11 Stories of IchiIshi
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
2,664
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Cigarettes
Title: Cigarettes
Author: MusikVibe
Rating: Something not for the kiddos
Theme: 6. Cigarettes
Summary: Why smoke? Two words: Stress relief
Warnings: Dirty talk and mostly language because this is Ichigo we’re talking about.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything with any value except for my cellphone, computer, and a pair of jeans. I don’t own Bleach either.
Cigarettes
“Argh, I HATE walking through the doors here and all of a sudden I’m attacked by cigarette smoke. Don’t they know it’ll kill me at this rate?” Ishida and Ichigo walk down the hall at school to the stairwell to their classroom. “Students aren’t even allowed to smoke on campus.”
“Oh quit your bitchin’!”
“Oh and you to speak! You father is a doctor yet he smokes like 18 packs of cigarettes a day. Why in the world would somebody smoke that much? How do you get to that point of smoking that much?”
Seeing as his boyfriend isn’t going to stop, Ichigo decides to humor him for the moment. “How did you get into sewing?”
Pushing up his glasses, Ishida lowers his voice to a level only Ichigo can hear. “Stress relief.”
“Well, maybe that’s why some people smoke, eh?” Raising an eyebrow at his lover, Ichigo looks sidewards to him.
“Well that’s a stupid reason to smoke.”
“You want to know what I do for stress relief?” Ichigo grabs Ishida’s tie and gently pushes him against the wall, knee between the archer’s.
“And what’s that?” Ishida narrows his eyes at the orange-haired Shinigami, not completely upset with their position, but mostly angry at being cornered. Looking around, Ishida realizes that there’s no one to hear his screams seeing as they’re all in class.
And then Ichigo pulls the tie which in turn brings Ishida to him and his soft lips. Ravenously being consumed, Ishida feels his legs going weak. Clinging to his boyfriend, he kisses back just as fervently. They rub themselves together; using friction as their guide to pleasure, they gasp into each other’s mouth as they both come.
“That’s MY stress relief, bitch.”
“Well I hope you’re stressed more often, strawberry.”
Author: MusikVibe
Rating: Something not for the kiddos
Theme: 6. Cigarettes
Summary: Why smoke? Two words: Stress relief
Warnings: Dirty talk and mostly language because this is Ichigo we’re talking about.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything with any value except for my cellphone, computer, and a pair of jeans. I don’t own Bleach either.
Cigarettes
“Argh, I HATE walking through the doors here and all of a sudden I’m attacked by cigarette smoke. Don’t they know it’ll kill me at this rate?” Ishida and Ichigo walk down the hall at school to the stairwell to their classroom. “Students aren’t even allowed to smoke on campus.”
“Oh quit your bitchin’!”
“Oh and you to speak! You father is a doctor yet he smokes like 18 packs of cigarettes a day. Why in the world would somebody smoke that much? How do you get to that point of smoking that much?”
Seeing as his boyfriend isn’t going to stop, Ichigo decides to humor him for the moment. “How did you get into sewing?”
Pushing up his glasses, Ishida lowers his voice to a level only Ichigo can hear. “Stress relief.”
“Well, maybe that’s why some people smoke, eh?” Raising an eyebrow at his lover, Ichigo looks sidewards to him.
“Well that’s a stupid reason to smoke.”
“You want to know what I do for stress relief?” Ichigo grabs Ishida’s tie and gently pushes him against the wall, knee between the archer’s.
“And what’s that?” Ishida narrows his eyes at the orange-haired Shinigami, not completely upset with their position, but mostly angry at being cornered. Looking around, Ishida realizes that there’s no one to hear his screams seeing as they’re all in class.
And then Ichigo pulls the tie which in turn brings Ishida to him and his soft lips. Ravenously being consumed, Ishida feels his legs going weak. Clinging to his boyfriend, he kisses back just as fervently. They rub themselves together; using friction as their guide to pleasure, they gasp into each other’s mouth as they both come.
“That’s MY stress relief, bitch.”
“Well I hope you’re stressed more often, strawberry.”