Shiroi Mu-ne (White Heart)

Hitsugaya looked up at the bright moon above him as he chewed on a straw languidly. He was lying down on the couch of his temporary residence, hands behind his head. The instruction he received for wearing clothing at night here was to change into a comfortable white buttoned shirt and black track pants. He wasn’t one who would defy instructions unless they were perfectly against his principles, and he saw no harm in obeying clothing directions. So, he wore them. The only point he couldn’t understand was, why they demanded that he should only button up the lower 3, and leave the top 2 open. After all, ties should also be done up properly, but they also instructed that should he wear a tie, it must be left loosely and dangling.

Strange code of attire they have here. We wouldn’t be caught dead with our attires all left dangling in Soul Society.

A knock was heard on his door. He sprang up in a split second, hand reaching for his zanpakuto’s hilt. He treaded cautiously to the door, trying to sense for an identifiable aura.

“HINAMORI!?”

Hitsugaya was genuinely taken aback before he swung open the door. Hinamori stood in an apologetic fashion, head bowed and hands resting in front of her. She was only wearing the white yutaka of their shinigami uniform, missing the black robe and her fuku-taicho symbol. Her hair was also released from her usual bun in a rare fashion.

But it made matters complicated for Hinamori, because she raised her head to take in Hitsugaya’s attire and she caught her breath unconsciously. No words came out from her mouth, her mind became blank and she didn’t know if she was dreaming. Hitsugaya was looking relaxed in a different fashion, clothing of which she didn’t recognise but looked so good on him. Her eyes roamed to his bare chest and she flared up in embarrassment and shock. Anyone would have thought he was behaving in an intimate fashion with somebody prior to her interruption.

Was he!? Oh no… I really don’t wanna think about it… oh my goodness. I shouldn’t even be here. What AM I doing here!?

Hinamori thought her internal systems were going through a meltdown. She didn’t know what to do, what with foreign emotions seizing her controls. But Hitsugaya had recovered from his initial surprise, and had pulled her in gently, shutting and locking the door behind him. He placed his zanpakuto aside in its usual spot, and he looked at Hinamori carefully.

“Hinamori, w-why are you here? Something happened?”

Hitsugaya only realised that his mouth was dry and lacking of moisture all of a sudden, making his speech difficult to pronounce.

“Shiro-chan, err... I had a dream actually.”

Hitsugaya was used to Hinamori’s random thoughts and actions. He wanted to hear her out, but he decided he really needed water.

“Hinamori, I’ll get us a drink. You sit down and wait for me. Does anyone know you came over here?”

“No, that is why I’m like this.”

Hinamori motioned to her body, regaining a bit of her composure and smiling more naturally.

“I shed off the black cloak and let down my hair. So, if anyone saw me, they wouldn’t know it was me anyway.”

“It’s quite a serious offence to switch worlds without prior consent. And to put away your Fuku-taicho badge is quite unlike you.”

Hitsugaya eyed her curiously as he retreated into the kitchen to pour out 2 cups of water. Hinamori remained silent as she heard the sounds of his preparation. When he returned, he sat down beside her, and for some reason, it made her nervous.

“Hinamori, this had better be good.”

“Actually, I think it’s nothing at all. I was just being silly, as usual!”

Hinamori’s tone was shrill and quivering, as she stood up in a flash and wanted to walk towards the door. Hitsugaya frowned in confusion. He certainly didn’t like Hinamori hiding something from him. Before Hinamori could blink, he was already in front of her, blocking the door. He crossed his hands before him, and stared at her.

“S-Shiro-chan…”

“Silly or not, you better spill it out. I can decide if it is. In any case, the sooner we get this done, the sooner you can return without being caught.”

Hinamori dropped her head, wondering what she should say. After all, she just had an overwhelming urge to see him, and that was really it. Just as she wanted to cry from the sheer stupidity of the situation, she spotted her bento gift to him. It looked like it was being used occasionally, and it was placed next to his zanpakuto.

“Y-you’re using my gift.”

“Of course. I need to use it for my lunches in school.”

Hitsugaya then remembered something.

“Wait here. I have something for you.”

Hinamori forgot everything and stared after him as he disappeared into one of the rooms. He reappeared with a beautiful package in his hand. It was quite small, fitting into his palm.

“Hold out your hand, Hinamori. I got into considerable trouble for this.”

Hinamori gingerly held out her left hand and Hitsugaya handed it over to her. She gasped softly when she peeled open the decorations.

“A talisman! And it has such an intricate design. Arigato, Shiro-chan.”

“Hmph.”

Hinamori carefully tucked it into the obi which held her yutaka together, and Hitsugaya couldn’t help but follow her hands to her waist. As she tugged at it, Hitsugaya swallowed slowly. Somehow, his saliva was caught in his throat. But then… something was happening…

The obi was rapidly untying itself, it had come loose. Hinamori grasped at the yutaka helplessly, but Hitsugaya was swifter. He had already grabbed the ends and pulled them together to wrap around her, but it meant that he was literally pasting himself against her. In that split second, the talisman dropped to the floor with a soft thud, but they couldn’t hear it. Their breaths were laboured and difficult, because the situation had turned so awkward.

Hinamori had never been this close to her Shiro-chan. Her face was literally pressed against his chest, and it felt… so good. And his hands so warm and protective, wrapping her clothing around her. The feeling of being helpless against him… and the whisperings of the girls earlier in the night came back to her …

Oh no, this is so terrible! What am I thinking about!? This is Shiro-chan, my friend... this is all so wrong. Oh no! I… I don’t know what to think!!

Hitsugaya was holding this warm little figure to himself, a tad too close for any occasion. Her light brown hair was spilled around her and covering his hands, as he had drawn her so near to him.

I didn’t realise her hair had grown so long.

Then he realised that he was not letting go, but another thought seized him.

Hinamori was not pulling away.

What is happening? What’s going to happen?

Hinamori felt his legs against hers, torso pressed against torso, chest towards chest. She felt his face just edging above her head, and if she tilted upwards, maybe…

ARGH!! Did I just think of kissing!? Oh my goodness!! Momo, you bad, bad girl!

“Err, Hinamori?”

“Eh?”

“You okay?”

“Y-yes.”

She forgot immediately what she had visualised, and in response, she lifted her head to look at him. Hitsugaya felt a carnal instinct to dive for her… lips.

Get a grip!! What the-- !! Darn, better get out of this situation soon.

Hitsugaya, in his confusion, let go of her a little abruptly. Hinamori backed a few steps, her yutaka slipped a bit and fell off her right shoulder. The ends flared open at her legs so that they exposed her right upper thigh. Hitsugaya was absolutely boggled at the chain reaction. The view had simply started eating away his rationale.

Hinamori, in her attempt to cover her modesty and pride, tried to sit down to prevent further damage. She couldn’t unravel herself like this in front of any man, much less Shiro-chan. She bit her lip in order to prevent her face from bursting in embarrassment, but somehow, deep inside, a little part of her was actually delighted that she allowed Shiro-chan to see this aspect of her.

She was also growing, and she had matured into a young woman.

Green orbs never leaving their target, Hitsugaya couldn’t help but focus on Hinamori. It wasn’t really her body he was interested in, but he suddenly knew everything was piecing themselves together. In this one encounter, he understood his thoughts, his confusion, Matsumoto’s consistent teasing about him and Hinamori, his irritation for women, the unpopularity amongst ladies (only) Hinamori was gathering, his desire to kill when some of the men showed interest in Hinamori…

It isn’t just about our friendship, Hinamori.

Hitsugaya was a straightforward person by principle, and much as he was driven by pride, he was also passionate about his goals. He promised to protect Hinamori, but he realised what he was feeling for her. It was still a grey area, but somehow, at least he was starting to understand.

“Hinamori… I…”

“Shiro-chan, go away. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

Hitsugaya strolled determinedly towards her, and Hinamori tried to avoid him. She was burning up with embarrassment and shame. She couldn’t reconcile why she was feeling conflicting emotions within her. She didn’t want to make things worse. Now, she didn’t want Hitsugaya near her at all, but on the other hand, she wanted him to.

“Hinamori-”

“GO AWAY!! Don’t look at me! I’m ugly and shameful.”

Hitsugaya forcefully pushed her against the wall, pinning her wrists away from her body. In that split second, Hinamori actually had time to observe that Hitsugaya was really much taller than her when they were up close. Then she realised what Hitsugaya was doing to her.

“S-Shiro-chan? Wh-what are you doing!?”

“You were bailing out on me. You were panicking.”

“Look, things didn’t turn out well. You can’t blame a woman from freaking out because she was… well…”

Hinamori flared up again, red as a tomato. She turned away from those intense eyes that were focused on her.

“Hinamori, I just wanted to let you know… that you are beautiful.”

Hitsugaya ended uncertainly as he grappled with his stray thoughts. Hinamori’s yutaka was slightly unravelling again and the view from the top was quite exquisite. Plus, he just realised he had her pinned, not quite how he would treat her at all.

“Thank you, Shiro-chan. You always know how to pacify me.”

Hitsugaya stared into her face, which over time, had mellowed further into a beautiful almond shape. Light brown bangs brought out the colours of her eyes, a clear watery shade of light black and brown. He already knew how her figure had grown to be, thanks to the earlier accident, and her long wavy hair came to her bottom.

“Shiro-chan… I was confused.”

“Why?”

“The women who flock around you. They make me feel so insecure. I wondered if you would forget about me. Just tonight, I dreamt of you and I woke up to a conspiracy between 2 students who wanted to drug you and-”

“Okay, I don’t think I want to know the details. I just want to know how they got into our residences. Isn’t the Gotei 13 purely for our access only?”

“Could be that some love-smitten male Shinigami allowed them in.”

“Ought to be shot, especially since the scene isn’t quite stable recently.”

“Hitsugaya-kun, my arms hurt.”

Hitsugaya did not release her hands. He peered more intently at her, making Hinamori blush in front of him.

“What now!?”

“Why did you call me ‘Hitsugaya’?”

“I thought if I address you the way you wanted, you’d let me go.”

“I’m not letting go.”

“Wha---!”

Hitsugaya boldly attempted something he knew would break boundaries and all hell might break loose. He dived in and met her lips firmly. Hinamori was so shocked that she could not even move. Hitsugaya then released her, his lips shimmering from their kiss.

“S-Shiro-chan…?”

“I’m sorry, I must have lost my mind. Please go, I must be-”

Hinamori blinked twice at the frowning Hitsugaya. She knew what she must do. She didn’t know how to define her feelings, but she realised she didn’t need to. Why should she? She’d go with her instincts. She’d go with what her heart.

“H--HINAMORI!??”

The yutaka she was fighting so hard to keep had slipped to the ground softly, much to Hitsugaya’s utter dismay. He was trying to keep his emotions under control, and Hinamori was so not helping him. Thankfully she had white strips of cloth bounding her breasts in place, and similar ones covering her modesty, but it was just as akin to seeing her naked, for Hitsugaya. Her feminine form was making him very nervous.

Hinamori had to refrain from laughing at Hitsugaya’s priceless expression. He had backed onto the couch, as though he was trying at all costs not to go near her. She suddenly realised the power she was wielding, for now.

“Shiro-chan… I know you want me.”

“Hinamori!!”

They were playing on dangerous grounds now, because the new budding feelings were confirmed but they had so been in denial that they rarely toyed with their imagination or fantasised about each other.

And Hitsugaya realised to his horror that another part of him was beginning to stir. He knew what his body wanted, and he had to keep this down at all costs. His pride wouldn’t let him. He couldn’t do this to Hinamori. He was afraid of what would happen, he wasn’t prepared for this at all!

“Hinamori, I’m serious. Stop this now, or else we’re going to regret this!”

“Stop what? Regret what?”

“Hinamori! Stop acting so innocent! You know what I’m talking about!”

Hitsugaya was still plastered to the couch, he couldn’t stand up. If he did, Hinamori would know. He would die if she knew what she was doing to him, physically.

Oh shit. Hinamori, don’t come over!!

Hinamori had walked over to him, her face actually genuinely puzzled. Her scent was driving him a little dizzy, he wondered when she had a scent! He dug deeper into the couch, perspiration from anxiety started appearing.

“Shiro-chan, are you all right?”

“NO! Get away from me!”

Hinamori was not innocent. No, she was already old enough and she knew what she was doing. She knew what Hitsugaya was going through, the mental anguish and physical torture. She had her fair share of dates with men, but she never wanted to think of being intimate with them. It made her feel slightly revolted. She twirled a strand of her hair and pouted. Yes, she knew how to turn on her feminine wiles.

Hitsugaya was really breaking into a sweat. Hinamori was pressing his buttons, he was going to break. He realised that not every woman can do this. Another lady could reassimilate this, but it mattered that he must desire for the person. And Hinamori was now so tempting, it was touching base with him even further.

“I’m SERIOUS, Hinamori. You continue doing this, and I am going to be uncontrollable. I don’t like being cornered. Back off, Hinamori. Think of it as a favour I ask from you…”

But Hitsugaya’s eyes were flashing wildly, betraying his words and mind.

Indeed, the eyes are really the windows to the soul.

Hinamori mused to herself as she saw how those beautiful his emerald-green eyes were dilating and dancing as they looked at her, making her feel as though they were worshipping her.

“Shiro-chan…”

She deposited herself on top of him, both legs straddling him on either side. Hitsugaya’s jaw dropped open in disbelief and he felt something snap. That feeling was so intense and raw that he almost growled.

“H- Hinamori, this is your final warning. If you don’t go, I will do something dishonourable towards you. Please… please…”

“Shiro-chan, don’t you understand? From your kiss, you’ve given me all the reassurances I’ve wanted. I got my answer, I wandered here in the middle of the night, I wanted to see you. You pieced the jigsaw puzzle of my feelings towards you. I was willing to breach the rules. I know, I didn’t want any other woman to be with you. Shirou-chan, I only want you to be mine. This is the answer.”

Hinamori whispered to him the last sentence in his right ear, leaning onto him and grinding her hips further into him. Hitsugaya’s senses went into overload, he probably didn’t really care now. His valiant efforts were useless, he knew he really wanted her anyway and he would probably feel ashamed if he had never tried to resist her.

But it mattered no more.

Heck the rules, heck the consequences. Heck everything! Kurosaki went against the tides and emerged victorious.

Hitsugaya realised that being strait-laced was probably not the best manner to deal with issues anyway. Before he knew it, his strong arms had grabbed Hinamori’s shoulders, pulling her even closer to him. Then he cradled the back of her head and passionately sealed her lips with his. Hinamori started making short muffled gasps, her hands embracing Hitsugaya’s neck and shoulders, locking her body firmly to his. The couch started creaking as Hitsugaya tried to readjust himself into a more comfortable position.

“Shiro-chan, not here.”

Hinamori whispered softly, and proceeded to disengage herself from him. This got Hitsugaya’s attention.

“Your room…”

Hitsugaya nodded silently, his breath still short. His eyes locked onto her, his mind now completely numb with newfound pleasure. He was trying to process what was happening, but he couldn’t. It was all too new, too exciting, too wrong.

He wanted more.

Hinamori knew what she was doing, and she felt evil for having tempted Hitsugaya beyond his self-control. But it made her feel happy, because Hitsugaya really liked her. She had only wanted to talk to him, but since things had turned out this way, she suddenly found courage and determination to settle their tension once and for all. Hitsugaya would never hit on her, so she realised she had to be wanton. She had been wary when she attempted stripping in front of him, but when Hitsugaya responded, she knew it was worth it.

Anything for you, Shiro-chan.

The door opened to reveal a spacious, spartan bedroom. The bed caught their attention, a lovely Queen sized bed on white stands. The bedsheets were pastel blue and white, and they were certainly inviting.

Hinamori watched Hitsugaya close and lock the door behind him, his eyes never tearing away from her. It was almost as though he was going to devour her with those mesmerising orbs. Now in the confines of the bedroom, Hinamori knew there was no way out, even if she wanted to leave.

Hitsugaya was certainly looking a little wild.

She remembered how the 2 girls were giggling over their fantasy about Hitsugaya doing things to them. Now, she wondered idly if she should make Hitsugaya do the same things to her. After all, he had already pinned her down earlier with some force.

He strode right up to her, putting both his hands on her shoulders and his head dipped to plant kisses on her neck.

“Shiro-chan, how did you know of such… things?”

“Illustration books, courtesy of Matsumoto.”

“You… ?”

“I read them, yes. Don’t let her know though.”

“Well, I’m not too bad either. I had some good lessons from my girl friends.”

Hinamori smirked as Hitsugaya looked at her curiously.

“Well, I certainly can’t wait.”

Hitsugaya growled softly in a low tone as he buried his face into her neck again. He ran the tips of his fingers up and down Hinamori’s back, causing her to make moaning noises involuntarily. She clutched him tighter, her face turning red.

“It certainly isn’t fair!”

Hinamori protested and then pushed Hitsugaya away, grabbing his white T-shirt. She started unbuttoning, happy that he had only done up 3 buttons. She peeled the clothing away from his body, throwing it away on the floor. Hitsugaya wondered if the instruction to button in this particular manner was for this purpose.

Oh gosh…

Hinamori gaped mentally when Hitsugaya’s sculpted lean body came into view, which was a rare sight because he was always properly attired. But Hitsugaya was not giving Hinamori time to ogle. He carried her up, which prompted her to shriek a bit in surprise, and she found herself placed flat onto the bed. Hitsugaya then positioned himself on top of her, pinning her wrists down on either side.

“Hinamori… don’t regret this. You made me do it.”

Hitsugaya actually revealed a rare grin which made Hinamori so surprised and revelled. It was forgotten when Hitsugaya planted kisses on her collarbone.

He’s working his way to my body… uhh… it’s so pleasurable.

Hinamori had never thought that being overpowered by a guy you desired was so orgasmic. It was truly traumatic if it were all other males, but there would always be one exception.

Hitsugaya knew what he was doing. Truth be told, his control was coming back to him, but his emotions were telling his mind to shut up and shut down. He wanted the girl, he would want to own her, do things to her, share with her, and right now, make her his… fully. His protective stance towards her had turned to possession, albeit not in a psychotic manner. He wanted to seal their feelings for each other together, and much as he had disapproved of such actions in the past, he realised what an ignorant fool he had been. He was old, very old, but it was only during these recent years that true growth was achieved. He had raging hormones, ones which could only be soothed by her.

I can’t even wait, I just want to savour you now. I never knew the unconscious denial and waiting had such an effect on me.

His breathing grew hot and laboured as he caressed her curves. Hinamori became frantic with desire, her hips starting to gravitate towards his. Her legs broke free from his legs’ pinning, and she spread them wide before closing in to rub her inner thighs against his. Then she wrapped them around his torso, her pantings were getting more audible as her legs continued their abandoned brushing against his. Her wrists trashed around, she wanted to touch him.

Hitsugaya released her, but only because his fingers wanted to release the bonds that tied her breasts in place. He released the nook, and Hinamori sat up for him to unwrap her. Their eyes remained locked together as he continued to release the strips further. When the final one fell away, he set his sights on her treasures. With tender fingers, he cupped them both and started lavishing his attention on them with his tongue. Hinamori grew embarrassed at having Hitsugaya do this to her, but she couldn’t help but wish he wouldn’t stop. Her legs unravelled around his torso and fell to the bed, but they continued to be spread open. She supported herself from falling back onto the bed by leaning on her elbows, and her head fell back as she started gasping for air. The pleasure was consuming her.

A painful ache of emptiness started throbbing more consciously there. She bit her lip, hoping it would go away, but she knew it wouldn’t. She was getting desperate for him, for him to take the painful ache away.

Hitsugaya was busy kissing and sucking Hinamori’s breasts, lavishly ensuring her nipples were equally treated. Hinamori was panting heavily, a good sign. Her skin was becoming shimmery with perspiration, just like his. Her long hair fell to the bed, like a waterfall glistening with the sun’s reflection. The musk of her desire was overpowering, she was now ready. He had read so much about this ‘scent’ but knew nothing of it. Now, he had immediately identified it.

Hinamori’s scent … her scent for me. Only for me.

“Hinamori… can I?”

Hitsugaya asked tentatively as he gestured to the next wrap of strips guarding her modesty. Hinamori looked away, but she nodded shyly. She unlocked her legs around his torso and knelt on her knees while Hitsugaya started to peel the ribbons away from her body. He gulped as he was doing so, because this area was really sacred to any woman.

“Hinamori, if you want me to stop, you-”

“No, don’t stop. Don’t.”

Hinamori’s tone was enough to appease Hitsugaya’s remaining doubts. When he came face-to-face with her nakedness, he realised she was really his now. She was still refusing to look at him, and Hitsugaya caressed her chin.

“Look at me, Hinamori.”

“Shiro-chan, I feel… embarrassed.”

“Do you trust me?”

Hinamori looked at Hitsugaya and smiled almost contentedly.

“Yes Shiro-chan, I do.”

Hitsugaya carefully laid Hinamori back onto the bed, and continued to pleasure her with his kisses. Hinamori felt so exposed and uncomfortable at first, but the heat came back and the ache was now really throbbing. Wetness engulfed the area soon, making her almost forget her shyness, and she stopped short from begging Hitsugaya to complete her.

It’s so like him to be meticulous in making me happy.

Hitsugaya, on the other hand, was battling with his carnal desire. Right from the beginning, it had taken all of his willpower to prevent himself from forcing into her. So, he valiantly distracted himself by being occupied with pleasuring her, making her ready, delighting himself with her lovely breasts. But all those did nothing to appease himself. He was raging to occupy her, because he really wanted her so much. Her soft moans, short gasps, breathless whispers and raspy calls of his name really almost drove him off the edge several times. Her innocent looks of flushed pleasure really did him in.

He had never wanted something so bad. His track pants were really starting to become a nuisance.

“Shiro-chan, I’m ready.”

“Hinamori, are you sure…?”

“I need you. I’m going to explode if you don’t give it to me. It’s starting to hurt so bad, Shiro-chan.”

Hitsugaya needed no more reassurances. He carefully shed his track pants. All this while, Hinamori never took her eyes off him. She took in the view of his shaft, all red and erect from the foreplay.

“I wonder how you had that inside your pants all this while.”

“Tells you the trouble I go for you.”

Hinamori giggled and looked away, knowing that small talk was now unnecessary. She knew what was coming next, and truthfully, she was a little afraid. It was her maiden big step, but she was certain she wanted it with Hitsugaya. And she knew that the white-haired Taicho had never indulged in this activity with any ladies before.

“I’ll be gentle, and stop me anytime. I’ll respect you, no matter what. I promise you, Hinamori.”

“You can call me ‘Momo’… since we’ve taken the friendship this far now.”

“Maybe… after our fornication.”

Hinamori flared into a crimson shade of a darker red since Hitsugaya had blatantly defined what they were going to do.

“Shiro-chan, it sounds so immoral!”

“Do you like dirty talk, Hinamori?”

“Shiro-chan!!”

Hitsugaya revealed another smile, a gentle yet mischievous one. Hinamori positively felt herself swooning, even under the circumstances. Hitsugaya then turned serious and kissed Hinamori deeply, with all his love and affection for her poured into his kiss, if possible. After that, he looked longingly at her. Hinamori nodded in understanding, and Hitsugaya proceeded to begin the ritual.

He found her entrance and positioned himself well. Slowly, he pushed in tentatively, scanning Hinamori’s expression for any trace of severe discomfort. Hinamori squeezed her eyes shut, which Hitsugaya thought looked quite adorable. When a quarter of his length was in, Hinamori clutched his hair tighter.

“It hurts? Do you want me to-”

“No … p-please go on. I’m fine.”

Hitsugaya continued to push farther, and it was becoming tighter and tighter. Hinamori had both her hands wrapped around his neck, her breaths becoming raspier. Hitsugaya, on the other hand was fighting a losing battle. The tightness was such a catalyst to unleash the inner beast within him.

No, I can’t hurt Hinamori.

Finally, he felt he couldn’t push further in. Hinamori began to adjust to the ‘invasion’. She was starting to look like she was enjoying the transition from tension to pleasure.

“Shiro-chan, I think I’m ok… thanks for waiting.”

Hitsugaya smiled again and kissed her deeply. He withdrew from her, not completely, and waited for a few seconds before he plunged into her with full force. They broke the kiss because they had to moan loudly, Hinamori clutching his hair in desperation for more, Hitsugaya feeling all bonds breaking loose.

Hitsugaya went into a rhythm his body had instinctively established, his thrusts were temporous and powerful. He delivered each push with so much passion, whispering Hinamori’s name into her ear. He held onto her shoulders for a better grip, his knees dug into the bed for support.

Hinamori didn’t know which was better, the fact that she was fornicating with Hitsugaya, a man, for the first time, or that Hitsugaya was making her impossibly more aroused by his breathless utters of her name in desire. He was changing into another person, so spontaneous and abandoned. She really loved it. She pulled his body close to hers by wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders, and she locked her legs onto his strong torso. His thrusting speed was wonderful, it was good enough to satisfy her desire, and yet not so fast to make her culminate into an orgasm too soon.

“Oh Shiro-chan… this can’t get any better…”

His length was thick and long, it felt so perfect within her. Or maybe because it was Hitsugaya, she wouldn’t know. She had no intention to be with another man, and seeing Hitsugaya’s face all flushed with pleasure and love, she knew she was one lucky girl. His thrusting filled not only her body’s desire, but her heart felt full too.

“Hinamori… wanna change positions?”

A breathless Hitsugaya propositioned to her as she broke free of her lust and thoughts for a while.

“A different position?”

Hitsugaya withdrew from Hinamori, helped her sit up and he proceeded to lie down on the bed instead. Immediately, Hinamori knew what he wanted to do and grinned slyly.

“So… you want to penetrate me even further, Shiro-chan?”

Hitsugaya smirked, and he looked at her mock-lecherously.

“I want to make you mine completely.”

“Shiro-chan!!”

“Well, you literally asked whether I wanted to! …but you can refuse, y’know.”

“Of course not. This position is supposed to enhance the experience for the ladies.”

Hinamori carefully positioned herself above Hitsugaya, and she slowly came down onto him. Hitsugaya felt all hazy with emotions again, as he felt the hot heat envelop him. He couldn’t decide if it was himself being pumped with blood, or it was Hinamori emitting such warmth. It felt so good, it was amazing.

Hinamori was certain the penetration was much deeper. It was hurting a bit, but in a great manner. She realised that her clitoris was touching him completely. There was definitely no more further to go. She started to buckle and move, and she almost screamed with the new sensations attacking her clitoris. Hitsugaya had to grunt loudly, the new position was eliciting pure pleasure from him.

After a while, Hitsugaya sat up and hugged Hinamori tightly. His length still sheathed within her, they continued making love to each other with such drive and passion. Two bodies slick with perspiration entwined in a dance ritual, Hitsugaya moving Hinamori along to his tempo, Hinamori responding in kind by pushing down as he thrusted upwards.

The moans and panting were becoming sharper and shorter. Hitsugaya realised that Hinamori was reaching her climax as he felt an even tighter hold around his length. He was starting to lose all control because of this, as he began to reach the point of his release. He opened his eyes in a half-crazed look and whispered fiercely to Hinamori.

“Hinamori, I’m- I’m going to-”

“Shiro-chan, ah… I don’t know what’s happening, ah… but I feel like my body is quaking uncontrollably…”

“Let it go, Hinamori…”

Hinamori looked almost delirious and she hugged Hitsugaya even more tightly. Hitsugaya could feel the seizures within her body. She was cumming. This made it so impossible for him to refrain from his own release, but he had to wait. He didn’t want to ruin her first time. She must savour her own orgasm. He continued pumping into her ... but even harder and faster.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! AH! AH! AH!…Shiro-chan!”

Hinamori screamed his namesake as she shook to his continuous thrusting. He stopped shortly because the friction was too massive. It was the trigger which broke him, as he finally found release.

“Hinamori…!”

He kissed her passionately as he felt himself emptying into her. Hinamori kissed him back, although they were gasping for air. It was a frantic passionate kiss, and occasionally they broke for air before kissing again. He was still intimately connected to her as they slowly descended from euphoria.


Hinamori woke up as the first sounds of the birds chirping were heard. She sat up and felt a soreness there. She smiled to herself, as her eyes landed on the white-haired figure sleeping beside her. He had hugged her close to him as they fell asleep. They had caressed each other for a while, shortly after the ‘workout’, mainly to cool down. Hitsugaya had looked upon her with soulful green orbs, it was an intense look he had for her now. It made her feel frisky, to want to make Hitsugaya lose control again.

Probably a look he would never show to anyone else.

She had to return to Soul Society, because by now, some days would have passed. Time went by faster over there, so she would definitely have some explaining to do. But nothing, nothing at all could make her regret spending the night with Hitsugaya.

As she was dressing, she heard rustlings from behind her. She turned around and really wanted to melt as she saw Hitsugaya’s gloriously naked form, sitting up in bed looking at her. His hair was all messy and ruffled, and she really wanted to go back into bed.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes, Shiro-chan.”

“I’ll go with you, Momo.”

Hinamori did a double take.

He really remembered.

“Yes, I said I would call you this after we consummate.”

Hinamori blushed again. Hitsugaya had to smile inside, she really looked adorable, much as she was a woman in every aspect. She grabbed a cushion and threw it at him in mock protest.

“Don’t, Shiro-chan. I will accept the punishments as it is justly met. I broke the rules.”

“I’ll go with you-”

“For my benefit, don’t. Listen to me.”

Hinamori tied her yukata and turned to face him. She kissed him and Hitsugaya walked her to the door.

“I’ll be fine, it won’t be as bad as Rukia’s situation. I won’t be executed just because I… I slept with the 10th Division’s Taicho.”

Hinamori blushed a little at her own bravery for her statement, but her eyes shone brightly as she turned to face Hitsugaya.

Hitsugaya looked positively surprised at Hinamori’s blatant confession, but he decided that he liked the sound of it, for some reason. It made him feel good.

“Well, if you insist then. I’ll be back in a few weeks. Momo, please take care.”

“You too, be careful here. I’ll… I’ll miss you, Shiro-chan.”

Hitsugaya wordlessly planted a kiss on Hinamori’s forehead in response, and she beamed. She disappeared instantly as soon as she stepped out of the door, making Hitsugaya feel an incredible sense of sadness.

Now I think I know how those crazy girls feel. This feeling of pining for someone sure is mentally torturous… and she only just left.