Man Enough For You

This is the response to a prompt that I was directed to by a fan. My first Bleach lemon, so I hope you enjoy.

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It’s been many years since the winter’s war, so many god damn years and the beautiful and surprisingly female Juushiro Ukitake was still treating him like one of Rukia’s quaint little human friends.

And it was really starting to bug him.

In fact it annoyed Ichigo endlessly that Ukitake still saw him as a teenager even though he was taller than her now, in his 20s and had grown a few more muscles, while not bulging, were still rippling when he moved.

He wanted Ukitake to see, to realize that he wasn’t ‘little’ anymore. He could be the ‘big man’ in Ukitake’s life, the one she needed. And all he needed to prove that was one night, one uninterrupted night to give her everything he’s got.

And tonight was that night. She was currently staying at his apartment after spending the day with him, Rukia helping immensely in luring her here on the promise that he would give her the juicy details at a later stage.

The little perv.

Getting Ukitake here was the easy part, trying not to pounce on the beautiful woman who was only more alluring in modern human clothes was extremely difficult for this grown and healthy male. And the fact that she was at this very moment having a shower in his shower, washing her naked body with his soap and drying herself with his towels was pure torture.

And his libido was knocked senseless when she suddenly stepped into his bedroom wrapped in nothing but a thin, slinky towel, her hair clinging to her skin like seductive lace.

The heat in his groin just became unbearable.

“This is a little bit scandalous, isn’t it?” Ukitake joked shyly when she realised that he had been waiting for her, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Not that it should be a problem, or anything. You wouldn’t have anything that would fit me, would you? I’m sure you’d rather not lend an old woman like me some of your clothes, right?”

Enough.

“I’d like to remind you of something,” Ichigo stated bluntly. He had waited long enough.

Ukitake was taken aback by his seriousness. “Huh?”

“I’m not a kid anymore, so please stop treating me like one.”

Ukitake blinked those beautiful brown eyes of her in mild confusion. “Ah, sorry,” she said sincerely. “But since I’m much older than you, it’s just second nature.”

Slowly, Ichigo stood from the bed, all too aware how painful his arousal was becoming as he continued to look at this innocently seductive woman before him. “How about I prove to you I’m no child?”

Feeling submissively shy, Ukitake clutched tighter at the knot of her towel above her bust and took a step back as Ichigo continued to approach her. “And how do you propose you do that?” she asked, subconsciously licking her lips when her back suddenly pressed against the wall.

She was trapped.

Ichigo slammed a hand on the wall near her head, their bodies inches apart. “One night,” he said in a low and husky voice, in the innuendo more than clear as he lifted his hand to brush aside a strand of her hair.

“I-Ichigo, I can’t,” Ukitake whispered as Ichigo began to scatter light kisses against her neck, his fingers coming dangerously close to the towel around her body. “You’re Rukia’s friend, I can’t-”

“She has given her blessing,” Ichigo interrupted as his fingertips trailed at a maddeningly slow pace down her side.

“But-”

“I want you,” Ichigo said, his hot breath dancing across her skin.

The lust in his voice caused Ukitake’s stomach to tighten, her breath catching in her throat. No man had ever said such heated words to her before. “How long?”

“Years now,” he answered in a strangled voice, just before his mouth took command and his arms tightened around her.

The kiss went from warm to white-hot in the space of a heartbeat. He angled his head, his mouth skilled and hungry, so that her knees weakened — she needed to anchor her hands against his shoulders. When he silently asked her to open her lips, she did his bidding, then shivered with delight as his tongue swept into her mouth, stroking, arousing.

Oh god, she had wanted this for years now, too.

“You really want me?” Ukitake asked on a shuddering breath as he pulled back from the kiss. “Just as I am?”

Ichigo’s eyes were becoming dark with lust. “Yes.”

So, she tossed the towel away, her eyes staring into his as a shiver of anticipation raced down her spine.

His gaze was dark and heated and worshipful. "Damn, I knew you'd be beautiful," he murmured, reaching to gently touch her. "I didn't think you’d be this gorgeous."

A dark blush spread across her cheeks as he gave her tiny, provocative kisses across her collarbone as he caressed her breasts with his large, callous hand. He then discarded his own shirt and pulled her into his arms, the touch of his naked skin against hers setting off shocks of pleasure down her spine. The bliss only increased when he trailed his lips from her throat back to her lips, kissing her deeply.

He seemed to know what would feel good, what would drive her higher and yet higher, so that there was only the joy of being with him like this. Nothing with him felt forced or false. It was all so tender, so natural, so thrilling that she wondered why she had ever been afraid of giving herself into his care.

His hands moved over her body, finding what gave her the most pleasure. And as he touched her and whispered words of love, any hesitation Ukitake felt faded away, the little voice in her head telling her this was wrong was completely silent now.

Within seconds, Ukitake was drowning in his delicious kisses. Ichigo's body tightens as her full breasts press against his chest. Each frantically reacted to overwhelming desire and soon they are on his bed, their bodies entwined, straining to feel flesh against flesh. And then Ukitake stopped thinking altogether, just let herself feel, enjoy the ride...

Staying on his knees, Ichigo kissed her abdomen, using his weight to push her back to lie on the bed. He paused for a moment to remove his all too restricting pants before discarding them away hastily. Strong fingers parted her thighs as he carefully positioned his throbbing manliness just short of where she ached for him the most. He held her still as he thrust into her for the first time as if he knew she would buck against him as the sensation shot through her. Gentle at first, his strokes became bolder until finally he moved into her fully, moving himself randomly as he groaned against her.

She was shocked by her reaction. Throwing her head back, she bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the sounds coming from her. Barely able to breathe, she gasped and jerked as pounded into her womanly body over and over again.

It was official. Ichigo was no longer considered to be a human child; he was all man.

And, wow, did he know how to treat her like a woman. His throbbing masculinity filled her to the brink, his hands touched her where no one had touched in a very long, his kisses deep and passionate, just like the relentless thrusting of his hips.

She clung to his shoulders in desperation, his movements précised and unfaltering, the angle of his thrusts giving her the most unbelievable pleasure. He pounded his pulsating manhood repeatedly into her womanly body, his movements uncompromising, plunging deeper and deeper into her warmth. He placed one hand on her hip, lifting her ever so slightly off the bed, pulling her forward as he forced himself forward. This sudden movement caused Ukitake to buck against him, arching her chest achingly upwards, almost begging him to take her beasts into his mouth once again.

And that was exactly what he did. Keeping his one hand on her hip, Ichigo's other hand slipped to rest in the middle of her back, holding her still as his mouth ravishes her chest, licking and biting the tender flesh between his teeth. He sucked hard on one perky breast, his serrated teeth agonisingly grating over the erect nipple in a blissful way, causing Ukitake’s breath to hitch in her throat.

Ichigo continued to roll his hips against hers, relishing in the erotic noises that Ukitake was making, breathless and writhing underneath him as he propelled her further and further into her orgasmic state. He loved the noises she was making, spurning him to assault her senses even more. He wanted to hear more delicious noises from her, wanting to hear her moan his name loudly in sheer ecstasy.

He wanted her to scream for him. He wanted her to realize that he was not the little boy she saw as one of Rukia’s little friends, but a man who could make her whimper in submission.

Momentarily removing his mouth from her bust, he leaned up on his arms and steadied himself before he abruptly drove forward, gritting his teeth when he felt Ukitake’s warmth contract around him. He plunged his aching need sharply into her welcoming body, causing her to arch almost violently against him and to drop her head over the side of the bed.

“Oh Ichigo!” Ukitake moaned loudly as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her fingers curled tighter on Ichigo’s shoulders as her head remained over the side of the bed, her long hair touching the floor, her brow furrowed into an expression of pure ecstasy. Her mouth remained open, her lips quivering as whimpers and moans reached the surface.

She was panting and mewling in the most sensual and inviting way, her body pulsating from the realization that she had reached her peak and was staying there. She had no idea that such bliss could exist.

“Juushiro,” Ichigo said as he kissed along her collar bone, nipping at the flesh and leaving telltale bite marks for anyone to see. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, you know that.”

“Ngh, Ichigo,” Ukitake whimpered. “So good. Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Ichigo said as his movements became a little more frantic, wanting more friction between their two willing and heated bodies.

His movements ignited a burning sensation deep in her lower regions that she never felt before in her life; it made her body tremble uncontrollably, cries of ecstasy to escape her lips at a much faster rate, the pitch growing in volume with each thrust.

“Oh! ...Oh my god,” she whimpered, her eyes squeezed tightly shut from the pleasure.

Ichigo then suddenly gathered her up into his arms when he realized that he was quickly reaching his own peak. He wrapped an arm around her back as the other continued to rest on her hip, guiding her as he bounced her up and down in his lap, impaling her over and over again, slamming her back down with such force that she would throw her head back on a cry of pleasure, her aroused breasts pressed against his hard chest, their erect nipples brushing against each other, causing more shivers of delight to wrack their bodies.

“Ah, Ichigo!” Ukitake cried as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing their bodies tighter together as their movements turned into a frenzy of passion.

Ichigo grunted as he held Ukitake closer, his hands curling tighter around her hips as he wildly drove upwards into her body. “Fuck, Juushiro, so close.”

“I need you to come, Ichigo,” Ukitake whined with a sense of urgency as she subconsciously tightened her inner muscles around the hard shaft that rigorously penetrated her. “Please!”

“Ngh,” Ichigo groaned as he swiftly threw her onto the bed, on her back and then with all the energy he had left, he pitched himself forward and plunged deeply into Ukitake’s inner warmth, emptying his seed in one powerful climax. The warmth, or in Ichigo’s case, the loss of the burning heat in his groin, spread through their bodies, prompting them both to howl the other’s name in endearment.

“Juushiro!” he growled.

“Ichigo!” Ukitake screamed as she squeezed her eyes shut, her body acting on its own accord. Flashes of white and red appeared before her eyelids as every fibre in her being quivered from the explosion of ecstasy.

Together, their bodies convulsed in an orgasmic spasm from the release before Ichigo promptly fell forward, collapsing on top of Ukitake, who sunk down into the mattress, her chest heaving up and down in effort to get a reasonable supply of air into her lungs.

“That’s...was amazing,” Ukitake breathed as Ichigo began to kiss her neck again, their bodies still joined together in the most intimate of ways.

“Are you convinced yet?” Ichigo asked against her throat. “Or do you need to be persuaded a bit more?”

A gasp abrupt left her lips when Ichigo sharply moved his hips against her, his arousal evident once again. “You did say one night, and last time I checked, it was still night, Ichigo-kun.”

A half chuckle was heard from Ichigo before he started to move inside her once again, quickly falling back into the relentless rhythm of his thrusts mixing effortlessly with her cries of ecstasy.