Happy New Year Fic: That's Our "Thing" - IchigoxRukia NC18 vigniette one shot
Title: That's Our Thing
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: StarbearerTM
Genre: PWP
Pairing: Ichigo/Rukia
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Lemon, language, nudity
Word count: 3933
Spoilers: Lost Substitute arc
A/N: Another New Year's Fic to everyone! Thank you! :hug:
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo created Bleach, which is licensed by Shonen jump. I don’t. This fanfiction means no harm. Ichigo is 18 in this is of legal age as is Rukia to engage in such relationships.
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Facedown Ichigo lie on the freshly laundered sheets of his bed for a moment. He had pitched a complaining Kon back into Karin and Yuzu’s room after a particularly grueling hollow session, and now was dealing with the ringing in his head like a gong.
He heard the door slowly opening and the light footsteps of the owner approaching. Automatically he muttered, “Don’t you knock, damn it before you enter a room? I thought Kuchiki nobles were supposed to be polite.”
Next to him the bed shifted slightly indicating she’d sat down on it. A hand rested on his back and tugged on his hair a bit. “Do you want me to heal you or not fool?”
“Fine,” Ichigo muttered, still keeping his face pressed into the pillow. He felt cool hands rubbing the bump on his scalp and hissed as he felt the energy of healing kidou trying to soften the pain.
“Are you trying to suffocate yourself in that pillow, Ichigo?” Rukia quipped.
“No. I’m tired and I want to sleep,” he mumbled into the stuffing. “Too many damn hollows.”
Just on top of the small of his back her weight rested. He felt a tingling collecting in his groin feeling Rukia’s breath pulsing against his ear along with her fingers rubbing his tight shoulders. “Why didn’t you ask your friends for help? You don’t have to do this job alone you know! If Ishida and Chad hadn’t shown up…”
Voice muffled in the pillow he answered, “They wouldn’t have gotten so badly hurt that they needed Inoue to put them back together with her powers.”
“You really ARE stupid,” Rukia sighed as she pinched him on the ear. “What did Renji and I tell you in Hueco Mundo?”
“I know, I get the message already. I’m sorry,” Ichigo muttered. “But you guys already did so much giving me my powers back that I…”
Two hands rested on his back as Ichigo felt her fingers continuing kneading him. He let out a low groan and sighed into the pillow at the sensation of her sitting astride his back causing an instant hardon. Any more of this and he’d come right into his tight pants. At first she kept her touches moderate but her fingers worked down far enough that she had to scoot to sit on his knees. Dissapointed Ichigo felt her sitting on his mid thighs. Fortunately her light fingers dipped between his waistband tightly cinced by the belt around his waist and his shirt. That sensation of her hands massaging his ass caused him to rais his hips slightly.
“Ohhh, lower,” Ichigo murmured. Rukia felt her own need twitching at that noise. Back up his spine she kneeded towards a tight knot on his right shoulder. Ichito tried to keep from pouting since her hands left his ass but having her sit on it was a good replacement.
The hard mass yielded to the pressure of her fingers but Ichigo yelped. “OWWW!”
“Calm down, you’re such a baby,” she muttered, giving his backside a swat.
“What are you doing?” Ichigo gritted as he finally turned his head out of the pillow to see the short dark hair framing her frowning face. “You didn’t read those stupid books again!”
“What books?” Rukia asked, keeping an innocent look on her face but Ichigo rolled his eyes and glared at her.
Ichigo turned over onto his back, almost throwing her off in the process. She repositioned herself sitting on top of his lap, and glared down at him. “I wasn’t done…”
“Oi, if you wanted to do it, then why didn’t you say so?” he asked, glaring up at her with a frown.
“Idiot, it’s not something you just ask for? Maybe if you read ‘those silly books’ you’d have an idea that there’s a certain thing you do before it?” Rukia sighed, rolling her eyes.
“I told you I suck at that romance crap,” Ichigo grumbled, putting an arm over his head as he sat there. But at least he didn’t push Rukia off where she sat. In fact he lifted his hips slightly pushing his buldge into her crotch. Ever so slightly she squirmed to reposition herself so as much of this hardness pressed into her as possible.
“Oh, so I’m good enough to have sex with, but not to be treated like a girlfriend?” Rukia asked, glaring at him simultaneously grinding on him. He could hardly hold back the arosed groan. Now she was playing dirty.
Ichigo grabbed her arms and glared at her, pushing his face into hers. “Are you just looking for a reason to piss me off? If I say anything wrong you’ll get all moody and shit!”
“I do NOT get moody!” Rukia snapped, smacking him on the back of the head.
“Oi, no hitting!” Ichigo muttered grabbing her wrist. “If I wanted to fight I’d beat up my old man, or do you want to go to Urahara’s basement and spar?”
“You are hopeless Ichigo,” Rukia sighed in disgust. “Here I am trying to come onto you with a little foreplay and you’re denser than Renji!”
“If it’s such a pain in the ass then why are you trying to push me into something I’m not?” Ichigo asked, glaring up at her. “I’m not trying to change you!”
“Ichigo don’t change the subject!”
“It IS the same subject! I’m not trying to get you to act all girly and stuff and asking you to stop fighting cause I’m trying to make you into something you aren’t! So why are you trying to yell at me for being all hearts and flowers and shit when I told you that…” Ichigo grumbled.
“Oh so you’re telling me I should just knock you out and say, I want to have sex now? Are you crazy?”
“I don’t mean THAT!” Ichigo complained, blushing deeply. “You don’t say that!”
“Oh so you DO admit there are some rules to being a couple you follow?” she grinned.
“Yeah. Like every time you want to do it, you argue with me,” Ichigo said with a smirk as he suddenly sat up and held her down on his lap even more firmly. Pressed against her stomach was the hard cool metal of his belt buckle. The strap dangled down to one side as it always did, along with the metal chain he wore to secure his wallet in his front pants.
For a full minute Rukia tried to process what he was saying, her own face flushed as she sat astride a very firm bump poking her in the crotch of her panties. Both of them wore school uniforms since they had gotten the hollow alert just after school. She had resumed her guise in the living world on extended duty for squad 13 as its fukaitaicho.
He and Rukia had picked up their relationship as it had been before they left, though with changes. He had gone through hell, and they were both trying to pick up the pieces and come to terms with feelings that had started a year or more before. Only a few times they’d been together, and now trying to become intimate was a strange sort of game.
Ichigo sighed as he reached up and caressed Rukia’s face, muttering, “Oi… Rukia…”
“What,” she grumbled, now feeling her body rubbing into his but irritated at his lack of tact at the same time.
“We don’t have to follow the same rules because it’s the ‘thing couples do’. We can make our own right? I mean yeah there’s the Kuchiki clan rules about you and me, and society rules, but we make our own ‘thing’…” Ichigo muttered, looking at her with those dark eyes she lost herself in. His other hand gripped her waist, holding her down on his lap as he raised his hips a bit.
“I hate it when you start winning our arguments so much,” she muttered, but rested her hand on his chest and played with the buttons on his shirt.
“Ohhh…” Ichigo moaned, bucking up into her.
“Mmmhh…” Rukia replied, squeezing his hips with her thighs.
“So…” Ichigo trailed off, moving his face into inches of hers. “You in the mood?”
“Is THAT what it takes?” she asked, blinking. “You rutting up against me while we argue like a dog in heat! That’s so stupid!”
Ichigo rolled his eyes and pulled her into a kiss. A very clear sign to him that he was in the mood and she should stop worrying so much about ‘how things were done in the living world’. Ichigo’s hands drifted down to her shirt, slowly unbuttoning it.
Inhaling his hot breath, Rukia began unbuttoning his shirt as well, finally surfacing to breathe. She saw the slight smirk on his lips, and answered it with her own as she pulled the halves of his shirt apart and rubbed the soft cotton T underneath. Sitting upright Ichigo then gently repositioned her legs so they were wrapped around his waist, and held her down with both hands on his hips, playfully rubbing their sexes together through clothes. She tried to pull his shirt off as he pushed hers down off her shoulders and looked at the cute lace bra there. His hands lightly rubbed at her breasts with a butterfly’s touch while she rubbed his chest.
“Help me take this off,” Ichigo muttered, crossing his arms. Rukia’s eyes widened as she helped him pull his T off and throw it down to the floor.
“Much better,” he said as he pulled her hands to his chest and she explored the scars on it. Surprised that he was insisting on taking off their clothes and looking at her bare skin without blushing, she felt him bend down and kiss at her neck, dragging his tongue along it as he reached around behind. Rukia helped him unhook the straps, and then reached down for his belt buckle. Soon she undid it and got off his lap to help him pull his pants off.
“Swing your legs around,” Rukia said as she hopped off the bed, small breasts moving with Ichigo’s eyes fixed on them. Ichigo rolled his eye and did so, letting Rukia pull the tight pants off by the bottoms.
“Just throw them on the floor with the rest, will you?” he muttered.
Rukia did so, and then Ichigo parted his legs and pulled her onto the bed with him, fumbling at the zipper on her skirt. Soon he had it undone, and threw it down with her shirt, making a rumpled pile. She glared at him. “What are you…?”
“Yuzu does the laundry ok? This is part of our thing. Taking our clothes off. Give me a break, I’m trying to do foreplay ok?” he whispered.
Rukia’s eyes widened and then she caught his mouth in a kiss, climbing onto his lap. Ichigo swallowed a gulp and then let Rukia push him down so she sat on top of him, pinching at his muscles and his nipples. He knew this was a cue that it was ok to do the same, reaching up to squeeze her breasts and tug at them a bit. He didn’t need to be delicate with Rukia.
“No, squeezing them WON’T make them bigger,” she muttered, glaring at him.
“Who said I wanted them bigger?” Ichigo asked, frowning. “They’re better this size.”
“Last time you wondered if almost pulling them off would make them swell,” she murmured, blinking.
He blushed deeply and muttered, “Well they ARE a little bigger… and I like being able to do this…”
Here he dipped his orange haired head and Rukia gasped as he took as much of one breast into his mouth as he could, sucking on it. To reach her he’d bent almost double, shifting her so she sat on his abdomen. Back and forth he went between both, nipping and suckling as Rukia reached behind and grasped for him.
Then she felt him lay down and reposition her so her hips were right over him, and rubbing where she felt the wetness forming on her rabbit patterned underwear. She still wore her black socks pulled up past her knees. Ichigo then moved her off his lap and started hooking his hands in her undergarments to peel them off. His boxers underwent the same fate, rolled up into a ball with her panties.
Ichigo then positioned her to sit halfway on his lap while he propped up his back with a pillow and slid his hand down her entire body, nude except for her socks. To her delight he was looking at her, avoiding her now tender breasts but rubbing her belly and inner thighs. Everywhere except for her black patch of hair.
Her hand wrapped around him while the other was wrapped over his neck, rubbing at him. She muttered, “If they WERE bigger I could put this between them.”
“Remember I said our thing,” Ichigo muttered, giving her a slight kiss. Rukia then shifted and clamped her thighs around him, sitting on his abdomen.
“Now we can reach each other,” she muttered. “You just had to grow a few inches didn’t you?”
“Always complaining,” Ichigo muttered, then stopped as she grabbed his length and gently started to rub it. He played with her breasts with one hand, happy her head was resting on his shoulder. Long fingers of his right hand slipped down and finally touched her where she wanted it most. Then she glimpsed the mirror across the bed and her eyes widened again.
Visible there were both of them sitting on the bed atop the blue cross pattern, Ichigo’s legs parted while hers were clamped around his member and her bottom nestled on his stomach.
His breath fanned her ear, right hand alternating teasing one breast, then the other while she worked on the neglected one. Fingers clenched and slipped inside of her at the same time she gripped and pumped at his length. Softly he nipped and kissed her ear, gasping and sighing.
“Stop messing around and put it in,” she whispered.
Ichigo shook his head no, aware of another disparity between their bodies. “Not till you’re ready…” he muttered, scissoring his fingers inside of her till she yelped at the moist feeling from within.
Rukia couldn’t argue with that. She was touched by his concern over making sure they were comfortable, showing a delicate side of him. Pressing her hands to his chest she unclamped her legs and pressed up. Ichigo positioned himself under her, and she slowly lowered herself. He slid one hand up under her knee and raised it. Rukia gasped as she felt herself opening up even more, and then he entered her. She could glimpse Ichigo plunging himself into her depths in the mirror and by looking down into their laps.
“Took you long enough,” Rukia murmured, closing her eyes and breathing deeply as she tried to get used to him inside her.
“You sure it’s ok?” Ichigo asked.
“I’m not the only one who’s gotten bigger,” she muttered, opening one eye as she took in deep breaths. Ichigo could feel her stretching around him, his frown increasing at the thought of forcing her atop him.
“Ahh… Rukia…” he gasped, caressing her breasts. He felt her shifting on him, and almost lost himself then and there.
“Ichigo…” she managed to stammer in the effort to relax her muscles encasing her orange haired lover’s length. Cupping her breasts in his hands he gave them a rolling squeeze before bringing her up and down. If she pressed her hands on his thighs she could lever herself as well leaving him free to stimulate.
Eyes halfway open he regarded her, and then turned his head alongside to kiss her on the mouth for a moment. Those sapphire pools visible between her own lashes captivated him, and she figured his were a smoldering brown. Hot, intense and twitching inside of her staving the itching ache she pleaded that he satiate.
“Oooh yes, that’s IT!” Ichigo groaned in a low rumble. Securely his hands cupped her breasts, settling her down on top of him. To his delight he sank fully inside so she encased him completely.
“I want to face you fool,” Rukia murmured, even though she craved the angle of penetration.
Hair plastered to his forehead from sweat soaking it Ichigo complained, “Never satisfied are you, huh? Okay, we’ll fix that… NOW…”
By pressing down with both feet she levered her body up and off him. Immediately she missed the orange haired shinigami substitute’s endowments. Then once she spun around she welcomed his hands grasping her hips. That slow penetration reintroduced him to her core in a deliciously slow fashion. For only a second she glanced at the place their bodies joined before averting her gaze.
“Hey, you can look at us doing it. That’s the idea of the mirror,” Ichigo said, reaching up to caress her cheek. Stopping in the middle of sex wasn’t something that irritated him.
“Looking at it… doesn’t always help me feel less awkward,” she confessed.
“I think it’s freaking fantastic. Are you nuts? It’s a huge turn-on,” Ichigo panted, thrusting up into her.
Rukia caught her breath, pinning his hands behind his head. “That’s because you’re… a GUY. Seeing your private member shoved inside a girl who’s naked is supposed to do that! But girls… we like something different.”
Her hands ran over his muscular abdomen and well toned chest. To Ichigo’s delight she looked him straight in the eyes. Sitting halfway propped up he found to be one of the more comfortable positions for woman on top. A slight dusting of red hair covered his chest that she loved to run her hands along. Perhaps Ichigo too was a bit shy still, but that vanished in the bedroom when it was just them. Large fingers curling around the small lumps of her breasts prompted her to bend down and nip at one of his nipples.
Tingling snaps and a few bursts of light behind her eyes coupled with her frantic gasps for air. She let out a loud groan instead of a high pitched scream the second before she shook. Ichigo whispered her name as she clenched hard for him. A quick glance down and she saw his smirk though he was still hard.
“Put up your knees…”
“Why?”
“Just put them up idiot,” Rukia whispered, pushing herself off him so she leaned against the powerful muscled thighs. Ichigo let out a gasped grunt at the change in angle, his eyes opening a bit. Twisting to the side she placed one leg across his chest.
“Mmmm… I see,” Ichigo murmured with wide eyes. He then held her leg up and brought her own around his other. In and out they began to thrust sweat soaked bodies against each other. Rukia’s short hair curled around her head while Ichigo’s was plastered to his, two shades darker. Grunting, groaning and nearly cursing his pleasure out Ichigo shuddered.
Molten spurts scorched yet welcome. Flowing deep into her interior. Great washes of reiatsu accompanying them. Loud shouts dissolving into something far more. And a hard cramp in her leg.
“OUCH!” Rukia yelped.
Ichigo blinked weary eyes and gasped, “Rukia… I’m sorry…”
“It’s not YOU idiot,” she panted. “My leg’s asleep!”
Dangerously close to his face her foot flailed the instant before he managed to withdraw. Rukia blushed at the sensation of hot moisture seeping to coat their inner thighs. Ichigo scrunched his body to the side giving her enough room to move over. The nasty cramp spread up to a tingling climax that almost eclipsed the one she’d enjoyed. “AHHH!”
“Rukia… you ok?” he whispered. She climbed alongside him.
“Use your fingers,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry I didn’t…”
“Just shut up and use your fingers,” she whispered, maneuvering his hand between her legs. Scissoring motions against her pleasure center rocketed Rukia into the stratosphere.
Just seeing this, Ichigo let out a moan of desire and frustration. The stiff member engorged with blood bumped her knee. Rukia wrapped her arm around his waist and threw her leg over his hip. A deep thrust within worked her onto him. Stretched from before she could accommodate him better to her delight. His dark lashed eyes fluttered shut. Chests heaved in a low groan of,” Rukia…”
“Much better, fool,” she whispered.
“Aren’t you going to move?” asked Ichigo, panting.
“Just enough to… ahh…” Rukia half yelped. Small frenzied movements without huge thrusts prompted Ichigo to rock his hips more gently so his shaft tickled her own pleasure nub. Throwing his arm over her body he locked them together. Against his lower arm he pillowed her neck and head to devour a breast greedily. Rukia locked her arm around his for leverage. Thrust thrust, shiver, thrust thrust shiver.
Ichigo's hands slid down squeezing her buttocks and holding her hips at his deepest thrust. He wasn’t sure if she whimpered into his ear but he caught her lips in an intense kiss. Inside their chests hearts thumped together from the frenzy of their lovemaking. Tongues tangled together for a few sweet seconds in the shudder. Another spurt of fire inside sent her over the edge answering with her own salvo.
Rukia released from the kiss first heaving in a huge gasp of welcome oxygen. Ichigo’s eyes were squeezed shut in an expression of pain she knew was really extreme pleasure. Hard and throbbing inside one minute, softening the next. His huge sigh through clenched teeth gladdened her. Sweat stuck parts of their bare skin together. Rukia’s thoughts ran in a frenzied rush at the same pace of her breathing. Through half open eyes she saw the blissed out smile of her lover watching her with soft brown eyes.
“Hey,” Ichigo commented.
“That’s all you can say after that?” Rukia panted.
“Would something cheesy like I love you work?’ Ichigo tried, frowning.
“Saying THAT isn’t cheesy!” Rukia blurted out. Ichigo’s arms bound her to him so she wouldn’t pull away.
“Dammit Rukia I love, you so there!” Ichigo half shouted.
“Well I love you too, so what do you think of that?” Rukia snapped.
“Good,” Ichigo sighed. “Jeez, you can’t even tell me how you feel without yelling it.”
Twining her fingers with him Rukia rested her head on his chest. Ichigo already cocooned them in sheets. She could see the pride on his face and the proof of himself still inside. “Then that’s our thing.”
“Told you,” Ichigo couldn’t help tease.
“Says the fool whose still inside me,” Rukia quipped.
“You didn’t tell me to take it out,” Ichigo retaliated sleepily, holding her in place.
“Your sheets are already dirty enough,” Rukia yawned.
Ichigo’s eyes fluttered open face twisting into a scowl. “Dirty sheets my ass!”
“This isn’t romantic pillow talk,” she scowled back.
“Then shut up and sleep,” Ichigo muttered, leaning forwards to give her a kiss.
“Just because you’re kissing me doesn’t mean I’m going to stop talking,” Rukia quipped after suppressing the sigh of his lips moving over hers. He learned many things quickly.
Already Ichigo rolled on his back taking her with them. Slight motions of his body brushed Rukia’s center at the union of their bodies making her whimper a bit. Ichigo’s heavy arms still locked her down as he said, “Go to sleep Rukia.”
“Stop that and don’t tell me what to do,” she sassed, not admitting aloud how much she liked how he stayed inside her. Nor did Ichigo admit he enjoyed her sheathing him even after they made love.
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: StarbearerTM
Genre: PWP
Pairing: Ichigo/Rukia
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Lemon, language, nudity
Word count: 3933
Spoilers: Lost Substitute arc
A/N: Another New Year's Fic to everyone! Thank you! :hug:
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo created Bleach, which is licensed by Shonen jump. I don’t. This fanfiction means no harm. Ichigo is 18 in this is of legal age as is Rukia to engage in such relationships.
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Facedown Ichigo lie on the freshly laundered sheets of his bed for a moment. He had pitched a complaining Kon back into Karin and Yuzu’s room after a particularly grueling hollow session, and now was dealing with the ringing in his head like a gong.
He heard the door slowly opening and the light footsteps of the owner approaching. Automatically he muttered, “Don’t you knock, damn it before you enter a room? I thought Kuchiki nobles were supposed to be polite.”
Next to him the bed shifted slightly indicating she’d sat down on it. A hand rested on his back and tugged on his hair a bit. “Do you want me to heal you or not fool?”
“Fine,” Ichigo muttered, still keeping his face pressed into the pillow. He felt cool hands rubbing the bump on his scalp and hissed as he felt the energy of healing kidou trying to soften the pain.
“Are you trying to suffocate yourself in that pillow, Ichigo?” Rukia quipped.
“No. I’m tired and I want to sleep,” he mumbled into the stuffing. “Too many damn hollows.”
Just on top of the small of his back her weight rested. He felt a tingling collecting in his groin feeling Rukia’s breath pulsing against his ear along with her fingers rubbing his tight shoulders. “Why didn’t you ask your friends for help? You don’t have to do this job alone you know! If Ishida and Chad hadn’t shown up…”
Voice muffled in the pillow he answered, “They wouldn’t have gotten so badly hurt that they needed Inoue to put them back together with her powers.”
“You really ARE stupid,” Rukia sighed as she pinched him on the ear. “What did Renji and I tell you in Hueco Mundo?”
“I know, I get the message already. I’m sorry,” Ichigo muttered. “But you guys already did so much giving me my powers back that I…”
Two hands rested on his back as Ichigo felt her fingers continuing kneading him. He let out a low groan and sighed into the pillow at the sensation of her sitting astride his back causing an instant hardon. Any more of this and he’d come right into his tight pants. At first she kept her touches moderate but her fingers worked down far enough that she had to scoot to sit on his knees. Dissapointed Ichigo felt her sitting on his mid thighs. Fortunately her light fingers dipped between his waistband tightly cinced by the belt around his waist and his shirt. That sensation of her hands massaging his ass caused him to rais his hips slightly.
“Ohhh, lower,” Ichigo murmured. Rukia felt her own need twitching at that noise. Back up his spine she kneeded towards a tight knot on his right shoulder. Ichito tried to keep from pouting since her hands left his ass but having her sit on it was a good replacement.
The hard mass yielded to the pressure of her fingers but Ichigo yelped. “OWWW!”
“Calm down, you’re such a baby,” she muttered, giving his backside a swat.
“What are you doing?” Ichigo gritted as he finally turned his head out of the pillow to see the short dark hair framing her frowning face. “You didn’t read those stupid books again!”
“What books?” Rukia asked, keeping an innocent look on her face but Ichigo rolled his eyes and glared at her.
Ichigo turned over onto his back, almost throwing her off in the process. She repositioned herself sitting on top of his lap, and glared down at him. “I wasn’t done…”
“Oi, if you wanted to do it, then why didn’t you say so?” he asked, glaring up at her with a frown.
“Idiot, it’s not something you just ask for? Maybe if you read ‘those silly books’ you’d have an idea that there’s a certain thing you do before it?” Rukia sighed, rolling her eyes.
“I told you I suck at that romance crap,” Ichigo grumbled, putting an arm over his head as he sat there. But at least he didn’t push Rukia off where she sat. In fact he lifted his hips slightly pushing his buldge into her crotch. Ever so slightly she squirmed to reposition herself so as much of this hardness pressed into her as possible.
“Oh, so I’m good enough to have sex with, but not to be treated like a girlfriend?” Rukia asked, glaring at him simultaneously grinding on him. He could hardly hold back the arosed groan. Now she was playing dirty.
Ichigo grabbed her arms and glared at her, pushing his face into hers. “Are you just looking for a reason to piss me off? If I say anything wrong you’ll get all moody and shit!”
“I do NOT get moody!” Rukia snapped, smacking him on the back of the head.
“Oi, no hitting!” Ichigo muttered grabbing her wrist. “If I wanted to fight I’d beat up my old man, or do you want to go to Urahara’s basement and spar?”
“You are hopeless Ichigo,” Rukia sighed in disgust. “Here I am trying to come onto you with a little foreplay and you’re denser than Renji!”
“If it’s such a pain in the ass then why are you trying to push me into something I’m not?” Ichigo asked, glaring up at her. “I’m not trying to change you!”
“Ichigo don’t change the subject!”
“It IS the same subject! I’m not trying to get you to act all girly and stuff and asking you to stop fighting cause I’m trying to make you into something you aren’t! So why are you trying to yell at me for being all hearts and flowers and shit when I told you that…” Ichigo grumbled.
“Oh so you’re telling me I should just knock you out and say, I want to have sex now? Are you crazy?”
“I don’t mean THAT!” Ichigo complained, blushing deeply. “You don’t say that!”
“Oh so you DO admit there are some rules to being a couple you follow?” she grinned.
“Yeah. Like every time you want to do it, you argue with me,” Ichigo said with a smirk as he suddenly sat up and held her down on his lap even more firmly. Pressed against her stomach was the hard cool metal of his belt buckle. The strap dangled down to one side as it always did, along with the metal chain he wore to secure his wallet in his front pants.
For a full minute Rukia tried to process what he was saying, her own face flushed as she sat astride a very firm bump poking her in the crotch of her panties. Both of them wore school uniforms since they had gotten the hollow alert just after school. She had resumed her guise in the living world on extended duty for squad 13 as its fukaitaicho.
He and Rukia had picked up their relationship as it had been before they left, though with changes. He had gone through hell, and they were both trying to pick up the pieces and come to terms with feelings that had started a year or more before. Only a few times they’d been together, and now trying to become intimate was a strange sort of game.
Ichigo sighed as he reached up and caressed Rukia’s face, muttering, “Oi… Rukia…”
“What,” she grumbled, now feeling her body rubbing into his but irritated at his lack of tact at the same time.
“We don’t have to follow the same rules because it’s the ‘thing couples do’. We can make our own right? I mean yeah there’s the Kuchiki clan rules about you and me, and society rules, but we make our own ‘thing’…” Ichigo muttered, looking at her with those dark eyes she lost herself in. His other hand gripped her waist, holding her down on his lap as he raised his hips a bit.
“I hate it when you start winning our arguments so much,” she muttered, but rested her hand on his chest and played with the buttons on his shirt.
“Ohhh…” Ichigo moaned, bucking up into her.
“Mmmhh…” Rukia replied, squeezing his hips with her thighs.
“So…” Ichigo trailed off, moving his face into inches of hers. “You in the mood?”
“Is THAT what it takes?” she asked, blinking. “You rutting up against me while we argue like a dog in heat! That’s so stupid!”
Ichigo rolled his eyes and pulled her into a kiss. A very clear sign to him that he was in the mood and she should stop worrying so much about ‘how things were done in the living world’. Ichigo’s hands drifted down to her shirt, slowly unbuttoning it.
Inhaling his hot breath, Rukia began unbuttoning his shirt as well, finally surfacing to breathe. She saw the slight smirk on his lips, and answered it with her own as she pulled the halves of his shirt apart and rubbed the soft cotton T underneath. Sitting upright Ichigo then gently repositioned her legs so they were wrapped around his waist, and held her down with both hands on his hips, playfully rubbing their sexes together through clothes. She tried to pull his shirt off as he pushed hers down off her shoulders and looked at the cute lace bra there. His hands lightly rubbed at her breasts with a butterfly’s touch while she rubbed his chest.
“Help me take this off,” Ichigo muttered, crossing his arms. Rukia’s eyes widened as she helped him pull his T off and throw it down to the floor.
“Much better,” he said as he pulled her hands to his chest and she explored the scars on it. Surprised that he was insisting on taking off their clothes and looking at her bare skin without blushing, she felt him bend down and kiss at her neck, dragging his tongue along it as he reached around behind. Rukia helped him unhook the straps, and then reached down for his belt buckle. Soon she undid it and got off his lap to help him pull his pants off.
“Swing your legs around,” Rukia said as she hopped off the bed, small breasts moving with Ichigo’s eyes fixed on them. Ichigo rolled his eye and did so, letting Rukia pull the tight pants off by the bottoms.
“Just throw them on the floor with the rest, will you?” he muttered.
Rukia did so, and then Ichigo parted his legs and pulled her onto the bed with him, fumbling at the zipper on her skirt. Soon he had it undone, and threw it down with her shirt, making a rumpled pile. She glared at him. “What are you…?”
“Yuzu does the laundry ok? This is part of our thing. Taking our clothes off. Give me a break, I’m trying to do foreplay ok?” he whispered.
Rukia’s eyes widened and then she caught his mouth in a kiss, climbing onto his lap. Ichigo swallowed a gulp and then let Rukia push him down so she sat on top of him, pinching at his muscles and his nipples. He knew this was a cue that it was ok to do the same, reaching up to squeeze her breasts and tug at them a bit. He didn’t need to be delicate with Rukia.
“No, squeezing them WON’T make them bigger,” she muttered, glaring at him.
“Who said I wanted them bigger?” Ichigo asked, frowning. “They’re better this size.”
“Last time you wondered if almost pulling them off would make them swell,” she murmured, blinking.
He blushed deeply and muttered, “Well they ARE a little bigger… and I like being able to do this…”
Here he dipped his orange haired head and Rukia gasped as he took as much of one breast into his mouth as he could, sucking on it. To reach her he’d bent almost double, shifting her so she sat on his abdomen. Back and forth he went between both, nipping and suckling as Rukia reached behind and grasped for him.
Then she felt him lay down and reposition her so her hips were right over him, and rubbing where she felt the wetness forming on her rabbit patterned underwear. She still wore her black socks pulled up past her knees. Ichigo then moved her off his lap and started hooking his hands in her undergarments to peel them off. His boxers underwent the same fate, rolled up into a ball with her panties.
Ichigo then positioned her to sit halfway on his lap while he propped up his back with a pillow and slid his hand down her entire body, nude except for her socks. To her delight he was looking at her, avoiding her now tender breasts but rubbing her belly and inner thighs. Everywhere except for her black patch of hair.
Her hand wrapped around him while the other was wrapped over his neck, rubbing at him. She muttered, “If they WERE bigger I could put this between them.”
“Remember I said our thing,” Ichigo muttered, giving her a slight kiss. Rukia then shifted and clamped her thighs around him, sitting on his abdomen.
“Now we can reach each other,” she muttered. “You just had to grow a few inches didn’t you?”
“Always complaining,” Ichigo muttered, then stopped as she grabbed his length and gently started to rub it. He played with her breasts with one hand, happy her head was resting on his shoulder. Long fingers of his right hand slipped down and finally touched her where she wanted it most. Then she glimpsed the mirror across the bed and her eyes widened again.
Visible there were both of them sitting on the bed atop the blue cross pattern, Ichigo’s legs parted while hers were clamped around his member and her bottom nestled on his stomach.
His breath fanned her ear, right hand alternating teasing one breast, then the other while she worked on the neglected one. Fingers clenched and slipped inside of her at the same time she gripped and pumped at his length. Softly he nipped and kissed her ear, gasping and sighing.
“Stop messing around and put it in,” she whispered.
Ichigo shook his head no, aware of another disparity between their bodies. “Not till you’re ready…” he muttered, scissoring his fingers inside of her till she yelped at the moist feeling from within.
Rukia couldn’t argue with that. She was touched by his concern over making sure they were comfortable, showing a delicate side of him. Pressing her hands to his chest she unclamped her legs and pressed up. Ichigo positioned himself under her, and she slowly lowered herself. He slid one hand up under her knee and raised it. Rukia gasped as she felt herself opening up even more, and then he entered her. She could glimpse Ichigo plunging himself into her depths in the mirror and by looking down into their laps.
“Took you long enough,” Rukia murmured, closing her eyes and breathing deeply as she tried to get used to him inside her.
“You sure it’s ok?” Ichigo asked.
“I’m not the only one who’s gotten bigger,” she muttered, opening one eye as she took in deep breaths. Ichigo could feel her stretching around him, his frown increasing at the thought of forcing her atop him.
“Ahh… Rukia…” he gasped, caressing her breasts. He felt her shifting on him, and almost lost himself then and there.
“Ichigo…” she managed to stammer in the effort to relax her muscles encasing her orange haired lover’s length. Cupping her breasts in his hands he gave them a rolling squeeze before bringing her up and down. If she pressed her hands on his thighs she could lever herself as well leaving him free to stimulate.
Eyes halfway open he regarded her, and then turned his head alongside to kiss her on the mouth for a moment. Those sapphire pools visible between her own lashes captivated him, and she figured his were a smoldering brown. Hot, intense and twitching inside of her staving the itching ache she pleaded that he satiate.
“Oooh yes, that’s IT!” Ichigo groaned in a low rumble. Securely his hands cupped her breasts, settling her down on top of him. To his delight he sank fully inside so she encased him completely.
“I want to face you fool,” Rukia murmured, even though she craved the angle of penetration.
Hair plastered to his forehead from sweat soaking it Ichigo complained, “Never satisfied are you, huh? Okay, we’ll fix that… NOW…”
By pressing down with both feet she levered her body up and off him. Immediately she missed the orange haired shinigami substitute’s endowments. Then once she spun around she welcomed his hands grasping her hips. That slow penetration reintroduced him to her core in a deliciously slow fashion. For only a second she glanced at the place their bodies joined before averting her gaze.
“Hey, you can look at us doing it. That’s the idea of the mirror,” Ichigo said, reaching up to caress her cheek. Stopping in the middle of sex wasn’t something that irritated him.
“Looking at it… doesn’t always help me feel less awkward,” she confessed.
“I think it’s freaking fantastic. Are you nuts? It’s a huge turn-on,” Ichigo panted, thrusting up into her.
Rukia caught her breath, pinning his hands behind his head. “That’s because you’re… a GUY. Seeing your private member shoved inside a girl who’s naked is supposed to do that! But girls… we like something different.”
Her hands ran over his muscular abdomen and well toned chest. To Ichigo’s delight she looked him straight in the eyes. Sitting halfway propped up he found to be one of the more comfortable positions for woman on top. A slight dusting of red hair covered his chest that she loved to run her hands along. Perhaps Ichigo too was a bit shy still, but that vanished in the bedroom when it was just them. Large fingers curling around the small lumps of her breasts prompted her to bend down and nip at one of his nipples.
Tingling snaps and a few bursts of light behind her eyes coupled with her frantic gasps for air. She let out a loud groan instead of a high pitched scream the second before she shook. Ichigo whispered her name as she clenched hard for him. A quick glance down and she saw his smirk though he was still hard.
“Put up your knees…”
“Why?”
“Just put them up idiot,” Rukia whispered, pushing herself off him so she leaned against the powerful muscled thighs. Ichigo let out a gasped grunt at the change in angle, his eyes opening a bit. Twisting to the side she placed one leg across his chest.
“Mmmm… I see,” Ichigo murmured with wide eyes. He then held her leg up and brought her own around his other. In and out they began to thrust sweat soaked bodies against each other. Rukia’s short hair curled around her head while Ichigo’s was plastered to his, two shades darker. Grunting, groaning and nearly cursing his pleasure out Ichigo shuddered.
Molten spurts scorched yet welcome. Flowing deep into her interior. Great washes of reiatsu accompanying them. Loud shouts dissolving into something far more. And a hard cramp in her leg.
“OUCH!” Rukia yelped.
Ichigo blinked weary eyes and gasped, “Rukia… I’m sorry…”
“It’s not YOU idiot,” she panted. “My leg’s asleep!”
Dangerously close to his face her foot flailed the instant before he managed to withdraw. Rukia blushed at the sensation of hot moisture seeping to coat their inner thighs. Ichigo scrunched his body to the side giving her enough room to move over. The nasty cramp spread up to a tingling climax that almost eclipsed the one she’d enjoyed. “AHHH!”
“Rukia… you ok?” he whispered. She climbed alongside him.
“Use your fingers,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry I didn’t…”
“Just shut up and use your fingers,” she whispered, maneuvering his hand between her legs. Scissoring motions against her pleasure center rocketed Rukia into the stratosphere.
Just seeing this, Ichigo let out a moan of desire and frustration. The stiff member engorged with blood bumped her knee. Rukia wrapped her arm around his waist and threw her leg over his hip. A deep thrust within worked her onto him. Stretched from before she could accommodate him better to her delight. His dark lashed eyes fluttered shut. Chests heaved in a low groan of,” Rukia…”
“Much better, fool,” she whispered.
“Aren’t you going to move?” asked Ichigo, panting.
“Just enough to… ahh…” Rukia half yelped. Small frenzied movements without huge thrusts prompted Ichigo to rock his hips more gently so his shaft tickled her own pleasure nub. Throwing his arm over her body he locked them together. Against his lower arm he pillowed her neck and head to devour a breast greedily. Rukia locked her arm around his for leverage. Thrust thrust, shiver, thrust thrust shiver.
Ichigo's hands slid down squeezing her buttocks and holding her hips at his deepest thrust. He wasn’t sure if she whimpered into his ear but he caught her lips in an intense kiss. Inside their chests hearts thumped together from the frenzy of their lovemaking. Tongues tangled together for a few sweet seconds in the shudder. Another spurt of fire inside sent her over the edge answering with her own salvo.
Rukia released from the kiss first heaving in a huge gasp of welcome oxygen. Ichigo’s eyes were squeezed shut in an expression of pain she knew was really extreme pleasure. Hard and throbbing inside one minute, softening the next. His huge sigh through clenched teeth gladdened her. Sweat stuck parts of their bare skin together. Rukia’s thoughts ran in a frenzied rush at the same pace of her breathing. Through half open eyes she saw the blissed out smile of her lover watching her with soft brown eyes.
“Hey,” Ichigo commented.
“That’s all you can say after that?” Rukia panted.
“Would something cheesy like I love you work?’ Ichigo tried, frowning.
“Saying THAT isn’t cheesy!” Rukia blurted out. Ichigo’s arms bound her to him so she wouldn’t pull away.
“Dammit Rukia I love, you so there!” Ichigo half shouted.
“Well I love you too, so what do you think of that?” Rukia snapped.
“Good,” Ichigo sighed. “Jeez, you can’t even tell me how you feel without yelling it.”
Twining her fingers with him Rukia rested her head on his chest. Ichigo already cocooned them in sheets. She could see the pride on his face and the proof of himself still inside. “Then that’s our thing.”
“Told you,” Ichigo couldn’t help tease.
“Says the fool whose still inside me,” Rukia quipped.
“You didn’t tell me to take it out,” Ichigo retaliated sleepily, holding her in place.
“Your sheets are already dirty enough,” Rukia yawned.
Ichigo’s eyes fluttered open face twisting into a scowl. “Dirty sheets my ass!”
“This isn’t romantic pillow talk,” she scowled back.
“Then shut up and sleep,” Ichigo muttered, leaning forwards to give her a kiss.
“Just because you’re kissing me doesn’t mean I’m going to stop talking,” Rukia quipped after suppressing the sigh of his lips moving over hers. He learned many things quickly.
Already Ichigo rolled on his back taking her with them. Slight motions of his body brushed Rukia’s center at the union of their bodies making her whimper a bit. Ichigo’s heavy arms still locked her down as he said, “Go to sleep Rukia.”
“Stop that and don’t tell me what to do,” she sassed, not admitting aloud how much she liked how he stayed inside her. Nor did Ichigo admit he enjoyed her sheathing him even after they made love.