigo to see them and suddenly bail out. She needed him so much that she was willing to deal with whatever pain it would bring, whether from losing her virginity or getting in trouble from school. None of that mattered anymore.
Only him.
Only them.
That was the only thing in her mind right now.
Ichigo grunted as he finally slipped in the tip of his cock inside of her. He bit his lower lip to hold onto whatever control he had before his hips could start thrusting wildly into her. There was no way he would allow himself to ruin this moment by losing to his animalistic desires. That can wait until later. He pushed forward his lower body as much as possible until his cock reached the barrier of her purity. Angel took in a deep breath to prepare herself and that was when Ichigo thrust deeper, breaking through the barrier as quickly as he could as he filled her completely.
A scream of pain was about to escape Angel's lips but Ichigo immediately silenced it by swallowing her pains into his mouth as he kissed her fully. The lower part of his body remained still as he concentrated on working on her lips, distracting Angel from the pain that was throbbing within her. Unwanted tears continued to fall but after a while Angel ignored it as she slowly started to respond to his caresses.
When she felt the pain subside, she started to move under him. "Ichigo," she whimpered.
"Sorry," he whispered as he trailed kisses across her face, "Just be patient for a little longer."
The corner of her lips started to tug upwards as she felt his sweet kisses on her neck while his hands were running up and down her sides in soothing movements. Noticing her relaxed expression, Ichigo decided it was time to test if she was ready.
With great care, Ichigo pulled his hips back, slowly pulling himself out of her. Angel whimpered at the weird but welcoming sensation. A gasp of surprise came from her this time when he suddenly drove himself back in her. Ichigo grunted at the feeling of her tight walls that surrounded his hard member. And it was driving him insane the way Angel was moaning underneath him.
The moment of his slow thrusts brought nothing but pleasurable feelings throughout her body that Angel couldn't resist herself to move her hips up to meet him in mid-thrust. The two gasped in unison at the sudden sensation as their movements started to syncopate and quicken.
"Ichigo," she whimpered as she desperately clawed his back. Those cat-like fingers were sending more shocks throughout his body and his hips began to thrust more wildly into her, making Angel lose the rhythm. At first she flinched when the faster movement started to hurt again, but Ichigo quickly slowed down to wait for her to slowly get accustomed to the new friction. Ichigo had to hold onto her hips as he moved in and out of her as their climax neared them. His balls were feeling tighter and her walls were clenching his member even tighter.
"Angel," he groaned, "I—can't hold—ugh—back, so don't you either!"
As if it was a signal, an orgasmic scream ripped out of her throat as Angel's body shook violently from the waves of pleasure, coming down hard on Ichigo. A choked groan came from Ichigo as he kept thrusting a few more times into her tighter walls before he delved deeper inside her and exploded everything he had within him into her.
The two stayed still as their orgasm played throughout their body. Once the ride was finally over, Ichigo dropped onto his elbows as his strength left him but he tried his best to stay up from crushing his lover underneath him.
Angel took in deep breaths before she wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's okay, I'll hold you," she whispered as she pulled him in. Ichigo's arms immediately gave out as he fell against her warm and sweaty body. He buried his head next to her neck and the two tried to catch their breathing.
It was only after several minutes that Ichigo was finally able to gather some strength to slip himself out of her spent canal. Angel felt him lift her exhausted body as he fell to his side and brought her onto his chest. She curled against his body and held onto him tightly, ignoring the throbbing that was coming between her legs.
Exhaustion was washing over them, totally ignoring the time of day. Pulling up the blanket to cover their bodies, Ichigo held on Angel tightly and sighed into her hair. A smile broke out of Angel as she listened to the mad throbbing beats of his heart.
"Angel" he whispered.
"Hmm?" She didn't trust her voice to answer back. It seemed like she had lost it the moment she screamed when she had come.
"Angel," he said again, "don't leave me," he begged as he held her close.
Angel responded with a tired nod before sleep took over them both
Angel's nose clenched up as sleep slowly started to leave her. She didn't want to wake up just yet, especially since she was feeling so warm and content. But her eyelids were complaining at her to move, too tired of having stayed in one position for several hours. With much difficulty Angel finally blinked open her violet orbs, only to be welcomed with a blurry vision of '5:00 PM' in red letters that was glaring at her. She let out a groan.
Since when did I ever sleep until this late?
She flinched when she suddenly felt someone moving behind her. His arms around her bare waist tightened as he pulled her closer to him. His chest was pressed against her back and his nose dug itself into her hair.
Angel couldn't stop a small giggle as she turned her head to see a sleeping Ichigo, his scowl gone and replaced with a peaceful expression that only appeared while he was asleep.
Images of what happened earlier that day flashed in her mind and a bright blush appeared along with it. She looked down at his hand and gently intertwined their fingers. Unconsciously he gripped her fingers tightly, almost as if he was afraid she'd disappear even as he slept.
Angel smiled affectionately before she turned around to gently shake his shoulders. "Ichigo," she whispered.
The scowl suddenly returned as he was slowly forced out of his dream.
"Ichigo," she said again, but a little louder this time. "Wake up."
The orange head grunted as he blinked open an eye to glare at her. "What do you want?" he groaned with his husky voice.
Angel smiled. "We've been asleep for almost seven hours. If we continue sleeping we won't be able to sleep tonight and wake up in time tomorrow morning."
Ichigo let out a deep breath as he held her tighter. "Still, you didn't have to wake me up. I can sleep in as long as necessary," he exclaimed.
Angel laughed as she slowly sat up. "Well I'm hungry so let's get something to eat."
Ichigo sighed in defeat. "Fine." He sat up before looking to see her bare back facing him, her front being covered by the blanket she was tightly clutching onto. He saw a blush on her cute face when she noticed where he was trying to stare at. He chuckled as he leaned down next to her ear. "No need to be shy, midget. I already saw everything so there's no need to hide from me anymore."
The blush grew brighter as she glared at him. "You're making it sound like you want me to walk around the apartment naked from now on."
"That's not a bad idea," he chuckled as he kissed her shoulder.
"Ichigo," she whimpered as his breath tickled her neck. "Not now."
But Ichigo continued to kiss her down her back, feeling the goosebumps that were arising on her skin again. He smirked when he heard a moan from the woman in front of him, feeling himself getting slightly aroused…when something struck him. He pulled away and scowled. "Shit," he cursed.
"What?" Angel asked, her voice slightly breathless.
However Ichigo was no longer aroused at the moment. "Um, we—last night…shit!" he kept cursing.
"What?!" she asked, more persistent this time.
"…We forgot protection," he finally said.
Silence.
Then Angel suddenly burst out laughing as she fell back onto the bed.
Ichigo glared at her merry expression. "What's so funny? Are you telling me you actually want to get pregnant before graduating?"
"No," she giggled, "I just think it's funny how you suddenly remembered this after we had…um, well you know," she bit her lower lip as she grinned.
"But this is a serious matter," he frowned at her, "I don't want you to quit school just because you get pregnant."
"I don't either," she smiled, "So don't worry."
"Why?"
Angel reached up and brushed some of his bangs out of his eyes. "Because I'm on the pill."
A sigh of relief came from him. "Thank god. I was freaking out for a sec—" Ichigo stopped mid-sentence and his eyes grew big again as he gawked down at her. "Why are you on birth control?"
Angel smirked at his suspicious look. "Because I've been sleeping around with every guy in my school."
"WHAT?!" Ichigo erupted, glaring down at her. And his anger didn't die when Angel started to laugh out loud again. "ANGEL!"
"You're so stupid," she continued laughing.
"This is not a simple matter! Who did you sleep with?! I'm going to—" Ichigo was abruptly stopped when Angel placed a finger against his lips.
Her face was still red from laughing so hard, but calmly replied, "Ichigo, from what happened just a few hours ago, shouldn't you be able to tell a joke from the truth?"
Ichigo scowled at her. "What are you talking about?"
Rolling her eyes, Angel sat up and seductively whispered against his ear, "Don't you remember how it went?"
Ichigo stilled in his position as his mind suddenly went back to what she was referring to. And he suddenly remembered the resistance, the breaking, and the scream. He leaned back to stare at the face that was still smirking at him. "…Oh," he replied.
"You're my only one," she calmly informed him.
Ichigo lowered his face to hide his embarrassment. "Thanks for freaking me out there, midget."
"You're welcome," she grinned.
Ichigo groaned as he wrapped his arms around her and fell back on the bed together. She squealed at his sudden action and he rolled over to hold her tightly against him. "But that still doesn't explain why you're on the pills."
Angel giggled in his arms. "Ever since our make out sessions started to get intense, I decided to make a smart move by taking them. I knew this would happen sooner or later."
A sigh of relief escaped Ichigo as he started to kiss her again. "You still could have warned me earlier." Angel just smiled as he continued to kiss her neck. And his arousal was back.
Men are such simple creatures.
Angel felt Ichigo's lips becoming more insistent and rolled her eyes. She knew what was going through his mind. "Ichigo, you really should stop."
But he continued his trail of kisses down to her shoulder before he pulled away an inch to look at her. "Do you really have to eat now?" he asked, thinking back to what they were originally talking about before the topic of the pill came up.
Angel glared at him. "Yes," she stressed the word.
Ichigo sighed as he pulled himself away completely. "Fine. I'll go make something so why don't you go take a bath."
Angel nodded her head as she watched Ichigo grab his boxers on the ground. He then proceeded to put on a pair of shorts before he left the room. Once she saw the kitchen lights turn on from the hall, Angel carefully swung her legs over the edge of the bed, wincing as her feet landed on the cold floor.
With much difficulty she pulled herself up, still clutching onto the blanket. As she pulled away, the blanket uncovered the red stain on the bed, close to where she was lying just a few minutes ago. Angel stared at the stain for several minutes.
The loss of her innocence was clearly visible before her and it was something she would never get back. But strangely, she didn't feel guilty about it. Instead…it felt right.
A small smile tugged on her lips before she carefully went to grab a pair of new clothes and went to the bathroom for a much needed bath.
Ichigo let out a big yawn as he continued to cook the eggs in the frying pan. Now that he thought about it, he was hungry as hell too. He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast the day before. After that he couldn't eat because of all the fucked up drama that he started with Angel. Luckily everything ended with a happy ending.
A small frown appeared on his face as he thought back to what happened the night before. That fucking drunk bastard better not remember anything about what happened or else he'd go and finish what he started. Ichigo still couldn't believe something like that happened to Angel. That bastard got what he deserved for touching his woman and putting that frightened look on her face.
His mind immediately focused on Angel for a second. She was now the girl-who-turned-into-a-woman this morning when he took the one thing he's been trying to avoid all this time: her purity. Still, she willing offered it to him and he took it. After all, he was a healthy young man with raging hormones that he's been neglecting his entire life. It was bound to have happened between them, especially with the kind of activities that they did at night but still…
"It would have been better if it were under different circumstances," he mumbled to himself as he dumped the eggs onto a plate.
"If what was what?" Ichigo tuned around to see Angel appearing into the kitchen while clutching a towel around her wet hair. She looked at him with her confused eyes and asked again. "Under what circumstances?"
He stared at her before shaking his head. "Nothing, don't worry about it," he said before grabbing the plate of eggs and placing it on the table where he had already set up the utensils, rice and some other leftover side dishes. He sat down in his usual seat and Angel sat across from him. When her bottom connected to the seat, she couldn't help but wince a bit.
Her lower body was still extremely sore, even after a warm bath. The never-before-used muscles were throbbing as she tried to gently wiggle into a more comfortable position. Ichigo eyed her movements, figuring out why she was moving around so much in her seat. But instead of commenting, he looked down on his own plate of food and started to eat. He felt a bit guilty but knew she would get mad at him if he voiced his thoughts, so he kept quiet.
"Ittadekimasu," she said before digging into the food that her stomach's been growling for over an hour.
The two ate their first meal of the day while talking about this and that: from annoying homework to crazy Jacod. Laughs and threats were shoved in between every few minutes during the rest of their meal as they enjoyed each others presence.
"Ichigo, can you come here and help me!" Angel called from their bedroom—she suddenly decided to officially move all her stuff into his room for the past hour since there was no reason to use separate beds now…unless Ichigo does something stupid—to Ichigo who was watching the news in the living room. Thankfully there was nothing about a half-dead man from last night.
Ichigo pushed himself off the couch and went to the bedroom. "What are you doing midget?" he asked as he leaned against the doorframe and watched Angel ripping the bed into shreds.
"I'm trying to get this bed sheet off so I can get it washed," she blushed, "And I'm having a tough time."
Ichigo raised a brow at her. "What are you talking about? You can beat the crap out of me but you can't take off a skimpy bed sheet?"
Angel glared at him with a full-blown blush. "I'm still…"
"What?" he strained his ears when the volume of her voice died down.
"I'm still sore!" She glared, angry at him for making her say something so embarrassing.
Ichigo was stunned at her sudden confession but couldn't stop the smirk that suddenly appeared. "Wear you out, did I?"
"Shut up!" she screamed, throwing a pillow at him.
"Hahaha, okay okay," he lifted his hands in sign of defeat after the third pillow hit him. But he couldn't stop his laughter as he walked over to help. But his merriment immediately died when he saw it. "You're going to wash this because…" he couldn't finish his sentence.
Angel looked at him before looking down at the stain he was staring at. "Yeah, I didn't like the idea of sleeping on top of that."
Ichigo merely nodded as he silently peeled off the sheets.
Angel watched, noticing his sudden silence. "Ichigo, are you okay?"
"Yeah," he replied, "It's just that, well…this," he held up the sheet in front of him, "I wasn't exactly planning on doing what we did this morning, especially under those reasons."
So that was what he was mumbling about earlier, she mused. As Ichigo continued staring at the sheet she came up and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Why is it bothering you so much? I'm okay with it," she told him.
Ichigo sighed as he dropped the sheet and wrapped an arm around her waist in return. "I just feel like a jerk taking advantage of you when you were still emotionally unstable."
"No I wasn't," she said, "I gave you my full consent and we both shared a magical moment that I don't regret. So you better not either."
"I don't regret it," he looked down at her, "But it might have been better if we waited until after you graduated. And in a more romantic setting."
Angel smiled. "I didn't take you as a romantic."
"Only when I'm desperate," he smirked before pulling her closer. He leaned down to kiss the top of her head as he held her. "You really don't regret it?"
"Nope," she replied, "I'm happy."
"Good, because I am too," he smiled. "And might I add you're quite the moaner." He was immediately rewarded with a painful stomp to his foot. Ichigo laughed and cringed at the pain all at once as he peered out the window to see the full moon shining brightly in the clear night sky, completely different from the downpour of the day before.
It seemed even nature was content with their union.