AN: Last chap!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or solicit any money from the Bleach franchise. I just use it for my dirty needs.
Time passes and they still sit there in the afterglow of their love making. Ichigo lathering kisses on her still form as her trembling decreased. Even ater their respective orgasms, he had continued to rub her clit and suck on her nipple to prolong her release with short slow thrusts of his spent cock. He didn't want to stop hearing the beautiful sounds of her moans and mewls.
Deliberate winds of his hips, his pelvis grinding deep within hers, while locking her legs with his to get as deep as possible, continued to keep Rukia over the edge over and over.
He couldn't believe what they did, thinking it too good to be true. And if it was a one time thing, he wanted to make sure he could lengthen it for as long as he could.
Ichigo chuckled against the soft skin of her neck as her hands pushed softly against his lower stomach. She didn't speak but there was a hitch in her breath and her walls tightened against him again. He grinded into her core while biting her chest and rubbing her clit harder until she squeaked, trembled, and shook, her fingernails rengraving themselves into his back as a wobbly satisfied moan left ruby plump lips, until she finally relaxed against him again.
"We-we should stop."
Rukia could feel him tense at her words - as feeble as they were, and then slowly relax again as he let out a pent up sigh. His body falling into her with large hands gently forming over her milky skin, as if he knew she was going to say those words yet still disappointed she did.
"Okay." Ichigo kissed the underside of her jaw, and let go of his intimate touch on her body. Just as he started to lift himself and pull out - the cold air of the room assaulting Rukia's body in a very unwelcome manner, she held tightly onto him, pulling him back hard with her released arms.
"Not like that idiot!" Her titillating laughter started attempting to lighten the mood. She tried smiling as wide as she could even when all of her muscles still felt like they were working at the pace of molasses. When his confused face looked down at her, his orange hair fell over his face giving his rugged features an almost boyish look, and Rukia couldn't help but laugh again.
Ichigo scowled, not sure whether he should laugh with her or be offended, "What is it munchkin. You want me to go or stay?"
"Of course I want you to stay Ichigo! Stop being an idiot, I'm just tired is all. I don't know how you keep all of this stamina going." The raven haired girl pouted, slackening her arms around him yet pulling herself closer to his warmth.
Having sex in the living room seemed like a good idea while in the moment, but she was starting to regret it more seeing that she was about to freeze to death afterwards. She loved being cold, but not in this manner. Whenever she had sex with Ichigo it felt like she had to regain his warmth right afterwards as quickly as possible. With other guys like Kaien, it didn't matter and she usually would rather leave as soon as possible. For some reason with Ichigo, it was different... At least Ichigo was here with her this time, the only problem was that he wasn't cooperating, as he continued to actually pull slightly away from her to get a better look at her face every time she tried to pull him down.
"Oh," the stupid cocky smirk of his was back on his face...great, "the infamously insatiable Ms. Kuchiki Rukia is too tired to continue. If my memory is correct, you were the one pulling me back into the bed on the day you had to go to Europe - even though I was supposed to be the one seducing you, that is, until you were almost late for your plane." He still couldn't believe how all they did was have sex like rabbits and fucked each other all afternoon. He was still tired from a hangover but her talented little mouth on his nether regions was enough to get him back in action. "And while I may have it hard from being aroused around you all the time, it's not because I'm a big pervert! But because your hornier than I am most the time and get sick pleasure from teasing the crap out of me." Ichigo ranted with wide eyes as Rukia tried to stop herself from laughing in his face.
Truthfully, it'd just been too long since she'd had sex and rough sex at that, that she was feeling extremely sore, the feeling making her feel as if she were a blossoming young virgin again. Along with loving the warmth he provided, as uncomfortable as his girth was inside her now, she knew it would hurt more once Ichigo pulled out.
Of course she wouldn't tell him any of this, Ichigo had a hard time excepting anything that even slightly meant he'd hurt her and would blame himself profusely. "Believe it or not Ichigo." She responded with a small shrug of her slim shoulders, her naked chest heaving enticingly from held back chortles. He couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched a bead of sweat drip over one of the many scarlet marks along her chest.
The orange headed male arched a brow, but conceded nonetheless. With a sigh he spoke again, "Well at least let me pull out. Then I can start up a bath or something."
With no way to stop him without sounding crazy, Rukia let him pull out, biting her lip and cursing him silently as he decided to do it as slow as possible.
A painful moan built up against her lips as she felt his very blessed length leave her.
"I hurt you didn't I?" Ichigo scowled, he had seen the pained look in her eyes and heard a small whimper bloom even when she tried to hide it.
"N-no."
Amber eyes narrowed.
"O-Ow! Damnit Ichigo, stop doing that!" Rukia swatted him upside the head after he bit the top of her breast.
"Don't lie to me Kuchiki."
"What is this? Your new way of punishing me if I'm a bad girl or something Kurosaki? Is this one of your fetishes that I don't know about." She huffed, trying to change the subject.
"Hmm, it's not a bad idea," Ichigo shrugged thinking it over, then leaned to down to whisper in her ear, "and I do love eating you."
Rukia gasped forcing Ichigo to laugh loudly at her embarrassment. And sure enough when Rukia pushed him away she was sporting newly reddened cheeks.
This time it was he trying to pull her back into his embrace and she was trying to wiggle out of it.
Rukia smirked her own smirk before speaking up, "If that's the case then it's not so much a punishment."
"Really?" He asked seriously, his amber eyes intense as he palmed her hips with his hands possessively, "I could make it a punishment. I could continue on until each height of pleasure became painful, you want it to stop but your body doesn't, have you push me away as you keep begging me to keep going. Every time you come close to release move away just at the very last moment, then restart the torture at an even slower speed." Ichigo smirked as her blush continued to grow darker. Smoothing his large hands down her thighs as he licked and bit his bottom lip suggestively. "Just give me the word. Say, it's not a big deal."
Rukia turned her head away from him. Even though she knew he was taunting her she couldn't breathe, the thought of some sort of punishment of that kind coming from him, and remembering his old practice of fucking her hard from behind whenever she'd been a quote on quote bad girl, made her body literally want to purr. She loved it when he took control after she teased him relentlessly, finding out her body craved it like a drug. The idea of him pushing her past her limits was too delicious, yet extremely scary from the lack of control it implied on her part, for her to even think about.
"I've dreamed about it, you know." Ichigo positioned himself closer to her, brushing his lips against her ears as her head stayed turned away. Her neck arched nonetheless as his lips brushed down her skin. The tingling sensation made Rukia bite her own bruised lip with no remorse, "Some nights I'd toss and turn, just dreaming about you and the things I'd do to your body," his silky voice stated as if speaking to her soul. Rukia closed her eyes tight in a desperate move to pull her subconscious away, but the light feeling of his long fingers trailing down her side kept her attention rooted to him. "The things I'd do to make you whimper," Rukia whimpered as she felt his tongue flick over the shell of her ear, "you moan..." the unmistakable sound left her lips when his own started to trail down her sensitive neck. "The things I would do just to hear you plead my name," Rukia tried, forcing herself to stop breathing, but it was a fruitless endeavor, mewling out, pleading his name desperately as she felt the tip of his rehardened cock rub lightly against her clit and then tease at her opening.
"Ichi...Ichigo please!" Rukia begged, her body clinched around him, arms locked around his shoulders and legs desperately pushing down his hips to force penetration. His face continued to stay in the nook of her neck unbudging, kissing at it and under her jaw while he voiced his dreams.
Ichigo complied, slowly pushing his shaft in as he continued, "I dream about fucking your tight little pussy all of the time, your hot wet sheath sucking and holding around me, God Rukia you make me so hard." Ichigo growled.
Rukia gasped out, he was hard alright, he was... so good, so fucking good.
"Do you know how hard it is, huh?" Ichigo demanded, finally pulled away from her neck and pulling her chin to look at him.
Rukia nodded, her violet eyes watery not only from frustrated need but the deliciously painful feel of his cock spreading her.
He pecked her lips slowly, "Not how hard my cock is... we all know you know just how hard that is." Suddenly his hands were at her knees, closing them together over his cock and throwing them to one side before sinking fully into her like no other man could.
Rukia screamed out, arching her back for him and panting tersely as her eyes stayed glued to his own. She needed him to fuck her now.
Smirking, he pulled out, loving just as much the gasp that left her lips as the others, as he watched their joined cum leak out of her pulsating depths. "No. About every night I'd stay up trying to relieve myself to the thought of you in my dreams, pleading, moaning, screaming my name. The thought of pleasuring and punishing you having a war in my mind... Are you in too much pain for me to fuck you now Rukia?"
Still panting, she glared at his glorious form, "I'm not in pain."
Ichigo's smirk quickly turned into a grin, "Of course you aren't." That one sentence was stated before Rukia found herself lying on her front with her ass in the air. The soft persian carpet prickling her nipples and threatening to give merciless carpet burn. She realized with a yelp what his plans were at the feel of his fingers rubbing her softly at her most sensitive area. "I promised I'd make you feel good, don't worry."
Rukia didn't realize she was shaking and whimpering into the carpet with her fingers holding tight onto the short shag hair, until he said something, sex literally dripping off of his tongue. Despite him fucking her from behind being one of her favorite positions, it was also the most filling, letting her feel the size of him at its greatest detail.
She wanted it so bad she could hardly breathe. As his tip entered her slowly and his warm hand slid down her small back, Ichigo groaned loudly at the feel of the strangling clinch and pull of her insides, a curse desperate to leave him.
Rukia bit her lip, trying desperately to hold in her moan at the sound of his pleasure as he deepened himself inside of her. Her chest tightened as she felt her insides squeeze and grip him not long before the tip of his cock brushed a sensitive spot she could only guess as the one he found earlier. The weight on her chest made it harder to breathe - Rukia shuddered at the thought of it being easier for him to find it from now on. Now that was too much! She pleaded his name, egging him to move faster, quickly feeling desperate from the tight iron clad hold he now had on her hips.
"Calling my name so early Rukia? We haven't even got started." He simpered. Ichigo could barely breathe himself, the continuous tightening of her pussy had his head spinning. It didn't help that the arch in her back made her pert ass sinfully sexy as she hung on his large cock. Her pussy lips gripping his rod as her body and her plump little mouth begged him for penetration. "You love my dick don't you?"
"Yes! Oh god Ichigo." She whined.
"Cmon Rukia," he snickered, reaching his arm around her tiny waist to rub hard onto her clit, while grinding his hip into hers at an upward angle, his cock only about halfway in. The release of one hand on her hip allowed her to make only sharp thrusts downward and upward onto of his manhood, but Christ was it enough to have her crying out. Rukia threw her head back, writhing and twisting, desperate to make him make her cum.
"Oh! Mmmh, right there! I'm almost!" She huffed, grinding her hips down as much as she could while Ichigo continued to tease her folds.
A sharp slap on her ass finally triggered it, it's instancy breaking her out of position, "Fuck!" I was almost there! Rukia thought with a whimper leaving her lips. She shivered at the warm feel of his large hands running down her slick body.
"You want me to get it back? Do you want to come?" Ichigo growled into her skin, she hadn't noticed when he had started lathering kisses down the cleft of her spine and couldn't help but squeal when he nipped her skin. His tip laid teasing her clenching opening.
"Please," she moaned as his hands moved up and over ass, grabbing hold of it roughly before gently sliding his palms down the back of her thighs then legs, circling around her knees then up her thighs once more to pull her lower half closer to him. Rukia sucked in a harp intake of air when he did that, her body irritated at the way he completely ignored where she hurt the most. The wetness between her thighs coming from more than just her own body as it dripped all the way down. She felt dirty but the feeling was not negative at all.
"You have to promise to be a good girl then Rukia." Ichigo pulled her jaw so that he could breathe and kiss on her blushing face, "Will you let me..." He whispered the rest in her ear, Rukia grasped hold of his wrist holding her jaw as he explained hotly what he wanted to do to her, his fingers guiding themselves inside her forcing her to hold onto him tightly as she panted.
"So?" He smirked, enjoying her baby soft body squirming against him.
She nodded slowly her eyes looking to the floor while her face darkened even more. He knew how much his request would embarrass her.
"Do I get to taste myself off of you first?" She asked, her large doe eye looking up to him under her lashes.
Forget what he wanted to do, he just wanted to fuck her until they could no longer move with the way she was looking at him.
Ichigo had to clear his throat before nodding himself. The room seemed to get colder as he stood up and away from her. His sunkissed pecks jumped as he stood to full height, Rukia seeming even tinier as she sat on the floor in all her naked beauty. Fuck. He was nothing to scoff at himself, his manhood sculpted by the gods themselves stood proudly and he couldn't help the cocky chuckle that left his lips, pulling a rough hand through his fiery hair as he watched Rukia stare slyly at it, licking and biting her red lips when it bobbed in the air.
Before he could utter a word, Rukia had pulled his hand toward her. Sitting on her knees as she brought his calloused hand toward her sinful mouth. Those violets looked up at him as she gripped his fingers that were previously deep inside her, in between her perfectly white teeth.
Ichigo shuddered, watching her tiny pink tongue lick up all traces of her cum on his hand. The warmth spreading from her saliva all the way down to the joint.
After a tortuous moment, Rukia removed his fingers from her mouth with a 'pop!'. Her small hands trailing down his torso and only stopping at his firm hips.
Her doe eyes looked up into amber, a flashing gleam shown in their depths as she breathed heavily off of his hand and toward his straining member.
Beads of sweat pooled down Ichigo's neck as he waited with baited breath for her to make her move. Heart racing and blood pounding as her nails scratched delicately down his sides.
Instead, Rukia smirked. Her lips only millimeters away from the head of his throbbing organ before she sat back down on her legs. "We taste delicious."
Ichigo leaned down before brutally catching her lips. Pushing his tongue deep inside her mouth to tangle with her own for a moment. He finally pulled away while dragging her lower lip in between his teeth.
A rouge grin crept on his lips, "We do."
He stood up again fully, smiling at her stunt. "Here," He held out a hand to her. Rukia raised her seductive violet eyes at him, her aristocratic brow raising, before placing her small elegant hand into his hard palm. Worrying her lip to the point where he growled in response as a flash of his long firm fingers deeply pleasuring her while his tongue circled her clit lightly, entered her frame of mind. He pulled her up sharply so that her body smacked into his. Her pert breasts squeezed against his abdomen, a hand once again falling against her behind with a sharp clap. A pleasured yelp left her lips before he spoke. "I will fuck you here if you don't stop fucking biting your lips Rukia."
That wouldn't sound like a bad idea if she didn't know that he wouldn't allow her to orgasm. "I can't help it idiot." She breathed out huskily, she pushed off of him noticing that she was getting way to horny with her nipples rubbing against his chest than she should, and smirked as she pulled out of his embrace. Not forget of course to throw him a glance once more over her shoulder. "And don't you dare spank my ass Kurosaki unless you want a spanking yourself."
Ichigo raised a orange brow, crossing his thick arms over his chest as he watched her sexy ass walk away from him and into his bedroom. His cock continued to stand proud and ridged when her hips swayed to their own beat. Finally taking a breath, Ichigo didn't even realize he'd stopped breathing. A deep frown in his brow as he held himself back from catching her. "Damnit, Rukia."
oOo
Once Ichigo had gotten himself together enough to be sure he wouldn't be the first to crack during their game, he followed where Rukia had ran off to in his room completely nude.
"Damnit!" He hissed upon knocking his foot into a random dumbbell lying randomly on the mahogany wood floor. How the hell it got there, he wouldn't have known. For a guy he actually kept his room pretty clean most of the time. The slate grey colors of his bedroom walls and navy blue of his accent decorations gave a very manly setting. Everything put in it's proper place yet not as organized as it seemed. That was the ironic part. He could never find anything, but hell, at least it looked nice.
Ichigo shook off the pain long enough to notice steam frothing out of his master bath. The glass door leading in fogged over keeping his curious eyes from view, but cracked enough to let him feel the humid breeze and hear the small pitter patter of bare feet. It didn't take a genius to realize where Rukia was at.
"Hey midget, did you get the bath started or somethin'?"
Ichigo walked up to the door and smeared his fingers over the froth of the glass. Just before pushing in, he heard Rukia moan contentedly and the small splash of water overfilling the bath.
"Don't get too worked up without me now." Ichigo spoke as he walked into the room. His eyes fell upon Rukia, her small frame almost fully encompassed in the warm water, covering everything up to the bottom of her chin. Her pale perfect legs peaked out of the foam and over to rest on the side of the silver accented porcelain basin. Don't ask him why he had such a girly bathtub. He hardly ever used it, preferring the shower that stayed at a constant cool setting. He hated sitting in his own dirt, it didn't help that the temperature of the water felt like hell had risen on earth either. But since it made Rukia coo and moan to the high heavens every time she saw it, he couldn't find a good enough reason to get rid of it. Not yet anyway.
Rukia made another contented noise that made his loins pulse, before opening her sapphire gaze half mast. She peered at him before lifting then opening her arms out to him in a silent command.
Ichigo grunted, watching as her lengthy raven eyelashes picked up bubbles as she fluttered them coquettishly at him. A tilt of her head allowing him to once again see the hickeys he laved on her neck and just bellow her collar bone.
He hated how much she knew what she was doing.
Yet like a moth to a flame, or a drunk to a bar, he would never not fall into her web.
"You're lucky you're so cute."
Her face watched him knowingly as a cute smirk upturned her lip, "I love you too, Kurosaki." She purred. The sound making him shudder and ball his hands.
"Back at ya," He sighed, kicking her feet lightly to the side to make room for his much larger body to get in. Water ten times the volume as hers previous, flooded out side the bath. Rukia's cursing about all the bubbles getting out distant to his ears before she whined some more when he grabbed hold of her thighs to pull them snuggly around his waist from behind.
"You're going to have to stop manhandling me Ichigo." She hissed as he finally relaxed his body against her. He sighed as his head laid on her bare chest and her smooth thighs clinched on their own around his waist even more. Even with all of her talking she started stroking his bright hair and snuggled closer to his body.
"Shouldn't I be the one holding you Rukia? I haven't been in a bath with someone else before, but I think you got this backwards." Ichigo questioned, turning his cheek so that he rested just to the side of her rosy nipple, his hands gliding contentedly up and down her silky legs. Rukia pulled his hair at his blatant show of brushing aside her demand.
"Hey!" Ichigo bit down with his sharp canines on the side of her breast, gaining a whimper.
Rukia reciprocated by pulling hard on his ear, "You idiot, that side is tender!"
"Well maybe you shouldn't have pulled my hair!" He growled.
"Well maybe you shouldn't have ignored me!" That shut him up for a few minutes. Rukia didn't know what to think as they sat there. His face turned away from her so it was hard to gage his expression. Just before she was about to scream from the long pregnant pause, he finally spoke.
"So does Byakuya still believe you're a virgin?"
That deserved a slap to the head, "Ow, damnit, Rukia stop it!" Ichigo whined.
The small girl glared fire down at him, "You're insufferable!"
Ichigo pouted as he looked up to her, she had to blink a few times in order to not to swoon at how cute he could be. The idiot. Before she knew it, his firm lips had pressed against hers chastely, her chin angled down in between his fingers to grant a deeper touch. Her cheeks instantly reddened, as her heart raced a mile a minute. Here they were post coital for fucking god only knows how long - she still had no idea what time it was - and one simple peck made her brain turn off. Her breath became a little harsh at the look he was giving her. His golden eyes, cocky yet full of love, looked down at her before he proceeded to kiss the sides of her beautiful lips.
"Yet you love me." He whispered against her cheek, pressing another kiss to her lips before moving back into his old position on top of her.
"Barely," She whispered after regaining a breath. A happy smile spread on her face as she continued to massage his hair. This time with some strawberry shampoo she kept in his bathroom on her visits.
Ichigo began massaging her tiny toes panted red, playing with the slender digits as she washed his hair.
"You didn't answer my question." He stated in the peaceful atmosphere.
"Yeah, there was a reason for that." Rukia growled.
Ichigo's grin widened to widths that could put the Chesire cat out of business. "So does that mean he still doesn't know that I was the one who popped your cherry?!"
The raven haired beauty sighed, trying her best to cup water in her palms to rinse his hair with. "You're way too excited about this."
"Oh fuck yes." He definitely took that as an affirmative. Taking that knowledge as a win and an metaphorical usurp against the frigid Kuchiki head. "After 20 years, you living on your own, getting kicked out of college for having - in his mind I'm sure, an alleged affair with a teacher, and being extremely close with me, he still believes you're his perfect little sister whose virtue is intact with an iron clad lock and key." He snorted with a shake of his head. "I hope to god he doesn't think I'm gay or something, because you Miss. Kuchiki are too hot for your own damn good to not have close male admirers."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, ready to be offended as she started applying conditioner to his hair. This scent also strawberry.
"What do you think?" Ichigo squeezed her leg a little, "Did that Kaien jerk come onto you or you to him?"
Rukia frowned, "He came on to me, but what's your point?"
"Rukia. Come on, why do you think guys were so scared to talk to you during high school and at Todai, but when you went to Europe, you had - I'm sure - guy's asking left and right?"
"I-I don't know!" She yelled, feeling embarrassed at completely missing his point.
"Are you really this oblivious?" He asked with laugh in his voice, his tone mocking.
"Shu-shut up Ichigo! You're one to talk!"
Ichigo laughed out loud before finally explaining, "Rukia. I had to scare guys away from you! How do you not realize this?" He asked, cocking his head to look at her incredulously.
She pouted indignantly at his cocked brow.
He had thought multiple times in high school that she had caught on, I mean, he wasn't the most inconspicuous fella around. Most of his fights in school had to do with defending her honor. He even told off some girls who spread a rumor around that she slept around and cheated on him on multiple occasions, which was why he was so defensive.
"Why do you think those girls were jealous of you in school?" He tried again.
Her violet eyes rolled, "Because of you, you imbecile. You still haven't realized that all of the female population in Karakura had a disgusting crush on you?"
Ichigo furrowed his brows at her, "I mean, I know I'm pretty hot but, no. I didn't know that."
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"O-Ow, ii-ow! Stop that Rukia!" Ichigo cried out, trying to pull his head away from her monster grip on his ear.
"I still don't understand what they saw in you." Rukia glared daggers at him.
Ichigo cocked a brow, "Really Kuchiki, at this point I would think even you wouldn't believe that comment. At least, not now after having the best sex you'd ever had in your life."
Rukia rolled her eyes and sighed, "Yeah, well..."
"Hmm," Ichigo asked, poking her ticklish side.
Rukia smirked but didn't fully relent, "It wasn't all that bad."
"Right back at ya, midget." He chucked.
After finally calming down, Ichigo decided it was time to get back on topic. "I still can't believe how deluded you have that poor man." Ichigo shook his head. "The fact that he doesn't know how much of a sex fiend you are really amazes me."
"I've only had sex with two men in my life though Berry." She supplied tiredly, her eyes slanting as the warmth of the room started to get to her. Ichigo's controlled weight on her body all the more comforting as she sighed delightedly once he moved onto massaging and washing her legs. "The skies only know how many women you've been around with."
"Yeah, well lets keep it that way. I can't believe I let Mr. Molester get to you." Rukia arched a delicate brow, at the childish nickname he gave Kaien. She started slowly washing his chest with a soft loofa and you guessed it, strawberry scented soap.
What can she say? She loves the smell, and it always made her giggle when she smelled the scent on him and thought of his namesake.
Rukia kissed the side of his head, gaining a raised eyebrow of his own, before continuing. "Well you have me from now on, no one else."
Ichigo grabbed her hand that was making lazy stokes on his body.
"No one else," he whispered. Not only for her, but himself also.
Ichigo sat in his room on top of his platform bed silently. The chilled air in the room felt good against his bare torso as he stared out into the pitch black skyline of his all glass wall. Privacy was never a problem as his loft was a penthouse suite and at the top of the building. The ocean was his only neighbor on this side of the apartment for a couple hundred miles, until you could see the distant lights of the coast. Rukia always stated that she loved his apartment more than her own, despite the quote on quote bad taste in decorations, and he could see why. There wasn't a time in the day that this view wasn't just perfect.
"Mmmh, Ichigo."
The orange head turned his head slightly to gaze at the bed and find the Kuchiki heiress. Instead of finding her awake like he assumed, she was still asleep, clutching tightly to one of his ivory pillows. Her full raven hair spread around her head, violet eyes shut away from his intense stare. She was so beautiful in her sleep, as he watched her lashes flutter over her slightly pink cheeks, rosy plump lips open slightly as she breathed in and out.
Ichigo couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he watched a small dribble of drool leave her lips. He was a lucky man.
Shaking his head, he stood up to pick some sweats out of his drawer. Thinking on how he had to carry her in all her sleepy nakedness to the bed. She had instantly locked her hands around him as he picked her up, so much more complacent in her sleep than she ever was awake, as he dressed her slowly, restraining himself from perversely groping around too much, and tucked her under the comforter.
He'd have to worry about her anger with him in the morning when she found out he only pulled one of his shirts over her head. Her other clothes were dirty, and he knew she didn't like to be too hot so putting her sweats back on would be a no go.
Hey, at least he didn't make her stay naked. Not that he'd complain.
Ichigo settled on the bed before turning off his bed side lamp and pushed under the comforter himself. Before he could even situate himself fully, Rukia had scooted towards his warmth and laid her head on his chest.
Feeling his chest tighten, yet awkward at the same time given his predicament, Ichigo adjusted himself until he was comfortable, then placed a kiss to the crown of her head.
He couldn't remember a time he was this happy.
"Alright dad! Alright! We'll come back over next weekend for your dumb ass picnic party." Ichigo sighed, futilely trying for the umpteenth time to push his crying father off of him.
"You'd better promise me grandchildren inside my daughter-in-law the next time I see you too!"
"I heard you say it Ichi-nii! You'd better be here then, or else you're gonna miss out on dinner the next time you visit!" Yuzu pouted, wagging her wooden cooking spoon around her brother's face. The light brunette had grown to be a woman over the years, filled out curves and all, yet still acted as her twelve year old self. She and Karin were in their last years of high school, already making applications to colleges and taking on part time jobs like their brother did, although their father gave them the privilege of not having to work unlike Ichigo.
His reason of course being that Ichigo was too spoiled to get hand outs.
The thought made the uppercut he landed on his father's face that much harder, as the orange haired man gritted his teeth to the point they nearly chipped.
"Don't hit him too hard Ichi-nii. He gets whiny when he wakes up after you knock him out, and I don't want to deal with that tonight. I have an important exam tomorrow." Karin stated monotonously from the living room couch. Her eyes never straying from either her notebook or textbook.
The raven haired girl had grown into herself like Yuzu, yet not so... voluptuous as the happy twin. Something she seemed to be bitter about every time he visited.
"Yeah, well it's become a reflex even outside of the ring. Not my fault." Ichigo stated as he slipped on his sandals. Smirking behind his sister's back as he eyed his father twitching on the floor. "You would think he would learn that, especially after I'd gotten it down to a one hit knock out."
The tall male was just about to leave his family's home after visiting like he told Riruka he would. He had come over donning a sleeveless white shirt under an open blue flannel and tan cargo shorts, thanks to the steaming hot Karakura heat flash they seemed to be having today.
After a long day of arguing with his father and Karin, and scarfing down Yuzu's food, he was exhausted. It was good seeing them though, since it's been so long.
"Yeah whatever, Ichi-nii. Go brag to your girlfriend 'cause I certainly don't want to hear it." Karin snorted, an annoyed frown gracing her features when she heard her brother make an inappropriate remark about said women.
"I wonder what Rukia would say if she heard you." Karin stuck her tongue out to her smug brother who struggled at her veiled threat.
"Okay Ichigo. I'm ready!" Said woman sighed as she walked gracefully down the stairs in her cute summer dress. The thin yellow fabric flowed around her thighs yet conformed as a second skin over her chest and waist. The neckline was modest, only showing the bare minimum of her breasts and the cut off of the chappy necklace Ichigo had bought her a while ago, while the back showed the skin of her smooth back halfway down with the same cut. Her raven hair was pulled up into an intricate bun with chappy pins here and there, and her violet eyes sparkled as she set them on him and his family.
"Speak of the devil," Karin snickered, a devilish gleam in her onyx eyes as she glanced derisively at her brother before landing the mischievous orbs on Rukia. "Hey nee-san, do you want to know what big brother over here said about you while you were gone?" Karin asked sweetly. Cajoling Rukia to take her bait.
"Don't say anything Karin!" Ichigo kicked off his shoes before running full sprint at his cackling sister and pinning her face down in the cushions, just enough so she couldn't speak but still breathe.
Rukia raised a brow. Having lived with this family long enough she knew something was up. The petite woman walked over slowly as the noise of the siblings wrestling garnished Yuzu's attention from the kitchen enough to peek in also.
"Sure Karin. What did the idiot say this time?" Rukia sighed before she sat on the edge of the couch where they were fighting. Slight amusement pulled at her lip as she watched how desperate the two were to fight each other off. It had to be pretty bad since Ichigo had sweat dripping down his brow that certainly didn't have to do with strain, and a scowl that could make a baby cry pointed at his sister.
"What's going on out here?" Yuzu questioned, a little worried that their fighting would end up with someone hurt. Most likely Ichigo of course.
"He- He!..." Karin wheezed, trying to get air after laughing close to death and intermittently trying to bite her brothers hands off of her mouth. "He said he doesn't have to brag to get you hot and bothered! Y-You're the one always jumping him!" Karin sped out, laughing at the curse her brother hissed and feeling quite accomplished.
Rukia's face bloomed a gorgeous red and Yuzu gasped in the background. "Ichi-nii!"
"Ru-Rukia, I didn't mean it! Karin's just-"
The small woman in front of him rose to her feet, her pretty face twitching at the brow as her mouth formed a thin line. Her azure eyes spat daggers in his worried ambers. He knew he was dead. "YOU SAID WHAT?!"
"That-that you jump me..?" He stumbled.
"That's not true!"
"Oh! Oh, fuck! More, Ichigo!" His raven haired lover whined as he continued to fuck her slowly from behind. Trying to move her hips against his rapidly to force him to move faster.
Ichigo chuckled as he held her hips still, continuing his torturous strokes with no reprieve.
She was still in her yellow dress and he only had his pants at his ankles to change his state of dress from this morning. Long story short, they couldn't wait, even to take their clothes off. As if second nature, the man kicked off said pants and threw off the rest of his clothes. Hiking up as much of he could of Rukia's dress until she just ripped off the damned thing herself.
"Aah! Please!" Rukia cried once he started to rub her hard clit just as slowly. Shaking in his hold as his stokes only became deeper, tickling what she wanted to be pierced and pounded away. Like a rat against a button for its dopamine shot.
The whole car ride from his father's house they spent interchangeably arguing and sucking each other's face off. Once they had hit the door his apartment, Rukia had already coyly slipped her hot pink lace panties off and was shoving it in his back pocket.
To be honest, the only thing that stopped them from their unavoidable lovemaking was the ring of Ichigo's phone that Rukia pulled out of his pocket with the exchange of the lacy underwear.
She had answered the seemingly important call - as seen from the persistence of the caller every time the two lovers took long intermissions leading to the master bed to suck and pull at each other - in his room while not bothering to check the name since Ichigo had also conveniently decided to suck away at her neck at the same time. The beguiled woman relapsed to dropping the sleek device on the bed next to them long forgotten.
Neither of the concupiscent forms paid heed to the erratic sounds coming from it.
Instead, Ichigo hulked his large frame over her, kissing her neck and curling his hand over hers that were pushing against the bed, all without losing his rhythmic lovemaking. Rukia bit her lip as the increased contact and friction between their bodies made her skin tingle. She gripped his hand over hers as he rode her into oblivion.
"Do you want me to end it Rukia?" Ichigo huffed in her ear.
She nodded erratically after a particularly sharp thrust that had her groaning into the bed sheets pitifully. Her body had been burning from pent up need since last week. After all those years of her teasing him relentlessly, Ichigo finally got his payback. This was the first time he made love to her since then. Her body felt like it was going to break the first time he pushed himself inside of her.
Oh no. She really was a fiend!
As if remembering something, the raven haired women suddenly stopped all movement. Shock completely immobilizing her body as a cold bittersweet feeling ran down her spine. "W-wait Ichigo. I forgot take my pill!"
Surprisingly it didn't stop the man above her from fucking her senseless. With a pleasured hum, Ichigo smiled against her ear. "Well, my father did say we should get started on making kids." His next thrust pushed his cock deeper than Rukia thought possible, the angle he was penetrating her had the small women about to weep.
A sharp scream left her lips as he continued on with that depth. Pulling out only to shove himself all the way to the hilt inside of her clinching core. "A-are you sure?" Rukia cried out. Tears pooled at her sapphire eyes, she could feel him pulse deep with her. It wouldn't be long before they both came and his seed was within her womb.
"Of course," Ichigo moaned, pulling a hand back to brush against her stomach. "I love you Rukia." He huffed, suddenly growling before turning her over on her back to face him. He finally pulled the last of her clothing off of her - her lace hot pink bra, before palming the supple flesh. His cock thrust in almost brutally and Rukia arched gratefully to take him all in. Tears spilled over as he grabbed the back of her neck to pull her closer to him. "No man will ever love you as much as I do." His amber eyes with honeyed and chocolate hues stared intensely into her own. Memories of their years together seemed to flash between them as he continued to fuck her into the bed.
"Then take me." She wailed out. Rukia's hips gyrated desperately into his after every thrust that seemed to take another breath of air out of her. Her hands clawed down his hard back for leverage. The bed squeaked noisily; contending with the grunts and screams of its abusers.
A burst of light shown in front of Rukia's eyes as she listened to Ichigo roar out his release. Her walls clamped tightly down onto his member as his hot, stinging, fluid squirted deep within her womb. The beauty cried out desperately as he continued to thrust in her body's strangling hold until they were eventually spared by exhaustion.
They both lied there. Sweat clinging to their skin as they held onto each other in the glow of their love making. Ichigo huffed against her tenderly rouged cheek, kissing it softly as he listened to her feeble panting.
Rukia held tighter to his heated form before a happy, bubbling sound released from her lips, and a full set of small white teeth showed against his skin. The orange haired man above her only pulled his thick arms around her body to bring her tighter to him before chuckling himself and showing his own full set of teeth.
"You are truly an idiot." Rukia smiled brightly. Mesmerized by the contrast of his sun kissed skin underneath her pale hand. All the while continuing to let out small huffs of endeared amusement.
"Yes, but I'm your idiot. And with luck, there will be two of us soon." Ichigo glided the tips of his fingers up the side of her curves, fully contented with staying in this position of conjoinment with her until she understood how serious he was. He'd even say he would drag himself to reengaging in love making, if he had to of course.
"With luck." Ichigo pulled away slightly; just enough to get a look of her violet eyes with shadowy lashes, and her cute pert nose. His handsome face broke out into its usual cocky smirk. This time seemingly more so a grin than anything, as he brushed a strand of raven hair out of her face. "You'll become an idiot with me. What do you say Rukia? Will you stay with me, here and now; forever and always?"
The small woman held tighter to him by wrapping her smooth legs around his own and her arms over his shoulders. "Hmm," she hummed happily. "Like a moth to a flame or a drunk to a bar. I just can't seem to get enough of you Ichigo Kurosaki. What do you do to me?"
An orange brow cocked as the handsome male simpered, "Allow me to take that as a compliment, Kuchiki. Or should I say-"
Before he could finish a sweet kiss was laid on his lips. Her sweet flesh just as succulent as the first time he tasted her. As always, her lids batted at the end; a window to how she felt when they kissed and if it was anything similar to his state of stupefaction. "Thank you."
oOo
Unbeknownst to the young couple, a silent phone blinked to life on the floor. Its screen florescent only to show the end of a call.
AN: Well what do you guys think? Did I end it well? It was weird attempting to because this all was supposed to be a PWP, but as stated that's almost impossible for me to write..maybe someday. I added a lot of fluff to counter the horde of intimacy (yes there was a lot, bare with me, this was supposed to all just be smut originally), how did that work out?
I also added a new poll on my page (don't worry guys, based on the old polls I'm hoping to update BL next) basically just wandering how you guys feel about my lemons. Since this chap is full of it, tell me what you think. Should I give less detail, keep it the same, or more detail, for my future works?
Anyways, I'm so happy this is done! My second (more so, first OFFICIAL) completed work. I'm proud! *tears* Thank you all whom gave me inspiration and pushed me to finish this. Thank you all who reviewed, favorited, and followed! I am eternally grateful, you guys are great, daisuki des! Thank you big sis, for your lovely ideas (you know who you are), and thanks to everyone for reading!
Please do as you must with this fic *bows*.