Dark Side of the Moon

WARNING!! This isn’t nonconsensual, but Ichigo does put up a good fight in the beginning.
Fuck You: Part 6/6
Shirosaki grunted and collected Ichigo in his arms again, moving away from the wall and up the rest of the stairs. Ichigo was kissing back passionately now, locking his legs around Shirosaki’s waist and griping the back of his head. Shirosaki somehow managed to maneuver them to his room and kicked the door open. He immediately threw Ichigo onto the bed and covered his body. Fuck he wanted Ichigo so bad, he didn’t know what he would do if Ichigo-
“Shirosaki? This is going a bit far…” Ichigo said hesitatingly, managing to push the pleasure aside for reason.
Well fuck.
“S’okay Ichigo. Just let me touch ya.” He gripped Ichigo’s legs tightly and tried to pry them apart, but Ichigo clamped them together.
“I’m serious!”
“I am too.”
Ichigo stared up at him and Shirosaki smirked at how adorable he looked. He leaned down and kissed Ichigo gently, then deeper as Ichigo opened his mouth slightly. He grabbed at Ichigo’s shirt frantically and pushed it up, then yanked it over Ichigo’s head quickly. Ichigo looked as though he was going to protest again, so Shirosaki brushed against his cock to distract him. Ichigo arched his back and dragged Shirosaki down for another kiss.
Shirosaki yanked Ichigo’s pants and boxers off, then stared down at what was revealed to him. Ichigo blushed and moved his hands to cover his erection, but Shirosaki shoved his hands away and wrapped his hand around his erection. Ichigo shuttered at the touch and clenched his hands on the sheet. Shirosaki moved his hand up and down a few times and then pulled his hand away to take off his own clothes. Ichigo regained some of his senses and crawled backwards away from Shirosaki.
“This has gone too far…”
“Not yet, it hasn’t.” Shirosaki retorted and followed Ichigo’s progress.
Ichigo flattened his back against the head board and squeezed his legs together tightly. Shirosaki grabbed a hold of his knees and yanked him, making Ichigo yelp and fall onto his back. Shirosaki wasted no time in gripping Ichigo’s thighs and prying them apart. Ichigo tried to clench them together, but Shirosaki was too strong for him. As soon as Shirosaki managed to get them apart and was instantly between them and grappling with Ichigo to keep him pressed against the mattress. Ichigo tried to buck him off, but it only brought their erections together, creating delightful friction between them.
Ichigo gasped and panted at the sensation. Shirosaki smirked and held Ichigo down with one hand and grabbed the lotion with the other. Ichigo’s flushed face and furrowed eyebrows were so fucking sexy.
“So Ichi, think I should prepare ya or not?”
Ichigo blinked, “You’re not going to do anything!”
“Eh, stop being a baby.” Ichigo snarled at him, “But I feel like being nice, so I’ll prepare ya first.”
“Fuck you, bastard!”
Shirosaki gave a feral smile and circled Ichigo’s entrance with one of his fingers. Ichigo tried to squirm away from the touch, but Shirosaki kept him still and pushed the finger in. Ichigo cried out at the pain and tears threatened to fill his eyes. Another finger was added quickly after and Ichigo flinched at the pain. He hated Shirosaki. The stupid asshole molester.
Shirosaki knew that he should slow down a little while he prepped his little strawberry, but his impatience and aching erection were making him rush it. Shirosaki hastily added the third finger and rotated them around to try and find the spot that would make Ichigo stop crying. That kind of threw Shirosaki off a little, the tears welling in Ichigo’s beautiful chocolate eyes made guilt twist in his stomach. He pushed his fingers deeper into Ichigo and pressed down on his prostate.
Ichigo’s hips jerked at the pleasure. Fuck, that felt really good. Suddenly he didn’t care about anything other than getting Shirosaki to do that again. A very smug Shirosaki did just that and then pulled them away, delighted by the needy whimper it produced from Ichigo. He slathered his erection with lotion and pressed against Ichigo’s entrance. Ichigo stared up at him in fear and anticipation.
Leaning down for a deep kiss, Shirosaki pressed inside of Ichigo. With a solid thrust he was inside of Ichigo. Ichigo sobbed loudly and dug his fingers into Shirosaki’s back. Shirosaki stilled inside of him, cursing beautiful strawberries and their delicious tightness. He didn’t move. He knew that Ichigo was in pain and he would probably never let Shirosaki fuck him again if he broke the other teen.
He waited until the sobs died down and brought his face to Ichigo’s, licking at the salty tears burning his face. Ichigo blinked up at Shirosaki, as his breathing evened out. Shirosaki stared back down at him with a tense expression and gently rubbed their noses together in an Eskimo kiss. He slowly pulled out, then thrust back in all the way, making Ichigo keen and sink his teeth into Shirosaki’s shoulder.
Fuck that was sexy, Shirosaki drove his erection in and out of Ichigo almost frantically, working Ichigo’s weeping hard on at the same time. Ichigo unclamped his teeth and cried out in ecstasy, wondering if he was a freak for enjoying the painful, yet violently pleasurable sensation. He moved his hips into Shirosaki’s thrusts and wrapped his legs behind Shirosaki’s back, pulling Shirosaki into him as far as he could go and screaming as his climax took him.
Shirosaki soon followed with a low grunt and a hard thrust that had Ichigo involuntarily jerking. Shirosaki slumped over Ichigo, who mumbled his discontent, but had no strength to argue. Shirosaki pulled out of Ichigo who cursed at him, then flopped down beside his Ichi.
“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Shirosaki said soothingly and stroked his hair.
Ichigo mumbled something underneath his breath that made Shirosaki laugh. He spooned against Ichigo and rested his chin on Ichigo’s head. “Yur so pretty.”
“’m not pretty.”
“Yes ya are. Yur my pretty.”
“Whatever.” Ichigo said, trying to appear nonchalant. But the faint blush on his cheeks and his body snuggling closer betrayed him.
“Yur mine.”
There was a quiet moment where Ichigo didn’t respond. “I’m yours.”
“Damn right.”
“Fuck you.”
“Love ya too, Ichi.”
A long pause.
“What?”
“Ya heard me.”
“You love me?”
It was Shirosaki’s turn not to answer immediately.
“Something like that.”
“Oh.”
“Hn.” Shirosaki rubbed his nose into the hair behind Ichigo’s ear and pulled him closer.
“Shiro?”
“Yeah?”
“I kind of like you too.” It was said so quietly that Shirosaki almost missed it.
“That’s good.”
They were both quiet after that, falling into their own dreams. In the morning Ichigo would probably try and kill Shirosaki and they both probably should have taken a bath, but in that moment it was irrelevant.
LINE
Sorry bout the ending, I’m horrible with that. Please give me critique! I strive to become a better writer, but I can only do that if I know what I need to change. Please review!