{伊勢 七緒} Nanao Ise (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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leadpencils2013-03-25 07:57 pm
regretter) wrote in leadpencils2013-03-25 07:57 pm
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horrendous fic
“Oh, Abarai-kun, when I’m through with you, you’re not going to want to walk.”
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“Nnngh, god, please do that again—” Renji obligingly rolls his hips again and she tips her head back, gasping at the sensation. She’s so damn tight it should be illegal and he can’t help but wonder if he’s the first to have her (don’t break her, don’t you fucking dare break her) like this. They didn’t make it out of Dismas before she pushed him against a wall and pulled his head down to hers; turns out that the very idea of Nanao Ise being frigid is wrong, Iba’s lost that bet—
And then she clenches and he sees stars, bucking up into her, hands grabbing her corset-tightened waist, pulling her down. There’s a hand in his hair, pulling him up, fuck that hurts, and he lets her know with teeth and tongue and she meets him with her own. Nails rake fire down his back and he bites the junction of her neck and shoulder and she squeaks, squeezing him again (there must be a god somewhere)
and
oh
(is this heaven?)
he thinks he’s seeing stars – but didn't they make it inside? – and then his eyes refocus on the sight of tiny sparks drifting off Nanao’s skin, the feel of them falling off the sides of her hands braced on his chest, the feeling of still being inside her.
“You… okay there?” Not the world’s most intelligent words, but they do the job. She looks at him, eyes lit from within, and nods.
“If ye could unlace me, that’d be grand.” He nods, hands rising to try and unknot the laces behind her back, but he can’t quite reach and the movement makes the both of them groan. “Or maybe we could stay like this, I guess that’s alright too.”
_____
“Nnngh, god, please do that again—” Renji obligingly rolls his hips again and she tips her head back, gasping at the sensation. She’s so damn tight it should be illegal and he can’t help but wonder if he’s the first to have her (don’t break her, don’t you fucking dare break her) like this. They didn’t make it out of Dismas before she pushed him against a wall and pulled his head down to hers; turns out that the very idea of Nanao Ise being frigid is wrong, Iba’s lost that bet—
And then she clenches and he sees stars, bucking up into her, hands grabbing her corset-tightened waist, pulling her down. There’s a hand in his hair, pulling him up, fuck that hurts, and he lets her know with teeth and tongue and she meets him with her own. Nails rake fire down his back and he bites the junction of her neck and shoulder and she squeaks, squeezing him again (there must be a god somewhere)
and
oh
(is this heaven?)
he thinks he’s seeing stars – but didn't they make it inside? – and then his eyes refocus on the sight of tiny sparks drifting off Nanao’s skin, the feel of them falling off the sides of her hands braced on his chest, the feeling of still being inside her.
“You… okay there?” Not the world’s most intelligent words, but they do the job. She looks at him, eyes lit from within, and nods.
“If ye could unlace me, that’d be grand.” He nods, hands rising to try and unknot the laces behind her back, but he can’t quite reach and the movement makes the both of them groan. “Or maybe we could stay like this, I guess that’s alright too.”