AN: Hi guys! Sorry about the late update, I know my excuses don't matter to you but I've just had a lot of lack in confidence lately. I love Tumblr, but sometimes it feels like it sucks my freedoms away from me.
FYI, mature content ahead. As always I tried something new with it. The subject of the fic is finally implemented in this chap (yoga), and drama~.
I would like to thank my great friend Sarisama (mi-vida-mi-cielo), for beta-ing this chapter and becoming my new beta. She's such an amazing person, not only beta-ing but motivating me, giving me inspiration, and having overall brilliant ideas. She's my nee-sama! I sadly couldn't get a hold of her in time to finalize this right after I finished it, and I wanted to get it out as soon as possible, so I'm sorry for any grammatical errors :(.
"Hey." Ichigo took a breath, exhaling as he greeted and her dulcet voice followed suit like an echo. Happy warm smiles were on both of their faces as they moved closer to each other naturally, it was as if the strongest magnet in the world decided to stand between them at that moment, and they were opposite poles. Without even thinking, Ichigo leaned down, placing his large hand on the small of her back, while she leaned forward, placing her dainty hands around his neck as they met together in an embrace. As Rukia craned her head to place a kiss on Ichigo's cheek, Ichigo made to move in for a kiss on Rukia's inviting lips. The awkward improvisation, leading amber to gaze upon indigo, their faces a breath apart and intimately close.
Rukia stumbled back in the hallway of his apartment looking away with a blush and a small frown, while Ichigo's brain yelled for damage control as he tripped over his words trying to fix the situation.
"M-my bad, uh.. I didn't mean to Rukia." He coughed, clearing his dry throat as he looked away himself, burying one of his hands in one of his pockets and the other scratching the back of his head nervously. Of course only Rukia could make him act like an embarrassed school boy.
What the hell was he thinking?
"I-It's alright…"
Ichigo furrowed his brows suspiciously, normally she would tell him not to do it again with a hard look and that would be it… what's going on in her little head today?
"Anyways," Rukia beamed now full of energy, placing her palms akimbo on her waist proudly, "are you going to let me in so we can get this started?"
Ichigo's eyebrows lifted and at that moment his brain finally computed what she was wearing. Rukia had on maroon loose linen drawstring joggers and a plain brown t-shirt that was cut at the sides to look like a muscle-t their gyms logo resting across its front in big letters. Her silky raven hair happened to be quickly knotted at the top of her head. She looked cute. Ichigo thought she looked beautiful in whatever she wore, but it wasn't exactly what he had in mind to say the least…
Giving a disappointed sigh, he shook it off and smiled back at the girl in front of him who decided she waited long enough for his welcome and walked in herself, consequently dumping her duffle bag full of torture equipment on the floor.
Straightening back up, Rukia gave him a pensive stare before tapping her manicured finger to her rose colored lips, then she walked up closely to his casually standing form.
"You're hurt." She whispered, gently touching the bruises on his face solemnly.
"Obviously." He scoffed, crossing his arms with a sarcastic grin. "I was in a professional fight with a bloodthirsty maniac who was trying to rip me limb from limb earlier today. If you haven't forgot."
"Asshole." She reciprocated his smirk after her eyes deadpanned in response to his reply.
He had been staring at her with amusement twinkling in his amber eyes, at least, that was until she started placing her small soft fingers on his chest and abs slowly. He sucked in a large breath of air, when she sharply pulled up a good grip of his shirt leaving part of his steely tanned abs exposed. He would've contemplated her actions as sexual advances, if not for the look of scrutiny on her fair face, as she looked at the wrapped bruise over his ribs.
"What are you doing?" Ichigo breathed out, trying to reign in his voice from a husky gruff, his muscles clenching and his fists tightening in his shorts pockets, as her fingers lightly feathered below his exposed naval before pulling on the draw string of his shorts. Her face still had the façade of a professional doctor doing an examination.
All business it seemed.
"Hmm. I knew you wouldn't know how to dress for today." Rukia snorted, finally ending the movement of her curious hands and smirking up at her handsome friend. Bemusement flashed on her features at his hard scowl. "What's wrong?"
Ichigo chuckled incredulously, shaking his head before pulling her into his arms, eliciting from her a surprised closed-mouthed squeak as he forced her to feel every inch of him and the heat she ensued with just the touch of her hands, and a few of her coy looks. He nuzzled the side of her neck before groaning out his words. "Call me a pervert but you know I don't like it when you touch me like that and don't mean it. Did you forget what you do to me?" He questioned, daringly sliding his palm up her thigh before wrapping the limb around his waist so she could really get a feel of the quickly hardened member rubbing against her.
"Ichigo." Rukia tried to whisper, cringing inwardly as it came out more like a moan.
He quietly huffed out a laugh.
His lips and teeth continued to ghost and caress her pale neck, kissing up and down the column as she moaned more, and the delicious friction got the better of her previous resolve as his other hand palmed a handful of her ass. He'd been dreaming about her flesh on his for days.
Rukia placed her hands on his chest, "S-Stop Ichigo."
"See," he said with a slightly disappointed sigh and non offending almost placating smile. Obviously knowing she was going to stop them before hand but hoping nonetheless. He made his point and let go of her body completely. Ichigo didn't give her a backward glance as he pulled a hand through his hair and turned to get some ice water.
"W-wait, I mean.." Rukia sighed as he continued walking, running a hand into her own ebony mane while nibbling on her lip. She had come to show him that she was ready for a relationship, but here she went making it worse.
Before, they would've easily tumbled into a make out session of grinding and dirty words that would've ended with Rukia laughing at their lack of control, and Ichigo with a scowl and a rock hard erection that he'd have to appease on his own. He'd eventually laugh with her but warn her that the next time they wouldn't stop, that she'd be the one begging for it.
She eventually learned to stop jumping on his lap or wearing barely any clothes around him, when they really did almost go too far one day in his college dormitory.
That was how it started, she on his lap teasing him with arousing movements while he was trying to watch a soccer game, then acting innocent when he asked what she was doing.
Okay so maybe she got pleasure from tormenting him and making him uncomfortable.
She soon regretted it when they ended up on the couch, she was only left in her panties and he only in his pants, that they were currently trying they're hardest to pull down in the middle of a mind-blowing liplock, that, led to his suckling and biting on her breasts as he chuckled at her whimpered impatience, his fingers already guiding themselves up and down her clothed slit and readying to actually touch skin, before a few of his nameless roommates, thankfully none of their mutual friends, walked in on them.
After that mortifying incident, they both limited themselves to just barely there kisses and affectionate hugs and touches. Things close best friends would do, minus the kisses of course, unless both of them wanted to take it further. That line hadn't been breached until the night they got drunk and now.
It wasn't her fault that she had forgotten how responsive he was when she touched him that way!
The petite raven haired woman cursed herself with a palm down her face, before heaving a breath of resignation. That shouldn't be enough to ruin the night.
With a tired shrug of her shoulders she took out some items from her bag and got started with readying the living room. Rukia was sure he could clearly see her from the kitchen as it led out into the living room, but she tried to not allow that to bother her as she continued to prepare for their session.
She moved along with her business, humming a pop song that she heard on the radio. Deciding that she'd speak to him about everything when he's ready. Meaning she resigned herself to telling him her decision after they'd finished yoga. It would probably help keep his mind centered on one topic, and she would have more time to think of the best way to go about it until then.
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In the kitchen Ichigo was cursing himself just as much, no, more. "I'm such a fucking idiot." He groaned, slamming his face into the cabinet doors. "I told her I'd try." But it's so hard. He groaned again, leaning off the cabinet with a pained expression to watch Rukia float around gracefully setting up the living room.
He had to look away sharply, hissing curses under his breath when she bent over to mess with the stereo, her firm backside tempting even in the loose pants she wore. Curse him for being an ass man.
He turned to flip up the tap none too elegantly, and filled his glass with water, chugging it down in record time before pushing off against the counter with a huff of frustration.
"All right. I promised, I'd try." Ichigo stood upright before shaking both of his hands through his hair.
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The sound of soft winds, tender touches of a Biwa, and whispers of a Hocchiku greeted him as he walked slowly into the living room. He guessed that it was coming from the stereo but the sound was so crisp and clear that if he closed his eyes he would fully believe that the music was being played by the musicians themselves directly beside him.
Rukia had turned down the lights, closed the curtains and lit fresh cherry blossom scented candles all along the loft. The furniture had been pushed away from the middle of the room where two long mats resided across from each other. One purple and the other orange.
Ichigo's eyebrows were drawn up his head as he took everything in, surprised at how instantly relaxed his body became just from the ambiance.
"Wow."
"I know right." A warm, distinctly smug voice chuckled beside him, making Ichigo's body jump slightly.
"Jeez Ru-Ruu…" His voice died on his tongue as he got a heated eyeful of what she was wearing. The petite raven haired woman had stripped out of her previous clothing ( which most likely had been under her clothes the whole time ) and replaced it with a one strapped canary yellow sports bra, that had a large tear drop shaped cut down the strap and to the top of her modest chest. The bra did wonders to her already magnificent breasts, making the cleavage plump together slightly between the hole. There were also cuts in the fabric along the sides that showed a teasing amount of skin and came down to just above her belly button.
Her milky unblemished skin shinned in the glow of the candles. A belly chain hung gracefully along her tiny waist and folded over the delicious curves of her hips, it glinted and chimed playing along with her movements. The lovely adornment, helped emphasize a beautiful matching lapis lazuli jewel that dangled exquisitely from her navel.
Seeing the belly ring for the first time, Ichigo's eyebrows crinkled down into his infamous scowl. "When….did you get THAT?!" He yelled pointing at it, as if offended by its mere existence.
And in a way he had to admit he was!
Rukia, whose cheeks were tinted slightly at the lustful look in his lingering appraisal, blinked quickly out of her daze and tensed at his irate attitude. "What the hell Ichigo? You sound like Nii-sama!" She replied indignantly, a disgusted inflection tipping the end of her voice at the very thought of them being the same in anyway.
"You told your brother about this?" He asked, his voice mellowing as his irritation became overshadowed by shock. His finger brushed against the jewelry making Rukia's stomach flutter and a small gasp leave her mouth that he thankfully didn't notice.
She pushed his hand aside before he could do it again.
"N-No, of course not! And don't you dare tell him." She pointed demandingly while he just cocked an eyebrow. Of course he wouldn't tell, why would he? Telling the only man alive who was as cold as an iceberg — and had just as many expressions as one, that his sister had any embellishments that could get her called out of her name by the elders of their family, would lead him to a death too horrible to even think about, while Rukia, the one who made the decision, only got a 'stern' talking to. "I just meant that usually you're up for doing anything that goes against my brother's wishes." She smirked slightly, cocking a brow of her own and pointing to the tiny tattoo of a icy blue snowflake at the back side of her left hip.
Ichigo scoffed with a roll of his eye and petulantly crossed his arms like a child, "This is different." He huffed.
"Why is it?" Rukia sighed as she shoved past him down to the living room toward her bag.
"Uh, um.." Ichigo stuttered as he got an eyeful of the tight formfitting grey yoga pants she was wearing.
Groaning under his breath as he felt his arousal rear its ugly head as she bent over, yet again. The feeling was as much a blessing as it was a curse. It was the one thing he hated most of the time about being a man though he hadn't ever had much problem with it before. Sure he'd notice the attractive features of women for the most part enjoying them like any normal heterosexual male would but he'd never had raging wood or the desire to masturbate beyond curiosity until he met Rukia. She was an enigma. He lusted over her like no ones business and even till this day he was afraid of the intensity of his desire for her. Not only did he want to be close to her, know her in and out, be her best friend, have her heart and her love, and be the only person she could depend on at an almost disturbingly possessive level - his immaturity ringing true when he'd treat her like his favorite toy that he was extremely stubborn against anyone touching. But the way he wanted her sexually scared the shit out of him in its own right.
Flicking his eyes over to the cream walls of his home instead, he continued thinking up an answer with the picture of her backside blazing in his mind as distraction.
"Well?" Rukia insisted.
Well?
She was the essence of everything he desired in a woman: strong, independent, seductive, feisty, unbreakable yet someone he could protect and begrudgingly be protected by, someone who had the same since of humor as him, truthful... the list could go on. Superficially her body was beyond perfect, even though it was irritating that he had to strain to reach her for a hug or a kiss, he loved how small and petite she was, she was his midget. They fit perfectly when they cuddled and just sat in each other embrace, her smallness just made the sex better, he could flip their positions with a flick of his elbow and even though she looked like she could break under his larger frame, she actually was more insatiable than he was.
And not that it ever truly mattered to him, but he always thought she was ridiculously beautiful, fucking beautiful, heartbreakingly beautiful, the adjective changing with age. Her eyes. Her deep blue, no purple - violet? Eyes that voiced feelings only he could see. It didn't take long after their small meetings as kids - that were always a train wreck and had them hating each other about until their teens - until he could easily break down the barrier she put over her eyes to read her thoughts, her heart.
She was everything to him. That fact alone was the main reason he hadn't given up. He couldn't live without her even if he tried, so it was better this way even if he lived a life of torture from her endless sadistic teasing and a constant erection that could poke holes in concrete like a warm knife through butter. She was there to cheer him on, his number one cheerleader, that was all that mattered.
If only the pipsqueak understood that. He sure won't tell her. That be just begging for his balls to be removed and in her palm and god knows she'd just love that.
"Because I wasn't there with you." He growled, chancing a glance back at her and praying that she was in a less appealing position.
Thankfully she was, but sadly she was glaring at him instead. "I don't have to do everything with you Ichigo, you know." She said shoving some clothes in his hands.
"Well you should! What the hell is this?" He asked as he was pushed back from the force she put in handing the clothes to him.
"Ichigo don't be difficult and just go and put on the pants. They're called mana pants, believe it or not, a lot of men do yoga." Rukia smirked teasingly, "You might want to take off your shirt too so that your ribs are able to breathe more throughout the exercise, your injury will make it harder for you to do somethings and it won't help with that tight shirt on."
"Alright then Kuchiki, just don't ogle me too much." Ichigo winked as he started to walk away towards his room, without thought, gaining a scoff from the short beauty.
He was a hypocrite all right.
Rukia sighed with her hip cocked and her arms crossed. Ichigo could tell her small bare foot was just waiting to start tapping and complete the irritated look she was giving. "What is it this time midget?" He asked with a bored look, used to her tantrums at this point.
He moved into the room casually but at a safe distance away from her, the conscious movement showing he's tangled with the small woman this way before and got beaten with the bitter end of the stick, sometimes literally.
"Oh I don't know Ichigo," she started fictitiously while studying her nails, "maybe I'm a little annoyed because I've been standing here waiting for you to get out the bathroom for the past, oh... I don't know, 30 minutes and have already listened to the whole Kroumata CD on my ipod!" Rukia huffed. "What was the hold up?"
A very faint blush started to show on Ichigo's cheeks as he thought back to what he was doing. His scowl came back full force to cover it as he tried to will the reactive thoughts away. "I was just changing my bandages." He coughed and looked away once he spotted lengthy lashes narrowing together skeptically.
"Ichigo," Oh shit, Ichigo started sweating profusely, that was her Kuchiki no nonsense voice. "Do I look like I was born yesterday." She knows! Shake it off with a joke, c'mon Kurosaki. You can do this, you're the master of deflection.
"Aw Rukia give it a couple more years and you'll get out of the toddler height range." He answered with a wry chuckle, his index finger scratching his cheek distractedly.
"I AM NOT TODDLER HEI- shut up Ichigo!" Rukia exhaled swiftly, composing herself before rolling her eyes back up to his amused form, "I know you were back there trying to figure out a way to get out of this."
"Uhh.." She wasn't even close.
"I'm sorry Ichigo, but this is the best bet for you if you want something lasting to get rid of your muscle aches. It will bring relaxation to your soul." She stated standing completely straight with her back slightly arched and her hands gracefully moving to a praying position. Her face was completely serene, a great contrast to her huffing and puffing a few seconds ago.
Ichigo arched a brow but didn't say anything lest he get her going to what he was actually doing. "What can I say? When you're right, you're right Kuchiki."
Her brow twitched at his condescending tone but she refrained to move from her position to swat him, "Just get your ass over here and start with me."
Ichigo sighed, feeling stupid that he didn't actually try and look for a way out of this while he was in the bathroom but thankful that he did end up taking those pain pills, this crap was gonna hurt. At least with what he achieved thanks to thoughts of the beautiful woman next to him, he was able to shave off his frustration a little bit.
"So, what are we going to start first?" Rukia asked seemingly to herself as she puckered and started tapping her index finger to her lips.
"I don't really care where we start," Ichigo stated sluggishly as his attention was turned to the luscious flesh credited to her movement. She was now biting her small but full pouty red lips in an unconsciously sensual manner, sucking the fuller bottom lip in before pouting them out and letting her tiny pink tongue peek through the crease and drag along the length of her mouth's edges teasingly.
"Hmm..." Ichigo's eyebrows lowered lower than ever before as the raven hair woman moved from foot to foot as she started poking the side of her mouth with her tongue and made thought filled moaning noises. Sadly them being thought filled didn't compute into Ichigo's mind. The things she could do with that warm little mouth... What the hell is she doing?
Ichigo's eyes moved up as her chin tilted to the ceiling, her inky lashes sweeping her cheek bones as her small pink tongue took a long swipe over her open top lip as if she were thinking over something peculiar.
'Thinking something peculiar' his ass, the little twerp was doing this on purpose. "Give it a rest Rukia, I'm sure you've gotten everything planned out already." Ichigo ground, squeezing his eyes tight as he tried to kill the images of her delicious tempting lips connecting with two heads. The one his mouth was connected to and... Shit!
"What do you mean Ichigo?" Rukia asked blankly, her big violet eyes lighting up innocently. That twinkle in her eye...
"Wa-wait...I know that look." His amber eyes narrowed.
"Look? What look?" She replied with a simple head tilt. She was definitely messing with him.
"That look!" He pointed like a mad man, his eyes wide as he moved around fretful, "Does that mean you knew what I was doing in the bathroom then?" Ichigo yelled his face incredulous as she pursed her lips.
"Of course, we talked about this baka, you were trying to find a way to get out of yoga with me today. Isn't that right?" Rukia couldn't help smirking a little. Did he really think she wouldn't have gone to check on him what with how many times she's busted into his room when he was a teenager, and in his house as an adult. She blushed when he slid a palm down his face, remembering the sound of his voice moaning her name. It brought a tight coil to her lower stomach as her thoughts became begrudgingly inappropriate.
She cleared her throat.
"Okay, so I just decided that we're going to do some deep breathing exercises first. Since we're standing we'll do the mountain pose to start off. Then well get into some stretching poses and alternate between beginner yoga poses and stretches." Rukia pepped, a bright smile on her face as she stated everything on her itinerary. Ichigo was right, she already thoroughly planned her night with him out. She was a Kuchiki, it was the normal thing to do.
Ichigo just groaned in response, finally taking a step on the orange mat in front of Rukia and standing in a straight but slightly slouched position with his arms crossed. Even so, bare foot, Ichigo was yet again amused at how much smaller Rukia was compared to him. She was already a little over 2 feet shorter than him since he kept growing after 18 to finally stand at 6'3 and she... didn't. Something she would indignantly rant about whenever given the chance. It didn't help that his build became a little wider thanks to boxing and although the raven haired beauty had a perfect athletic build thanks to yoga, she was still really petite so not much muscle could show or build. It was justifiably comical when people saw them standing next to each other and arguing.
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Rukia's eyes narrowed at the orange haired buffoon's deceivingly handsome smirk, knowing exactly what he was thinking. The little woman puffed out her chest and tilted her chin to trick her height a bit. She will not be mocked!
Clearing her throat again she continued on with the lesson, "Stand straight and put your hands to your sides but keep them relaxed." The annoyingly extremely attractive male in front of her did just that. His back was slightly arched and his neck was perfectly high on the first try. Rukia knew he had almost perfect posture thanks to boxing, so this wasn't too much of a surprise. "Okay, take a deep breath in through your nose and start rolling you shoulders backwards, before you drop them, exhale through your mouth." She breathed out pleasantly, doing the action herself to give as example as she explained while the refreshing sounds of a wooden flute along with the wildlife of nature played in the background.
Ichigo was slowly becoming relaxed, the flute from Rukia's ipod was making his body feel light and fluid like water, everything inside him felt like it was starting to flow freely. The smell of cherry blossoms was pleasant, and Rukia's voice in these calming moments had always been melodious enough to relax him into sleep. Lazily staring at her soft hands made him feel as if she were running her fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp. God he loved it when she did that.
"Now pull your arms back behind your back hyper extended, stretching them out to the limit you're comfortable with, pulling in a breath along with the movement and adjusting your arms to reach high above your head until they meet in the middle. Touch you're palms together as you exhale, slowly relax your body, release your core and finally rest in a prayer position." Rukia projected with her body and words, visibly showing Ichigo that her abs were tightening as she hyper extended and he copied her exactly.
Rukia gave him a small smile, he always caught on to things really quickly and she was proud of him. Not just for doing the yoga but winning and proving himself today.
He caught onto what she was saying in her eyes and smiled genuinely back. The moment seemed to have broken with the comical grin Rukia quickly cracked into as the both continuously did the breathing exercise, but Ichigo just rolled his eyes knowing that it hadn't lost it's meaning at all.
Maybe this was a good idea...
Bad idea! Bad fucking idea! Worst fucking idea ever! Ichigo's mind screamed as Rukia Kuchiki, sex minx extraordinaire and professional tease posed in the next most provocative yoga pose he'd ever seen!
Fuck!
Oh jolly, that seems like a great idea Ichigo! I'd love to!
Well let's get right to it then Ms. Kuchiki!
More like, "So did you get that Berry or was it too difficult for you?" Rukia barked, looking between her legs to get a glimpse at his face.
Rukia got a glare in response, his hand was covering his face while his other tensed, bulging arm was crossed over himself holding it up. Rukia bit her lip to keep herself from grinning at noticing his heated eyes looking at her, barely covered by his orange fringe. The slight peek of a blush making her feel victorious.
"Is this how you get so many men in your classes?" Ichigo growled, closing his eyes as he exhaled roughly and ran a frustrated hand through his hair to rid him of his contempt towards the men in her class. So much for relieving himself in the bathroom, Rukia got him aroused again but this time his hard on came back with a vengeance, weeping every time she put her flexible little body into a new crazy yet erotic pose. After six different poses he felt like he was ready to explode and his control was wearing thin. The flexibility of this woman was ridiculous, it really didn't help his mind from wandering to other rousing positions she could be in.
I hate her, I hate her , I hate her. Damn you Rukia!
The minx shrugged, "Well you did whine about the first poses being too easy. Is it getting too difficult for you now?" She asked, her head tilted to the side with her large violet eyes wide and a cute pout to her lip, "Too much pressure under the belt?" Rukia licked her lips as she eyed his crotch, quickly looking back at his face to smirk while coyly biting her lips.
Ichigo stood there stunned and more than a little embarrassed as she eyed him suggestively, "Whaa-"
"You know, because of your injuries right?" Rukia smiled, "I told you to take off your shirt, that could be why."
Ichigo blinked multiple times trying to catch up to where she was at in the conversation.
"C'mon, take it off so we can move on." The raven haired woman huffed, waving her hand to entice him to move faster and smiling beautifully when he fumbled in trying to figure out what he should do.
"Ichigo.." She groaned.
"Okay, okay. Calm your cute little head." He huffed smiling at her smile before lifting the hem of his shirt.
Rukia's smile dropped and she couldn't control the large intake of air - thankfully noiseless - that she inhaled as Ichigo's thick arms flexed and stretched, her slowly widening eyes watching the black hem of his shirt lift over his head. His perfect chiseled abs clinched and rolled, his pectorals jumped and his collar bone strained before his devastatingly handsome face finally peeked out of the cotton. She was a lucky girl.
Ichigo shook out his perfectly tousled locks as he balled up his black compression shirt with large hands gripped and straining with the tension of a fighter. All of this was done graceful yet ruggedly to show his undeniable levels of masculinity as he threw the cloth carelessly about the room and stood straight with a distracted flick of his nose, his calloused thumb quickly scratching the flesh.
Amber eyes looked up innocently as he once again righted his stance after straightening his low ridding pants back on his narrow hips. The strong cleft pointing down the dangerous path to his groin making Rukia's stomach clinch and her mouth go dry.
A minute of silence passed as Rukia tried her darndest to get her self together from staring at his sun kissed tensing chiseled abs and flexing arms but it seemed that Ichigo checked in on reality first as she jumped at the sound of his chuckle slash snort.
"Hmm, who's scratching the walls now Kuchiki Rukia." Ichigo's silky voice purred, chuckling cockily when her cute face slowly burned to a alarmingly red hue. "Oh now you don't usually get that red unless I bend you over and pull out my-"
"Shut up Ichigo, and just get into the fucking pose!" The ravennette screamed shrilly, embarrassment completely coating her voice as her body stood ridged and her eyes clinched shut, willing and pleading for the memories to go away. It was only a couple times!
Her petite body trembled, betraying the small woman as it begged for the memory to reenact again. No, No, NO!
Ichigo chuckled with a wry grin on his face before saluting with two pointed fingers. He bent low, tentatively waiting for any pain from his ribs, feeling nothing he energetically prepared himself in the desired position before speaking once more, "Fine, fine. Though I don't understand the anger. If I remember correctly you were the one begging me to-"
"Ichigo!" She squeaked. Who was she kidding.
"Alright, alright." He finally conceded, a little more merciless in embarrassing her than she was of him, but much dirtier. Paybacks a bitch, Rukia.
Rukia sighed, keeping her thighs from squirming. She was done with this game, it wasn't working out the way she wanted and it only felt like she was giving mixed messages. At least the yoga went smoothly enough. Ichigo looked more relaxed than he had in a while as his limbs moved lithely into the correct places with small fallacies here and there.
It was now or never and she's wanted this for too long. As seen from Ichigo's tented arousal he would say the same thing, not bashful enough to cover it around her anymore but who would blame him when he had a nearly raging one 24/7 that she was around him. Despite what he thought, she could be merciful too, awed at his virtue and stubborn principle, despite how often he told her how much he wanted her, he never went farther than what she allowed.
She felt like a bitch, all of the blatant teasing was done out of her amusement or insecurity, he deserved better and now she was going to give it to him.
"How does this look oh great and wise sensei?" Ichigo huffed, feeling the all too familiar yet pleasant ache in his muscles as they tightened in the odd position he was in. Who woulda thought yoga could be a work out? Ichigo smiled at his joke, waiting for the customary but all too amusing reply from his witty little Rukia.
Yes he was possessive, wasn't it obvious by now? It didn't matter to him that he looked like a fool since they weren't together, as stated - he'd be a fool for her any day as long as he got to be in her presence.
"It actually looks good Ichigo, just needs a few adjustments." She gave with her voice full of rueful mirth. He didn't have to look up to know that she was rolling her eyes and a small grin was shaped prettily on her face.
Grunting a reply, Ichigo prepared himself to move, but instead flinched at the feel of cool soft hands gliding down his arm, down the hardened to steel and firm muscle of his bicep to stop at his ridged and wiry forearm. "Here." She breathed, her warm sweet breath in his ear, and Ichigo couldn't help the deep growl/groan that couldn't make it past his chest, as she moved his arm to the correct placing. Hearing it, Rukia trembled slightly, she knew exactly what that sound meant. She'd heard it too many times in the bedroom, right before he...
Rukia smoothed her small hands up his smooth shoulder and down his toned hard back, flashes and memories of her nails embedded and scratching down the hardened wide skin, feeling it move and tense in her hands in the warm night, had her panties instantly wetter. Ichigo's back tensed when he felt her hands ball into fists at the end of his spine, but before he could question her they quickly moved back up to his shoulders.
"Widen your stance," Rukia breathed out almost panting before catching herself. She kicked her small foot in between his for direction and he quickly did as told, the hunch in his shoulder told her he could feel the change in her attitude.
Rukia, who was positioned at the side of him and slightly straddling one of his legs, leaned her body over his until she was draped over his back. "You should be able to hold me up with ease in this pose," She whispered, her eyes hooding as she felt him tense more, undoubtedly from the feel of her lips brushing the sensitive skin of his neck as she spoke. She knew either his patience would run thin or he would understand what she wanted after what she'd do next.
The beautiful violet eyed woman wrapped her petite arms around his torso, flattening the small palm of her hand over his chest as she did so. Her movements were unhurried, determined, yet soft and teasing as she pulled her cool flesh down his heated front, feeling his heartbeat hammer and his body tense more, like a spring ready to fly or a lion ready to pounce; while her heart seem to slow and her body only relaxed. It was funny how they would always contrast.
"Rukia," Ichigo whispered roughly, though the crack in his voice was undeniable no matter how soft it was, as her hands moved lower and lower, nails pulling on the skin of his abdomen until she finally stopped at the flesh just below his belly button. Her legs felt like jelly as she took in the deeply controlled heavy breaths of her oldest friend, biting her lip to calm her urges as her breasts squeezed against the thin cotton of her sports bra and flattened even more on his hard back. Now that she thought about it, it had been a little cold in the room...
"Pull your abdominals in more to your center and squeeze as you inhale, let go slowly as you exhale." She instructed and he did as she asked with obvious inner struggle.
Rukia couldn't control her self from squeezing her thighs together over his leg to finally try and ease the pressure pounding at her raised clit, her panties soaked more than ever as she felt his intake and outtake of breath more than she saw. She couldn't help the memory of feeling his pelvis breathe just as heavily against her, making her small hands move lower than she intended...
Ichigo sprung up, completely out of his yoga stance to stand tall and upright. The abrupt movement caused Rukia to jump and a surprised yelp leave her lips as she slipped, but before she could fall, strong arms encompassed her tiny waist keeping her still before she righted herself.
Rukia felt herself shiver in his arms while she tried to catch her breath, her mind still dazed from her memories and the uncomfortable ache in her lower body, that she didn't even feel Ichigo hands squeeze her in an almost bruising grip, feel his golden amber eyes molting over her wanton form, or hear his labored breaths and tensed body begging for control.
Ichigo let go of her suddenly and the small woman was forced to steady herself from the aggressive way he pushed her away.
"Fuck!" The bright haired man yelled, pulling at his hair as anger and frustration permeated off of him in waves. He seemed to battle with himself for a while, pacing back and forth while rubbing his haggard hands down his face and hair in a depleted manner. His movements still graceful yet powerful in its exhaust of emotion. It took Rukia a minute but she slowly grasped the situation and her hazed mind was becoming less muddled with lust. "Rukia you need to leave now." Ichigo snarled, his body still turned from her.
"Wh-wha, why?" She stuttered, feeling hurt by his command.
"You can't keep fucking doing that to me anymore Rukia!" Ichigo heaved as she flinched, finally turning to her and simultaneously showing his face full of pent up control and anger. Yet as his eyes glided down her panting body all she could see was desire. "You keep pushing the boundaries of our relationship, that you formed, knowing how much I fucking l..love you, and yet all this seems like it's just a game for you to play!"
He could take her teasing but that was too much. Kissing he could handle, looks, touches, suggestive words, but what she was doing there... it just made him feel more like shit. He wanted her, he wanted her so bad and she knew it. She said they were done doing that crap, knowing she was playing with his feelings but she just does it anyway? It was starting to just feel like a sick joke at this point. He knew she wasn't that type of person, but he was beyond confused to think rationally.
"Ichigo you know that's not how it is!" Rukia yelled.
"Oh is it Kuchiki? I wouldn't have known, it was hard to differentiate what with your hand sliding to my cock just now and yet you made it blaringly obvious when you walked in the door that you didn't want any of my advances!"
Rukia felt a pain in her heart; she knew she was sending mixed messages but she didn't realize that trying to show that she wanted him would be pushing too far. But then again who was she kidding, Ichigo was as oblivious as they come. Telling him what she wanted would have been the better bet.
"I-I'm sorry Ichigo," Rukia cried out, "I just.. I just didn't know how to tell you." She lamented, her teary doe eyes watering from annoyance in herself and frustration, looking away from his ashamedly as she ran a hand through her ebony tresses.
"Tell me...what?" Ichigo asked quietly, regretting his words instantly, his brain spewing colorful curses at himself, when he saw the look on her face. His heart pounded with hope nonetheless at her words, though he reined it back quickly, knowing better after all of the disappointment he'd went through before. Seeing her stand there unsure of herself and with guilt seemingly voicing itself off of her, Ichigo prayed that what she had to say was good, he didn't think he could handle another wall put between his heart and hers.
Ignoring his question, Rukia instead gathered her composure with an exhale and walked up to him slowly, her eyes darting about and her hands sliding down her back as if she was gathering back all of her ruthless confidence and determination that borne the feistiness that was the epitome of Kuchiki Rukia. But even hidden behind that, seeing her broken down to the true fragility hidden behind her feistiness in a manner he'd seen very rarely - and fleetingly at that on most occasions, had him speechless.
Ichigo stared down at her with obvious confusion shown in his amber eyes, but didn't deny her when she stepped on her tip toes in front of him and palmed his strong jawed face in her hands. Her beautiful esoteric sapphire eyes shown with words that she couldn't speak, the weight of his heart floored as he read them like a book while her small hands slowly brought his chin down.
"I'm ready Ichigo, I love you," Rukia said, sliding one of her hands into his orange locks and finally placing her soft red lips on his own firm slightly open ones. Ichigo's heart soared, he couldn't believe his ears, but he could surely feel the way her small lips moved numbly at first, and then as if she had a surge of determination, crashed desperately and passionately against his own.
The orange haired man had no choice but to reciprocate as their lips moved soundly, a soft moan releasing itself from Rukia's throat when he slid his tongue over the crease of her sweet lips. She nibbled on his bottom lip before opening her mouth to him, allowing his larger tongue to crash into her mouth and rub with hers in a wet but completely arousing kiss. Realizing the seriousness of her intentions, Ichigo released a pent up heavy moan, opening his mouth wider as he deepened the intensity of the kiss.
Ichigo made to move his hands to slide along her waist and bring her closer, but was stopped by one of her own. The small delicate limb a great comparison to his large rough one and he couldn't help but feel like he wasn't good enough to touch her.
Those thoughts were eradicated when she slid his hand down her naked flat stomach over the light jewelry and down into her yoga pants... down into her lacy panties.
Ichigo broke the kiss, tensing his wandering hand in the grip of her own but didn't extricate it, "Ru-Rukia what are you doing? Are you ready for thi- I can wait, don't-?"
"Ichigo..." Rukia sighed his name, the sound coming from her mouth like sin, before panting, her cheek pressed up against his chest as she hid her face from his sight. "Just feel me," She gasped as she pushed his hand further down her lingerie until she reached her slit. Ichigo groaned, bracing himself and leaning back against the wall behind him, Rukia following with her body leaned against his. "Feel how wet I am for you," She moaned, fully placing his hand against her throbbing, drenched pussy. At the feel of his hand between her legs Rukia bit her lips, feebly rubbing her thighs together to try and get some friction that he was slow to making, "I want you so badly, please." She wanted to give this to him, she wanted to show him she wasn't holding back any longer.
And that was all she had to say, Ichigo made a noise of approval before fully cupping her warmth, rubbing her clit with his thumb and sliding his middle finger up and down the length of her before dipping it slowly up her vaginal canal. Rukia gasped into his skin, using her free hand to grab hold of his arm as he rocked his finger into her depths, his other arm clutching her tightly to him.
"God, Rukia. You don't know how much I want you right now." He moaned into her hair in between pecks from his lips, his arm around her tightening more as he pushed another finger inside of her and moved his fingers up and down faster and harder while rubbing her clit in stimulating circles and flicks.
Rukia's breath shuddered as she grabbed him tighter, moaning louder as he worked her walls harder. She moved her hips along with his thrusts making Ichigo bite his bottom lip hard. "T-Then have me." Rukia moaned, a smirk hidden on her lips; pulling his head down to drown out her whimpers with his delicious flesh, sucking in his bottom lip before his open mouth was graced to her and their tongues were shoved in the others mouths. The way he was tongue fucking her was enough to make her twitch and cum all over his fingers, her body trembling gratefully from her pent up release. Her nipples pierced through her sports bra as his long strong fingers became drenched with her juices. Rukia broke their lips apart to cry out as he attacked her graceful swan neck. Biting and sucking on familiar sensitive spot he'd gotten to know in the past.
Ichigo's eyes peered up to her, groaning as he got a full look at her defeated debauched look as she kept crying out his name, her legs twitching violently on his merciless hand moving harder up her cunt more than before. His other hand squeezing a breast hard and tweaking the hardened point in between his fingers as she pulled roughly on his orange hair with one hand and the other tried weakly pulling his relentless hand away.
Ichigo bit down hard right above her breast on an area close to her sternum, punishing her for trying to stop him. The sharp pinch of his canines making her squeal. "No. You wanted this and I'm going make sure you never forget how much you need it," Ichigo angled his knee to spread her thighs more, then pushed a third finger inside her squeezing all his fingers up to the last knuckle before wiggling his fingers around and rubbing against the walls, forcing Rukia to cry out wantonly, her legs threatening to give as she held onto him tightly. "Never forget how much you love it, and how I'm the only one who could do this to you...make you feel this way." He purred in her ear as he felt her walls start to clench around him for the second time, his wrists straining as he rubbed his fingers against a spot that had Rukia sobbing and moving away from. "Do you love it Rukia?"
"I love it Ichigo! Oh god I love it!" She wailed, trying desperately to catch her breath and reach her orgasm. The piercing torture in her stomach was making her delirious.
Ichigo ripped his fingers from her underwear forcing Rukia to stumble a bit with a gasp until he caught her back into his arms. "Wha-?" Rukia didn't have enough time to question what he was doing, the desperation her body felt from not reaching it's fulfillment not being satiated until he roughly pulled the waist band of her yoga pants down just under the curve of her ass.
Ichigo got on his knees in front of her, kissing and biting down her front as he trailed his lips down while squeezing her lush backside in ways he knew she loved. Rukia breathed heavily as she lovingly ran her hands through his hair, whimpering every time he nipped hard at her skin - only leaving behind a trail of angry, wet, suspiciously possessive red marks, in places she knew would be hard to cover in her line of work.
The orange haired man stood back up, pulling her lithe body closer to him and folding his large hands over her intimate curves as he kissed her with enough passion to start a fire - Rukia happily reciprocated. Giggling wickedly as he pulled away every now in then holding her hard against him and breathing heavily as a sign of restraint.
Her small tongue lathed over the roof of his mouth, enjoying his firm lips on hers as she took in the complete smell of him. He smelled spicy like cinnamon, yet musky - with an addictive scent that was ardently male. Rukia pulled him in closer to taste more of his addictive taste, stopping short with a jump and a yelp as she felt his warm lips crook upward.
"Ichigo.." She said forebodingly even while panting, pulling away to rest her forehead on his chin as he held her up in his arms.
"I couldn't help it." He whispered mirthfully, a slight chuckle leaving his lips as he rubbed his hand over her blushing revealed ass cheek soothingly. His mischievous hand moving to pluck at her yellow lacy g string that lovingly caressed her curves and disappeared in between her cheeks. Beyond sexy enough to wear a thong.
"Sure you didn't." Ichigo chuckled as he kissed down her neck at her bitter tone.
"Maybe this will help." Ichigo purred, his heated breath over the wet marks on her smooth neck making her shiver, her reaction not being missed as the man arrogantly pulled her more firmly into him - squeezing and pulling apart her ass just right. Nonetheless Rukia was mortified, but before she could respond verbally and physically in ways that would scream bloody murder to a lesser man, Ichigo had twirled her around and pulled her back against him. Her face rouged slightly at the feel of his hard length on her back, less for embarrassment and more from desire. She felt so deprived from his teasing. This must have been what it felt like for him all these years. The thought would have been amusing if not for its irony.
Before Rukia could even twitch, her yellow sports bra was over her head and her whole front was against the ice cold walls of his apartment. A hitch left her voice as her bullet hard nipples came in contact with the rough texture left from air bubbles in the off white paint and the arctic feel of something cold and foreign on her sensitive breasts.
The raven haired beauty wasn't able to think longer on it as her hips were roughly pulled back and her stance was widened; a warm tongue was lapping at the arched crease in her back making her brain short out from the contrasted chill at her front and heat at her back that seemed to intensify as his hand fingered at her folds, teasing her mercilessly as always.
"I'll make you feel so good." Ichigo hummed at her neck, making the baby hairs there stand on end. Rukia was embarrassed at her whimpered reply, but she couldn't help it. With the way his softly calloused hands smoothed down her curves that were slick with sweat appreciatively - his masculine moans with a thrust of his hips into her heated core at every supple and sensitive curve he found - Rukia fully believed he would make her feel more than good. She just had to play her cards right and submit in the way he wanted her to.
"Show me." She panted tersely, yet with her large seducing eyes telling he had free will.
Ichigo narrowed his eyes, he knew what she was doing. Getting on his knees behind her, he pulled her legs apart to widen her stance even more; the legs of her yoga pants straining even with its elastic band, "Put your hands on the wall." He just wouldn't let her do it.
Right as Rukia did just that with only mild reluctance, her head was thrown back and the long draw out sound of the first letter of the alphabet left her parted lips.
Ichigo had pulled the string of her underwear aside while separating her ass cheeks right before lapping his tongue slowly over her wet pussy. His lips twitched every time he felt her body tense, her hand reaching out to pull him closer and a whine leaving her lips when he'd stop until she moved back, from his tongue flicking over her rose bud entrance, knowing exactly what she wanted but deciding to leave that for another time.
Instead Rukia began to lean her ass back on him more mewling and gasping as his tongue went deeper and deeper into her folds. His tongue flicking over her little bead of nerves and circling her rosebud before digging his fingers inside her until he felt her walls clinch around his intrusion. Her delicious moaning become more incessant and higher pitched as he pleasured her the way he knew she loved. She didn't even care at that point when he pulled her pants down further and slapped her ass against his face, enjoying it more so as one rap triggered her orgasm. She came with a loud wail and both hands digging in his hair and pulling him closer.
Rukia tried regaining her breath, already feeling hints of exhaustion from three orgasms, nevertheless she wanted more. She wanted him hard and deep inside her.
Ichigo continued to lick up her cream, rubbing her body from her shoulder blades down and relaxing the muscles so he could get more of her taste on his tongue. Everything about her was indescribable and he wanted more.
Rukia started moaning again, as Ichigo continued with his sensuous movements, she knew if she didn't stop him he'd make her come again and they'd never get to the best part. She wanted to feel him, she hadn't in so long.
"I-Ichi." Ichigo hummed into clit as he heard his name leave her mouth. Ignoring her hands pulling softly at his hair. Right before he began to move his tongue faster he was forced to stop as she pinched his neck. He glared up at her as she stared down looking as sexy as sexy could get with her hair about her face and her body glowing from sweat. Ichigo bit a pretty fleshy cheek before finally standing up.
"I was enjoying that, I could do it all day," Rukia couldn't deny how sexy he looked saying that even as he petulantly licked his lips as if he was forced to stop eating his favorite ice cream. His words definitely made her willing to oblige and give up being stubborn.
Instead she just arched her brow before turning away then bending over into his groin as she pulled down her pants all the way. Rukia pulled back up slowly, looking at him over her shoulder and smirking at his change in expression and mood. "I'm sure you'll enjoy this more."
"De-deeper Ichigo, please!"
Ichigo's arm flexed as he wrapped it under her small waist making it arch and the swell of her apple bottom and lower thigh smack perfectly against the dangerous arch between his pelvis and thighs. The chime of her jewelry sounding as a chorus to the pleasure she felt from his deepening stride.
Rukia gasped at the new angle of thrusts before a sob tore through her throat. Her hands moved to his tensed arms, one of his hands taking on a bruising hold to her hip as he held it down, while her eyes rolled up to the ceiling, extending her neck invitingly.
"Y-You like that?" Ichigo panted as he continued to thrust deeply within her wet slick walls, latching his hot mouth onto the sensitive skin of her neck. The taste of her so delicious that his arm immediately went to her shoulder to force her body down harder on his shaft.
Rukia cried out, moving her hands to grasp onto his back for dear life, her nails embedding in the toughened muscle there, "Yes! More!" She screamed, her thighs shaking violently, as she felt her clit get teased with each pound against his pelvis making the slight pain from his girth feel heavenly together with all the pleasure.
She felt so close to him, the practice of doing this with Ichigo gave her more pleasure than she'd ever felt before. It was too perfect to give up and Ichigo couldn't agree more. They at that moment felt intensely dumbfounded at how they'd ever stopped before.
Ichigo pulled Rukia into his lap more and sat on his legs, adding his own harder thrust upward, Rukia's hand shot to his orange mane to pull on them as she felt it, sobbing out his name before screaming.
"Fuck Rukia, shit! Take it baby."
"More, more! Please make me cum, please make me cum!" Rukia sobbed, grinding her hips down his length as he pounded upward. Her hips twisting talentedly on his girth as he was sucked in tight and deep up her weeping canal. Their mixed juices moistening her thighs and flooding down his own.
"You want to cum all over my cock?" The orange haired main hissed as he gritted his teeth. Feeling his control ebb away more and more as he wanted nothing more than at that moment to give into every salacious desire he's had of the raven haired beauty moaning whorishly in his arms.
"Yes, yes!"
Ichigo twisted their position so that she was on top, riding him. Rukia moaned lowly as she slid slowly down his length in their new position. Inwardly patting herself on the back as she felt how fucking hard and hot his cock was inside her. She smirked slightly when Ichigo threw his head back with his own guttural groan, her name falling off his lips. Rukia bounced on his dick, hopping off of his pelvis while crying out his name in between breathless gasps, the wheeze in her throat signaling her lack of air.
Ichigo moaned at the feel of her nails scratching down his abs. His penetrating amber eyes staring at her under hooded eyes as he captured her reddened face with equally as reddened bruised lips, her hair mussed from his demanding hands pulling at it earlier to near pain. But what he really loved were her eyes, her beautiful violet eyes calling out to him with the same intensity as his own, despite her screaming and moaning for him, begging for him.. her eyes were a whole 'nother voice, demanding that he pleasure her and fuck her the absolute best way he could. Amber eyes narrowed more with determination his large hands grasping her curved hips almost bruising the pale flesh - like the other purple reddish marks on her body from his incessant lips, before he raised his hips thrusting up strongly into her and breaking the contact of their eyes.
"Oh!" Rukia looked to the ceiling before closing her eyes tight while her body slowed pace and twisted away.
Ichigo would have none of it, the larger man pulled a handful of her silky raven hair, forcing her face to lower to his, "Open you eyes." He growled, moving his hips harder upward as the sound of wet skin pounding against each other filled the room, her reddened ass cheeks blushing more against his curved inner thigh, until she obliged, screaming out his name and embedding her nails into his upper arm and strong thigh as if to slow the force of his thrusts.
Ichigo grit his teeth, he wanted her delusional with lust, disoriented, loss of all control, weeping, sobbing, wailing - his.
When violet luminescent eyes met fiery amber, Ichigo crashed his lips roughly against her soft pliant petals. Biting them open until he thought they might bleed, he shivered at her gasp, shoving his fierce tongue into her small mouth and tasting her sweet orifice to the best of his abilities while fucking her senseless.
Rukia's eyes squinted from loss of control and euphoria as he expertly mouth fucked her, jumping off his lap when his arm went under one of her thighs, opening her little pussy further and strengthening his thrusts to a faster deeper pace. Rukia teared skin from his back, she couldn't feel anything but his cock hitting her g spot over and over, barely hearing Ichigo moan her name against her heated skin as he marked her with more embarrassing possessive marks even though he knew she hated them - hated when people would see them and especially seeing his possessive lip upturn. She definitely didn't hear her voice fill his apartment as the dryness of her throat was barely acknowledged to her foggy brain.
Right as her gut twisted painfully, when she thought she couldn't handle it any longer, her bloodied nails digging even deeper as true tears of euphoric joy sprung to her eyes, the precipice of a orgasm this satisfying long overdue, she was flipped onto her back, small hands over her head and pelvis completely at a stand still. Rukia's normally control filled brain wasn't sure if she whined out or not to him to keep going, if she squirmed and writhed, or if her hips feebly tried to thrust upwards only to be stopped by a hard rough hand, but the cocky smirk on Ichigo's face completely answered that question for the affirmative.
His heaving breaths couldn't match hers as she panicked, her face burning with increased fervor as he lifted her legs and thighs up until her ankles were by his ears and his body was shifted in a formal sitting position, feet under his rear and pelvis positioned at the angle he found earlier to hit her g spot.
"Ahh," Rukia panicked even more grasping onto whatever she could, the rug hair underneath them was too short and his hand had no real leverage to it, thinking on the spot she settled with the couch leg behind her that she had to strain to reach for, making her back arch deeply and her mouth open wide with a loud gasp as she felt him go deeper than ever before, the tip of his cock brushing and twitching against her in the most pleasurable way possible and all thought of reason hit the window.
Oh god, I think he found it! "P-please Ichigo, fuck me please!"
Ichigo who was having a hard time keeping together himself, at seeing the perfect arch in her beautiful form, her blushing pert peaks littered with his marks sitting atop her chest and shaking with each ragged breath she took, her pussy wide and open for him at their area of joining, as her legs shook slightly, oh god they would feel so good shaking at the height of her orgasm, and finally her devastatingly sexy expression as she worried her lips with her white teeth, Ichigo couldn't hold back any longer.
He wanted her screaming his name.
Ichigo pulled back his hips far until only the tip of his cock was inside her tight heat, "You still love it rough Rukia?"
"Mmm, oh god yes!" Her legs shook even more from anticipation, as her small fists tightened around the leg of the couch.
He smirked, "Good." Before palming a handful of her ripe breast and squeezing as he plucked the rouging puckered nipple. With a slow push of his hips he was halfway inside her, Rukia's wobbly moan soft until it hitched into a scream as he forced the rest of himself inside her at the angle that had her walls tensing like suction from a vacuum and her juices gushing out like a broken dam.
Ichigo continued with the same stride, one hand squeezing her breasts and the other holding down her hip as her free breast jiggled with the force of his hips impact. A gasp and sob leaving her with every hard thrust.
Rukia's brain was clouding, all she could feel was him inside her, her stomach continued to tense harder and harder until she felt like she couldn't take it any longer, feeling delusional from the bittersweet feeling of wanting it to end but keep going forever at the same time.
Ichigo's thrusts became harder until he was fucking her in short, yet still slow thrusts, hunching over her form and whispering how good she felt into her ear as she continued to sob and cry out his name. Her arms still over her head while her body jumped and shook from the force of his almost bruising thrusts.
"Oh god Rukia, I love you so much. You feel so good baby, you feel so good." Ichigo had to hold her down fully as her legs shook and trembled violently over his shoulders while his hand was forced to completely hold her hip down.
"I, I'm-!" Rukia squeaked, feeling him slide into her a few more times as he whispered for her to let it go. His thrusts shaking her body and his cock piercing her so deeply, until she completely came around it, sobbing and wailing loudly until he came soon after, moaning her name and holding her close. "Oh god Ichigo!"
AN: Just one more chapter ahead guys, hopefully it won't take as long as this one did xD.
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