Author's Notes:

Hey, just a quick one-shot of our favorite couple. Takes place in their universe. No fighting, only straight loving.

Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Mature Content

Enjoy!

Still in the process of finishing Our Affair's last chapter. Sorry for the delay.

Breaktime

"Oh my…" Orihime blushed. She sat in the bathtub soaking her stiff body while reading an erotic tale. It was only today Orihime had found it while cleaning the living room when it fell from the bookshelf. The recommendation came from Yoruichi. A wedding gift is what she called it. Yoruichi's words of wisdom came to her when she found the book.

"When you want the spark back, just try it out on your hubby. Granted he will appreciate the hell outta you." The cat woman winked.

Her face was bright red when she received it. Time had passed since her wedding day, and she had forgotten all about the book.

After such a ruling day of getting Kazui ready for school, checking on the bakery, fighting hollows, making dinner, and cleaning up, sitting in the tub to read it is the least she could do before forgetting about it again. The two never really lost their spark, more like Ichigo had been locked in his office transcribing for a deadline that had been moved up a week early. As a dutiful wife, she did all she could to not bother him. Reading was a way to quell her uneasiness since she missed him.

She was not the only one. Kazui was disappointed with not seeing his dad but quickly bounced back knowing Ichigo had never been the type to ignore him for long.

Orihime sat up, her breasts pushing the bubbles away to turn to the next page. Her eyes widened at the next set of words after her initial passage before she placed the book down. Her hands covered her blushing face.

"Yoruichi-san is naughty!" she whimpered to herself. Trying to get over her embarrassment, Orihime tried to relax her body in the growing warm water. Her pale skin started getting pruned from the long soak. The light laughter of her son through the door made her get out of the tub. Washing the lingering suds and the conditioner from her hair, she opened the bathroom to see Kazui running in the halls with Kon. The plushy toy stopped running and went primal in his pervy state.

Orihime tightened the string on her bathrobe as she dodged his pounce. Not giving up, she took up the book and smacked him with it. Kazui defending his mother, grabbed the sulking bruised lion and took him away from her.

"I'm ready for bed now mama," Kazui smiled happily, pulling at Kon's ear to calm him down. He was dressed in a dinosaur onesie. Orihime smiled at how cute her son was.

"I'll be there in a minute, okay?" Kazui grinned as he trotted to his room down the hall. Kon argued about staying with her, but her son poked at him denying him.

Orihime turned the opposite way, heading to her bedroom to moisturize her skin and get dressed in her pajamas. Leaving the towel on her wet hair, she made her way back to her son's room. Kazui was propped up on his bed with Kon by his feet lying down. She grabbed one of his favorite books and sat down on the edge of his bed. Kazui pulled the covers up to his chin and waited for his mom to find where they had left off.

In a matter of minutes, he drifted off to sleep snoring into dreamland. Kon was up but remained silent as she got up. Kissing Kazui on the forehead, she tucked the book back on the shelf and made her way to the door.

"Thank you Kon for playing with Kazui again today." She waved and took one last look at her son before closing the door.

The day was mildly productive, and she could not complain. Her husband was still locked in his office and probably won't be out unless nature calls. In the form of food or waste. Yuzu and Karin have already fallen asleep since they started working in the hospital. They both had taken extra shifts, which was rare for them, leading them to sleep in early. Now it was just her in the hallways of the home.

Making her way back into her bedroom, she took out the hair dryer and began drying her damp hair. Watching her progress through the mirror, her eyes gradually glanced at the book lying on the bed. The passage of what the couple was doing in such an erotic manner made her mind reel. Picturing such an act almost made her drop the hair dryer. She felt an overwhelming sense of desire wash over her. Thinking about if Ichigo would put her in such a position and have her toes curling.

Orihime blinked and tried to calm herself down. Ichigo has always been an excellent lover. Though they dated after he graduated college, they kept their hands to themselves until their wedding night. It doesn't mean her desire scale was never jumping with each kiss and simple touch. Their wedding night was as magical as she had hoped.

But now, as adults with a child… their spark wasn't as magical. More like mechanical.

They would schedule random sessions together when no one was home, but it was just that.

Random.

Which meant quick and meaningless.

Orihime turned off the hair dryer and placed it down. Finger combing her waves as she put it up in a lazy updo, she turned around and picked up the book. Opening it back up to the last place she had left off, she began reading some more. Her eyes were glued to the words as she laid down flat on her bed, with her legs in the air. Engrossed in each word and phrase, her fingers played in her hair on the back of her neck. Her bottom lip was pulled in by her teeth to stop her body from shuddering.

The sound of a door slamming dragged her back into reality. She closed the book and got up. She opened the door and made her way down the hall to the staircase. She spotted Ichigo with a fresh mug of coffee sipping it as he walked back to his office.

"Are you okay?" Orihime whispered trying not to scare him and waking up Kazui. Ichigo glanced up as he sipped from the mug.

He lowered the black liquid. "You're still up?" He ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry for being loud. I'll… I'll probably be doing an all-nighter. No need to wait up for me. Get some rest." He sighed as he opened the door and entered his office. This time he lightly closed it. Orihime frowned. He did not look okay.

The circles under his eyes and a cup of coffee so late at night were not good for his health. Remembering the part of the book where the wife seduced her husband to sleep made its way into her subconscious.

Smiling, Orihime turned, making her way back into the bedroom. Opening the dresser drawer of her underwear, she searched for the other wedding gift she had not used since receiving it. Finding the black unopened box, she took it out and smirked.

As Ichigo's wife, this was her duty.

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Orihime gazed at her figure in the full-length mirror. The laced red negligee and matching heels were playing twins with her face. She was beet red. The see-through material hid only so much. Her back was exposed due to the halter top design, and her butt cheeks were hanging out of the laced boy shorts.

"What was Tatsuki-chan thinking when she picked this out?" Orihime complained as she tried to pull the underwear down to hide her cheeks. It made no difference. Biting her glossed lips, she shifted to put on the silk robe to cover her body.

"It's now or never," she huffed. Taking up the little perfume bottle, she spritzed it on her neck and wrists before placing it down. Giving herself one last look over, she grinned. "Let's do this."

Orihime opened the door and listened for any movements. Everyone in their home was fast asleep, which meant it was a great time to initiate her plan. Her heels clicked on the floor as she moved to the stairs. She tried her best to be quiet when walking down. With each step, she inhaled a sharp breath. Finally, at the landing, she exhaled and wiped the sweat forming on her brow.

Standing up straight, she made her way to Ichigo's office. Pressing her ear to the door, she listened to his fingers typing away at his desktop. Every few seconds she would hear him huff in frustration but went back to typing.

Reading his spiritual pressure, it flared with anger, irritation, and then calmness. She pulled back from the door and bit her lip.

Maybe this is a bad idea.

Orihime contemplated taking off her heels and running up the stairs back to the bedroom. Anything to hide from this shameless action she was about to portray. Already having the idea to run away, she heard Ichigo clear his throat.

"Orihime, do need something?" She jumped when he called out her name. Her heart was racing. "Come in, don't just stand out there."

10 years of marriage of course he would know his own wife's spiritual pressure lurking outside his office door.

She sighed, trying to calm herself down, "Okay, I'm coming in." Reaching for the knob, she closed her eyes. Every action the wife in the book did to seduce her working husband, she could do herself with confidence. Moving her hand away from the knob, she untied the knot holding the robe together. She pushed up her breasts in the negligee and smiled. She then dropped her smile and tried to fix her face to be more serious yet desirable.

Knowing what stance to take, Orihime reached for the knob and turned it. Swinging the door open, she stayed in the doorway and placed one hand near the top of the doorframe while the other rested on her hip. Leaning onto the doorframe, she gazed at her husband.

She scowled when she noticed his back was to her. He was busy rummaging in the drawers behind his desk taking out a few papers. "Is something wrong Orihime?" he asked, yet not facing her. Relaxing her face, she inhaled slowly and kept her pose.

Noticing her silence, Ichigo whirled his office chair around and almost dropped the transcribed material onto the floor. His mouth dropped open. Orihime gave a small smile at his lack of speech. She walked in and turned around flailing the robe open to expose her hanging cheeks from their lace underwear. Her ears were filled with an audible gasp from him. She tried to hide her pride when closing the door and locking it.

Orihime peeked over her shoulder to see Ichigo desperately trying to formulate a word, but his eyes were wandering all over her body. Taking the next step in her plan, she slowly made her way around his desk. His eyes watched every move she made.

Carefully, she pushed his desktop keyboard away from the spot in front of him. His tablet was also there, which she closed and placed it to the side as well. With enough space, she propped herself on his desk and sat in front of him. Her fingers traced her thighs as they parted, up to her barely covered breasts and up to her hair. She kept the messy updo just for this. Undoing the bun, Orihime shook her head letting the tresses splay over her shoulders and down her back giving it a wild look.

In the meanwhile, Ichigo could only watch her move around as if she was an entirely different person. Well since reading that book, she felt like she was. Needing to surprise him some more, she lifted one foot and placed it on the armrest. With little strength, she pulled his seat closer and between her thighs.

Ichigo nearly lost his mind. He dropped the papers and placed his hands on her thighs to stop his body from knocking her back. She hummed at the feel of his warm large callous hands against her skin. Needing more of his touch, her hand reached for his chin and tilted it up to gaze into her lust-filled eyes.

"You need a break," she whispered tracing his chin. Ichigo's usually soft brown eyes reserved for her had turned dangerously dark.

"Orihime…" he growled.

"Yes, my King." She didn't know where that nickname came from, but from the trauma he faced while in his inner world and his inner hollow calling him king, she wanted to give that name a different feel for him. She knew she did well when he closed his eyes and his fingers squeezed around her thighs.

"Shit…" he growled trying to calm his eagerness so he wouldn't fuck her on his desk. Something he planned to do since seeing her standing in the doorway. "… where have you been hiding this outfit?"

Her fingers moved down to his neck and traced his Adam's apple as it bobbed when he swallowed. "I kept it in case of an emergency." Ichigo opened his eyes and grazed her inner thighs with his fingertips.

"And you thought today was the time to use it?" She hummed in positivity. "I appreciate you for taking such a risk."

"You're welcome," she whispered glancing up to his eyes. "Are you hungry?" She licked her lips. "I have a little boost of flavor here," her other hand pointed to her lips. "Strawberry vanilla."

Ichigo grinned, letting go of her thighs and leaning back in his chair away from her drawing fingers. She pouted at the lack of heat from his touch. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Orihime raised an eyebrow. "Yes, and for you to do so much more," she purred. Her hand reached for the lace material covering her breasts. "You don't want to?" she teased pulling it down and exposing the curves of her mounds.

"I do," Ichigo balled his hand into a fist while the other traced his chin watching her. "But if I do… Kazui and my sisters might wake up."

Orihime raised her hand in a pledge. "I promise to stay quiet."

He shook his head chuckling. "That's the thing Hime… I want to hear you scream when I fuck you."

She slowly dropped her hand, "Oh…" she smirked. "Then do it. My Shun Shun Rikka can muffle the noise."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "You can do that?"

She grinned, shrugging her shoulders, making the robe fall down her arms. "Let's figure that out together."

"You're really testing me."

"Not testing, just giving you a break." She raised her hand and gestured her forefinger in a come-hither motion. "Breaktime starts now."

Without another word, Ichigo got up from his chair and grabbed Orihime by the back of her neck. His lips crashed over hers making them both moan at his forceful nature. The mix of strawberry, vanilla, and coffee filled their tastebuds. His other hand reached for the robe and pulled it off. He grasped her back and pulled her against his pronounced erection. Her hands fisted the sides of his shirt holding onto him.

Her hips moved keeping the friction of his leg between her thighs. The bundle of nerves prompted the pulsating pleasure she could only get from him. Releasing his hold, he moved back giving himself room to reach for the hem of his shirt. Prying it off with her help, his lips found Orihime's again.

Her fingers ran through his short haircut she loved and angled his head deepening their kiss. Not wanting to push the computer desktop and other electronics onto the floor like they had seen in movies, Ichigo picked her up by the thighs to carry her to the small couch in the corner of his office.

Laying her down, he continued to attack her lips with deep kisses as his hands cupped her laced breasts. She moaned at his pawning. Needing to feel her flushed skin, he unhooked the hook and let the negligee fall around her waist. Her eyes fluttered shut as he moved his hands, cupping and squeezing her breasts before he closed his mouth over her nipple. Orihime's lips parted as he sucked the hypersensitive pearl, moving his head back to tease it with his teeth before he pulled it into his mouth again. Rolling his tongue and sucking so hard she couldn't help but cry out in pleasure-filled pain. He smirked before giving the other one the same attention, sucking, biting, and teasing until excitement grew.

He brought his mouth back to hers, kissing her like he was a starving madman. Her hips grind into him keeping that same friction. The thin layered pants he had on made everything feel that much closer. He ground into her to increase their friction.

They were dry humping on the couch moaning and groaning at the erotic sensations. Orihime reached for his neck and sank her teeth there before lapping away at the bite mark with her tongue. He leaned back and growled. "Shit…"

They did not stop humping each other. Feeling the urge, she closed her eyes and kept circulating her hips on the one spot. Ichigo's eyes watched as her closed eyes tightened and her mouth fell open as she came. He groaned feeling the warm rush soak through his pants.

She reached for him and gave quick kisses to his chin and his lips. He smirked at her need to be close whenever she came. He pushed himself off her and reached for the hem of her laced underwear. Knowing what he wanted, Orihime lazily lifted her hips as he pulled the underwear down past her knees, to her ankles, and over the heeled red shoes. Throwing it behind him, Ichigo parted her thighs and inhaled her arousal.

His fingers traced her folds and gently circled her clit. She shivered at the feel of his touch on the raw bud. Leaning down, he plunged his tongue between her legs to slide over the sensitive skin. She grabbed the armrest over her head to keep herself from leaping out of her skin. He hooked her leg over his shoulder, covering her folds with his mouth.

With his whole face buried between her legs and an arm hooked around her thigh, Ichigo pulled her up to get an even better angle.

"Ahh!" Orihime cried, planting her free hand on top of his orange mane as her body jerked in pleasure. Without warning, he hooked her other thigh over his shoulder, opening her wider. She clenched her teeth trying desperately to stay quiet, but the inhaling and exhaling of her breaths did little to lower the noise. Ichigo's tongue licked and lapped making her thighs quiver in bliss.

No longer able to hide her screams, Orihime whimpered. "Oh God!" she chanted over and over as his fingers pushed into her as his lips closed around her clit, sucking it into his mouth. he flicked and circled it with his tongue as he stroked. Tears blurred her vision as another orgasm rocked through her. Letting go of the armrest, both of her hands were in his hair as her hips moved against his tongue prolonging her orgasm.

Ichigo pried her thighs from around his head after she came. She closed her eyes embracing the orgasmic high. He stood up and pulled his pants down. He kicked them off before settling between her legs. He hooked her thighs between his waist letting his hot hard member lay on top of the soaked folds.

She looked down at their soon-to-be connection, greedily anticipating the feeling of him inside of her. Her stomach clenched as he rubbed himself over her wetness before he guided himself inside. Not taking her eyes away, Orihime watched the transition of him sliding into her until their hips met. They shared a groan of contentment. She glanced up, meeting his eyes.

He leaned down to brush his lips against hers, soft at first, but then harder and more urgent. He nibbled at the corners of her mouth, traced her bottom lip with his tongue, sucked and nipped, then devoured her like he never had before.

Then he began moving.

Slow, lazy strokes that created an easy delicious friction between them as they kissed. His tongue mimicked his thrusts. When he drove into her deeper, so did his tongue. He stopped kissing her when his strokes got harder, needing to hear her moans. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck.

When he went faster, her moans grew louder.

Deeper. Harder. Faster.

Orihime ran her fingernails down his back and met him with each stroke. Their breathing was erratic chasing after each other.

A few moments later, she buried her face in the crock of his neck to muffle her scream as she came. His strokes did not stop making sure she got every stored pleasure surging through her. Only then did he release his own come inside of her with a ragged growl.

They panted at the excursion of their sexual activity. Orihime laid back down on the couch catching her breath, but he wasn't having that. Ichigo wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up again. This time she straddled his waist.

"Breaktime isn't over my Queen," he said jerking his hips causing them both to moan. His throbbing member was at attention inside her warmth.

"Anything for my King," she said giggling. She leaned down to kiss him to start up again.

Later!

Songs

Sirens (Stay) – Lex Lundon

Fantasy – Alina Baraz, Galimatias

Till Death Do Us Part – Rosenfield

High Vibrations (Slowed Down) – Julia Lostrom