I don't know what my deal is.
I do not have time for this.
I do not have any direction for this.
I do not have any long term inspiration for this.
And yet here we are.
Ichiruki oneshots round two.
The much more adult sequel.
This will be updated sporadically aka when I don't want to do what I should be doing and will include Ichigo and Rukia or whoever else I feel like in some sort of affair scenario.
Let the adultery begin!

Let's Not Bring Morals into This

"It's an affair Ichigo; no matter what you do it's going to be wrong."

You told yourself you wouldn't do this anymore. You would not, absolutely not, under no circumstances, be fucking your best friend/ wife's friend/ friend's wife under your roof during children's parties anymore. Nope, nope, you were both done with that mess, that itch had been scratched enough and you were to go on with your lives like you both were happy in your marriages and meant the vows you made to your spouses.

To be fair...at least this time it wasn't under your roof.

It was under hers

…during her brother's New Years party.

See? Progress.

Her hands and lips are everywhere on your body, leaving a trail that burns down until her mouth is swallowing you whole and it takes every fiber of your being to not finish right then and there like you were fifteen getting your first blowjob. She's so good, too good; your hands grip the sheets so hard you hear them starting to rip and you have pull her up before you finish in her mouth without any warning like an asshole. Somehow you manage to hold it together until you both cum together, like you always do, because that's your thing, your dumb little romantic thing like some husband and wife shit.

After these little excursions you always used to immediately think of your wife and her husband and all the reasons why you're both terrible awful selfish assholes who need to practice some of that self control your adult self is supposed to have. You're in your thirties now; it's not like you're a teenager and these actions don't have dire consequences. Lives would be ruined; families destroyed; reputations trashed forever if this got out.

But that doesn't cross your mind anymore, not really. Not since you overheard Orihime drunkenly telling Ishida at your class reunion that she can't stop thinking about him and all those what-ifs and Rukia told you her and Renji don't even sleep in the same room.

When you look over at her, her eyes are closed and her hair is all messy and sweat slicked, strands plastered to her forehead and you think she's the most beautiful being you've ever seen. It would be so much easier if that's what this was all about, something as simple and shallow as preferencing one look over the other, a simple carnal attraction to ivory skin and midnight hair and plum eyes over auburn and almond but doesn't even begin to scratch the surface. With Rukia it's always been so much more than that, meant so much more than just getting each other off while your spouses weren't looking. They do this because they need it, need to be close and connected and all that dumb poetic Shakespearean nonsense you used to love in high school but now you think is a load of shit.

You used to care about doing the right thing and not wanting to hurt anybody and being the reliable protector in a friend group of heroes until one day Rukia just rolled her eyes and said in that slow voice she uses when you're being an idiot, "It's an affair Ichigo; no matter what you do it's going to be wrong."

Seriously what happened to you guys? You're all absolute fucking messes.