This fic is set in a modern AU with alpha/beta/omega dynamics. This fic is also sexually explicit and contains Inoue-bashing/anti-ichihime sentiment. If any of those things aren't to your liking, please turn back now. This story is not for you.
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Rukia has had the worst fucking day.
She deserves this. She does. It's a certifiable stress reliever – there've been papers written on it and everything – though granted, Rukia didn't expect to make use of it herself.
Not that she's complaining about it now.
As it is, she doesn't think she can string two words together.
She can only shiver as Ichigo moves against her, rolling firm muscle and heated flesh in an unrelenting wave; dragging the shirt she hadn't had the time to remove, and the jeans still clinging precariously around his hips in a friction that's both too much and not enough. Broad hands slide down her legs, leaving Goosebumps in its wake until he's lifting her ankles and hitching them over his shoulders.
She's still trembling from her first orgasm, but that doesn't stop her from squeaking – half in indignation and half in surprise as he slips out with the new angle.
But her flush darkens as he smirks at her, the expression only temporary before it dissolves in slack-jawed awe as he sheathes himself anew.
Her mouth opens in a silent gasp while he tilts his head back, corded muscle straining as he tries to get a grip, and holds her still despite her writhing.
"Fuck, give me a second," he all but growls, and despite their position, it's Rukia's turn to smirk.
"No," she tells him before her legs are sliding down his arms, hooking on his elbows while she crosses her arms above her head and hooks it over the arm of the couch, using both to lever herself as she rides him out until he's swearing breathlessly, and glaring at her beneath the damp fringe of his hair.
His thumbs leave bruises on her hips, and there's the equivalent of a rug burn on the inside and underneath of her thighs from where his jeans had scrubbed at her skin with every brutal snap of his hips before he'd suddenly pulled out, leaving a mess atop her belly and the hitch of her thigh.
She doesn't know if its an alpha thing or not to like making such a mess considering the birth control he knows she religiously takes, but she's not going to complain.
But Rukia does huff when she considers that he'd done it on purpose.
Payback for their last exchange on the floor of his room, and from the slight smirk lurking at his mouth, she reaches over to flick at his nose where it's pressed against her clavicle.
In retaliation, he reaches up blindly to muss up her hair further that it only jars her for a second how easy this is: lying atop one another, still wearing some of their clothes because they'd been in too much of a rush to remove them all, and annoying each other in the silence that follows after.
It's more intimate than what they'd been doing earlier that she feels wrong-footed, even though it isn't the first time Rukia's felt that way around him. Which, she admits, confuses her greatly.
She's never been the type to pick up guys, let alone be the kind to engage in casual sex.
She's been accused practically her whole life of being too frigid to even merit that kind of attention. Not that she's ungrateful.
As an omega, statistically, she'd be a prime candidate for sexual overturns.
A fact that she absolutely refuses to take lying down, and why she'd joined the chapter for the Organization for Omega Rights as soon as she'd been accepted into Seireitei State.
Before that, however, she'd made sure that her secondary sex was more an unfortunate coincidence than anything else – though she can't do much to change her stereotypical omega stature; she can talk shit to any asshole alpha or beta that thinks they can push her around.
Including but not limited to her bed-mate. Or couch-mate, as it is:
"Why couldn't this wait until we had the bed under us?"
"You were the one who tackled me," he reminds, though it's a blatant lie but being this close together as they are, it's easier to catch the curl of primal satisfaction that lingers just beneath the smell of spent sex under his scent blockers. And even if Rukia is above the stereotypes of her biology, a part of her is still pleased, even as he teases, "Bad date?"
"The worst," she exhales taking a moment to gather her scattered thoughts, then, "Shit. What time is it?"
"Don't know -"
There's a jingle of keys at the door, and with a mutter of "shit", Rukia manages to drag Ichigo off the couch with their things in hand, and stumble into her room just as Tatsuki opens the front door and makes a gagging noise, "God!" Before she's yelling, "Rangiku, you slut, stop having sex in the living room!"
Ichigo muffles a snicker against Rukia's shoulder, just as Inoue says, "I'm so glad my sense of smell isn't as good as yours, Tatsuki-chan, I can't smell a thing!"
"Be grateful," the other girl groans as she stomps around the room to throw open the windows.
As Inoue chatters in the kitchen – because it's Tuesday, and while Tatsuki's leaving soon to go to her karate class, Inoue's in no rush, she's only going to leave again at seven to meet up with her project group – Ichigo murmurs, "What now?"
His voice is still rough from earlier, smooth like crushed velvet and smoky-sweet, all but radiating satisfied alpha.
Rukia ignores the tingle in her spine. "Window?"
"Not a fucking chance," he deadpans, and this close, there's a sharp citrus tang of amusement to his scent.
Rukia snickers and turns away to take off her shirt as she goes digging around her drawer for another.
A shower will have to wait until Inoue leaves.
Ichigo swipes her discarded shirt to clean himself up; smirking at her look even as she grumbles through her blush, "Alphas are so gross." She doesn't know if it's because of the headiness of their combined scents or just the shamelessness Ichigo has to stand in her room, basically half-naked, cleaning their spunk off himself so casually. Either way, Rukia isn't about to let him tease her to find out.
Still, it's so routine now, even though they usually try and avoid almost getting caught by Rukia's housemates – Inoue, in particular – that Rukia doesn't think anything of continuing to strip, nor the fact that Ichigo's discarded his clothes as well, setting it aside on her chair so that he's only in his boxers.
After changing out of her jeans and ruined underwear, Rukia collapses on her bed, the mattress dipping again beneath Ichigo's weight as he prompts, "How bad was it?"
"The date or your performance?"
"Hah-hah." She feels the movement of him rather than sees it, and content to luxuriate in the pleasant stretch of her body and the honey warmth that seeps between the cracks of her once tense muscles, they lay in silence for a while, even as the omega in her squirms impatiently for a knot it hasn't had. Rukia's used to ignoring the pressing biological need to be knotted because she's used to it, just as she's used to this too: sharing a bed while they wait for an opening for Ichigo to leave, that her eyes droop, trusting and relaxed.
If not for the poke of his index finger against her cheek, embarrassingly enough, Rukia thinks she would've fallen asleep right there.
Even if it is her bed and her room, she and Ichigo don't do that.
Beyond her door, Rukia hears her housemates exchange:
Inoue says, nervous and bubbly, "Do you think Kurosaki-kun is working today?"
To which Tatsuki tsks, "Why, are you finally going to be straight up with it and just ask him out?"
"Well," Inoue says, haltingly, "maybe!" And then, "I'm not an alpha like you, Tatsuki-chan, but I could be assertive, I could just go up and ask him out, couldn't I?"
Which in turn, makes Rukia sigh, and leads Ichigo to prod once more, "The date?"
"Ugh." Turning over to lie on her back, matching him with their bare legs atop the covers, she nudges her shoulder against his, making him still almost immediately. "You can't just let me have my afterglow, huh?"
"Figured we were already rudely interrupted that it'll have to wait for next time," he says with a slight smirk and a shrug, and, well. Can't argue with that. "The date?"
"What do you think?" Rukia sighs, annoyed. "My parents are trying to match-make me, for god's sake." The fact that they see it less as creating a suitable union for their only omega-daughter, and more a business transaction like their own lives are, means that Rukia's been lumped with the actual worse candidates. "I'm tempted to just agree to mate with Renji," she admits. "There are worse fates than being my brother and his boyfriend's beard."
Even if it is her punk of a best friend who is about as sexually attractive (and attracted) to her as a lamp.
Hence why she'd make an excellent beard: That way Byakuya-niisama and Renji could be together, there would never be an unfortunate "crossed wire of feelings" between her and Renji, and her parents would be none the wiser. Particularly since the only objection her parents could come up with to Byakuya-niisama's mating Renji –even though on paper, it isn't a bad match at all – had been that they were both alphas. Then again, if it isn't the gender thing in their society giving people grief, it's the secondary sex thing. Why people can't just leave each other alone, Rukia has no idea.
"Ano," Inoue interjects, still nervous, "but what if Kurosaki-kun isn't interested?"
"Then he isn't." Like it pains her, though, Tatsuki says, "Once he finds out you are though, there's no way he'd turn you down."
The thought makes Rukia's stomach hurt.
It's Ichigo's turn to interrupt as he points out slowly, "You want to share a mate with your brother." And oh.
Oh god, that's a much more horrifying thought.
The face Rukia makes in response makes him snicker, and when she digs her shoulder into his chest – because she's an actual child who doesn't know how to deal when she's flustered – Ichigo squeezes at her bare hip beneath the large t-shirt she'd purposely bought and purposely worn because –
The tent in his boxers isn't just a hard dick.
Rukia abruptly forgets everything to do with Byakuya-niisama and Renji, and Tatsuki and Inoue.
Ichigo hisses through his teeth as he swells beneath her palm. She flexes her fingers experimentally and he chokes on a breath, gritting out, "This is my punishment, then?"
"Mmm," Rukia hums, lips curling wicked as she continues to stimulate the quickly inflating knot one-handed; his grunts and low growls spurning her on until he's tugging her astride his thighs, her shirt all but ripped off, and her hands full of him.
Making quiet, disappointed noises; clearly unsatisfied, Ichigo tries to urge her closer to press his dick between their bodies. It's only when Rukia releases a hand to squeeze the back of his neck in silent acquittance does he move; tilting them forward so she's lying on her back.
With his legs bracketing hers; he presses his knot between her giving thighs, and fucks himself between the tight space she's made of them.
Against her breast, she feels him groan before Ichigo busies his mouth with a nipple; flicking and teasing with tongue and teeth.
Rukia arches her back with a barely suppressed moan in answer; her breath fluttering when the hand not fisting the sheets nearby creeps up her throat to cradle her jaw and feed two fingers between her lips; an offer she accepts sweetly despite the light nip of her teeth against the intruding digits.
Outside her room, Rukia's brain manages to parse together the usual daydreams Inoue entertains of her imagined date with Ichigo: their love story, their happily ever after; all while Rukia spirals and ascends and crashes for the third time under Ichigo himself.
With his harsh pants teasing along her skin, and the firm, familiar weight of his body on hers with nothing but their sweat and their slick to separate them; it's ironic then that when Rukia thinks: how did she get here?
And the answer she gets is: her parents' matchmaking and Inoue.
A/n: I'm not even gonna lie, most of this fic is sex with a bit of plot *shrug emoji* Updates will be daily, I'm already on chapter seven so hopefully, I can finish the fic within the next two weeks? Fingers crossed.
PMs (still) don't work for me so I can't reply on here so find me on tumblr at everything-withered, and on ao3 under the same name.