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Rukia's back pushes against him as he inserts a third finger in her, "oh!" They are on their bed, the early morning light filters through the shoji doors and Ichigo is lying on his side, Rukia, too, her back arching against his front while his fingers slid in and out of her and his lips on her neck and shoulder, gently sucking. She is reclining on Ichigo's arm and he keeps her head in place while her body writhes. Rukia, thinks...nothing, but how his long fingers reach deep, sliding in and out in alternating pace like how he just knows when to slow down and go faster or how his thumb presses hard on her clit - this fucker, she thinks, and, and -
- and his mouth and how he has such a hard body so early in the morning.
"I..I need," Rukia starts, eyes still closed. Somehow, she doesn't remember, but Ichigo manages to push her yukata off her shoulder to her waist and her back is bare against his still-clothed chest. But she needs touching and her back is sensitive and she wants more of his body and her breasts need attention too but Ichigo - Ichigo only has two hands and they are too busy, so she reaches out to touch her body which seems to displease him because he briefly let's go of his hold on her head and palms her left breast hard, she lets out a drawn-out moan.
"No, no, no, I do this," Ichigo says softly against her neck, and then pinches her nipple, "when you need something, I do it, you hear?" Rukia barely hears but nods anyway, his fingers are still moving fast inside her, and his breathing is scorching her skin, so she holds onto her husband's arm, "yes, yes," she manages to say. Ichigo is keeping his speed unrelenting, she is too tight and too slick for him, and she's close.
It's easy for Ichigo to reach out and kiss her but he likes seeing her this way for him so he settles on the curve of her neck and jaw instead as he brings her closer and closer. "I do this," he stresses one more time, before pressing hard on her clit, and she comes hard for him with a muffled scream. Ichigo holds on to his wife through the tremors and massages her hips.
After, "come kiss me," she says, still heaving. Ichigo complies, begins shifting their position so she's beneath him. "You okay?" he asks as he shifts his weight. He's so tall and all-muscle and hard as steel, he could cover her easily, but she likes his warmth when he's on top of her. She's warm and too beautiful with her long hair strewn wildly like that and her eyes are always so bright, he thinks, there's a caveman instinct in him that makes him puff his chest out: he did that - and then dips down and kisses her red-bitten lips, his hand at the back of her neck.
But she tugs on his yukata, Ichigo feels her pulling them down, and smirks against her mouth but only kisses her harder. Rukia, annoyed at his choice of being clothed, gets her hands underneath his clothes and touches the hard planes of his chest, traces the muscle lines down to his narrow hips, then starts undoing his sash.
"You didn't..." she says when Ichigo lets her mouth go. Her husband is still very much hard, and she's aware of how his length painfully pushes against her. She hooks one leg over his, encouraging. In the morning, Ichigo is ardently all-male, his long hair is unbound and he is very warm, Rukia is drawn to him. When he wakes her up with a kiss or a gentle nip on her shoulder or even when he just squeezes her hand, it's always a pleasure. When he's suggestive, when his hands travel along her waist and rest just below her breast or on her hips and inner thighs, she indulges him.
"Ahh," is his only response. He is over her and is nipping along the lines of her jaw. She is still bare against him and her nipples press teasingly against his now-bare chest. She keeps on rubbing his leg suggestively and her hands on his narrow hips and still trying to tug his clothes off. "We have time," she whispers, almost purrs and pleads, and thinks, why is this asshole stalling her when he practically invaded her body first with his fingers so early in the morning.
"Ahh," his only response again. This time, he's tracing the swell of her breast with his mouth and his hands massage the dip of her waist, occasionally drawing lazy circles on her back. In truth, Ichigo is ready to pounce and give his wife a toe-curling, mind-numbing morning fuck to start her day before her first cup of tea, he thinks about wrapping her legs around his waist, lifting her up, backing her up against a wall, and thrusting into her like a mad man, but he'd like to take his time. He decides to put her sensibilities firstmost before his gratification even if said wife is protesting. He'll stall her, extend her pleasure, and stretch her patience thin until she snaps. He's very hard against his clothes, his fundoshi is saturated with pre-cum, and his wife is desperately tugging his yukata off.
"We have time," he repeats her words but means it differently, Rukia means a fuck right now but he means to take his time. He catches both of her hands trying to pull away at his clothes and holds them above her head, which earns him a sharp glare, which he thinks is warranted with all the languid torture he's giving them both. "I said when you need something, I'll do it," he scowls at her. Keeping his hold on her hands, Ichigo removes his own sash, shrugs off his own yukata and fundoshi, and displays himself to her - all-steel and all-muscle and his own dick, already very hard and leaking for her. His wife struggles, then glares up at him, eyes him dangerously as if sending a warning - if you don't unhand me, and struggles some more so she could touch him but he's unbending and doesn't let her. "Rukia," he wrestles with his own need to just fuck her there, instead, he goes down and sucks on one of her nipples which hitches her breathing, soothes her somehow, and she settles on breathy and slow mentions of his name, "I-chi-go."
Thinking she's calmed enough after sucking on her nipples and pressing her body to his for a good few minutes, he lets go of her wrists so she can run her nails on his back and touch him as she pleases. But he momentarily forgets that his wife can tackle him to the ground despite her size and that she doesn't easily forget her threats, so she kisses him deeply, lays her hands flat on his chest softly, grinds on his dick hard so he'll let his guard down -oh fuck, before putting her leg over his leg, pushing his chest upwards, and flipping their position. "Goddamn, Rukia," he hisses when he finds himself at the bottom. His wife's weight is not enough to keep him down, of course, but it's a different thing - something more sensual and irresistible and primitive that's keeping him down. Her form is a delicious sight - the dip in her waist and gentle slope of her ass, her skin is radiant, and her long hair is covering her breast, except that her pink nipples are peeking through. She's straddling his dick, painfully hard and so, so needy against her.
(it won't be hard - if he could adjust her a bit and slide his dick into her, her legs are already wrapped around him and she's too wet - it won't be hard, lift her up, and fuck her against the wall - it won't be hard at all)
But Rukia does not linger to hear his complaints or waits for him to make a move and fuck her against the wall, she quickly works on touching him as much as she can, she shuts him up when her mouth closes on his nipple while she keeps grinding him torturously slow. Rukia nibbles and nuzzles on his chest, she sucks on his nub hard while tracing the lines of his tout abdomen. Ichigo catches her sparing him a meaningful searing glance as she bits into his other nub, her eyes are a bright purple. He throws his head back when she reaches for his dick and rubs its head and then he catches her eyes again when he recovers - he knows what's coming next and he braces himself. In the next moment, she slides down his body and places her palms against his hips firmly before taking him into her mouth.
Ichigo's dick slightly curves upwards, is really hard, is big, has a wide girth, but the skin is soft and thin, so she takes hold of his shaft and has to maneuver and apply suction periodically and make sure she's paying enough attention to his dick's underside - she knows it drives him ecstatic, like a teenage boy. Even as a 200-year old shinigami, virile, ardently male, he still blushes when she takes him into her mouth. Ichigo, despite him making protest noises, actually makes no move to stop her, on the contrary, thrust his hips subtly to meet her lips. Rukia could feel the tremors building in his abdomen and thigh, and he's very close. She steadies his shaft, massaging its underside while she works on his head faster and faster until he releases in her mouth, "Rukia!"
Ichigo slumps back, heaving, and spent but not yet done. Rukia removes him from her mouth, gracefully - and as if, shyly - wiping a trail of thick semen. She looks up at his dazed face, feeling triumphant: it's great to remind him of her power, and then she climbs his body and rests her head against his chest, and tells him, "and now, we're even."
After a few seconds, Ichigo stirs, no, no, he thinks, now he really wants to fuck her against the wall.
His wife is curled against his body and she is warm. "How are you feeling, Rukia?" he asks and cuddles her. "Good," she answers simply, and he scowls, like she didn't just deep-throat him and swallow his cum.
"Good?" he repeats, suddenly Ichigo is positively thrumming with life again. Rukia's eyes open and lifts her head to peek at her husband, who's scowling at her. "What?" she asks. Her body is relaxed, Ichigo smoothened all her muscle kinks and her heart is beating at a healthy rate, and the morning sun feels good on her skin, and she's quite full, too, but she could do with a good tea and a toast for breakfast - she feels good. Ichigo's deep scowl turns slowly into a smirk, "ahh," he starts. Slow, languid, good-morning fuck be damned. He glances at the hanging clock on their bedroom wall - ah, that wall, he still has time. "We still have time," he tells her quietly, and his wife gets it, "oh."
Ichigo's smirk turns predatory, and Rukia remembers, her husband doesn't really have a refractory period. He takes her hand, kisses it, before securing her, and bolting out of their bed. Like what he initially planned, he holds her up against the wall (the hanging clock crashes beside them), and wraps her legs around his waist, and then kisses her lips, the underside of her jaw, before sliding down to her nipples to arouse them once more as he enters her - still too tight and too slick. He brings one of her legs above his shoulder so he could angle her better. "Ahh," Rukia, of course, has her arms around his neck and is hanging on his broad shoulders for support. She is meeting his lips and kisses him back just as enthusiastically. He eases into her and he always gives her time to adjust to his dick - it is a good dick, tastes good, too. She likes the upward curve, Rukia thinks fondly, it hits her spot every time, and his girth, she can always manage him stretching her. He's fully inside her, and he's throbbing so bad, "Rukia, what do you need?" he manages out, his forehead is against her. I'll do it, I'll do it. He'd like to move and thrust into her like a mad man but he needs to hear from her first, Rukia, still adjusting to him fully-sheathed inside her, whispers, "f-fuck me."
Then Ichigo gets to really fuck her against the wall.
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"Don't you need to run?" Rukia asks, while having breakfast with her husband. Ichigo boiled her a pot of light jasmine tea with sprinkles of freshly-chopped mint and one piece of perfectly-done buttered toast. Rukia refuses his plate of scrambled eggs - she's had enough protein, she says, so he gets to eat the eggs with a cup of plain black coffee.
"Morning sex kind of counts as a workout, Rukia," he says simply, taking his seat opposite her.
"Ahh."
Ichigo stares at his wife while she gracefully nibbles her toast - very much unlike how she takes his dick - alright, he stops the thought. Unfortunately, Rukia notices.
"What? Don't stare at me, I'll hit you."
Breakfast went by quietly after that, with a few quips, and Ichigo forcing his thoughts somewhere else because that was such a good fuck -stop!
They are both dressed for work, but they need to attend an assembly first with the other captain and vice-captain, so Rukia beckons him to tie his vice-captain armband around his arm and then he smoothens the hem of her haori in return, while saying something about her haori being too long or her being too short. She smacks him.
Before stepping out, "do you want to walk?" Rukia asks him, and he glances at their bedroom hanging clock, 8 AM, and then to the sky. It is good weather, nice blues and swirling white, not too hot.
"Looks like we have time," Ichigo reassures his wife and then holds out his hand which she takes.
(they actually didn't have time, it was already 10 am and he didn't know they broke the clock and it stopped at 8 AM, and they were late to the monthly captain and vice-captain assembly meeting but they got a pass because everyone felt them fucking early this morning)
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a/n: i'm ending this mini-slice of life headcanon-collection right here because i finally followed through with the title and covered the marriage basics. my favorite will always be chapter 2 (i'm allowed to have favorites, i think).
but i don't think my headcanons will stop but if i decide to write them, it will be in ao3. i'll probs consolidate my work over there.
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hey you, wherever you are and i hope you are fine, thank you for reading. ೭੧(❛▿❛✿)੭೨