Unforgettable (Seme Female Reader x Neliel) {Bleach}

chapter 3

reader pov

"...hey..." i turned around, someone having caught my attention from behind me. ichigo smiled as i chuckled. "well damn, man! it took you long enough. i was about to leave," i said. i waited about five minutes before i decided to head out to the dance floor myself. i had been shaking a tail feather for for a good 20 minutes when he finally appeared. i was beginning to think he bailed. 

he scratched his head nervously. "i...had to run home and grab some more money. i didnt have enough cash to cover the entrance cost," he said as he started dancing with me. he seemed pretty embarrassed when he said that. i could understand why. especially since he is the one who suggested this club.

"well...no matter. buy me a drink," i pointed towards the bar in the far corner of the club. he nodded and headed off into the crowd. i continued dancing. 

it took him longer than i thought for him to come back but he did, bringing a pina colada. i graciously took it from him and sipped it as i started twerking against him...which really pissed a lot of guys off. i had a few guys come up to me but ichigo was the one i twerked on. i was shamelessly giving him special treatment. 

we danced for a while but when i was starting to sweat, i knew it was time to have myself a seat. ichigo didnt seem to have a problem with us taking a seat at one of the stools on the bar. "so....you know alot about me but i dont know anything about you...?" he said, casually sipping his martini. 

"hmm..." i said, albeit flirtatiously. "well....what do you want to know?" i said, perching the girls on the table as i leaned to take a drink. this romper has extra cleavage. its my fave. he chuckled. "...your name would be nice to start," he said and for a split second, i saw a flash of confidence and charm. well well well mr ichigo. you may be onto something. 

later on that night...

i was honestly surprised at how charming and...well attentive this guy is. he actually listened to what i was saying. it was like.....i would go on and on about something and instead of looking at his phone or something, he looked me right in the eye and gave constructive feedback. i cant believe how starved i was for a decent fucking conversation. it was refreshing. 

"well....how was it? be honest," he walked me out to my car. "it was...pretty good, ichigo. well done for a date," it was honestly the best date ive ever been on but i knew better than to tell him that. he smiled, showing off his pearly whites. 

i got into my car. he leaned against my window. "so....what do you have going on for the rest of the night?" he asked. "oh...nothing. probably go home and strip. get in bed and play phone games till i go to sleep," i said. he chuckled. "well....will there be a....y'know....second date?" he asked. i could see in his eyes he was wary. good. i was vague like that on purpose. i smiled. 

"....who said this date had to end?" i put on my best flirty pose. 

his face went beet red instantly. "well...umm...well....uuhh..." he stammered. the bait was in place. all he had to do was take it. just bite. hell a nibble would be all i need to land this. i was never one the admit this but....its been a while. like....a whole month while and that wasnt even good. "...just....well...i mean....we could..." he said. i sighed. his innocence was showing again. 

"we could head back to your place and continue our...conversation," i said, classically twirling my hair in my fingers. i was making this obvious. almost insultingly so. he paused for a split second, his face growing more red  by the second. "o....ok," he said. 

well hot damn. that looked excruciating but he pulled through in the end. 

he bumbled with his phone and started texting. i received a message.