Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Blame It On Tequila ❯ Blame It On Tequila ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: MirrorsO1984 
Rangiku and Yumichika do something really stupid that has consequences! Lemon and alcohol.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.22.2011 | Updated On: 02.22.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 495 | Status: Completed
Rangiku and Yumichika do something really stupid that has consequences! Lemon and alcohol.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.22.2011 | Updated On: 02.22.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 495 | Status: Completed
That damn Rangiku! Yumichika fumed as he held out a puke covered once silky dark lock daintily between his fingers. He eyed the offensive smelling thing that once had been his perfect hair. Cringing, at the memory of how it happened, he stomped over to his barracks, a girlish pout on his lovely face.
Shower, Aspirin, and avoiding Rangiku for the rest of my life!
Arriving at his immaculate and pretty chambers, he slammed the sliding the door behind him, almost on the verge of crying at the traumatizing event that had taken place the night before. He regretted ever letting the stupid ginger-haired fuku-taichou talk him into joining her for a drink. He didn't even like her that much. In fact, everything about her annoyed him.
Oh, Kami-sama! I hope no one finds out!
Staring up at the ceiling, holding his hands clasped together in prayer, he mentally kicked himself seeing images of his drunken night with the busty shinigami.
***
“C'mon, Yumy! Drink `nother one!” Rangiku slurred in encouragement as she dragged her feet beside him, her arm slung heavily over his shoulder.
“No… Ya' do it…,” a girly giggle escaped him as he passed the tequila bottle to the fuku-taichou that made a sloppy grab for it. Missing completely the bottle fell and shattered on the floor and they both stared at it dumbly for a couple of seconds before bursting into a chorus of long loud snorts.
“Oooops…,” Rangiku drew out slowly, then let out a giggle.
“And its was so good too!” he wailed dramatically, wanting to lick the golden liquid off the ground but being unable to due to Rangiku's arm laying over him. The woman weighed a ton. It made him remember the time he had called her fat and a giggle burst out of him while she glanced at him lazily, her ice blue-grey hazy and puzzled. She obviously didn't know what he was snickering so much about, but she joined in anyway which made him laugh even harder.
“Ur' funny,” she finally said after their laughter died down and they had resumed their sloppy walking. He didn't know where they were going, nor did he care.
“And yer' fat,” he let out before stopping himself on time.
She stiffened and glared at him, stopping their snail-like gait.
“Well yur' a faggoty narcasssssistic sissy boy!”
“I cant tell the dif-rence between yer' boobs and stomache!” his face was getting flushed in anger, but it was invigorating to finally start arguing with him again. He didn't like the idea of befriending her all that much.
“Ya' look dumb with those eye-thingies, `ike a shinigami drag queen!”
“'Ell ya' look…,” he didn't know how to counter back and she knew it as she threw her head back and laughed obnoxiously.
When she collected herself enough, she said with tears in her eyes, “Ya' get huffy easily. Its kinda cute.”
“Of course it is. And I'm beeaaauuutiful, not cute!” he scowled at her for not noticing it eons ago. He was fully aware of his attractiveness.
“Mmmm…,” she hummed, eyeing him strangely. “Have ya' ever been with a woman?”
“Wh-what?!”
“Ya'? Woman? Sex?” she ground out like he was an imbecile.
***
“Oh, where's a gun when you need one?!” at present he wailed into his hands, the smell of vomit, sex, alcohol and Rangiku, permeating his clothes.
He just hoped that there were no repercussions out of his little `encounter of the odd kind'.
***
“That's it! I'm so not drinking liquor from the world of the living again!” Rangiku, hung over and naked, ran around her room like a maniac, emptying cabinets of glass bottles to dump them messily into a metal trashcan in the middle of her chamber.
Stopping for a minute, she shuddered so hard she convulsed.
“EWWWW, Yumichika! Blarg!” gagging, her tongue coming out of her mouth, she couldn't wash away the images running through her head.
***
“Ohhhhh, their' perkier than I thought!” Yumichika exclaimed squeezing the two nude large globes gently in both of his hands.
“Duh!” she snorted, wanting him to do something other than touch and look at them. Raising up her arm, she gripped the hair on the back of his head and yanked him down to the deep valley between her voluptuous chest. He said some muffled exclamations, but after she softened her grip to let him lift his head, he finally removed one of his hands from her breasts.
He looked serious and intense now. But he wasn't looking at her face, but at the hardened little tip on her exposed breast.
“Do it if ya' wanna,” she really wanted him to put it in his mouth. She hated being teased.
Not needing further encouragement, he lowered his head and gingerly licked at her nipple. She moaned and thrust her hips up at his arousal that had risen during their `playtime'. It had been so long for her and she had never felt so horny.
When he finally covered the nipple and sucked in tightly, tugging and slightly scraping with his teeth, she cried out, gripping his hair.
`Damn it, he's too slow!'
Taking the lead, she tried to push him on his back on her bed, but only succeeded in shoving him off. In a attempt to keep from falling down, he yelped and wrapped an arm around her waist, dragging her down with him. She fell heavily on top of him and he `OOFED!' as the wind was knocked out of him.
She didn't care. She just needed to fuck.
Straddling his hips, she sniggered at his dumbfounded expression.
“Ya' haven't done this before,” she muttered, her voice slurred by the alchohol.
“I've-I've done it!” he argued unconvincingly.
“Whatever,” she didn't believe him.
Wanting to give him a night to remember, she rose off him and couldn't help but smile when a whining sound came from him.
“Don't worry. Ya' gonna love this…”
Lowering down to her knees between his sprawled legs, her hands moved deftly over the ties of his hakamas. She was already anxious to see what he had under there. From what she had felt so far, he was a rather impressive size. More than she would have thought and given someone like him credit for.
Finally finishing with the ties, she pulled the hakamas open to reveal what she had been fantasizing over.
“Oh, Yumy! Ya' naughty boy! No undies?!” she burst out, wrapping her hands around the straining organ. He was thicker than she had anticipated. Her fingers could barely close around him and his skin was so soft and hot.
“The-They're uncomfortable…,” he panted out.
“I bet…,” she whispered, before scooting further down on the floor on her knees. Still gripping the hard sex in her hand, she blew at the tip that wept a glossy tear of anticipation. His body shuddered under hers. Smiling to herself at her effect on him, she dragged her tongue over the salty pre-cum, savoring it.
He gasped, which was encouraging to her.
`Let's see how he likes this.'
Her mouth surrounded him and sucked lightly, just to give him a taste of what was to come.
***
“I'm such a slut!” she cursed, still shocked over what had happened. She had… had… nasty sex with Yumichika of all people!
***
Yumichika scrubbed his body furiously as traumatizing images rushed through his brain.
***
After lapping at her center endlessly, enjoying how sweet she had tasted, he had placed her bare long legs over his shoulders and slammed his length into her completely. Warmth and tight wetness suckled his sex as the woman screamed, grabbing his hips to hold their pelvises tight against each other.
“Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Yumichika!”
Smirking, he reared his hips back and punched in forcibly into her, making the woman underneath him arch her back in ecstasy. Loving how his cock felt in such a tight convulsing hold, he nearly went blind in the sensation. He pulled back again to shove it back in. Hearing her wanton moans and how she moved her hands from his hips to fondle and pinch her breasts, he began to thrust into her in a frenzied tempo that made everything in his vision appear to shake wildly. Her hips kept punching towards his, keeping up with the frantic pace.
Before he knew it, he felt a familiar tightening in his balls. It was so intense that it was painful, but he didn't want to release until she had done so first.
When she screamed, her inner muscles clenching erotically around him and practically milking his already over-sexed organ, he gasped as he shot a heavy load into her. Even as he fell limply over her, he kept shooting sperm like an endless fount as she rubbed his back as if comforting him during his multiple orgasms.
***
No matter how much they refused to admit that night, nine months later Matsimoto gave birth to a beautiful baby girl that had blue-black hair and lavender eyes. Despite the coloring, she had inherited her mother's beauty and loud personality.
When people asked Yumichika and Rangiku would look at each other with furious blushes thinking the same thing:
“Blame it on the Tequila.”
***
A/N: Sucky lemon I know, but people really need to start 'cracking'. *scowls*
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Shower, Aspirin, and avoiding Rangiku for the rest of my life!
Arriving at his immaculate and pretty chambers, he slammed the sliding the door behind him, almost on the verge of crying at the traumatizing event that had taken place the night before. He regretted ever letting the stupid ginger-haired fuku-taichou talk him into joining her for a drink. He didn't even like her that much. In fact, everything about her annoyed him.
Oh, Kami-sama! I hope no one finds out!
Staring up at the ceiling, holding his hands clasped together in prayer, he mentally kicked himself seeing images of his drunken night with the busty shinigami.
***
“C'mon, Yumy! Drink `nother one!” Rangiku slurred in encouragement as she dragged her feet beside him, her arm slung heavily over his shoulder.
“No… Ya' do it…,” a girly giggle escaped him as he passed the tequila bottle to the fuku-taichou that made a sloppy grab for it. Missing completely the bottle fell and shattered on the floor and they both stared at it dumbly for a couple of seconds before bursting into a chorus of long loud snorts.
“Oooops…,” Rangiku drew out slowly, then let out a giggle.
“And its was so good too!” he wailed dramatically, wanting to lick the golden liquid off the ground but being unable to due to Rangiku's arm laying over him. The woman weighed a ton. It made him remember the time he had called her fat and a giggle burst out of him while she glanced at him lazily, her ice blue-grey hazy and puzzled. She obviously didn't know what he was snickering so much about, but she joined in anyway which made him laugh even harder.
“Ur' funny,” she finally said after their laughter died down and they had resumed their sloppy walking. He didn't know where they were going, nor did he care.
“And yer' fat,” he let out before stopping himself on time.
She stiffened and glared at him, stopping their snail-like gait.
“Well yur' a faggoty narcasssssistic sissy boy!”
“I cant tell the dif-rence between yer' boobs and stomache!” his face was getting flushed in anger, but it was invigorating to finally start arguing with him again. He didn't like the idea of befriending her all that much.
“Ya' look dumb with those eye-thingies, `ike a shinigami drag queen!”
“'Ell ya' look…,” he didn't know how to counter back and she knew it as she threw her head back and laughed obnoxiously.
When she collected herself enough, she said with tears in her eyes, “Ya' get huffy easily. Its kinda cute.”
“Of course it is. And I'm beeaaauuutiful, not cute!” he scowled at her for not noticing it eons ago. He was fully aware of his attractiveness.
“Mmmm…,” she hummed, eyeing him strangely. “Have ya' ever been with a woman?”
“Wh-what?!”
“Ya'? Woman? Sex?” she ground out like he was an imbecile.
***
“Oh, where's a gun when you need one?!” at present he wailed into his hands, the smell of vomit, sex, alcohol and Rangiku, permeating his clothes.
He just hoped that there were no repercussions out of his little `encounter of the odd kind'.
***
“That's it! I'm so not drinking liquor from the world of the living again!” Rangiku, hung over and naked, ran around her room like a maniac, emptying cabinets of glass bottles to dump them messily into a metal trashcan in the middle of her chamber.
Stopping for a minute, she shuddered so hard she convulsed.
“EWWWW, Yumichika! Blarg!” gagging, her tongue coming out of her mouth, she couldn't wash away the images running through her head.
***
“Ohhhhh, their' perkier than I thought!” Yumichika exclaimed squeezing the two nude large globes gently in both of his hands.
“Duh!” she snorted, wanting him to do something other than touch and look at them. Raising up her arm, she gripped the hair on the back of his head and yanked him down to the deep valley between her voluptuous chest. He said some muffled exclamations, but after she softened her grip to let him lift his head, he finally removed one of his hands from her breasts.
He looked serious and intense now. But he wasn't looking at her face, but at the hardened little tip on her exposed breast.
“Do it if ya' wanna,” she really wanted him to put it in his mouth. She hated being teased.
Not needing further encouragement, he lowered his head and gingerly licked at her nipple. She moaned and thrust her hips up at his arousal that had risen during their `playtime'. It had been so long for her and she had never felt so horny.
When he finally covered the nipple and sucked in tightly, tugging and slightly scraping with his teeth, she cried out, gripping his hair.
`Damn it, he's too slow!'
Taking the lead, she tried to push him on his back on her bed, but only succeeded in shoving him off. In a attempt to keep from falling down, he yelped and wrapped an arm around her waist, dragging her down with him. She fell heavily on top of him and he `OOFED!' as the wind was knocked out of him.
She didn't care. She just needed to fuck.
Straddling his hips, she sniggered at his dumbfounded expression.
“Ya' haven't done this before,” she muttered, her voice slurred by the alchohol.
“I've-I've done it!” he argued unconvincingly.
“Whatever,” she didn't believe him.
Wanting to give him a night to remember, she rose off him and couldn't help but smile when a whining sound came from him.
“Don't worry. Ya' gonna love this…”
Lowering down to her knees between his sprawled legs, her hands moved deftly over the ties of his hakamas. She was already anxious to see what he had under there. From what she had felt so far, he was a rather impressive size. More than she would have thought and given someone like him credit for.
Finally finishing with the ties, she pulled the hakamas open to reveal what she had been fantasizing over.
“Oh, Yumy! Ya' naughty boy! No undies?!” she burst out, wrapping her hands around the straining organ. He was thicker than she had anticipated. Her fingers could barely close around him and his skin was so soft and hot.
“The-They're uncomfortable…,” he panted out.
“I bet…,” she whispered, before scooting further down on the floor on her knees. Still gripping the hard sex in her hand, she blew at the tip that wept a glossy tear of anticipation. His body shuddered under hers. Smiling to herself at her effect on him, she dragged her tongue over the salty pre-cum, savoring it.
He gasped, which was encouraging to her.
`Let's see how he likes this.'
Her mouth surrounded him and sucked lightly, just to give him a taste of what was to come.
***
“I'm such a slut!” she cursed, still shocked over what had happened. She had… had… nasty sex with Yumichika of all people!
***
Yumichika scrubbed his body furiously as traumatizing images rushed through his brain.
***
After lapping at her center endlessly, enjoying how sweet she had tasted, he had placed her bare long legs over his shoulders and slammed his length into her completely. Warmth and tight wetness suckled his sex as the woman screamed, grabbing his hips to hold their pelvises tight against each other.
“Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Yumichika!”
Smirking, he reared his hips back and punched in forcibly into her, making the woman underneath him arch her back in ecstasy. Loving how his cock felt in such a tight convulsing hold, he nearly went blind in the sensation. He pulled back again to shove it back in. Hearing her wanton moans and how she moved her hands from his hips to fondle and pinch her breasts, he began to thrust into her in a frenzied tempo that made everything in his vision appear to shake wildly. Her hips kept punching towards his, keeping up with the frantic pace.
Before he knew it, he felt a familiar tightening in his balls. It was so intense that it was painful, but he didn't want to release until she had done so first.
When she screamed, her inner muscles clenching erotically around him and practically milking his already over-sexed organ, he gasped as he shot a heavy load into her. Even as he fell limply over her, he kept shooting sperm like an endless fount as she rubbed his back as if comforting him during his multiple orgasms.
***
No matter how much they refused to admit that night, nine months later Matsimoto gave birth to a beautiful baby girl that had blue-black hair and lavender eyes. Despite the coloring, she had inherited her mother's beauty and loud personality.
When people asked Yumichika and Rangiku would look at each other with furious blushes thinking the same thing:
“Blame it on the Tequila.”
***
A/N: Sucky lemon I know, but people really need to start 'cracking'. *scowls*
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