A Game of Hearts

Kensei .:. Orihime

01:. Moan

He ran his fingers through his silver hair, closing his eyes in frustration as he tried his best not to think of that stupidly immature beauty that kept plaguing his thoughts. It seemed to get harder and harder with every single passing day to get rid of her image though, his mind constantly wandering off into forbidden territory. Every time he saw her, he had to fight the urge to tackle her over and kiss those puckering lips and touch that irresistible body.

Luckily enough, she usually said something insanely childish every time he saw her, which became an immediate turn off. If she could just keep her thoughts to herself she'd be perfect. Actually, she didn't need to keep her mouth shut; there were times she would blow him away with the amount of consideration and control she used to handle situations that would have made him explode in anger.

No, he needed to stop thinking like that. He needed to stop seeing how much of a woman she was and start seeing how much of a woman she wasn't. He needed to stop noticing her round, supple, and perky breasts that he just dreamed be covered with his…

…he really needed to stop.

He stood up, crossing his arms in frustration as he tried to restrain himself from punching anything. That would surely wake someone up and he didn't want anyone to see him in this state. See him resisting the desire to masturbate while thinking of her moaning out his name below him… or just finding her wherever she was and making her moan his name below him.

His hollow started surfacing, enjoying the sexual tension building inside the man with thoughts of the princess.

"Aw, fuck," he mumbled, falling backwards onto his bed. His hollow taking interest was the last thing he needed. He already had one half of him desiring her; he didn't need his other half equally interested.

Why the hell was he acting like a pubescent teenage boy anyways? He'd had his fair share of women and sex! It wasn't like this was a new experience he wished would befall on him one day. No, this was something he'd experienced many times.

For some reason he didn't remember his yearnings being this strong before.

"Oh, Kensei-san! I just wanted to clean up your room, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, bent over in front of him wearing nothing but an apron. "Please forgive me, I didn't mean to be a bad girl."

She turned around, the apron stopping short of her waste-line, showing off her luscious legs, curvy hips, and cleanly shaved…

He shook himself out of his fantasy, realizing he was touching himself while thinking about her again. He couldn't even stop himself at this point, his mind and body moving on their own accord.

He let out a groan as he imagined her legs wrapped around his waist as he roughly pounded into her; her moans echoing throughout his cement block room; his fingers playing with her nipples as she buried her fingers in his hair, pulling as she tried to hold herself up. She begged him to go harder, faster, to do anything that would get her a release. She shivered under his hold, screaming out his name as a rush overcame her, signaling for him to reach his own.

But he was still hard, so she'd offer to finish him off, because there was no way she'd leave him still wanting more after he'd done such a good job at satisfying her.

Her head bobbed up and down his length, her tongue rolling around the tip so that a shiver went up his spine. She slowly wrap her whole mouth around it, his hands entangled in her hair as he could feel his tip touching the back of her throat. Her mouth slowly moved faster and f aster across his erection, causing him to call out her name in pleasure as she sucked his entire cock, causing for him to release into the back of her throat.

He groaned, slouching down as a wave of fatigue hit him; watching as she looked up at him with those innocent grey eyes and swallowed the load she'd just blasted into her mouth. She slowly stood up, her body rubbing against him. She intertwined her fingers with his and pulled him over to the bed so that he would lie down next to her. She cuddled next to his chest, the warmth of her body spreading throughout him as she completely pressed against him.


"Y…y…yes K…Kensei-san…"

That wasn't part of his dream.

His golden eyes snapped open, noticing the darkened shadow that was at his entry way. "What the hell are you doing here?!" he asked, a growing frustration escalading inside of him. How long had she been standing there watching him have inappropriate thoughts about her?!

"I… I… was going to the bathroom… and I thought I heard someone saying my name so I followed the voice and… I'll go back to me room. I'm sorry, Kensei-san!" The door shut with a quick thud and the pattering steps racing down the hallway slowly died down.

The humiliation and sticky load on his hand prevented him from chasing after her and yelling at her about her stupid reasons for catching him and childish innocence. It was her fault he'd been thinking about her like that anyways.

Tomorrow was going to be a very long day.


My new obsession – bleach smut

Specifically the kind that involves orihime…

So anyways all 69 chapters of this (as there are 69 challenges unless I combine some) will be purely (most of the time) smut

Because what fanfiction doesn't need more smut :)

I'm planning on making this a continuing story so the chapters WILL connect…

Anyways! This is for a rather rare pairing, so I'm not expecting many reviews, but they're still highly appreciated :D

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