Initiate [NC-17; Hitsugaya/Matsumoto]
Title: Initiate
Author: worblehat
Genre: Bleach
Pairing: Hitsugaya/Matsumoto
Rating: NC-17
Notes: There is not enough of this pairing. Also, this is meant to take place in Orihime's apartment, which will explain the clothing. Er. Semi-spoilers? Mostly smut, though.
Word Count: 771
Matsumoto's body curls against Hitsugaya's and she yawns, hair falling partly over his shoulders. He pushes it away and glares over his shoulder, but she's already asleep, mouth half-open, breathing soft against his neck. He shifts and closes his eyes, glad she can't feel the warmth spreading through his chest, enjoying the way her fingers rest at his stomach, barely touching as they slide beneath the hem of his shirt.
He tries to sleep but Matsumoto is dreaming, mutters turning into vague protests - sounding too much like moans. As much as he knows that she's probably dreaming about something mundane, he can't help the shivers that skate down his spine, causing him to place his hand over hers, holding it there briefly before sliding it lower. He rubs it back and forth across his groin, growing harder with every few strokes until he's biting into his lower lip to keep from waking her. Matsumoto is a heavy sleeper and Hitsugaya thinks maybe it's just best to move quietly, enjoying the way her hand wraps around him as he thrusts upward.
"Taichou," she breathes and his eyes open immediately, cheeks dark. He waits, frowning when he hears her giggle. "You couldn't wake me up for this?"
"I didn't -"
His words are cut off as she wraps one leg around his waist, pulling him closer. Her hand is working faster and he lets go, fingers fisting the loose covers. It feels so good and he leans back until her lips are at his throat, expelling heat against his skin. He turns, murmuring her name once, lazily; until their lips meet and he's pushing himself on top of her, straddling her hips in practiced motions.
Matsumoto's hair spreads out on the pillow beneath her, eyes focused on Hitsugaya as he slides one hand beneath her shirt, unsurprised when he finds she is not wearing anything else. This is already the seventh time they've slept this way and part of him thinks they should stop, that it isn't right - while the other part causes him to slip his arm around Matsumoto's waist and rest closer, until he can feel her heartbeat.
His fingers slip against her entrance as he tugs down at the thin boxers; he smirks when Matsumoto moans, head bowed so she won't see. It takes a little effort but then he's pushed between her legs, cock slowly nudging inside. Her eyes are watching him and he leans closer, one hand pressing onto the floor to steady himself as he slides the rest of the way in, shuddering at the hot, slick warmth around his length. He pulls out and pushes in again, Matsumoto moaning, legs spreading a little wider, allowing him an angle that shoves him deeper inside with shallower thrusts.
It's difficult to keep quiet and neither wants to wake Orihime, but Matsumoto's moans are getting louder and Hitsugaya is fumbling with her shirt, pulling it higher until his mouth reaches her chest, first sucking then biting on the smooth, circular areas, causing her to gasp - to be unable to say anything other than "taichou...taichou..."
He comes inside her, spurting and shooting until it it spills out and he pushes in deep one last time, breathing her name; fingers rubbing, moving quickly as her body shudders through her own orgasm. He is still coming when her eyes close and he can hear the wet sounds of their bodies as he thrusts in a few more times - can feel the wetness of his own come as it drips between their bodies. They roll over together, his cock still half-hard; he leaves it inside, feeling it harden once more when she stretches, her body tightening around him.
When he starts fucking her a second time, they're both on their sides and she pulls him close. He breathes in and his hold on her hip tightens, the urge to drive in faster almost overpowering. She bends to his hands, lips and teeth, asking for more, telling him how good it feels until his cheeks are flushed with exertion and a certain thrill - something about hearing her speak, like that, about him - and he shudders, feeling every short spray of come as it fills her, most of it spilling back down her leg, partly onto his.
"...do you think she heard us?" whispers Matsumoto with a worried glance at Orihime's room.
"...no."
"Really?" presses Matsumoto. "She's been quieter than usual."
"Nope, I didn't hear anything Rangiku-san!" calls a cheery yet traumatised voice from behind the door. "I'm sleeping, see?"
Hitsugaya blinks. Matsumoto stares.
"...Well -"
"- Shit."
Author: worblehat
Genre: Bleach
Pairing: Hitsugaya/Matsumoto
Rating: NC-17
Notes: There is not enough of this pairing. Also, this is meant to take place in Orihime's apartment, which will explain the clothing. Er. Semi-spoilers? Mostly smut, though.
Word Count: 771
Matsumoto's body curls against Hitsugaya's and she yawns, hair falling partly over his shoulders. He pushes it away and glares over his shoulder, but she's already asleep, mouth half-open, breathing soft against his neck. He shifts and closes his eyes, glad she can't feel the warmth spreading through his chest, enjoying the way her fingers rest at his stomach, barely touching as they slide beneath the hem of his shirt.
He tries to sleep but Matsumoto is dreaming, mutters turning into vague protests - sounding too much like moans. As much as he knows that she's probably dreaming about something mundane, he can't help the shivers that skate down his spine, causing him to place his hand over hers, holding it there briefly before sliding it lower. He rubs it back and forth across his groin, growing harder with every few strokes until he's biting into his lower lip to keep from waking her. Matsumoto is a heavy sleeper and Hitsugaya thinks maybe it's just best to move quietly, enjoying the way her hand wraps around him as he thrusts upward.
"Taichou," she breathes and his eyes open immediately, cheeks dark. He waits, frowning when he hears her giggle. "You couldn't wake me up for this?"
"I didn't -"
His words are cut off as she wraps one leg around his waist, pulling him closer. Her hand is working faster and he lets go, fingers fisting the loose covers. It feels so good and he leans back until her lips are at his throat, expelling heat against his skin. He turns, murmuring her name once, lazily; until their lips meet and he's pushing himself on top of her, straddling her hips in practiced motions.
Matsumoto's hair spreads out on the pillow beneath her, eyes focused on Hitsugaya as he slides one hand beneath her shirt, unsurprised when he finds she is not wearing anything else. This is already the seventh time they've slept this way and part of him thinks they should stop, that it isn't right - while the other part causes him to slip his arm around Matsumoto's waist and rest closer, until he can feel her heartbeat.
His fingers slip against her entrance as he tugs down at the thin boxers; he smirks when Matsumoto moans, head bowed so she won't see. It takes a little effort but then he's pushed between her legs, cock slowly nudging inside. Her eyes are watching him and he leans closer, one hand pressing onto the floor to steady himself as he slides the rest of the way in, shuddering at the hot, slick warmth around his length. He pulls out and pushes in again, Matsumoto moaning, legs spreading a little wider, allowing him an angle that shoves him deeper inside with shallower thrusts.
It's difficult to keep quiet and neither wants to wake Orihime, but Matsumoto's moans are getting louder and Hitsugaya is fumbling with her shirt, pulling it higher until his mouth reaches her chest, first sucking then biting on the smooth, circular areas, causing her to gasp - to be unable to say anything other than "taichou...taichou..."
He comes inside her, spurting and shooting until it it spills out and he pushes in deep one last time, breathing her name; fingers rubbing, moving quickly as her body shudders through her own orgasm. He is still coming when her eyes close and he can hear the wet sounds of their bodies as he thrusts in a few more times - can feel the wetness of his own come as it drips between their bodies. They roll over together, his cock still half-hard; he leaves it inside, feeling it harden once more when she stretches, her body tightening around him.
When he starts fucking her a second time, they're both on their sides and she pulls him close. He breathes in and his hold on her hip tightens, the urge to drive in faster almost overpowering. She bends to his hands, lips and teeth, asking for more, telling him how good it feels until his cheeks are flushed with exertion and a certain thrill - something about hearing her speak, like that, about him - and he shudders, feeling every short spray of come as it fills her, most of it spilling back down her leg, partly onto his.
"...do you think she heard us?" whispers Matsumoto with a worried glance at Orihime's room.
"...no."
"Really?" presses Matsumoto. "She's been quieter than usual."
"Nope, I didn't hear anything Rangiku-san!" calls a cheery yet traumatised voice from behind the door. "I'm sleeping, see?"
Hitsugaya blinks. Matsumoto stares.
"...Well -"
"- Shit."