Like We Used To (Bazz B - Bleach Fanfiction)

Chapter 8 : First Time

The next day came by quickly with Rin avoiding his gaze for most of the day, not wanting to talk to him or even look at him in the eye; he didn't know what he had done wrong for him to not even get a single word from her. He kept his eyes closed as he sat leaning against the wall behind of him. He had returned home early that day because the Jugo had insisted that he get himself cleaned up before going out together with them for his birthday.

He wanted to say no to them, to tell them that he had something else to do but instead, he found himself just casually nodding his head at them, not even talking back or anything as he left the place, not bothering to look back anymore. He had had enough of trying to figure something out that he hadn't even done in the first place.

But he found himself staring at his phone, thumbing in a text message to her, asking her to come over. She probably might not even give him a single shit but he had to try. He had to know why she was mad at him or why she was afraid of him. They had been dating for quite some time now and it was foreign to him that she was actually afraid of him.

Now, she sat on the couch next to him. He had left the television off "What do you want, Bazzard?" She had never used his first name before, not since they had started dating.

"That's a bad question to ask me" He replied "About 5'3, pissed at me for some reason. Doesn't like it when I look at her ass"

Rin rolled her eyes, digging her fingers against her temple. If he was so ready to objectify her like this, then she couldn't stand to put up with him and pretend that they could have anything that could resemble a relationship "I'm leaving" She said

"No, I asked you to come over for a reason"

"What?" Rin turned, looking at him

"To finish what I started. Don't act like you don't give a damn about me at all, now. You're always being so nice to me; the women I've met don't do that. They don't care about me and shit. I don't meet the kind that actually wanna –" He stopped, deciding that he had given too much away.

He was right. From what she had heard, women didn't seem too impressed by him. He wasn't a disgusting slob, he cleaned up well and kept a semi tidy home, but it was his personality that others found grating and insufferable. She could stand it, but only because there was good buried deep within him under piles, mountains of negativity and probably, self- hate.

"Kiss you?" She questioned, almost disbelieving. He stared at her. She had a choice. He knew his worth, and even that was exaggerated by his arrogance. But when it came to something personal, he was at a loss for what to do. At least, from what she could tell. She stood, and grabbed his wrists, biting down onto her bottom lip as she leaned up to kiss him..

Ecstasy. The only word to describe it. Rin couldn't regret this is she wanted to, not at all. In fact, giving herself to Bazz B may have been the best decision of her life.

His bed rocked ceaselessly, Bazz B's grunts and groans sounding as she gripped the pillow with every thrust, the two starting in missionary. He wasn't gentle, and probably wouldn't be even if she asked. Being gentle took time, it took patience and the want to enjoy every painfully slow thrust. That wasn't his style. Even now, the last time he remembered he's even had sex was months ago. But that girl was long gone, and he wasn't nearly as drunk as he was that day. No, this was a pleasure that needed to be felt when one was absolutely sober, 100% wide awake. A few strands of hair stuck to their foreheads as their bodies warmed. Bazz B had left the bedroom door wide open.

He leaned down and caught her neck in his hand, gently running his thumb over her throat, as if testing the smooth skin. She squealed and writhed beneath him, shirt hiked up so as to expose her chest. The two were partially clothed, as Bazz B didn't have the patience to fully undress. He'd only yanked down the front of his sweatpants, and thrown his shirt, as well as her thong, to a pile on the floor. Rin managed to open a single eye to a slit, and noticed he had a silver chain with a ring on the end of it around of his neck.

He'd done it. He had wanted a relationship together with her and this ought to satisfy him. He finally got something he wanted, after going through pointless, roundabout shit to stall him. She felt good, good enough to make the man bite his lip and though they continued missionary for the moment, he'd grab her ankles and manipulated her, moved her around, try her in different angles – one felt particularly good and caused him to tighten his grip on her, and inhale sharply through his teeth. The best thing about this? He wasn't even close to done with her.

He made her call his name, something he'd wanted her to do for a while now. She nearly screamed it, arching her back for him, fingers pulling helplessly at the sheets. He pulled out.

"Turn around" He ordered, and thought himself generous for giving her a moment to catch her breath. He knew he was the best she'd had, she looked like she's never gotten anything like this before, that she didn't know a man like him could feel this good. But he'd prove to her that she'd come crawling back, spending her days with him at the auto repair shop, unable to keep her eyes off of him for once.

Finally, she was ready for him, on all fours, looking over her shoulder at him. That innocence of hers, that 'be gentle' look on her face, in her eyes, that'd be the death of him. He steadied himself, and thrust mercilessly into her, reveling in her surprised yelp. His hips seemed to buck on their own as he reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling on it, deepening her arch.

She felt a painful sting as he used his free hand to swat her ass. Repeatedly. He leaned down, and in a low, lust filled yet threatening whisper, growled into her ear "Don't make a fucking sound"

She whimpered in response, Bazz B pulled even harder "Shut up" He commanded. She did her best to obey him, moans cut short to breathy gasps. He swatted her again, leaving the red mark across her skin even brighter "I said, shut up" He thrust harder, to emphasize his words better. She put one of her hands across her mouth, muffling her sounds, her body shaking under him. "There..That's more like it. Don't make me have to tell you again, Rin" He spoke between breaths.

Rin had never had anything like him before. She'd been on dates but she had never had sex before. She had heard stories from her friends and to her, those men that her friends had talked to her about, aren't as dominance- oriented as her boyfriend was. He knew exactly what he wanted, and apparently what she wanted, seeing as she was loving this. She was actually loving this.

Bazz B edged on finishing, and it was only then that he realized he hadn't put on a condom, and wanted to finish inside her. He'd have to save that for another day, unfortunately. His breathing became heavier, and he released her hair to dig his fingers in her hips "Fuck"

His breath hitched, and he pulled out, resting his length on her, to finish on her lower back.

Rin's firm grip on the sheets released slowly as she felt the sporadic warmth of what he'd done. He exhaled, one definitive breath, and looked at her lower back, and then her, as she looked over her shoulder "Bazz..."

He raised a hand, and placed a single finger to his lips, shushing her. She looked down, and decided to do it herself. She eased out of bed on shaky legs, and carefully walked to the bathroom to get cleaned up, using the wall as support. Bazz B fixed his sweatpants and laid back on one side of the bed, propped up against the headboard, one hand on his chest and the other between his head and the pillow.

He'd have to make her come over more often.