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Chapter 9
So Good, Keep Going! Please!
Soul Society was a fancy restaurant up west. Reservation only and the eatery sat the famous and rich. It was located in Yokohama, three whole hours away from Japan. The idea of traveling with Rukia was no longer a possibility, being 7:30 PM. But no worries, Mr. Kanō was kind enough to send a private jet; Cutting the ride time by more than half. Ichigo wanted to roll his eyes but he acted like an adult, simply shrugging off the gesture. It wasn't that big of a deal. Grimmjow was right there however to remind his boss it was.
'He's got born rich money + surgeon salary. Damn. Best you could do is send a Uber.. No - a Lyft! hahahahaha!'
The video rental store owner grit his teeth at the message. 'Shut the fuck up.'
At first Ichigo turned down his girlfriend, unconvinced to ride along. This 'High Class' Ashido wasn't present, he was waiting in Yokohama. But taking a plane? That was just too much, right? Going 1000's of feet in the air to watch over his girlfriend sounded insane. He trusted her, there was no reason to -
The teen placed her delicate hand over his neck, tiptoeing to whisper in his ear. Dirty promises and filthy images..
"Ok- I'll go with you.''
''That's what I figured,'' Rukia snickered.
The 33 year old called over to his wife, letting her know he was going to be late and not to wait up.
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The Airport was packed. There was a slight fear someone would recognize Ichigo. A friend, family member, some distant cousin. But she kept him calm, holding his hand as they reached their location. Outside in a private lot stood a huge midsize cabin jet. The 'Bombardier Challenger 350'. Fuck - this guy wasn't messing around.
Too bad I'm going to fuck your date in your plane.
''Ah, Ms. Kuchiki! Mr. Kanō can't wait to - Who is the.. gentlemen?''
''My bodyguard.''
''Of course, my apologies!'' The pilot brushed off. ''This way. Mr. Kanō has been waiting for you!''
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Down below as the plane took off, stood a stranded Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
''You fuckers! I WAS SUPPOSE TO COME!''
He blew off steam, heading back into the airport. At least Mr. Kurosaki sent him a Lyft.
''Son of a bitch..'' ..
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''Body guard, huh?'' Ichigo quizzed, taking a sip of the wine a flight attendant gifted. He loved his new title. The nicely dressed Rukia Kuchiki didn't give a response, only a radiant smile. Sure, the title was only for today but he'd be sure to guard that body.
Her soul was scarce. Her beauty was uncommon. Seven billion people in the world and she was all his. Her laugh, her scowl, the way she says his name when she's angry; or so close..
The older man paused for a moment. The connection linking them together whispering sweet nothings just atop the first layer of skin. Wispy notes of love and connection.. ; He took longer than a moment, feeling it - really feeling it; Studying the young woman's head turning features.
How did he end up so lucky?
"Mr. Kurosaki!" Rukia yelped, hiding a smile as the red head pulled to sit her upon him. Ichigo should know better than to catch her off guard.. even if she liked it sometimes. She should know better than to call him that.
It's so ticklish, the nineteen year old connects shoulder to ear as her boyfriend licked the skin beneath. It's no use, nothing can lessen the blush and involuntarily laughs. Pleas to stop go unheard, warranting a harsh lip bite when the older man switched his routine; Needy wet love marks now. Hickeys that would last..
Mhm..
"Ichigo," Kuchiki complained, "Someone will - hmm, mhm, walk – walk in." She tried to convince.
"And?" The unbothered ginger responded, un-stirring from his seat, un-removing the young woman in his lap. "What will they say? The flight attendants..," Rukia watched with peaked eyes, watches as her married boyfriend pulls up her skirt. She wiggles a bit, feeling Ichigo's growing erection. She can't deny it.. "– They think I was hired to protect you, right? This flight is gonna have a lot of turbulence.. so let me." She wants it too.
"fuck," Rukia whimpered, slapping her mouth quick to muffle her moan. Somewhere in that earlier conversation her other half unzipped.. His heated extension sat just below her, parked in-between. Slowly, as they flew in Ashido's private plane, Ichigo gripped her hips and slid her; Gently. Forward and back.
The girl's features unwinded. Her mouth fell agape as she moaned silently.
"Feel good, Rukia? Want me inside?"
She didn't give a response.
So she didn't get one neither..
"Yes..!" The poor girl gave in and confessed, not willing to express how much she really wanted to abandon this empty feeling..Or go any longer without it. Trying to keep quiet Rukia turned her head half way, using those round lavender doe eyes. "Fill me, Mr. Kurosaki.."
The clouds were so pretty in the dark blue sky. Ashido's date got lost looking out the window. Yes, she was high in altitude but she had never felt this high up in the clouds..
Not until Ichigo Kurosaki was inside her.
"Just like that ~ Mhm, I cannot be without you," The teen cried, sinking over and over into her boyfriend's lap. The older man buried his face against the nape of her neck, holding Rukia tight as he made love to her from behind.
It was so dangerous - so fucking reckless and dumb. Anyone could walk in.
Flight attendant's duties were to check up on you. Planes, especially during the night, experienced a lot of weary movements.
Yet - it made it better.
The thought of someone passing by made pretty, heated Kuchiki wetter; It made Kurosaki harder.
When turbulence did slightly hit, it only gained deep, choked up groans.. Working with the two members of the Mile High club; Helping Ichigo pound his tiny girlfriend even deeper.
There's sweet little begs of some kind as they moved together, mixed in with the older man's low sharp grunts. She gripped the seat's armrest hard.
Beside the skirt hiked around her waist, Ichigo ruined Rukia's blouse. Ivory buttons popped off as he pulled the fabric apart, revealing soft, creamy skin on her lower belly. His girlfriend's eyes flutter open, rolling backward as more kisses are delivered to her ear. Long, sensuous licks, dirty words..
He used a hand to guide her head more toward him, allowing their lips to meet. The other helped the petite woman's leg to stretch outward. But soon both of them were even higher than 41,000 feet.. ; Warm, creamy Kuchiki gasped contentedly, filling her boss' husband's ear. Over and over as his other hand lifted the opposite knee too now.
Deep, long strides inside her then.
"Look at that, huh." Her stomach tightened unbearably, her boyfriend's hot, low voice sent shivers up and down her skin. The way his words came from strained features, clenched teeth.. The heat from his own face beside her's.. "Look at my cock making a bulge in your stomach. You love it, don't you Rukia?"
Each time he came back in - she could see it, driving her crazy. "Yes..! Yes, I love your cock inside my belly~" Her heart beat raced as her vision blurred. The trembling, stuttering teen moaned the man who changed her world's name as she felt his warm, gooey load fill her insides. Ichigo had no choice, covering his girlfriend's mouth as he lost himself. Rough, fast pumps to empty out what he had. Each stride in Rukia's clenching, perfect wet walls sucking it all out..
"Oh, Mr.. Kurosaki ~"
Her thighs shook as her world came crashing down. One thick, fat wave after another. The spent, empty Ginger panted as her pulsating core squeezed him, gushing transparent divine around him.
"Fuckkk, keep cumming on me—" Even if it was unbearably sensitive the older man couldn't help but move his desperate hips upward, seeing stars and the great beyond as he hammered into her; Rukia began to whimper filthy things as her heart eyes crossed. A thousand sparks lit up her sky like a Hanani festival, exploding deep within to make her heart sing. "God, yes! Yes! Ichigo!"
Their bodies went a little limp after that..
Ichigo kissed her cheek, loosened his grip around her.
Slow, drawn out breaths then. Hot cum dripping down his dick from Rukia's exhausted blushing pussy. He's slow to pull out, weakly sighing as he did, earning a sweet little hum from his raven haired beauty too..
The couple cleaned up a bit, beaming in silence at what they had just done..The calm after the storm still not present truly. Kuchiki grabbed his wine, drinking from his straw as someone came in.
"Hi!" A young woman entered, wearing a smile. Luckily they were modest! Good timing.. "Need anything?"
"Napkins." Both of them asked at the same time..; Warranting their own smirks.
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Ichigo didn't have a reservation when they arrived; Obviously. But Rukia got him one. He just wished his table was near by. Damnit. It wasn't as if he didn't trust her. That definitely wasn't the case. But he didn't know this fancy rich guy. He didn't like him already..
And it had nothing to do with the plane..
If anything, Ichigo liked Ashido a little because of the plane!
The restaurant was something else. Resembled a Japanese temple; Just a modern twist on the inside. Lavishly decorated, low intimate lighting. The smell from flowers upon the table or if you chose the lower table set on tatami flooring, were so, so fresh; You'd return to smell them again and again. Tablecloths were linen and so were the napkins. The walls were eye catching, completely fitted to never run out of tasteful woodblock prints. Current popular music played, keeping you in a good mood.
No wonder Ashido invited her here.
Ichigo just had no idea where those two were seated. He just knew it was outside, lined around the koi fish pond..
How romantic.
The ginger's jowls tightened.
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Ashido Kanō was as handsome as the day he left her. Tall. Broad. Something still weighed heavily on his mind and surprised Rukia. Such a large, fur coat yet he didn't wear as much armor beneath like before.
He wasn't as serious, neither..
It was nice.
Their connection was still so present. It felt as though years never went by that they had last spoke. It was true, the 24 year old was her first everything. Their relationship was strong, much more than Abarai. But sadly Kano's father passed and he had to move back home to take care of the family. Although both were willing to do a long distance neither could keep up with it. Or wanted to..
So, they split. Much of their dealings were kept secret however, considering the age gap. Rukia always figured it was meant work out that way back then.
Now look at me..
When they laid eyes upon one another again it was almost bewitching. Blue eyes almost couldn't believe she had appeared in front of him. Nor violet the opposite way around. Deep down it was as if one didn't believe the other would show up. The tall gentlemen couldn't help it, going for an embrace and relishing the small body that held him back.
He stiffened soon after, regretting acting such a eagerly way without asking. "Rukia," He nodded, taking a seat out for her. "It has been.. a long time."
"That it has, Ashido. Thank you."
"How was your trip?"
Long and thick wouldn't be an acceptable answer, would it?
''Just fine. I appreciate the private transportation. That was kind of yo-''
The red head waved her off. ''No need. Please. How could I invite you all this way and not send a plane?''
There was a tilt to Rukia's head. ''I'm not that special, am I Kanō?''
He smiled just a bit. ''To me you are.''
Rukia didn't deny the sting to her cheeks. How corny.
''..Is that so?''
When they had met the circumstances were grim. Rukia was a sophomore in Highschool. Word spread around about who she lived with and suddenly people began to treat her differently.; Acting overly nice due to that last name or overly mean. The teen struggled making any friends in the first place. With Hisana somewhere higher, her younger sister was left at the moment, completely alone.
Ashido was a junior in college who happened to share a psychiatrist with the shy raven haired girl. He struggled with survivors guilt, walking away from a nasty hiking accident. His friends came along but he was the only one who got to go home. The poor young man fought with demons for too long, not even wanting to see sunlight anymore. Until she came along.
The medial doctor introduced them one day when the other was sitting in the waiting room. Ashido was reluctant to talk and Rukia wasn't any more eager..
Before too long the two began to spend time with one another. The teen eased the guilt and grief the older boy felt while the red head helped the young girl cope with her loss. They were friends but that soon ended; Because they started to date. At first Rukia didn't think too much of it but as time went by she came to realize that maybe.. this was wrong. She was barely 16.. He was 21.
But he loved her - that's what he swore.
So he was her first kiss. Her first boyfriend. First love. Her first time..
Suddenly, as they played catch up - the young woman couldn't help but cringe. A memory popped up. Or more so, a feeling. It was difficult - extremely difficult to remember the whole thing. It came in splotches. Perhaps she drowned it out.. But either way, feeling so alone back then led her to be naive; Ashido never hurt her, he was someone very important. But the raven haired beauty could just remember being so devoted.. that she felt like she betrayed herself sometimes. Why? How? She wasn't sure. But that feeling was heavy and did not ease up during their dinner one bit. His kind demenor
Hmm. Was I truly that in love with him? Why can't I place the pieces together?
As the ex boyfriend and girlfriend reminisced Rukia didn't pretend to not feel it. His hand was on top of her's. The way his eyes called out and body language all sang - even the way the older man asked her name..
Rukia wasn't sly about it. Not discreet, not even nice. She pulled her hand backward. Just because he made her giggle once or twice didn't erase Ichigo. The man she truly held feelings for.
Blue eyes unblinked. Before the red head could question the absence of her hand a waiter interrupted. He let it go.. for now.
Soon the tide of the love bird's conversation went somewhere else. Byakuya. Suddenly more memories revealed. Yes, the 21 year old and 16 year old had a secret relationship kept from others. Except him. When Rukia was made aware her sister's husband knew the young girl began to pack. Byakuya Kuchiki was a powerful man who found out somebody was dating his 16 year old sister in law!
But yet - he encouraged it.
"Kanō is a wealthy man. That will be a great home for you. I suggest you don't walk away from such an opportunity.."
"I - okay. Yes. Of course."
She was taken back at the time. But it made sense. Anything to get her out of his home. It hurt. But truthfully, knowing he was okay with such a thing only strengthen her relationship. She didn't have to sneak out anymore. Her boyfriend could stay overnight!
''Are you okay with me being only 16?''
That serious demeanor never faltered, making the teen trust him a little more.
''That's fine. Age of consent here is 13, right?''
''Uh - yes. In Japan the age of consent is 13, although some municipalities such as Tokyo prohibit sexual activity under 18 years old in most cases.. But you're not from Japan.''
''I'm here now, right?'' The way he said it was so.. belittling. ''Why are you scared? Have I done something to make you so nervous? Why do you always have to act like that?"
- "Rukia?"
The young surgeon across her woke the young woman from her daze.
"Sorry. I apologize.."
He almost laughed. "..Am I boring you?"
"No. Of course not. Why ask such a question?" The beauty quizzed, shaking her head. "I was thinking back to something...uhm - Us. Years ago."
"Were you..?" There was a transition on his features then. A demon smirk. His tone turned dangerous. "Want to get out of here? Recreate some of those memories?"
Rukia stiffened in her seat, stuttering twice - repositioning her hands. The young woman looked anywhere but him, losing focus on a glass cup.
''Are you okay with me being only 16?''
That serious demeanor never faltered, making the teen trust him a little more.
''That's fine. Age of consent here is 13, right?''
''Uh - yes. In Japan the age of consent is 13, although some municipalities such as Tokyo prohibit sexual activity under 18 years old in most cases.. But you're not from Japan.''
''I'm here now, right?'' The way he said it was so.. belittling. ''Why are you scared? Have I done something to make you so nervous?''
''No..'' Kuchiki admitted, feeling foolish for even bringing this all up.
''We can stop if you'd like. I can go home, It's completely fi -''
''No! You're right. Please, stay.. I - I want this.''
The small smile returned to his face. The tension lifted. The teen felt at ease. He was all she had and the thought of him threatening to leave again was much too overwhelming..
''Rukia?" Again, he snapped her from her dream.
''No, we have barely spent an hour together.'' Her orbs went big, placing emphasis on her argument. Now Ashido stiffened in his seat, rolling up his sleeves to occupy himself.
''I didn't mean for us to - The truth is, I have a gift for you back in my hotel room. A memento from our past. I'm not gonna try to get you in bed.''
Violet eyes narrowed. She was skeptical. Their meal wasn't even done yet he wanted her back at his place? No. Ichigo is waiting for me..
''Rukia, I came all this way to spend some time with you. That's it.''
Wait a second. ''Hmm?''
He sighed. 'You were the only girl - woman in my life who understood me. Those eight months were the best I ever had. I don't have anyone in my life now. With how busy work is.. I haven't even had a girlfriend in years. But - I honestly would just like a friendship with you. Please, just stop by for a minute; I only want to give you a gift.''
Guilt tripping.
Why didn't this feel new?
Yet, it seemed to work.
''Alright. Just for a moment, it's quite late..''
''That's all I need.'' The red head smiled.
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Ichigo hadn't even gotten his food yet when Rukia texted him. The older man had to relax, feeling slight irritation when her message read about the change of plans. Again, he trusted her. But that didn't mean the feeling was the same for her ex. After a few pinches to his nose bridge, the ginger called an uber back to the airport. He waited in the jet. His girlfriend said she'd be back in 20 minutes after all..
As soon as 21 minutes passed, the 33 year old got ready to leave. He opened his phone and took a look at Rukia's shared location to find her - but suddenly, there the young beauty was, sitting beside him on the jet.
''What happened?'' The relaxed ginger quizzed, rubbing the back of his neck to relieve the earlier vein..
''..'' She was silent and the sound of such a thing was unsettling. The pilot got the ok to take off and all seemed well. But the lack of a response was too loud. Ichigo's face hardened as he asked the same question. It was no use, no amount of lies or fake tone would convince him. Rukia knew it - it was too easy for her boyfriend to read her. Sometimes that connection was more aggravating that admirable.
''Nothing.''
''Bullshit, Rukia. Did that asshole try something?''
The way she sighed literally made his chest hurt. ''No. Or - he tried. But I'm not bothered by it Ichigo. Don't allow your anger to confuse you. I'm irritated, but not upset in that type of way. Kano didn't try to force anything but he tried to do what he was.. skilled at in the past. Guilt trip me into having sex. The more time I spent with him so many memories flooded back in. He spoke of.. being single and wanting to feel something. It was pathetic. When I told him no - he - .. he said I was lucky to even have someone like him look at me. I was some girl who got knocked up by a man who didn't want me. I was miserable and not happy.''
As Ichigo's palms balled into fists ready to make the pilot turn back around, Rukia's laugh surprised him.
''If only he knew.. '' A tilt to her head brought the older man back down. ''I've never been happier.'' Soft delicate hands rubbed the underside of his jaw, warming his heated skin and slowing down that quickening heartbeat.
Kurosaki's shoulders fell.
How – how did he get so lucky?
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Kazui begged his father to take him to the movies. Sora and his brother had been counting down the days until 'The Lego Movie: 3' came out. Of course the father of three didn't deny the two, gathering up the whole family for a nice Saturday outing. Orihime seemed very upset as she got her sons ready, wearing a pissed off expression. Even rolling her eyes once or twice.
What the fuck was her problem?
''Dad.. I tried asking mom but she said to stop asking her that..''
''Ask her what, Kazui?'' The ginger quizzed the other, looking for the car keys.
''If Rukia is gonna come.''
Oh.
''Uh - no. She's home. You'll see her soon, I'm sure.''
The little boy's smile fell. ''Okay..''
So that was why..
As the Kurosaki family all got in their car, Orihime turned to her husband. ''We should wait for Nemu and Uryu.''
''Katagiri is coming?! Yes!'' Shouted both boys, excited for their friend. Ishida's daughter.
Ichigo didn't even realize his wife invited them. ''Sure.''
If anything, he remembered hearing that they weren't doing too well. It was nice to find out things were working out between the two again.
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Tickets purchased, popcorn and snacks in hand and seats secured. Nothing made Ichigo feel so at peace than witnessing the smiles on his children's faces. As the movie previews played Orihime finally came back with Nemu from the bathroom. Uryu, his daughter and the Kurosaki's all shuffled to make room for the women to return to their chairs. Except now, there was a space between Kazui and Sora..
Their mother only let her purse lay there while she sat all the way down, beside Ishida. And next to Nemu.
Her husband's nostrils flared. Brows furrowed. His son was young but it wasn't as if something like that went over Kazui's head..
''Dad.. why doesn't mommy want to sit with me?''
It was the only reason Ichigo felt pissed off. What the hell was up with her?
''No, she just wants to talk with Nemu. It's better this way, she won't talk your ear off during the movie, right?'' The father whispered, offering a reassuring smile as he messed up his son's hair. The boy laughed, nodding in agreement.
''You're right.''
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Ichigo washed his hands in the bathroom, waving over the paper towel dispensor's sensor. Only about 25 minutes left in the movie. The kids were having a blast, giggling every five minutes. It brought a smile to his face just thinking about it. But something else seemed to reflect on his mind aswell. Orihime. Uryu. Those two or - three, Nemu was also communicating, talked the whole time. Was his wife playing therapist?
It didn't upset him. He just wished his kid's mother paid more attention to them today. Sora looked so lonely until Ichigo changed his seat between them.
He let it go, drying his hands before walking out. It was better to be honest, he got to enjoy the movie more with both of his sons laughing on each side of him and their little comments.
As Ichigo walked out and passed the concession stand to return to the movie, he spotted Uryu. He joined him in line, wanting to get another candy as well.
''Kurosaki.''
''Four eyes..'' The ginger teased, making the raven haired man sigh. The air between was reminiscent of high school. Ishida smirked even if he didn't want to. The pair of friends waited in line, catching up about the last week, the strengthening relationship between Nemu and him, etc.
But after a refill was completed and a candy bar was purchased, the walk to the theatre was a slow one.
''I know this is random. But something has been on my mind Ichigo..''
''Go for it,'' The ginger assured, taking a bite out of his hersheys.
''The night that Kuchiki girl - your babysitter, had her daughter.. Why were you there?''
There seemed to be a silent chill that slid over Ichigo's arms. The hair there stood up a bit but his posture remain calm. He needed to offer a buyable explanation. Why was Ishida always on his ass? ''Orihime didn't tell you?''
''Tell me what?''
''The only reason Rukia was hired was because my wife felt bad. Her late sister's husband kicked her out. She didn't have anyone. She originally called Orihime to come since she had to go through with an operation but she was too tired. So she sent me. That way, Rukia wouldn't feel alone.''
''Ah. I see. That was quite kind of Inoue.''
Ichigo shot his friend a question look.
''Kurosaki.'' Uryu corrected..
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After the movies the couples ate out and went their separate ways. It was still pretty early, around 3:30 PM. His kids couldn't wait to play Fortnite and Orihime was hoping for some alone time. With Ichigo.
''Wait. We just walked in the house. Where are you going now?'' The pumpkin haired woman questioned.
''I have to check on something at work.''
''..Oh. Okay."
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Their kiss was destructive in the water. Tongues fought for dominance as hands scratched down the other's back or gripped it harshly. Large hedge walls hid the estate's pool and their secrets. They can feel each other smile in the kiss, prompting Rukia to flutter her eyes open to see if his were too. Both of their names whispered over and over, the taste of Ichigo's mouth on her's over and over.
What happened to a quick stop?
When he first drove over, Hisana was the prettiest thing he saw and she had him wrapped around her tiny finger. I can't leave yet. Her father stood for an hour, snuggling with his baby and cooing at her every other two minutes. When the little girl fell asleep the man responsible for her was suppose to leave.
''You said most of the help was sent home this week.. Byakuya and his wife are gone for a few days..''
''Correct..'' Rukia reminded, interested in seeing where he was going with it..
"Let's go in the pool.."
The beauty grinned.
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The water was warm and so relaxing. Rukia felt foolish for never really utilizing such a serene area of the estate. She could get used to it.. ;Abandoning her room to escape here when Byakuya was arguing with his wife.
But only if Ichigo was there too, swimming beside and kissing her under the water.
"Lot of knots.." The ginger empathized, massaging his young girlfriend's shoulders. The raven haired teen agreed, moving her head back as he worked out her stress.
"I suppose you should fix it, can you, Ichigo?"
Yes, like stated before too many times - He loved a challenge.
Plus, hearing Rukia moan from something he did always felt good.
"Hows this?" The older man investigated, using his thumb pads, palms and knuckles to work deep into her tissue. The teen bit her lip, burying her head into the arms she folded beside the pool edge.
"So good, keep going.. please.."
The petite girl squirmed as Ichigo moved his hands lower, hyper focusing on her tight waist. Little curses left her wet lips as he pressed his digits in.
"Mhm.. oh God, mmhpf—" Rukia turned her head, allowing her older boyfriend to capture her mouth with his own. She felt higher than cloud nine, melting in his arms as he mended her tired lithe body.
But that stress wasn't truly tended to. Not yet.
The 19 year old was red as he walked her over to it. She felt hotter than June and August, smiling and licking her swollen lips. "Fuck," Rukia whispered broken off, lids getting heavy from the intoxicating libido.
"Yeah, you like that? You want your underwear gone, don't you? So you can really feel it play with you? Fuck you?"
The teen was held up against the water jet; The older citrus haired man was massaging her tight belly with one hand; spreading her pussy through bikini panties with the other. Thick gushes of water stimulated the teen's fat little clit.
"Nnngh.. ffuck. Mr. Kurosakiii, Kuro—" Her head fell backward. The poor girl struggled, trying to remove her underwear in the water but her helpful boyfriend put a stop to it.
"Don't worry baby I'll do it, I'll do it." He was so damn hard, watching, feeling her squirm like this. Such a turn on.. The only thing stopping the 19 year old was removed and Rukia was all too grateful; Turning her head once more to let her married lover suck on her tongue. Muffed sexy moans and needy thick whimpers left her mouth. Tiny Kuchiki was held up from behind as her legs pressed up against the pool's walls. Her thighs were spread. So she was, perfectly for the thick burst of the water's jet stream.
"Mhm, yes! yesss~ " The young mother yelped, shaking from her intense masturbation. The hard cock pressing up against her back only making it better. Ichigo had a kind heart, bringing his large hand over from behind to settle over her pulsating core. Soon earning a pleased, needy cry as he began to rub her clit.
Rukia began to pant, smirking as she looked down, tasting her lips at such a heated sight and addictive feeling.
"So fucking hot, I want to put another baby in you.." Ichigo spoke against her ear, licking the shell of her hot hot skin slow. The teen's eyes closed as her body tightened deliciously. Pressure that accumulated low so strongly somehow grew deeper. The moment Ichigo entered her from behind she couldn't take it any longer.
Cumming on his thick cock as she pulsated and twitched in random intervals.
The older ginger pulled out, only doing so to turn his girlfriend around before re entering. Easier access to her lips as she moaned and gripped the rest of her overwhelming climax against him.
Ichigo puffed hot air, getting lost once more inside his addictive secret lover.
Until -
Kurosaki backed off, eyes a bit larger as he tried to regain his composure. Rukia was confused, asking what was wrong as she was still trying to come down from her high. All was well until he explained, making her eyes go wide too..
No, it was fine. The teen remained neutral, reassuring her boyfriend all was okay and what she'd say to the servant..
Apparently when Ichigo looked over at the estate, someone was watching them in the window.
The Kuchiki was more than sure the maids wouldn't squeal what they saw, but it was still better to talk to them in case they feel the need to speak with Byakuya..
Ichigo felt bad, making Rukia come out here in the first place only to be exposed like that. But actually, the more he thought about it - he was pissed! What kind of servant peep on their employers!
The ginger was surprised, feeling at fault but suddenly having Rukia grab his hand and guide him into her room. 'We're not finished just yet.'
He was more than pleased with the change of plan.
The teen left her bed after pushing him down to sit in it. When she returned the older man couldn't help but lick the front row of his teeth; moving his pesky fringe a few times to appreciate what was in front of him.
The tiny beauty came back in a silky, sexy thin slip.
Rukia crawled up on the bed beside him.. but left Ichigo confused when she went past him; Only offering his gaze her back. Until she sat on her knees and bent all the way down.
''Oh, fuck yeah..''
The 33 year old groaned, so, so hard now. Immediately getting on his own knees to come behind her little fat bare ass. Gripping the teen's soft cheeks to spread and take a look at the cotton tail plug.
The girl hiccuped, arching her back and wincing as he smacked her bottom. ''You want me to fuck your ass? Been preparing for my cock?''
The young beauty smiled against her sheets, moving her ass against him. ''Yes~''
Ichigo slapped her skin again, earning a light pink sting, turned on by her whimpers. He apologized before doing it again, massaging the sore area. It didn't take long before he started to mess with her plug, pulling it a bit before letting it go back in. Pulsating in his hand as he messed with it further.
Rukia hummed feeling him between her cheeks, moving with her married boyfriend to jerk him off, huffing his name like he did her's. The sweaty 33 year old was spent, pulling out her toy to cum inside her asshole that was still too small. Cursing as he used a thumb to spread her hole so he could shoot his thick white load in it.
The teen bit her lips, feeling so naughty and hot as he pulled her ass apart and let it relax, over and over, only to let his sinful cum fall deeper inside.
He fell flat beside her, grabbing the petite young mother to lay on top so they could kiss. Hungry and hard, long and slow ~
He took a shower before leaving, making plans to see her tomorrow.
xxxx
Rukia was about to fall asleep when lights fluttered into her room. A Mercedes entered the drive way. Huh? Why are Byakuya and Mary home this quickly?
The teen acted normal, grabbing a snack down stairs when they came in. Her late sister's lover looked upset. It made the young mother nervous but maybe Mrs. Kuchiki would hold the answers.
When the two girls were alone Rukia investigated. But Mary didn't really give any.
So, assuming they argued and decided to just cut their trip short, the petite 19 year old went back up into her room. It was 1:30 AM anyway.
Suddenly,
her door opened.
I knew it, Rukia thought, assuming Mary was ready to tell all that happened. But it was Byakuya. She was surprised..
''I have to speak with you. I cannot wait for tomorrow.'' The tall, long haired man insisted, closing the door behind. It was.. strange seeing him at such an hour. Rukia didn't think she ever did. Nor in pajamas. The young girl kept her eyes down.
''Of course. What's the matter at hand?''
He sighed, walking past her bed and stopping at the foot of it, looking toward the windows. Hands behind his back. ''Stand.''
She listened.
''Kano called me... Why? Why did you disappoint me again? Make me look like a fool?''
Rukia was frozen. Not a single thought penetrated her mind. The teen was.. in shock. It took a moment but eventually the blanks stopped drawing.
''I -.. I don't understand. How - why are you saying such a th-''
''I tried. I only ever tried.. You always find a way to defy me, to differ from a path you're meant to be on. You sabotage yourself. You abandoned and ruined an opportunity that will not grace itself upon you again.. To be a single mother and turn down a life full of prosperity and stability...''
Her mouth was hung open, her brows high. Her fist were balled. The more he went on, she couldn't fathom it would get worse but it kept doing so; And the whole time his tone was calm - as if what he was saying wasn't ludicrous. Her heart stung. Her nose tingled. Her eyes got watery.
''He .. he tried to guilt trip me.. into being intimate with him. He tried to manipulate me into letting him have sex with me like he used to when I was 16.. I was suppose to just - just follow along? Go into a relationship where I'm controlle -"
''For Kurosaki Ichigo.. you will turn your back on such a life? You will opt for.. settle for one difficult?"
Time had stopped. He spoke the devil's secret and it made Rukia regret her existence. Embarrasment was an understatement. The teen wasn't even going to make up a lie, fabricate the truth; He knew.
"You will be a woman who wrecks another's home.. who will hide in the shadows, a harlet who entertains married men in my pool?"
Her knees knocked. Her spine threatened to turn into jelly.
Air puffed from the nervous teen's nose as her anxiety rose. Guess the cat was long out of the bag. The servants did speak with him. Yes the teen knew her wrongs, she wasn't an angel or some pure innocent young woman.. But to be called.. - to be called out and be named such things by Byakuya..
"Do not cry on the behalf of Hisana's father. I will not reveal what I know. But I suggest Mr. Kurosaki, the 33 year old man who impregnated a 18 year old girl, take responsibility. If his househould isn't made aware of the affair and you don't live under a roof he provided, with his child, the consequences will be grave."
He knew who Hisana's father was.. But he wasn't going to tell anyone? Wait, that last part - "What do you mean?" Fright stole the moisture in her mouth.
"I will call Orihime Kurosaki and speak with her. I will help her get a lawyer. I will make sure he doesn't get to see his other kin he doesn't care for."
"That isn't true! Stop saying such things!" Rukia argued, heartbroken by his words. Or more so, threats. The whole world seemed to be stacked against her.
"You defend him? You put what little dignity you have left to protect some image that will never be altered in my eyes..? He is married Rukia. He has children."
"He's unhappy in that marriage, just like you," The teen spit back, trying to calm her breathing and praying her face wasn't as flushed as she felt. Angry heat taking residence on her skin and ears. "He was going to divorce her soon, after their birthday. His children are the only reason he's still apart of such an arrangement. Do not spew lies of his lack of love for them. They are the only ones he cares about. He loves them as much as he loves his daughter."
The male Kuchiki knew that truth yet hearing it struck a chord somewhere within. It wasn't a light note, in fact it sounded awful. His marriage, Ichigo being the father..
"I think it's best you —"
"I am leaving. Please, let me be. I won't cause you any more possible trouble," The young woman insisted, grabbing a bag to fold some clothes into. "Hisana and I will be staying with my God father."
"That is not what I mean—"
"You will get what you want. It's better this way. I will not apologize for the birth of my daughter, so I will not live under your roof."
There was no stopping her. Befor Mary Kuchiki knew it a taxi was outside waiting. It was so late it made zero sense why this was happening.. yet her husband stood quiet. No goodbyes, no explanations - Rukia left alongside Hisana with two luggages and baby equipment.
xxxx
"What?! Where are you - wh - what did he say?"
Orihime's tired eyes didn't want to open but she managed, trying to adjust and see what she could in the pitch dark. Her lamp on the bedside table helped. There stood her husband, fumbling out of his pj's to put on jeans. Her brown orbs narrowed at the clock, it was nearly 4 AM. She leaned up.
"Ichigo? Who is on the phone? W- where are you going?"
Her husband ignored her, seeing red as he listened to whomever was on the other side. Hardened features and a deep scowl, voice getting more hoarse.
"No - don't tell me to remain calm. He fucking threatened you. He threatened me. This isn't only 'Your problem'.. Don't say it like that."
"Ichigo?" Mrs. Kurosaki tried again, sitting up.
"Orihime, I have to go."
"But I -"
Her husband left, determined to fix whatever problem he spoke of.
xxxx
Ichigo turned his phone on silent, ignoring Rukia's texts. He understood her, she didn't wish for him to ' be consumed by anger and do something foolish', but Byakuya already did. Why couldn't he?
When he left his car and knocked on the Kuchiki estate, not a ounce of regret washed any where near. The moment a small servant opened the door however, the urge to knock the young man out was strong. It could of been him who spoke about what happened in the pool.
"Mr. Byakuya is sleeping sir. It's 5:00 AM.."
The ginger grit his teeth, compelled to just walk past, grab the bastard out of his bed. 'Please Ichigo, refrain from causing any trouble.' Rukia's plea echoed in his mind. How could he just walk away? The man threatened to get his children taken away.. He kicked Rukia out of his home..
Swallowing down everything that was screaming at him to push past the small maid, Ichigo turned around.
He called Rukia, sitting in a parking lot for nearly two hours, figuring out what was next. Wanting nothing more than to hold her. Nothing and no one would come in-between them again.. The teen reassured her boyfriend, making him try to forget Byakuya's lies. 'He wouldn't take it that far, he doesn't have the time.'
Kurosaki believed Rukia, knowing a 'father's' threat when he heard one. But that threat made the love of his life travel 300 miles away. He wouldn't be able to see her.. for a long time. He wouldn't be able to see his daughter every day..
When Ichigo came home Orihime could tell something was wrong. The truth she couldn't find ate at her, seeing her husband look so depressed for several weeks.
He'd go to work, barely eat then sleep. Wake and repeat.
..She had just the idea!
When her husband heard it - she could of swore the color in his face finally resurfaced. His eyes lit up, his scowl faded.
"You said..?"
"The Nozawa Onsen Snow Resort! It's snowing so prettily up there. It's a few hours away but I think it's exactly what we need. The kids will love it. I can invite our friends as well. We can stay for a week!"
Faith; Destiny. Whatever you want to call it - it seemed to try and come between Ichigo and Rukia quite a few times. But the older man found himself defying it again. Or perhaps - it was those very things that always found their way to connect them.
Every time they were apart.
'My God parent, Jushiro - he owns and operates a ski lodge. He's going to let me stay in his home for some time, he's more than happy to have me. Hisana loves him, he's the nicest man I know."
"A ski lodge?"
"Yes, Nozawa Onsen Snow Resort."
Ichigo and Rukia's conversation from weeks ago played in his mind..
"That's perfect Orihime. I would like to go there."
"Yay~! I'll get all the arrangements ready!"
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