This was the first time I ever wrote IchiHime and I wanted to write the pairing cause I felt that the prompts would fit and I do like the potential of the pairing.
Keep in mind that all 3 drabbles have some sort of smut or hints of smut in them.
Happy reading!
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Character: Ichigo
Pairing: Ichigo/Orihime
Prompt: ink
Words: 131
The sound of his own moaning made him look down to his lap again to watch the orange haired girl?s head bobbing up and down. Ichigo almost felt bad for suggesting Inoue to suck him off but she did say she?d do anything to make up for what happened to his very ink stained pants. The broken pen that had leaked all over his hand and pants lay discarded on the floor where the girl kneeled. Her breathy chants of apologies ghosted over his cock as if she were to blame for the faulty pen. Ichigo threaded his fingers through the long orange locks, guiding her into a pace that was sure to make him come hard. He closed his eyes and made a mental note; borrow Inoue?s stuff more often.
Character: Ichigo
Pairing: Ichigo/Orihime
Prompt: barbecue
Words: 171
Ichigo couldn?t stop staring at Orihime eating the barbecue ribs. Sauce was smeared on the sides of her mouth and if she wasn?t quick enough, it would drip into her cleavage or onto the front of her sundress. She didn?t have a care in the world as she giggled at how she was a messy eater. Ichigo knew he had to take matters into his own hands before Yuzu ruined the moment with her fretting. Pulling Orihime by the arm, Ichigo walked her into the bathroom, sat her on the counter, and helped clean her up.
?Sorry about making such a mess.?
?Don?t worry about it.? He then leaned forward to lick around her mouth and continued farther down till he reached the trail of sauce between her breasts.
The movement of her hand stopped him at mid-lick as she reached between them and tugged at his zipper.
?Kurosaki-kun, I?m in no hurry to get cleaned up just yet, are you??
Ichigo smirked as he settled between her thighs. ?Not at all.?
Character: Ichigo
Pairing: Ichigo/Orihime
Prompt: tiara
Words: 189
At first, Ichigo had felt somewhat emasculated, having let Orihime talk him into, well, more like seduce him, into role playing such a girlish fantasy. Though now, feeling her tongue stroking along his own as she nestled herself fully onto him, he knew giving into her idea had been a really, and he meant, a really, good move. He breathed in deep when her mouth left his to trail kisses along his neck, causing her nipples to brush against his as she rolled her hips. Thrusting against her, his head lolled to the side, and half lidded dark eyes caught the reflection of their slick nude bodies in the mirror across the room.
A bubble crown encircled his head, matching perfectly with the bubble tiara that graced her strawberry-blond locks; after all, her reasoning was that a princess could not have a tiara without her prince having his crown. Odd perhaps, silly maybe, but right now, for all he cared, he would have had worn a bubble beard if it meant having a naked and wet Orihime fucking his brains out like she was doing at this very moment.
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