Part II
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Her boss thinks nothing of it when she calls in sick in the morning.
It's not a lie per se. Rukia thinks she might actually be sick. Her body is burning up, feverish to touch and coated in a light sheen of sweat as dark hair sticks and plasters to naked skin. She feels warm and tingly. Her glands feel swollen and her head is throbbing.
With each flick of Ichigo's tongue at her weeping core, she wonders if it might actually be possible to die from overstimulation. Ichigo for one seems hell-bent on sending her to an early grave.
He is insatiable.
"Ah!"
In the dim lights just past daybreak, Rukia bucks her hips in time to the movement of his prodding tongue as he delves deep into her folds, licking and sucking at her wet heat like a man dying of thirst.
"You taste so good, Alpha."
His voice is the sweetest of sins, syrupy and thick with emotions and need as he drinks in more of her. The near reverent tone he uses makes her wet. Her slick surges past her puffy lips, as bottomless and infinite as water in the ocean as he moans appreciatively- satiated and determined to have his fill.
The alpha in her preens with glowing pride. A good alpha always provides.
Strong hands grip the sides of her thigh, holding them apart, keeping her spread and anchored as she sits on his face. Her fingers pinch and tweak at her nipples until they pebble. She mewls, body arching, biting down on her lips so hard she swears she tastes iron.
Fuck!
She is so close.
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"Such a good omega," she coos, "so attentive and devoted to your alpha."
Her words spur him on. She throws her head back, shrieking and writhing on top of him, a hand fisted tight at his fiery hair as his tongue curls and presses flat at her bundle of nerves.
The toe-curling euphoria that comes as she orgasms for the fifth time since his heat started makes it hard to focus beyond the gush of liquid heat that pools and seeps out of her. She grinds against him. The hollow ache between her legs makes her squirm as the torrent of slick and molten want spills.
Rukia breathes through her mouth, panting as she tries to catch her breath. Her legs are wobbly enough that she wouldn't trust herself to not fall flat on her face if she were made to stand. And her voice had long since gone hoarse from screaming.
Her body- spent and exhausted slumps forward with her mind still pleasantly buzzing from the surge of endorphins but Ichigo is there waiting. They are far from done.
His strong grip on her hips, the warmth radiating from the press of his palms against her heated skin steadies her, keeping her upright. Ichigo is there to catch her and his hot mouth is eager and greedy as he laps at her.
He moans and purrs at the slick dribbling past his lips, the heady and ripe taste of warm juices at the tip of his tongue. He presses a lazy kiss to the side of her inner thigh- once, twice before turning his attention back to her sopping pussy.
Rukia doesn't understand how she is still so stimulated, still so wet when she should be exhausted. The heat inspires physiological change in them. Rutting males especially, experience a heightened sense of libido and sensitivity to adrenaline. Ichigo's stamina is nothing to be scoffed at but they've been at it for hours now.
She pushes weakly against him, nudging at him for his attention, concerned that he might be overexerting himself.
But a sharp cry of protest stills her.
"A-Alpha," Ichigo growls, the hurt in his voice is unmistakable as his grip on her tightens. He tries to keep her on him, "S-Stay! Please! I want more!"
In his desperation, blunt nails dig into the meat of her hips, making Rukia hiss. She didn't think things through. Caught in the deep end of his heat, Ichigo thought his alpha was rejecting him. To an omega in heat, that would have been tantamount to the end of the world.
Her fingers comb through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp as she apologizes the only way she can, pressing more of herself against him. Her voice is soothing to him. Eventually Ichigo relaxes his grip when it becomes apparent that she isn't in any rush to get away from him.
The vibrations from his happy hums and the noises that he makes send her heart fluttering, a surge of warmth from feeling needed. She is irreplaceable. Ichigo needs her. Jolts of pleasure stimulate her sensitive clit as he picks up the pace, tongue swirling, still licking and sucking- unrelenting despite having just made her come, determined to show her just how much he craves her.
Her breath hitches. She wants to praise him, to tell him that she's more than honoured to be his alpha for this heat cycle but the words won't come. Her tongue is heavy and mind sluggish. She barely even has time to scream before her world turns white.
Rukia comes hard.
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Her body twitches in the aftermath, thrumming with a pleasant buzz as she loses control over her senses. The excess of her release drips down her thigh, staining the sheets, making a mess over Ichigo but he doesn't seem to mind and is determined to not let a single drop of it go to waste.
She keens and sighs, letting her mind wander as her body tries to recover from the heavy rush.
She is dimly aware of being lifted into Ichigo's arms, repositioned on his lap. Hot breath fans her cheeks. Their sweaty bodies press tightly against each other, front to front. His warmth is inviting as he holds on to her, cradling her against his chest. The ridges of his muscles contour themselves to her softness, his arousal hard and weeping pointed at her entrance. His lips slant against hers and she should blush at the thought of tasting herself on him but there is no place for shame when his fingers dig into her ass cheeks, the full length of his cock resting just outside her core.
The head glistens with precum as he coats it in her wetness. She chokes at the feel and size of it.
"Alpha," he nuzzles against her, "I-I need more."
Violet eyes widen, wetting her lips as she raises herself on his lap. She leans forward, catching his lips and deepening the kiss as her arms wrap themselves around him. She coaxes him to open his mouth, slipping her tongue in when he offers no resistance. It's in her nature to lead and dominate. The alpha in her wouldn't be appeased in any other way.
An alpha male would have raised hackles at the gesture- the grappling for control but Ichigo is content to leave her in charge, letting her control the depth and pace of the kiss as he follows and tries his best to accommodate.
The heated exchange ends with a sharp nip at his bruised lips.
"A-Alpha," Ichigo bucks his hips at her, frustrated by the sudden loss of contact. The whines quickly turn into breathless shudders when Rukia's hand grasp at his hardened length.
His eyes roll to the back of his head as she strokes and pumps him. Coyness echoes in her words as she teases, "Have you been good, Ichigo?"
"So good, Alpha. P-Please."
Ichigo has been so good to her, so attentive to her needs. Good omegas deserve to be rewarded.
With that thought in mind, she guides him inside her. The spill of excess slick, a mixture of her juices and his precum lubricates. In their state of arousal, moderation means nothing; her pussy greedily taking more of him into her until he is buried to the hilt.
Rukia shudders, her body stiffening at the feel of his fullness stretching her out, her walls clamping tightly against the sudden intrusion.
Ichigo is so big. He hasn't even knotted yet.
"A-Alpha?"
He whines and Rukia snaps back to attention at the feel of his warm exhales burning the side of her throat.
She is in control. She leans forward, palms laid flat on his chest, spreading her hips wide as she moves, rocking against him. She sets the rhythm to their coupling, going slower as shallow thrusts turn deep.
She hisses at the way his cock fills her. The sweet friction of it brushing against her clit feels so good that she can barely keep her eyes open, let alone think. At the way it hits her sweet spot when the angle tilts just right, she gasps.
What a heavenly way to die.
But Ichigo's loud moans ground her. His hands grab at her hips- the strong grip is definitely going to leave bruises, supporting her, keeping her steady when her pace begins to falter.
He shifts, sitting up, bringing their bodies closer together as he trails kisses down the column of her neck, his warm breath tickling her. Wet heat envelops her nipples. He alternates between them, eagerly sucking.
"Ahh!"
The new angle and Ichigo's touch on her heated body proves too much. Besides, she knows he is at his breaking point. She can feel the tenseness in him, the twitches and shudders inside of her as he whimpers, nuzzling at her scent patch, and licking at it.
Instincts and biological needs fuel his fervour as he nibbles at her earlobe, waiting on her for a reply. He wants to knot in her.
"P-Please," Ichigo whispers, his voice dripping with need and hunger.
"Y-Yes."
He doesn't need to be told twice. With a growl, he thrusts hard, making her see stars. Rukia feels it inside of her, his girth expanding and locking into her. The cock pulses, coating her insides with white-hot semen as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.
She whimpers at the sudden tightness, the spurt of fluids inside of her.
The scent of musk and slick is unmistakable. Here is something of hers and his mingling into a heavenly blend of arousal heady enough to make her moan. But scents aside, Rukia doesn't think she has ever seen a more erotic sight.
Their bodies linked and intertwined. Ichigo with his wild hair, eyes still glassy, bruises the shape of her lips covering his naked body, the plop! as his swollen mouth releases the nipple he had been suckling on- the thin trail of saliva still connecting them.
"Alp—"
She hushes him.
"It's Rukia."
Knotting is intimate. They are going to be stuck like this for a while. She thinks that he deserves to know her name at least.
"R-Rukia."
He bares his throat to her- an invitation for her to mark and claim him for herself. The alpha in her is tempted. Ichigo has been perfect, so good and obedient- letting her dominate and lead without a hint of protest. They fit so well together and the way his body gives pleasure to hers- from the innocent press of their lips together, right down to the squelch of their needy sex, the memory alone is enough to make her cry.
"Rukia."
She decides against it, placating him by only nipping shallowly. She nibbles at his collar bone, rubbing their scent glands together as she nuzzles against him, covering him in her scent. It should hold for now.
Fighting against instincts to mark and claim is not easy but Rukia likes to think she is better than just a mass of biological urges. She is in control and capable of rationality. Ichigo on the other hand, is in heat. He might think or even behave differently once he's out of it. He might not even want her there with him.
She should make the most out of it. There is no need to complicate things by forming emotional attachments. It's just fucking. The physical connection between them is undeniable and they are both getting something out of it.
Ichigo seems to sense her unease, nudging at her with the tip of his nose as her thoughts turn sobering.
"Rukia?"
At his tentative nudges, she simply shakes her head. Ichigo frowns but says nothing, choosing to bury his nose in her hair, breathing in her scent while idle fingers twirl at the ends of her hair. Rukia sighs, finally giving into exhaustion. She lets the warmth of his presence wash over her, lulling her into a deep sleep.
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When she comes to, she's in a bath tub. It's big enough to fit both of them. Ichigo is behind her, towering over her with her between his legs. His hands hold her tight while the hot water laps at their aching muscles.
Rukia is surprised. She thought that Ichigo would much rather stay sticky, keeping her close to him as he buries himself in her and her scent. Saying that though, she isn't about to question her good fortunes. It feels nice being clean for a change after god knows how long of rolling in a pool of sweat, slick and come.
The scent of his shampoo- sage and something woody fills the air as he squeezes it into his hands before massaging it onto her hair. His fingers dig lightly into her scalp, making her sigh with contentment. She leans back to rest her full weight against him, sinking deeper into the water.
His chuckles are dark and throaty and she tilts her head up to peer at him.
Rivulets of water slide down his chest. Water sloshes as he bends down to kiss the tip of her nose, locking gaze with her. The gesture seems rehearsed. Rukia can't explain how she's leaning into it, so comfortable with his warmth and presence.
The familiarity of it should scare her when they've only just met yesterday but for now, it only makes her sigh, willing to sink further into this strange domestic bliss.
A soft smile curls at the corners of his lips and she beams, mirroring it unbidden. She yearns for more of this.
"What's so funny?" she asks.
"Nothing," he tells her but not before sneaking another peck- this time on her lips, "I just feel happy."
"Why?"
The bob of his Adam's apple is almost hesitant as he nudges at her, huddling closer and Rukia's intake of breath is sharp and noisy when she feels his cock pressing into her from behind.
He pushes her hair to the side and plants a kiss to the back of her neck shyly. "I smell like you, Rukia."
She half turns, pressing her nose to the side of his neck as she sniffs. It's faint but it's there. Past the smell of scented shampoos and body washes, the vanilla-almond tinged memories of faded library books and rainy day lie-ins, traces of her linger.
There's a surge of warmth that envelops her. She feels stupid for even considering it in the first place.
She changes her mind.
An alpha keeps what she finds and Rukia Kuchiki has never stepped down from a challenge just because it's hard. Ichigo is worth it. He is so sweet, so good to her. Their connection- what they have even now is worth keeping and fighting for.
She is depraved. There is no other word for it. Even a marathon of sex and sore muscles cannot deter her as she climbs into his lap, fingers raking down his back with a predatory gleam in her eyes.
But she likes the way his pupils are suddenly blown wide- nothing more than a ring of burnished gold as they zero in on her. The brush of her nipples against his chest makes his breath hitch and he is so utterly helpless at the warmth of her hand around his cock. She leans in, stroking him. Her touch slides lower to cup and tease at his balls while the other slides into wet hair, drawing him closer.
"Say it again," she purrs, "I like the way you say my name, Ichigo."
She makes sure he screams her name at least twice before they leave the tub. By then the water has long since gone cold but Rukia's resolve has never burned hotter or stronger.
When this heat is over, she thinks; she will hear the truth from Ichigo himself about why he has been pretending to be an alpha. She will make him happy and release him from this burden he's set on himself. And then she will court him and woo him, pepper him with so much kisses and affection and take such good care of him- until he can't imagine life without her.
Ichigo is hers.
Even if he doesn't fully realize it yet.
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The mindless haze of fucking and rutting continues for days.
They leave no surface untouched in their depravity. The upholstery might need changing and she's pretty sure she is never going to look at a washing machine the same way again but that's a problem for future Rukia.
Ichigo is built for stamina, so devoted to making her feel satiated that she barely has the presence of mind to function, easily losing track of time as the cycle of fucking, cuddling, minimal sleeping repeats itself.
But an alpha provides. She is there to make sure Ichigo doesn't dehydrate himself, using a mixture of alpha wiles, careful cajoling and even withholding sex until he snacks on something, even if it's something as unhealthy as a chocolate bar.
On the fifth day though, she wakes up alone.
The smell of breakfast has never filled her with so much dread. The gigantic pile of dirty clothes- the nest is gone. All good things come to an end and though Rukia steels her heart knowing what is coming her way, the absence of him cuts deeper than expected.
She misses the warmth of being cradled in his arms as she wakes up to the sun on her face.
When she makes her way to the kitchen, unclothed and naked, she notes the tenseness in his shoulders, the refusal to meet her gaze and the awkward silence. And she knows- his heat has ended and it's the worst case scenario for her because he wants nothing to do with her.
Still, she feels the weight of his stare raking across her body, noting the faint cloud of pink dusting his cheeks before he clears his throat, pointedly looking away.
"I-I made breakfast," he gestures to the food laid out on the table, "I am not sure if you want your eggs scrambled or—"
"I'm going to take a shower," she announces suddenly, cutting him short.
Their eyes meet.
"You're more than welcome to join," she teases and makes sure to add an extra sway to her hips as she sashays away, her pace languid and unhurried. She knows he's watching; hears the sound of his sharp inhale as she bends down to retrieve a fallen towel from the floor.
She hides her smile, leaving the door open.
Ichigo can deny it all he wants but the spark is there. He is very much attracted to her.
Her hand reaches for the faucet, twisting it and letting the water run. She almost feels bad for him. Poor Ichigo has no idea who he's up against.
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Hese's corner:
Happy belated birthday to Vero! This week sucked, so sorry but no updates on Beyond .
On a happier note, IIHWE draws ever closer. People are you ready?! If you haven't already decided on joining, this is that sign you've been looking for! Get cracking! It's less than 2 weeks away!
Anyways, Rukia is an alpha. She knows what she wants and goes after it because she can. Maybe slightly ooc compared to canon-verse but in keeping with the premises here, she is in-character. Besides, I say let her be assertive and dominant for a change. In the words of Ari, no hand-wringing because she deserves him. They deserve each other. xD
P.S. Rukia is not in heat.