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Orihime had been blessed in life, though with a few noticeable lows, she wouldn’t trade what she had right now for anything else. There was a reason things happened this way and she understood that.
After all, her husband was the best in the world, one of the best things that ever happened to her since he entered her life more than a decade ago. She still felt giddy at calling him her husband even after four years of marriage, she was elated, beyond happy. There had been a little fear in her that with time their love and passion could dwindle and die out, she didn’t have the best example of love in her life, but after so long, she was sure that it would never happen, because she still wanted her husband exactly the same as when they first got together and she was able to let her lust out.
Ichigo had always been a bit more reserved, he had confessed to her how much it took him to speak on his feelings for her for many reasons. He shied away from touching her in public on his own, the relentless teasing from his father, their friends and even acquaintances had him deeply embarrassed, he was surely capable of loving his wife, he just didn’t understand why it had to be pointed out as if he was doing something wrong or unexpected. So her advances were always welcomed, he followed her flow and how much she wanted him as he did her to not cross any line she had. When she kissed him in public she could feel his hold tighten roughly on her waist to keep himself to go lower on her body and give the people on the street a show they didn’t deserve.
His eyes spoke by themselves as well, anytime she touched him they grew big and dark, with still a glimmer of light that had her amused because that showed unspeakable things going through his mind and her satisfaction at being needed and wanted fueled her own dirty mind. His restraint was something she found absolutely attractive and arousing to a certain point.
But Ichigo in public was completely different from Ichigo when they were alone in the house and even more when little Kazui was asleep or with his aunts and grandfather.
Ichigo loved his wife, maybe too much at times. Was that possible?
He wasn’t sure if there was such a thing as loving your wife too much, maybe he wasn’t loving her enough, that’s a doubt that crept up on him sometimes due to not being able to properly show his feelings but she got him, she understood in many ways. He wasn’t like his father was with his mother, he didn’t have that shamelessness, though he wanted to at times, when they were together running errands, he noticed the men around him looking at her for too long, his only defense mechanism was his death stare and hovering over her.
Ichigo loved Orihime’s personal space, her personal space was his personal space.
He always made sure to always point out or ask her for dates without Kazui. Even while dating for the little they did, since he may have been impatient on that front too and proposed quickly to normal standards, but that was justified he had been abroad for too long, going over and over his feelings for her to take time to simply date. So, he still asked her to be his Valentine every Valentine’s day, it was something silly for some, but the smile she gave him each time while accepting always rejuvenated him and most of the time it ended with a whole lot of touching and cherishing, or the times they didn’t get interrupted by their son.
This year was no different, he asked her but this time around she had asked him to let her handle it. He consented to her, as always, there weren’t many things he ever said no to her, and anyway he always ended up changing his answer after seeing her sad eyes or enjoying her pouting for a little. Except for her pregnancy or sick days, those were unchanging denials.
So, he called his father the day before,on the 13th, and he agreed to look after Kazui without hesitation. “Of course! My adorable grandson will be in good hands with his incredible grandfather and amazing aunties. We will make many drawings for Masaki and Sora, bake some cakes and muffins, and make many memories. They grow so fast after all.” He was crying his fake tears, doing his little show and Ichigo was so close to get emotional for him-
“But at this age they start to remember things as well, we wouldn’t want for him to be traumatized by his own parents by witnessing inappropriate things, Valentine’s day of all things. No, no, no. But, oh, another grand baby, I know little Kazui-kun has been asking for a sibling, may I suggest a few-“
“No!” That’s where all his empathy ended. “We’ve talked about this before, surely every time we ask you to babysit, it’s not a conversation I want to have with you at all!”
“Ichigo, we have to look at this realistically, you might get your own set of twins some time soon-“
“Old man, the only thing you’ll get is a beating, see you tomorrow.” He hung up with a sigh, breathing deeply to let the redness and embarrassment go away.
Ichigo very much knew what his father meant, he knew himself and he knew his own wife, she was mischievous, sneaky, a vixen. He loved that about her, he had fallen for her without knowing about that but it was more than a welcomed surprise, for that same thing it wasn’t something his father had to put his nose in. He had enough with Zangetsu inside of him, that let his own inner thoughts out too.
He finally sat down by Kazui’s side in the living room, he was drawing on the low table, all his colors all over and he started to collect them closer in order for him. He imagined for a second what his father's words meant, Kazui was Orihime’s carbon copy apart from the color of his hair, having another one or two running around, would they look like her or him this time around? Would it be a girl or another boy? He never cared about it that much, he loved his boy with all his heart and wouldn’t mind having another one, though a little sister, just like it happened with him… His own set of twins…
Orihime was beautiful when she was pregnant, with her little dresses flowing down, rubbing on her bump, eating, crying, she was angelic in every instance of it. He wouldn’t mind seeing her plump and round one more time, they had not spoken about it, but whenever they always talked about having children, not a child.
He was getting too ahead of himself. He shook his head, shaking away the thought and coming back to reality, where Kazui was telling him of his drawing, Tsubaki was in the middle of it, unfinished, he’d probably throw a fit for having drawn him, but alas he wasn’t there to protest.
Just then the door opened. “I’m home!”
“Welcome back, Hime.” He softly said back, before he could even think of standing up, she was already in the living room.
“Where are my boys?” She put the bags on the couch as she crouched down. Kazui ran over to his mother.
“Mommy!” “There it is my little Kazui!” She hugged him tightly, swirling him in her arms as he giggled. He let go, running back to his spot, covering his paper. “It’s not done. Mommy can’t see.”
“Fine, fine. Take your time, baby.” She said, finally able to get closer to her husband. “Hi, Ichi-kun.” Sultry voice, he felt seduced with a simple greeting.
“Hi, Hime.” He smiled, kissing her lips, with her hands cupping his cheeks. “What you got there?” He nodded towards the bags.
“Can’t say, it’s part of my surprise for tomorrow.” She put her finger on his lips to silence him. “Did you call grandpa?” So, his father had become grandpa in his house, if you called him anything but Kazui would actually correct them, after some time it got annoying so they just called him that.
He hummed and nodded. “I will take this little boy to the clinic in the afternoon.”
“To grandpa?” Kazui looked up at them.
“Yes, you’re going to sleepover at grandpa’s, Yuzu-chan and Karin-chan will be there too.” Orihime said, his face brightening just like hers when she got happy.
“I make a drawing for grandpa too.” He said, taking yet another sheet.
“Finish Tsubaki’s drawing first, don’t waste paper.” Ichigo said, revealing what it was that he was drawing so vehemently to her. “Daddy!” He pouted. “It was a surprise.” Whining.
“Oops, I didn’t hear anything.” Orihime stood and walked away, though her intentions were quickly unnoticed as all her Shun Shun Rikka, all of them, decided to make an appearance after hearing Tsubaki’s name. “Ka-chan!” “Oh, my Lord.” “Why did I hear my name?” “Your talents are always impressive, Kazui-kun!” Promptly distracted and protected, Ichigo stood up too, following his wife out of the living room.
“I’m going to wash up, Ichi-kun.” She came out of the bedroom, holding her clothes in her arms. He went up to her, sliding his arms around her for another kiss, pecking her lips after. “I missed you too.” She smiled and he did too, hiding his face in the crook of her neck, pecking her skin.
“Want some help?” His fingers played with the hem of his shirt. Orihime raised an eyebrow at him, her husband was provoked or had been thinking too much about what she’s going to do the day after. “I never implied anything more than that.” He put his hands up, making her miss his touch.
“Don’t get any funny ideas, there’s going to be nothing till tomorrow.” Now he was taken aback.
“I never agreed to that, Orihime.”
“Full name. May I remind you that you withheld it from me for a week for my birthday?” She pointed out, there was a reason for it.
“And I showed in and showed out the night of your birthday. By the way, that was your idea, not mine, I just followed through.” He correctly pointed out, she looked away, lips pressed, because yes it was her idea and she even told him to not give in to her at all.
“But that was still mean.” Having to take the blame for that, she decided to allow it. “No funny business sir.” She walked in the bathroom with him trailing behind her. Knowing that there was no sex that was going to be there, they fell into conversation seeing her sigh of relief as he had already prepared the bath for her. As she put her clean clothes on one side, she turned to kiss him, she felt his grin on her lips.
“Rough day?” He asked.
“Not really. Maybe a little.” She said, as he leaned against the sink as she started to undress, he looked elsewhere in the meantime. “I stayed a little later, because the owner had to run an errand last minute, so I was all over the place.” She opened the door for the bathtub. “Thankfully the customers understood the situation.”
She didn’t waste time to get in the tub, once he heard the sound of the water, that was his go to finally be able to look down, though his wife’s moan of relief and flushed face for the hot water didn’t really help his cause. Suddenly he felt too warm too, he took a step back and took his t-shirt off and threw it in the laundry basket. She was side eyeing him from the water. “That’s not fair.” She mumbled.
“You set the rules, Hime.” He sighed, adjusting himself while sitting down in a small stool at the side of the tub.
“Mommy! Daddy!” And all the freaky thoughts in their heads disappeared. Her knees went up to her breasts when the door opened and their little one walked in holding a paper up, Ichigo’s hand came to hold him by his belly before he could slip on the ground.
“Careful.” He scolded him gently. “What did we say about running around?”
“No running in the house.” He nodded. “But this is the bathroom.” He tried to counter attack, they didn’t know where he got the smartmouth from at such a young age, but honestly it could’ve been both, they should’ve expected that.
“Baby, the bathroom is still the house.” Orihime said, laying her head on her arms at the edge of the tub.
“But I wanted to show you my drawing.” He held it out, and Ichigo passed her the towel before she held the drawing.
“This is really beautiful, Kazui.” She said, and it actually was, though the hands curiously drawn on Tsubaki’s body were probably the others holding him down for Kazui to draw. “Do you want to put more details or should I put it in the album?”
“Album. I will start one for grandpa, as well. I brought paper.” He held up the other sheet and pulled out a pencil from his pocket.
“Baby, we’re not going to have a reunion in the bathroom while mom is washing up.” Orihime told him, while Ichigo tried to keep his laugh in.
“Why no?”
Kazui Kurosaki loved his mother’s personal space as much as his father did and his father simply wanted to stay seated while she bathed. She sighed, that's taking after his father’s habits. “Because mommy needs some time alone.”
“But daddy never leaves you.”
“Now, I have to.” Ichigo interrupted, picking him up under his arm to get out of the bathroom. “Take your time.” His other hand went to cover his son’s eyes as he leaned down and closer, kissing her and then going out. “What are you going to draw for grandpa?”
“I’m not saying.”
“Why not?”
“Because daddy told mommy, but it was a surprise. No more secrets.” Orihime heard a sigh as the door on the outside closed as well, that was the reason she refrained from doing anything when Kazui was with them, since he became tall enough to reach for doors, Ichigo’s requests for dates had increased, she was just grateful that they had limitless babysitters on standby. She loved her baby, but sometimes she wanted to love on her husband too.
She was in the tub for another half an hour before she got out, changing into her pajama short dress, her hair still a bit dump, she went back to the living room to find Kazui drawing what appeared to be a dragon while Ichigo was reading on his tablet, the evening went on as usual, she cooked, they ate all together, Kazui fell asleep and they stayed up watching TV for a little while before going to sleep.
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“Which shirt do you want to take, baby?” Orihime asked Kazui as they packed his little backpack to spend the night at grandpa’s. It was mostly to have an emergency change, Yuzu, Isshin and even Karin had all made sure that he’d have stuff at the house, he had his closet there with all kinds of clothes, underwear and socks, he also had some of his toys, so they really didn’t have to send him with much, mostly his album to put his drawings, his favorite bottle and his favorite blanket.
“This and this.” He handed her a black t-shirt with long sleeves and his beanie.
“Keep this with you then, is there something else- okay.” She handed him back the beanie while he passed her the newest album he was filling up. “Good. Socks and we’re ready.” He chose a pair and started to try and put them on till she came in to fix them well.
They walked to the living room where Ichigo was already ready with black dress pants and a white button up shirt, fixing a watch on his wrist. “Hime, did you pack Kon?”
She looked up at him and her eyes widened. “I forgot about him, I haven’t seen him today at all. I’ll look for him-”
“Don’t worry, I know where to get him.” He walked back to the their bedroom, first, he was surprised that he wasn’t in Hime’s underwear drawer, last year he had been there, he had put everything of hers to wash right after, second, he wasn’t under the bed, third, he had finally found him in a box on the upper side of their closet, direct view to the bed. “You fucking pervert, you never learn.”
“I would’ve been quiet! If you only gave me a chance, Ichigo!” Kon moved around as he held him by the head.
“A chance to peep on my wife and I? No, thank you.”
“You know, there’s no need to spit that on my face every time. ‘My wife this’, ‘my wife that’, you asshole.”
“Shut up.” He felt suddenly drained of patience. “Kazui, look at this, take Kon with you.” He handed him to him, who smiled happily, even Kon had accepted the embrace of the little boy, he had grown fond of him. “Kazui, your father is a monster.” He cried unintelligibly, the kid just smiled.
“You ready?” His son nodded, they went to the door, Orihime helped them into their jacket and coat, Kazui put on his favorite warm boots and Ichigo, his dressing shoes. “I’ll come back in a couple of hours, as soon as I come back, we’re heading out, all right?” He told her as she nodded in understanding.
“Bye, mommy!” Kazui was up in her arms, hugging her tightly around her neck with his tiny arms.
“See you tomorrow, Kazui. Love you.” She pressed a kiss on the side of his head.
“Love you too, mommy.” He kissed her cheek and then was given to his father, Ichigo held him with one arm, leaning down to peck her lips. “See you in a bit.” He pecked her lips again.
“Can’t wait.” She smiled as the two left, leaving her behind.
The got in the car, Kazui safely in his backseat as he drove to the clinic, it had been weird the first times but then it became even soothing, accepting having grown and having his own family had his heart swelling with love and pride, having his sisters and father still with him, close by was another relief.
He dropped off Kazui and Kon, Yuzu handed him a bag of homemade chocolates that she, Karin and his dad had made the day prior, for him and Orihime to share and a little card with it. He expected for his father to have written something out of pocket as always, but he found Karin’s handwriting. ‘Give me another nephew, or niece, this one is growing too fast. Signed Karin, Yuzu and Isshin Kurosaki.’ There was even a little doodle next to his father’s name that he was sure was supposed to be Kazui’s attempt at writing. How and when did they do this, he didn’t know, but these thoughts weren’t supposed to come back till tonight.
He adjusted himself in his seat and started to drive to his office, fortunately or unfortunately he had gone by his office to send in his work, but that gave him time to go get some things for tonight. He had to go to the office every once in a while to deal with the contracts and renewals but he mostly could handle things from home, which was for the best, he didn’t have his wife’s gift at befriending people.
After that he went to collect a bouquet of strawberry flowers mixed in with white roses to give the classical look along with her favorite flowers, he was grateful to have thought ahead of time, all the flower shops had lines long of a dozen men each, but since he regularly bought her flowers, he had a flower shop he was a regular at, the old woman had to put his order to the side a week prior, so he only had to collect the fresh bouquet. He went to pick up a few more packages, some had been books sent for him and others were gifts he had ordered for her along with a new pair of rainboots for Kazui that somehow broke his old ones.
He was just in time when he got back home. “Hime, I’m back.”
“Welcome back!” She stepped out in the hallway, she was breathtaking, a little red dress that hugged her breasts perfectly, flowing down to her mid thighs, her hair was down her sides in waves, perfectly done.
“So… Can we skip dinner?” The words left his mouth before he could think of it, her eyes widened and then she laughed, though he was serious after thinking it over, why waste time when the goal of both was to orgasm as many times as they could.
“No, dates were made, Ichi-kun. This is part of the program.” He sighed at her grin, her plan was to torture him, she’d tease him all throughout dinner. “Let’s go.” She was going for her coat when he stopped her, pulling from behind his back the bouquet of flowers and the gifts.
“Wait, these are for you. Happy Valentine’s day.” He told her gently as she took them from him, her eyes widening and softening, going up to her toes to kiss him hard. She pulled away before he could trap her in his arms. “Thank you so much, Ichi-kun… What is it?” She put the flowers on the side digging into the bags.
One had a type of chocolates that was made in Europe, his years abroad helped him in something, then another had pair of boots she had been looking at online, a knitted sweater, a dress and a scarf, sometimes he was grateful that she wasn’t an impulsive buyer, she would put items on the cart and never buy them, so he spied and bought them for her. That gained hi
another kiss, this time his arms found their ways around her waist, deepening the kiss, his hands sliding down further to where he was cupping her ass.
She moaned in his mouth before pulling away. “We have a dinner to make it to, don’t be like this… everything will be rewarded later, patience.” How this woman lied through her teeth he didn’t know, because her legs were clenching together this instant. “I’ll put the flowers in the vase and we’ll go.”
“All right.” He pecked her lips as she went on, he looked at her going around, her milky legs showing off, he had never had a good mind for this. But it was normal, he just wanted to bury himself in between his wife’s legs.
They left and reached the restaurant at the exact time. The restaurant was filled with couples on each table. Only a few groups ate together, this had been Ichigo’s favorite restaurant, she picked it this time. “You look beautiful tonight.” They sat in front of the other, she blushed at his compliment but her eyes were coming half lidded, filled with desire.
“You’re handsome, dear.” She rarely used pet names, she had gone so long without saying his first name that she preferred to use that, but there times that it felt right to use others, he always clenched his jaw and looked at her more intensely when she did it.
Maybe it was her feet rubbing up and down his leg underneath the covered table that had him react like that though, he took a deep breath, hearing the click of his tongue as he sat up right, she felt it all appear in her belly, pooling heat for him to lose that composure of his. “It’s the build up.” She said with an innocent smile, as if nothing was happening.
“You’re going to regret it later, love.” He said, her feet stopped for a second there and then it continued, she smiled even more at that.
“I hope so. Now, let’s order, I’m famished.” She said with absolute joy, picking up the menu. He just chuckled, from an outside perspective it might have looked like he had just proposed to her from her giddiness, his only promise though had been of consequences for her lewd behavior.
They ordered food, the conversation had fallen into their normal ones, reminiscing of their younger days, their unspeakable adventures to normal ears and the latest gossip they both heard from either soul reapers or her customers from the bakery.
There was nothing like feeling at peace with the one you love.
After the dessert, they were ready to go. “Dear, can you grant me one wish tonight?” Now that was quite formal to escape her lips.
“What may that be?” He was intrigued.
“I can’t tell you now, but can I?”
“Fine.”
“Whatever I want?”
“Whatever you want.” He agreed, at the end of the day, if it wasn’t something he liked like being tied up, a total failure, he’d just escape from that.
They exited the restaurant minutes later, Ichigo paid and they stayed outside waiting for the valet to get their car. He had to stand up behind her as she had gotten the reaction she wanted during dinner and he was sporting a growing bulge in his pants. “That’s shameless, Ichi-kun.”
“Whose fault is that?” He pulled her closer. But she just giggled in utmost satisfaction.
The valet came then, handing back his keys, Ichigo opened the car door for her and then entered on his side carefully using his coat to not flash anyone else.
She had been quite naughty to him during dinner and he knew that it wasn’t something she could do without having it affect her as well. As he started to drive, he glanced at her, she was adjusting herself quite a bit either out of relieving herself or to show her legs off, either way he was grateful. His hand went down to her thigh, her breath hitched and he allowed himself to start the payback.
His fingers lightly grazed over her skin, going up and down, teasing the top of her leg, almost pulling away her dress before going back down and leaving her undone. “Dear…”
“I need to check on something, can I?” Her him and nod was on the verge of desperation, she was edging herself while edging him.
His hand crawled up, underneath her dress, going on top of her panties only to feel it all wet, soaking through. “Oh… this won’t do… Hime.” His hand was trapped between her legs as she closed them, after pressing on her more, a moan escaping her lips.
“You… need to focus… on the road.” He chuckled as he still moved his finger up and down her slit.
“If your hips didn't move against my fingers, I would even believe you.” She stopped, gripping the seat underneath her, then her legs started to spread open, the dark night didn't let anyone see what they were doing to anyone. He pushed her panties to the side and let his hand cup her pussy, his fingers pushing in her hole with a squelching she couldn’t hide and made him grin.
He pumped two of his fingers in and out of her, one of her hands holding onto his arm and the other against the car door as he did it quicker, closing inside her to hit that sweet spot he had memorized. He continued through her orgasm, with her calling his name in between moans, till even touching her made her spasm.
She was breathing heavily, his bulge had hardened fully, down to one side of his pants. He was ready to retreat, when he took his hand away from her and cleaned up but then she was guiding him, till one of his fingers was in her mouth being licked thoroughly, then the other and then any part that had touched her.
“Fuck me.” He murmured as they were almost home though his impatience was growing stronger and stronger.
“Ichi-kun-“
“No, no, you’ve done your big one already, I’m not rewarding you right away.” He glanced at his side, her eyes going up and down, from his bulge to his face, dark eyes meeting dark eyes, both filled with desire for the other, but she had been teasing him and she was the one that wanted it to be this way. Ichigo was one to follow his wife’s wishes very meticulously. “That’s not going to get you anything.” He commented on how her nails were digging in his leg.
He locked his land in hers, preventing her from touching herself further and letting him feel her close to him, because even if angry or riled up, Ichigo made sure to reassure his wife of how much he loved and cared for her too.
When they got to their apartment everything up till the door was a blur, she didn’t wait for him to get the car door for her, she ran away, calling the elevator in the meantime as he locked the car, so when it arrived, they both got in, he was leaning back on the bar in the back as she stood on her two feet, waiting for their floor.
Their walk was fast down the hallway to their door, Ichigo didn't waste time as soon as the door locked behind them. He only kicked off his shoes and coat before he had her up against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as they both could feel the warmth of his cock against her pussy. Kissing her, ravishing her mouth. “This is what you wanted, huh? Make me lose all control.” He crouched down, laying her down on the floor at the entrance, pushing his hips into hers. “Where I could just fuck you on the floor with no care.” She whimpered, searching for his mouth for more as he pulled away.
It was the annoying beeping of a badge that kept her from talking and she was excited for once at the sound of it. “Right now of all times.” Ichigo groaned as the atmosphere changed in a second, the thought of having to get rid of a hollow had him quickly softening.
“That’s perfect! Gives me time to prepare the rest.” She pecked his lips. He had stood up with her in his arms and let her down. “Don’t get hurt, darling. Leave your body in the bedroom.” She walked away in the bathroom. He shook his head, he had grown accustomed to her change of attitudes pretty early on as they got to know each other.
He followed her words, going into the bedroom and leaving through the window.
Orihime was elated that she wouldn’t have to ask of her wish anymore to him, for once a hollow appeared right at the right time, she was quick to pull the dress off, changing her underwear too, into a pair of newly bought pink lace panties that went on beautifully with the new skimpy nightgown she had bought. She rolled up her leg the thigh highs collants, with a lace hem at the top. Her newly bought shoes were perfect, she looked pretty and sexy, even she could recognize that, now she just had to wait though not long since her husband was the best, he didn’t take long for things as such.
She exited the bathroom, he was facing away from her as she climbed on the bed with her hands going over his shoulders. “Welcome home, darling.”
Her sweet voice filled his ears, he was blushing looking back at her, but that had been enough to get him back in the mood of what he thought was a lost night. She looked beautiful, a nymph or a goddess blessing his sight, teasing with that body of hers that was just right with the nightgown that barely covered anything. He was still holding his body as she started to go up to hug him. “Wait, Hime, I’ll get back-“
“Mhm, mhm.” She shook her head. “Can I have my handsome husband like this?” He looked at her again, as her hand went directly to his chest rubbing around.
He didn’t have to think it twice, though he wasn’t sure if Orihime knew exactly the extent of what he was asking, his body as a shinigami was different from how it was normally, that body could endure wars and fights without ever getting tired too soon.
Nonetheless his body fell on the ground as he let go and he welcomed her in his arms. “Oh… you’re so going to regret this, Hime… this pussy didn't last a trip home, how are you going to keep up?”
“I know that my husband is a man of many talents, more so he knows how to satisfy me perfectly, he’d do anything for me, because he’s the best man ever.” He grinned, they always knew which buttons to push for the right reaction that was good.
He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her fully, he could see the thigh highs and the shoes, little details that really got him. She laid down on the bed, holding herself up right in front of his cock, her hand went over it, waiting for his allowance. His hand went to cup her jaw as he smirked. “I don’t think you should get it, you have been behaving badly all night, teasing me in public and all. But now, you’re here wearing a slutty outfit, aching to be fucked like one. Aren’t you?”
She went for it, her tongue licking over his clothes bulge. “Darling, can I, please?” He couldn’t deny those doe eyes.
Her fingers were quick to scramble his bottoms off, pooling on the floor, as both her hands went for his cock, her mouth wrapping around its head, her tongue swirling around, her eyes looking up at his, observing his every reaction for more.
He took off her legs as he started to move his hips at his own pace into her mouth. The vibrations of her moans getting him closer, looking down at her disheveled form as her legs pressed together, he started to fuck her mouth faster, her tongue trying to keep up licking only the side under where she traced a single vein.
He came in her mouth, groaning in relief, calling for her name till he pulled out, looking down intently where she opened her mouth to let him see his own seed on her tongue, she swallowed it all down with a smile. He leaned down, catching her lips in his again. “Are you okay?” He whispered against her lips.
She nodded brightly. “Perfect.” She said.
He sighed in relief, no matter how much his wife liked the whole dirty talk aspect and the rough, almost animalistic side of it, he always made sure she was okay ih every step. That was probably why she loved him so much at this, she found someone that she knew wouldn’t take advantage of her desires.
She fell back on the bed, he hovered over her, still with his shihakusho on his shoulders, she was kissing her till he pulled away and stood in between her legs, a new boner grown and ready. He slipped himself inside her, bare with no care, it was something that Urahara commented to him in the past, in this form he couldn’t get her pregnant at all. That currently gave him free reign to fuck her over and over till he had the power to do so, without having to pull out of her at all.
He pulled down the straps, letting her breasts free and jiggling as he started to thrust in her, her moans filling the room along with the skin of the back of her thighs and pussy being slapped against his.
He let it drown them, leaving their bodies to follow their deep lust. “Ichi-kun… more, I want more.” She meowed against his skin, he chuckled, this woman kept him at his wits end. His finger went to pinch on her breasts as the other made its way on her belly, pressing his hand down where he knew could make her go crazy.
“Such a greedy woman.” He chuckled and started to put more force in his thrusts, her moans grew louder till she was becoming sensitive, a hand pushing against his stomach, he leaned over, his arms underneath his legs, effectively folding her in a mating press. Pushing her hard and down into the mattress as he reached for her lips, drowning her moans and cries as she came undone again, her legs trembled as he continued thrusting.
His jaw clenched, body pushing her down further, where he hid his face in the crook of her neck as he groaned, a strangled groan, as he came deep in her, filling her with him.
He pulled away, sighing as he pulled out of her, looking at the fucked out and disheveled on the bed. This was going to be a long night.
The cum oozing out of her cunt was a spectacle she seemed to be teasing him with, one of his hands still caressed her knee in a comforting manner as she panted to recuperate her breath.
Then the wanton face looked back at him, still flushed, still burning in heat and greed for more, she needed her husband in each and every way possible. It was a glance that made him understand, he left her knee trailing down her leg where he reached her feet, he started to take off the cute shoes she had on, discarding them on the ground, then the thigh highs, though an appreciated detail he wanted to firmly grip on her skin without any interference.
The panties slid off without much thought, he had tugged on them with force before rendering them loose and almost broken. He was unsure whether to pull the nightie off, she looked incredibly pretty in it after all but it wasn’t practical for many things he wanted to do and it might be just a discomfort for them completely. “Off, take it off.”
She followed his instructions, sitting up to take it off, she flinched feeling the cum coming out of her at once and on the bed, she threw her nightie somewhere in the room, her eyes never leaving his as he watched her every movement.
It was an instinct to face away from him, turning around, she bent over on her legs, leaving her ass up for him to take her from behind. “Darling, could you help me out a little more?” Was it an attempt at teasing? Because his hard on was visibly up, and her hips had moved to press against him.
“You can’t do that yourself, can you? My slutty wife, shamelessly trying.” His hand went up to her ass, stopping her hips from moving, her pussy was glistening from his cum and hers still all around, a pinkish shade and slightly swollen, a sight to behold.
“Darling, please.” Her whimpers came through, her arms letting go and leaving her head against the mattress. “You make me feel so good.”
He slipped in again, hissing at the way she was clenching around him, his wife was insatiable. His pace developed quickly, going deeper and faster, both his hands held tightly on the flesh of her hips, her ass was becoming a darker shade of pink once more as he ruthlessly thrusted.
Hands gripping on the sheets, she started to meet his thrusts halfway, creating a louder sound that she was sure went along the bed creaks and sudden movement due to his force.
“Want more?” He asked as he suddenly stopped so close to her reaching another orgasm.
Her words choked in her throat, dazed out, as he pushed himself deep but didn’t move. she tried to wriggle her hips but nothing came. “I asked if you wanted more, Hime.” His voice was calm but the satisfactory grin was there, amused at her state.
“Should we stop then?” She felt him starting to pull out and though stuttering she finally replied in broken words.
“N-no, no… I-I want to… keep going- d-darling, I can’t do it without you, p-please.” It was exhilarating. Though a part of him looked at his darling wife with kindness, this part knew that she was playing it.
“Can’t say no to that.” He thrusted at once. Her moan couldn’t be contained, she let it out with no care, she loved when her husband lost it, she couldn’t keep her glee of how he became undeniably lost in her, in her demands, in her body, she felt like she corrupted him a little every time he played into her wishes and fell in her advances.
Tears formed in the corner of her eyes. as she felt herself coming close. His hand went up to hers, covering them, intertwining their fingers together as he pushed into her till he felt her walls clenching around, her lips letting cries come through as she came on him.
His mouth kissed on the skin of her back, then sunk his teeth in a bite as he came, a mark that would last a little over a week on her easily bruised skin. It was why he refrained from doing so but once he did it without thinking and she loved to see it the morning after.
After a minute he pulled out after and lifted off her, bringing her with me to lay correctly on the bed; where she stayed curled on top of his chest as he kissed the top of her head. It may have been true that his shinigami form had better endurance even for things like this. His fingers draw circles on her lower back as a silence interrupted only by her soft breathing engulfed the room. “Hime?” Had she fallen asleep?
“Mhm?”
“What did you want to ask me?”
Her giggle and shaking shoulders caught him off guard. Her leg moved up around his waist, he flinched when she brushed against his semi hardness. “What’s funny?” He poked her side, she laughed more and flinched as she thought he was going to tickle her more.
“It’s this. I wanted this.” She tapped on his chest, when she repeated it, she understood the exact meaning and his mouth became an O in surprise. “That hollow was a perfect appearance this time around, I didn’t have to ask you anything.” She laughed; laying on top of him a bit more.
He moved her on top of him fully as she continued to talk. “I wanted to see if it felt different, it didnt really but it was a good experiment.” She laughed, he pulled her in a kiss as he smiled. What other ideas were going through her mind to surprise he wanted to know them all.
She caressed his jaw with her fingers, letting them both breathe before continuing anything else, his eyes were closed as she pecked tiny kisses on his chest, shoulders and neck, his hands went up and down her sides to the curve of her ass, a smile plastered on his face.
She felt him poke against her entrance again and she knew she was doing it all right. She sank down his length slowly, moaning at the feel of fulfillment, adjusting her position to be able to move more comfortably, all that halted when he thrusted up on her, making her moan. “Ichigo!” She slapped his chest lightly, rubbing the same part as if it hurt him at all. “It’s my turn now.”
He laughed a little. “Okay, I won’t move. Let me just sit up.” He sat, something moving in her in another angle, her hands gripping on his shoulders.
She started to move up and down on him, moaning for him. With his breasts moving in front of his face he couldn’t help but use his mouth on them, using one hand on one while sucking on the other. They got easily swollen since she had Kazui, during her pregnancy and after one of the only comforts he could give her were regarding her lactation and soreness on her breasts. So he knew exactly where to touch, how to lick and how to suck.
The harder he played and fondled them, the harder and deeper she tried to get him in her.
“You make me feel so good, Ichigo. Everything… you do.” Her arms wrapped around him, the creaking of the bed helping only in making them lose it, chasing the feeling till he felt her cum around him, but as appointed she kept going up and down on him with her shaking legs, overstimulating herself till she felt him cum in her once more. He pushed down her hips, leaving her breasts, now decorated with red and purple marks, while she hugged him tight.
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When Ichigo woke up in the morning he was alone in bed, finally back into his body, he was feeling all the soreness and exhaustion that his soul reaper body had racked up, he was still happy about it.
He was reaching for his wife but found her spot empty. He didn’t have the strength to get up yet, so he stayed still, lending out his ear for her steps that after a few seconds he could feel in the living room. A smile crept up his face, what was she doing already to spoil him a little more? Breakfast in bed? Maybe he was deserving of it after a busy night.
He waited, sprawled on the bed with only a pair of pants with no underwear as he had been too lazy to get some after showering. The clock read early in the morning still, late for them but it was only 7:40, and he was sure they went to sleep only a couple of hours earlier.
It was a few minutes later that she finally came in and it was a sight, he had to blink twice.
While she has a tray in his hands with what seemed to be a delicious breakfast, she stood there holding it with what he recognized as the upper part of his soul reaper uniform. The detail was that she had nothing underneath, it was open and only a pair of black laced panties covered her bottom. “Good morning, Ichi-kun!”
It was far more than a good morning. “How…”
She beamed. “I’m a woman of many resources… the Kuchiki still had your measurements so I asked Renji-kun if I could have one.”
“What did you tell him you were going to use it for?”
“I told him it was for Halloween.”
“We’re in February.”
“I asked for this in October.” He looked at her in surprise. “I’ve planned ahead for your birthday as well! Only the best for my husband!” She said getting closer to the bed. “Now, breakfast.” She laid it all out in front of him.
“No, no, come here.” He held his hand out, she took it and he guided her in his lap, sitting her down with her back to his chest. “I’m not wasting time away from you today.”
“Easy, tiger. I plan to only keep this on till we have to go get Kazui. Enjoy breakfast. I made all your favorites-“ She stopped as he adjusted her where her ass was once again against a growing bulge. “It’s mean to tell me that I’m greedy and you're like this.” She murmured, she wasn’t complaining.
She flinched, feeling his cold fingers over her panties, moaning as he pressed on her, running them up and down. “Can't really talk when you’re like this too.”
Her legs closed in as he started to move around over her clit, her body heating up, just as she was getting close, tensing in his arms when he stopped. “We should eat.” She snapped her head up looking at him, eyes shining. He kissed her lips, a grin on his face. “Thank you for the food.”
Her face was flushed, she turned away, he was really going to leave her like this. Maybe she had given him too many ideas on what she liked and loved, her chin was turned by his hand, as he leaned in a soft kiss, gentle like they were.
“We didn’t really get much time to say it last night.” He said, pulling her close to him, wrapping both his arms around her chest and waist, making her face away. “I love you.” With how warm his cheeks were against her shoulder as he hid in the crook of her neck, she knew her husband was blushing even after everything from last night to what he just did seconds ago.
Ichigo was so adorable to her. All her frustration dissipated, she just wanted to spend time with him and nothing more.
She turned around in his arms, wrapping her arms around her neck. “I love you too, Ichi-kun! I love you lots and lots. I fall in love with you more everyday!” She beamed happily.
Ichigo just hid his face, groaning, he’d like to say the same thing, because he felt the exact same. But he just held on tighter and she started to giggle, it was easy to read him, even more as he pressed a long kiss on her shoulder.
“Now let’s eat, my food will get cold.” She said, pecking his lips a lot more before turning around. Letting her get back to a sitting position he still held on tight around her.
“I do… too.” His voice was a murmur. “I love you more everyday.” Then his voice was clear. She could feel his heart beating hard against her back, she couldn’t help but smile abd feel emotional.
Neither of them could imagine being happier.