Hey everyone! Just a quick note. After re-reading the story I've come to realize I made a plot mistake. Byakuya is referenced through-out the story as Rukia's step dad. Then her step brother. Then her step dad again, lol. So I just wanted to clarify it and fix it. In this story, he's her legal guardian + brother in law.
Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 8
Sucker
The shuffling about and conversation died out. The atmosphere of the party turned awkward. Not everyone was acquainted with Rukia Kuchiki and most definitely not the man who has just walked in. But they were with Ichigo, whom was just associated with being the father of another woman's child.
The hairs on Orihime's neck stood up. Goosebumps raised. Her heartbeat increased.
"No - I have two sons with my wife. Sorry to break it to you, but I'm not the father."
It was quick, calm too. The citrus haired man held his composure as he waited for Mr. Kuchiki's response. Everyone else seemed to follow along then, making Ichigo thank his lucky stars.
"Ah. I see. I only know the father has naturally colored hair. Are you not Renji?"
You could almost see the blood returning back to Orihime to pump and keep her alive. She murmured something under her breath that held relief. Rangiku and Nanao looked at one another.
"Nope, we beat the shit out of that guy when he tried to beat up his kid's mom though." Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez added in, quite nuisance-ly.
The raven haired man rose a brow, stone faced but it was easy to tell he didn't appreciate the unnecessary information. But the sky colored haired man's boss and his wife sure did. Ichigo thought about giving him a promotion while Orihime was at ease.
"..Now tell me. Where is Rukia and her child?"
"I'm right here, Byakuya. We can leave now."
Ichigo turned back to the stairs, looking at his child's mother who was coming down. Hisana on her hip along with the baby's bag on the other. Wait. The world felt like it was getting colder. It started at his feet, making it's way up slowly. Water. He was being slowly drowned in it.
The way the little girl reached out for him as Rukia walked past..
Ichigo couldn't have a face of stone while his heart was shattering. Yet, he had to try. This child 'meant nothing' to him, remember? This was just some girl's kid whom his wife was letting stay at the house..
Yet he felt like cussing, pushing Byakuya aside and taking his child back into his arms. The world was finally okay again and this man appeared to only snap it in half.
Rukia looked quite sad as well, now in her normal clothes, much more modest in front of her late sister's husband. The 19 year old hadn't even looked at Hisana's father.
"R - Rukia, " Ichigo called out, stopping the young woman at the door. "I'll get Hisana's crib to you. I'll drive behind."
"No, it is fine. My wife has already set up a room with what is necessary." Byakuya insisted, continuing to walk soon after.
Rukia didn't say much then, only nodded before leaving.
The rest of the party resumed soon as, music switching to a fun Halloween themed tune. Ichigo stood there, at the foot of the stairs, clutching the handrail as he tried to let everything sink in.
As he sunk in.
Orihime called him. Why?
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His inner world seemed to be filling up then. But the 33 year old realized he had to accept it. If anything, he was truly gifted the time he did have. For God's sake, his girlfriend was living with his wife!
That's what Grimmjow was saying anyway, while they were outside in the backyard.
Ichigo was sitting on the patio set, taking another chug from his Asahi. The buzz wasn't even kicking in to make him enjoy it. It tasted like shit. His employee was near by, one leg bent in as he kept his foot on the table. Fucking nuisance.
"I'm telling you man, cheer up. You got to spend the most important time with your kid. The first few months. Some people don't get that. If you didn't get to, wouldn't you be more upset?"
Ichigo actually put his beer down and paused for a second. He looked at him. When did Grimmjow know about family so much? It was.. surprising. Because; he was really right.
But the carrot top couldn't let him know that, returning back to his drink. "It's not my kid, man. I don't have to che–"
"Dude she had some of your kids in her mouth a while ago, I seen you guys under the table dipshit."
Ichigo was caught off guard. "I..Tha —"
"I don't give a shit though. C'mon Kurosaki, you know I'm not gonna open my mouth, you don't have to stutter on me." He looked irritated then that Ichigo could even be nervous about it. "I'll go back to pretending to have just a suspicious and you can keep denying it. That cool?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Ichigo played along, accepting that him and his girlfriend weren't as sneaky as they thought.
"Good. Chin up. Don't act like a bitch. You can visit her and your kid. Not like that Keanu Reeves guy is locking her in a tower.."
Ichigo laughed for the first time in an hour. Even if his heart still stung.
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The car ride was silent beside Hisana's crying and trying to speak. Sometimes Byakuya would look at Rukia in the rear view mirror. Perhaps though that didn't happen. Because when violet eyes would try to meet silver ones, his gaze was back on the road.
He looked unbothered. But that could of meant anything. His natural face seemed disappointed in her anyway.
But that didn't matter, all the 19 year old was focused on was trying to mend her daughter's broken heart. I know. But you'll see him again. Don't worry. The newly mother thought, giving a kiss upon the the ginger's tiny head.
When they arrived home — 'home', the very thought of this being that made Rukia shiver. She was getting used to Ichigo Kurosaki's house..
When they arrived at Byakuya's estate, his wife Mary was waiting for them. She was lovely, a kind woman from America. Short blonde hair and piercing green eyes. Rukia always liked her but she wondered how her brother in-law did.
Mrs. Kuchiki was a very cheery, social butterfly who went out of her way to make everyone feel welcomed. The opposite of him.
Perhaps that's why it worked..
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It didn't take long to get settled back in. Everything was where Rukia left it. Mary had shown her to the new room for the baby, very excited when she got to hold her. Truthfully the 19 year old was comfortable now, seeing that there wasn't anything to worry about. There were two nannies and a servant. Little Hisana would never be without attention.
The women left the baby's nursery, walking alongside each other as they caught up. The pair eventually ended up in Rukia's old room. Byakuya's wife just had to know what happened.
The story should of been simple however, making the teen a little confused and ask questions. See, before Rukia moved in with Ichigo, Byakuya knew she was leaving. He didn't care much, encouraging her even. But 'an apartment' was the main change of plot. So how did the man know where to pick her up?
Mary soon explained, telling the raven haired girl all about Orihime Inoue. Apparently the woman was in contact with Rukia's brother in law for a week. She had told him she found him through the internet, and his late wife's sister was couch surfing with a child.
Everything made sense then.
"Couch surfing?! He asked me to move I—" The teen had to hold her composure..
"Byakuya asked you to move in with Mr. Kurosaki?"
"No – Mr. Kurosaki and.. his wife did, I meant."
"Oh. Hmm. Why did she lie?"
It made Rukia want to laugh. "It is quite clear. She got jealous. Thought something was happening or that my child was holding too much of her precious husbands attention. What a foolish woman. He didn't want to give her any regardless."
Mary was confused but it was probably best to let it go. "Well, nonetheless.. you are where you belong now. I'm happy you're back, Rukia. I missed you. You never came to visit."
"I know, I apologize."
"I think this will help more than you know.."
"How so?"
"Well, Byakuya and I haven't been on the best of terms. We've been struggling. You being here might help smooth things out."
Rukia shrugged. "I hope so, for you Mary and him."
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It wasn't long before they farewelled to say goodnight. The teen couldn't even sleep though, no sheep seen to be counted neither. Something else took refuge in her mind keeping the 19 year old mom awake.
Ichigo.
It's not she hadn't seen this coming. But everything was originally thought to play out on her own accord. Not Orihime's. Rukia couldn't lie to herself, it was getting under her skin. The woman literally kicked her out so she could be alone with Ichigo.
She massaged her sore eyes, trying to soothe the ache from keeping them open for so long. It was nearly 4 AM.
Then there was a knock at her window. Then another, and another.
The teen laughed, seeing her grown adult boyfriend throw pebbles at the window like a heartbroken teenager from a chick flick.
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She snuck him in, soon brining a smile to his face as she walked into her room with a new addition.
It had only been a few hours but holding his daughter once again would always make him happy.
Rukia sat across from him on the window seat, taking her own at the foot of her bed.
"So, you missed me that quickly, huh?"
Ichigo chewed on the inside of his cheek, pushing a shoulder up as he nodded. "Truthfully? Yea. I'm a sucker."
It made her grin.
She sat beside her boyfriend for a moment, ducking close to run a thumb over their child's cheek. A perfect combination of the two. Orange hair and purple eyes, a small nose and frown for whenever she didn't get what she wanted. But wow was she smiling then, looking up at her parents.
"This is so complicated.." Rukia sighed, sitting back. "I wish.. I wish it wasn't."
"If you had thought that in the beginning, I wouldn't have a daughter to be holding right now. So thank you, Rukia. For seeing ..obstacles and not backing down."
It made Rukia laugh. How fucked up. Speaking of that obstacle. "Why did she inform my brother I was 'couch surfing' by the way?"
Ichigo sighed this time. "I don't know. I'll find out."
"Don't tell me when you do. I don't care much. What a pathetic, boring house wife with nothing to do."
Ichigo didn't respond then, deep down understanding why it had to be done.. anyone would of went down the same path in his wife's footsteps. 'An attractive young woman starts to live with you and your husband. She seems close to him..'
If Grimmjow knew, Orihime couldn't of been close behind.
After the talk with his estranged employee the other day, it did put things in perspective. Ichigo needed to appreciate what he did have and keep going. Know that Rukia is out of the picture, (in his wife's eyes), the upcoming divorce can't be tied to the teen. So it was even more alright.
It was going to suck not being able to see her and his daughter when he came home from work everyday.. but they weren't going anywhere.
He kissed his girlfriend on the cheek before leaving. Rukia already missed him when he did.
"Turns out I am the sucker, Ichigo."
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The first week was not so smooth for Rukia. It wasn't only to due with the fact her heart stung at the thought of Ichigo. It was mostly due to Byakuya and Mary.
It made perfect sense Orihime contacted him now of all times. Without even knowing, Mrs. Kurosaki dished out the best revenge. It was November and Rukia's ex brother-in-law was always more cold than usual. It got worse as the years progressed. Instead of her, Mary was on the opposite side of it now. But it still dug knives into the 19 year old's skin. Every time his voice rose or more china broke, it was like nails on a chalkboard.
November.
The anniversary of Rukia's sister Hisana's death was around the corner. The love of Byakuya's life. The only reason the teen had somewhere to grow up. Without being related the teen severely doubts her late sister's once husband gave two shits about her. He probably wouldn't even pour an ounce of water on Rukia if she was on fire.
It wasn't the main one by any mile, but it was apart of the reason she enjoyed staying with Ichigo. For years Rukia felt the overbearing sensation of being hated by the man her sister fell in love with. He was always so upset with her, so frustrated and angry for no reason.
But now? He had one.
Rukia overheard him, complaining about this burden he was forced to carry. Apparently he was more upset than grateful when Ichigo's wife called. He only picked Rukia up so that woman wouldn't talk to the media about him abandoning this girl. This 'troublesome, reckless girl who got herself knocked up by a man who isn't even apart of the child's life.'
When Byakuya turned around to follow Mary's gaze, he realized Rukia was standing there the whole time. She left immediately, far too quick for him to stop her.
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"How is everything?" Ichigo asked while on his break, eating his lunch.
"Great. The nannies took Hisana out with Mary. Everything here is fine."
Ichigo didn't buy the last part. He could see through it and Rukia knew.
"Wait - it isn't," She confessed. "But.. I will make the best of it. I know it will pass. Things are just complicated right now. With me, with my brother in law.."
It didn't take Ichigo long to understand why. Rukia had told him everything once. How traumatic it was. They had saw Hisana's sickness long before she passed away but it still hurt them. It changed Byakuya. It changed her. The 33 year old knew exactly what the both of them were going through. He had a cycle of emotions when his own mother's anniversary came up too.
"Is that all? You want me to come today? I've been .. dying to."
"Have you?" She was smiling now, he could hear it. "What have you been dying to do, exactly Ichigo Kurosaki?"
He almost choked on his sandwich! "Ru – I'..I'm at work right now."
"So? You can't confide in me anymore? What happened to all our talks about that?"
Ichigo looked around, pushing his shoulder to hold the phone in place as he wrapped up his lunch. "Ahah. Right. That's very true. But you know that didn't mean talking about .. things I'd like to do while I'm at work."
"Hmph." She was defeated. "Does that mean..I can still tell you what I'm doing while I'm all alone in my bedroom?"
He felt a little sweat then on his neck. A store full of people. A sexy 19 year old on the phone..
"Tell me."
"Say please."
He turned his back at the counter, whispering a little more urgently then.
"...Please."
The teen girl locked her door, slowly walking over to her bed. "I'm undressing right now.. I want to get more comfortable." Her voice is so soft now. It's velvety snow and the way she's dragging her words..
"What color are they?" Ichigo whispers again.
"Dark pink. But Ichigo ~"
"Yeah?"
"I don't have a bra on. My tits are so small, sometimes I don't need one, does that turn you on? Because usually.. you can see my nipples through tight shirts.."
The man swallows. She is so hot. Damnit. "Fuck yes.. Now, -" The 33 year old looks around now, making sure he was in the clear. "Touch them for me."
"Mh hhm~, it isn't your big hands. But my finger tips are so cold against my nipples, Ichigo.. it feels so good."
His brows raise a bit as the young woman forced him to bite his lip. His own free hand's digits roll about from one another, making him wish he was there.
"Squeeze them."
The young girl listens, cupping her own breast as she laid in bed. Her legs criss crossing and clenching. Her mouth fell agape at the ministrations and mere idea of Ichigo amongst others trying to keep his cool. Rukia used her hand to cover both tits, making an opening between the starter two digits and last ones to catch her pointy, hard nipples. "Fuck~ !" She gasped, repeatedly pushing her digits closed. ".. My nipples are so swollen they hurt. If only you were here now. Nothing can replace your mouth."
His stomach twists and knots. Holt shit, he might just leave work earl —
"Excuse me, do you have any new releases?"
Ichigo is forced to turn around, making the customer wonder what had him so red. He only motions his head to the left, pointing toward the section of shelves that held the new movies. The patron was pleased, walking off.
His legs were weakening at that point. Shit. He got low, pretending to look for something in the counter. "You're making yourself feel good? You like playing with them all the time, huh? Your cute little tits.."
Damnit, I'm hard.
"Hnn~ ah .. there not big as your wife's. Is that okay Ichigo? Will you still wan-t to fuck them?"
Her voice was so weak. He was more than sure she only had one hand pinching and rolling a hardened pink peak now. The other was somewhere much more needy and wet.
"I'll make love to them. Is that what you want to hear? Does that excite you? They're perfect."
"Oh, Ichigo.."
Grimmjow's brow rose as his boss stormed out real quick. He didn't seem to leave though once he got in his car. The tinted windows didn't allow the employee to see much. All he did know was Mr. Kurosaki on the phone as he was leaving, with a smirk on his face. The young man just got back to work, not even questioning it..
Ichigo groaned into the phone, pushing down his erection as Rukia moaned for him.
The 19 year old blushed then. "I miss you Ichigo."
The older man smiled. "I miss you. I'll be there tonight. I promise Rukia... Now keep going. I want you to touch yourself." He unbuckled his belt.
Rukia held the phone close to her ear then, letting her married boyfriend hear her crystal clear as she whimpered. He twitched in his hand then, the more she explained what kind of liquid her fingers were playing with.
He placed a jacket of his own on his lap, jerking off in public secretly as his girlfriend masutrbated for him.
"Pretend I'm there, how am I playing with you?"
There was a choked up sound, a dirty one as she spit slow on her finger tips, telling him all about it, a pitch higher than normal, so desperately near her end.
"You're mhm, to-touching my pussy again. Teasing my clit.. "
"What about that tight little tasty hole?" Ichigo quizzed, his own pumps were quickening.
"Your big cock is teasing it, tracing the opening.." Big amethyst eyes roll backward. "Please, break me~ make me your bitch like before ~"
"Fuck," He rasps so suddenly. Her dirty little plea sending shivers down his spine and filling his cock. "Rukia.. I'm so damn close." It was a low rough grunt that turned her on even further.
She breathes his name eagerly, like a mantra all to many times before. It sets his teeth on edge, his skin on fire and muscles to all tense.
"It's been so many days without you, I can't fit more than two fingers inside.."
His mouth was watering then. He's gotta swallow once more to get rid of the excess salvia. "Keep going. Cum for me on the phone."
"When I - I move my fingers around past my warm entrance, it feels so unbelievably tight. My fingers are being sucked in too."
Everything was foggy now in the older man's vision. What was in front of him meant nothing as her explanation drove him wild, perfectly taking him to her in that moment and being able to feel what she was saying.
All too well.
"So fucking – tight.." Her horny boyfriend growled, cumming down his still pumping hand and ruining his jacket, her plump pink pussy costing him his composure. Hearing his end set off made her gush further around her delicate digits, licking her body with sweet, pulsating euphoria prickling her skin.
A rose tinted eruption deep within her lower body begun, squeezing her with satisfaction as it did it's business.
Her knees sat up and hit one another as her back lifted ever so lightly. The sexy young woman clenched her legs as her hips moved up and down, humping her own hand to fuck it more fully. Her orgasm had came in one big swoop, forcing her back down to pant like a bitch.
That's all they could hear on the phone from one another. Sweet and slow breaths. Pants. Needy murmurs.
Suddenly, Rukia hung up, leaving Ichigo confused. He cleaned up as he called her back.
"Nothing. My door almost opened, I got nervous."
"Oh shit," Ichigo joked. "Hope no one walks in on us later.."
"I'll remember to lock it too, don't you worry.."
They both smiled.
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Orihime finished another lifetime movie before pulling out her phone, checking out the time. It was only 7:30 PM. Only 30 more minutes before Ichigo got home.
Does it matter?
Even if he made it on time for dinner.. shouldn't he be home earlier? For months on end he'd come home at 5 PM. Hours upon hours sooner than his working day. It became a custom. But now he was staying on track? .. After Rukia got her own place?
It made the desperate housewife sigh.
Things were suppose to become better after their house became their's again. But it's the opposite and the fire within her only grew. Jealousy was like the elephant in the room. You couldn't avoid it, Orihime had no choice to deal with it. It didn't matter with Rangiku said..
Then again -
There was three kids living with us. I think he just didn't want that burden all on me. That's why he used to rush home! To help!
Her usual cheery self was a distant memory these days with how distant her old life had become. But sometimes she'd find a way to make an appearance.
I have to stop thinking so negatively. Rukia is a nice young girl.. but she isn't someone he'd choose over me. Even if she was - it's not all about physical appearance. Our love is what matters and I just know our connection is unbeatable. Things are just rough right now, like the movie I just watched. It will all even out!
I'm like the rain, I connect to Ichigo's heart when I'm near. He cares about me a lot.
I am his kind, loving wife who gives him time to come back to himself. She is just some girl who got knocked up by a man who didn't want her. She is alone. That's the only reason he was so kind to her too, just like me. Even her brother in law hates her!
...Maybe I shouldn't of called him. I didn't think about that. She spoke about him a lot with me.
No, it's her family. It's better she's with her own family than us. We don't know her that well. She was just a babysitter.
It was already 8:30 PM then.
Wow, I've been sitting here for that long? The ginger quizzed, shaking her head. But suddenly, there was a sinking feeling when a text appeared.
"Gonna drive Grimmjow's car to his place. He got drunk on the job again. Put dinner away for me. No need to wait up. Be back later."
Her head hung low as her heart followed path.
"Okay. Sounds good hubby! You're a super hero like usual, my knight."
He didn't even respond.
Uryu Ishida arrived about 5 minutes later after she called. The Ishida residence wasn't too far after all. He greeted Kazui and Sora before heading to the dining room to eat. Sure, he knew the food was gonna be horrible but Kurosaki did a pretty good job at displaying it.
The empty seats made him feel bad though. She didn't deserve that.
"Uryu, where is Nemu?" The strawberry ginger asked, pushing some hair behind her ear.
The man took a second, thanking her for the beverage she put on the table. "Nemu and I.. we are on a break right now."
"Oh my, I - I'm so sorry to hear that!" Orihime sat close, taking his hand in her's. He looked at it for a moment. She hadn't noticed. "When?"
"Just last week. Said I was too..distant." The doctor pushed up his glasses. Orihime blinked, swallowing down the lump in her throat. "She said I kept avoiding her and didn't want anything to do with her, when the truth was I was just at work busy. When I wasn't, I was distracting myself from.. me. I've been in a mood. She didn't want to just wait it out, she wanted to try and force me to come out of it. When I didn't, she left. Now I feel like a moron. I wish she didn't leave. But.. it is what is. Please, let us eat. I don't want to bore you with more details."
The 32 year old was silent. Everything he had said was exactly how she felt. It made sense then. She just needed to give Ichigo time like Nemu wouldn't for Uryu. This was surely more than just a sign. It was the truth.
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"You think he's tired of you? Inoue — Kurosaki." He corrected. "That is ridiculous. No one could be tired of you."
She smiled, not noticing him spitting some food in his napkin..
"Thank you. But - I guess it's like you said, he'll come back to himself. The Kuchiki girl and her child was probably a distraction. A good one. That's why he seemed so happy when they were around.."
"The Kuchiki girl? What does she have to do with this?"
Orihime took one more sip of wine. "I didn't tell you but, well - I know it isn't the case now. But at one point I was jealous of her. I thought..something was going on between them."
"You sound like Nemu," He complained. "She thought I took a liking to a male co-worker because I taught him how to sew."
Brown eyes widen. "Why?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe because I seemed happy. I was distracted, just like I said. From my own problems and myself. Then when I would return home I'd be a little cold toward everyone. I don't blame her for feeling upset. But to think such a thing is .. just insane. Like what you thought of Kurosaki."
It put Orihime at ease. He always had a way of doing so, Mr. Ishida.
"You're right. I need to trust him.."
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Ichigo's lips pressed hard into Rukia's. He doesn't give her the lead, attacking her mouth and sucking in her tongue. She isn't even mad about it, knowing she'll gain more control in a moment, allowing her boyfriend to man-handle her for the time being.
Her bare back felt so good upon his palms, she was only wearing the bare essentials, exposing such delicious creamy skin.
The bed sinks in a bit as they fall into it. Ichigo lands on his back, hands comfortably gripping his girl's ass as she kissed him from on top.
It felt too good by true. Their love was literally radiating off them. Every second was blissful and relished in.
"I missed you," Rukia whispered between each kiss. Lifting from his lips to kiss his chin. "so," another under his jaw, "much~" She tore his collar down now, to expose his collarbone and warm it with her mouth. "-Ichigo Kurosaki.."
The father of her baby closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling so much. He smirked then, licked over the front row of his teeth. She knew that look..
"Let me see how much you missed me then, Rukia.."
His arms locked behind his head then. A little tilt.
She smiled, putting her hands between them, low now. Her hands went under his shirt for a moment as she sat between his legs, letting her fingers pads travel all over his lower stomach for a moment, playing with his happy trail.
"You don't think I can?"
"No.."
Perfect. It was a chance to prove herself!
She knew these work pants all too well, the zipper would jam if she tried too slow, so she wasn't too careful after unbuckling him. It made the carrot top bite down, he was much too excited for what was next.
One big hand guided her head closed to his erection once she took it out. It laid up against her features, held still by the older man so she could push her little tongue into his piss slit.
Ichigo groaned, breathing through his nose as her tongue teased his tip. She had held his foreskin in place, letting her cute pink tongue circle around his mushroom shaped cock head beneath the skin.
It was so aesthetically pleasing, so fucking hot, it drove him insane!
He was breathing out Rukia's name with need by the time she was sucking on his balls, treating them with love and care. Two dainty hands pumping him. Licking off the precum that would slowly spill down her fists.
How in the world was he going to leave tonight without making another baby?
She took him in earnestly, keeping galaxy colored eyes on his. It wasn't even little by little, she's taking him all the way back! Her hands stood at the base of him, making a triangle shape around the start of his shaft but keeping it tight to hold the veiny length up. It didn't really need any help though.
Her tongue moving under his dick as she sucked, back and fourth.. "Ru—kia.."
The way her throat was contracting around Ichigo's dick was incredible. Her saliva squelches and whimpers turned him on so much it ached. He voluntary began to move his hips upward, fucking her mouth slightly as she did most of the work.
The mere thought of watching her beautiful face as soon as his cum warmed her throat was almost enough to take Ichigo to the edge. But he wasn't planning on ending things so soon.
It had been one week since he got to see her, after all.
He slipped out, taking a second to watch her swallow whatever he had left her with, spit and precum mixed together. A little treat.
He pulled Rukia into his arms and lap, relaxing on her pillows as he began to suck sensitive soft skin on her neck. The gorgeous petite girl held on tight, panting as Ichigo's love mark grew increasingly harsher. "Fuck," She cried out, shutting her eyes in enjoyment.
He left a few more even lower, not wanting to be seen by anyone. Red hues sure to appear in 10 minutes and turn purple later in the week. Another one beneath her collarbone, between breast, on a breast, her hips, her inner thighs..
He looked up, her desperate heat created a wet spot in that blue underwear..
"Ichigo!" The poor girl yelped out, covering her mouth to muffle the involuntary sounds her body was forcing. Orihime Kurosaki's husband was suddenly tending to her desperate ache, kissing and licking the folds through the cotton fabric. The sight alone making her tighten, the way his tongue dug in between her moist lips to curl upward making her pulsate. "The way your tongue is pressing into me~!"
Her whole body was reacting, getting lost in the dirty little pleasure. Her entire body was heated, but his mouth was elysian, blessing Rukia with relief.
Ichigo couldn't help it, taking one of his hands to jerk off, to rub his hard dick against her mattress. Her sticky clear heat way too tasty on his tongue. The smell of her womanhood a nice, feminine scent driving him crazy the more he pushed his face deeper into it. Lapping up her plump wet pussy through soaked underwear.
It made him groan against her as two hands grabbed citrus colored hair of his. His girlfriend's pelvis moved softly. He could tell how much his girlfriend loved this next part, enjoying every bit of her sounds as he sucked on her clit.
Rukia's features knitted desperately and her breathing got out of control. Ichigo's free hand traveled and massaged her lower stomach, making her feel even better in the middle of her pussy being eaten out and played with.
"I'm about to - oh don't stop! I'm about to -! "
She covered her mouth even harder, slapping her mouth in the process from the suddenness of it. Her older boyfriend instantly pulled her underwear to the side, allowing his mouth to her bare folds, delving his tongue back where it belongs so she could cum on his tongue. No obstacle in the way..
"Mhm, tastes so – fucking great, give some more to me ~" Ichigo moaned, feeling her warm gush upon his tastebuds, moving his pink muscle around and inside her contracting pussy. It was tightening around him!
Something between her lungs tightened urgently, forcing her body to lock down as the lower portion drowned in sweet agony. The pressure finally sizzling, electrifying and bringing the rest of her back alive.
"I feel so good ~" She hummed softly, pinching a swollen nipple, keeping the other hand occupied in his hair.
It took a moment, she jerked every so often, still so overly sensitive and raw as Ichigo placed a few kisses on her.
She watched as he sat up, one hand massaging her leg as the other's thumb wiped his lip. The left over clear fluid licked up, it made her hazy with more just, her libido still not satisfied, not until his was.
She held her little breast together, creating a nice tiny pocket for him to use, Ichigo smirked down at her, removing the rest of his clothing before positioning himself above her.
"Lick it when it comes near you, too." He whispered, driving her mad.. making her even hotter.
The girth between her chest felt good. She left her little tongue out under him as he was careful not to crush her, quite effortlessly making love to her breast. His right hand held onto her mattress's headboard, at the other flicked her pink little nipple between her own digits.
His legs began to lock up. His balls tightened. The feeling all too familiar, only one Rukia can fully unlock to such a extent. It felt so dirty, so overwhelming and perfect.
He was breathing a little more labored now, trying to stay calm as her soft skin and small swell of her breast pleasured him. His veiny arousal was too joyous, feeling so happy every time her wet tongue brushed up against it's tip.
He was there, finally. It was going to be big too.
"O-open your mouth, hurry ~"
Rukia's lids closed almost to the bottom as his fat load shot out, her features twitched the more it got closer to her eyes but luckily it didn't. Only iced the rest of her face and tongue. Falling down her chin, her brow, painting her lips with hot seed. He helped her out, using his finger to pick a lot of it up and watch as she suckled on his digits.
"Mhm, just like that.." The older man whispered, moving his fingers in and out of her perfect sexy mouth.
xxxx
He was balls deep, making love to his wife's ex- babysitter. They were like dogs in heat, unable to fight the urge of breeding. Good thing Ichigo wore a condom.
"You feel so goddamn good, Rukia. Can you turn over for me?"
Her eyes were half lidded, it was so hot. "Do whatever you want, just don't stop..please."
Holy shit. She turned him on so much.
Rukia felt his weight from behind and on top of her back, loving his warmth as he worked in and out. His right hand clutched her breast from behind, squeezing and massaging as their bodies slapped from one another.
"God yes.. I wanted this all week.."
"Shit, your pussy feels so damn good, you don't want me to leave.."
"No," She needfully replied, pushing her ass back into him, squeezing around his cock.
"Fuck," He rasps, kissing the back of her neck and back.
Suddenly, the door was trying to be opened. Ichigo pulled out quick, grabbing his shirt and pants and clutching them close as he fell on the side of the bed on purpose.
"Rukia?" A knock on the door. A stern voice.
"One moment, Byakuya." She responds, pushing her boyfriend in her closet as she tidied up quickly, slipping in some pajamas she had folded on a vanity.
Finally, the 19 year old opened the door. Hair..all over the place. She tried brushing it with her hands.
"Can I walk in?"
She nodded.
The air was tense, Ichigo could feel it and even see it through the shutters. His girlfriend's ex brother in law was still unreadable.
"I want to speak about what you heard me say.."
The young woman crossed her arms and looked down. The man hiding was suddenly curious. What exactly did he say?
"I was not in the right mindset. I was upset. You are not a burden."
A burden? Ichigo wanted to come out and beat his ass. Why the hell could he say such a thing?
"I understand,"
The raven haired man didn't like her quick response, getting closer as he looked down at her. "You don't. In fact you are more upset with me than before. Which.. I understand. I apologize for not being there. We've lived together for years but haven't spent much time together. When you left to stay with the Kurosaki's, I hadn't known you were gone for a month. That's how little I checked. I haven't made you apart of my life to become a burden."
Hearing such a thing didn't make the girl happy. It did the opposite.
"The reason I'm revealing as such is because I want to change that."
"You didn't want to before." Rukia snapped, finally looking up at him. "You've always seemed to hate me. For no reason. I don't mean to be disrespectful, I am sorry. But I just want to be honest."
There was hurt in her voice. Byakuya knew she wasn't lying. It was time he stopped.
"I want to be honest as well. I have held resentment. But it did have a reason."
The older man took a moment, he studied her face and you could tell it killed him for some reason. It was the first time Ichigo had seen an emotion at all.
"You resemble her too much. No – I am wrong. You don't hold resemblance, you are the image of your sister. I found myself upset. Not with you. With God, for forcing his way to put her in front of my eyes every day. I was suppose to move on a long time ago. But felt like I was seeing Hisana's ghost each time you woke up. That is why I distanced myself. I.. am sorry."
Rukia couldn't move for a moment. She was silent. Her brother in law turned around, heading for the door before he was stopped.
"..I forgive you."
Byakuya ..seemed content. He didn't smile, he didn't exclaim how happy he was feeling. But he looked content.
"Thank you. I hope this is the start of a fixed relationship."
She nodded, farewelling her late sister's once husband soon after.
There was a huge breath Rukia kept in that got to leave as soon as the door closed. Ichigo left the closet door, holding her and trying to figure out what exactly happened earlier that solicited that apology.
"Don't worry. It is over now. All that I do care about.. is you."
She smiled up at him.
"You can't just abandon what you started, can you Ichigo? That's not the man you are in my heart..~"
He nearly fainted watching her plant her head down on the bed, ass up!
xxxx
Ichigo came home at 1 in the morning. The light were off but he could tell the tv was on. A few scenarios ran through his head on what to say.
Grimmjow had to be taken to the hospital, he got locked out of the apartment, they ran into old friends and went to the bar, etc.
But to his pleasant surprise, it was his kids!
"Dad!" Sora jumped off the couch, running up with Kazui who was his shadow. The adorable gingers started questioning him on where he was and began to tell him all about their day.
He smiled wide, sinking low to get on their level.
"Dad, were you with Rukia?"
Ichigo felt a little dry in the throat there. "What makes you say that?"
His sons looked..disappointed. "See, I told you she wasn't coming back." Sora defeatedly cried, pushing at his brother's shoulder. Kazui looked even sadder.
"I guess not.. we really hoped you were. So that meant - s- she was gonna come back."
Ichigo was speechless. His sons had tears in their eyes. What the hell?
"When are we gonna see our sister, too?" Sora brought up, gaining a hopeful look from the other young carrot top.
"Uh -" Ichigo couldn't help but even, well - chuckle a bit. His sons loved Rukia! And their sister! It warmed his heart. "You will. Soon. Don't worry, we'll visit them. Now listen, you two are going to sleep. No more staying up for Rukia."
They both "aww'ed" at the same time, pouting as they marched upstairs to sleep.
Ichigo tucked them in, taking a second before he took the light off. Maybe the kids didn't need to wait for him to divorce their mom, huh?
"Goodnight boys. I love you."
"Love you dad!" "Love you!"
xxxx
Rukia woke up to find a box in her room. A small long present with a bow. Not to mention, a bouquet of flowers in the shape of chappy!
She was excited, going quickly and not even reading the card at first. She was impressed with the tennis bracelet. Kurosaki knows me well. I appreciate rose gold. Hmph, but I didn't want him spending so much on me.
Violet eyes gloss over the letter. She soon realized that wasn't the case.
"Dearest Rukia,"
Ah, Byakuya purchased for me. Does he think I can be bought?
"Rukia, did you recieve Ashido's present? Do you love it?" Mary quizzed, coming in.
Her eyes went wide. Really wide.
"Wha - what?!"
xxxx
Grimmjow winked at Ichigo as the small 19 year old was once more at the checkout counter. The 33 year ignored the blue haired man, focusing back on his lovely girlfriend.
"Okay - what happened now? Turned out the gift wasnt from me, then you realized it wasn't from Byakuya. Then what?"
Rukia deadpanned. Ichigo wasnt listening.
"I told you. Apparently Byakuya was contacted by his family, but I know it was the other way around.. Ashido is who sent the gift. A young man in my age range."
Ichigo looked uninterested in the convo, not getting the point. "Alright. So? What, is this guy trying to marry you?"
"Actually," The young girl crossed her arms. "He was my first boyfriend. And yes, he is."
Ichigo deadpanned then. "That isn't gonna happen. I reject that."
"Kurosaki, Kuchiki? Need me to handle it? Send that cocksucker a bouquet of fist when I beat the shit out of him?"
They blinked at the man who had a fist against his open palm.
"..Anyways,"
Rukia laughed. Grimmjow grinned. Ichigo rolled his eyes. What was with this guy and fights.. "I'm not saying this will occur," The girl informed. "Im just explaining, this is my brother's doing, he doesn't want me without a husband now that I am with child. It's outrageous, isn't it?"
"You said the letter said something about a double date with Byakuya and Mary." Ichigo scratched his neck. "You're not going to that, right?"
"Well, of course I am."
"What? Why?"
"I have to make my brother in law believe I will give this a chance. Then I will ignore this."
He sighed.
"Kurosaki, don't be salty. We'll go and keep an eye on her. Make sure this Ashido guy doesn't try anything."
Rukia gave a dirty look. "Your presence isn't welcomed. I don't need to be watc-"
"Actually no, he's right. I think we will."
Now it was her turn to sigh as she crossed arms. Kurosaki and Jaegerjaquez have joined forces, now? "Fine. It's tonight. At a restaurant called Soul Society."
"See you there."