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Kurosaki household, 2008
The mid-afternoon sun shone through the sheer fabric of the shut curtains, bathing the bedroom in golden light as Orihime Kurosaki lay sprawled on her stomach across tousled sheets. A comfortable silence hummed over the apartment, save for the distant rhythm of computer keys clacking down the hallway from her husband’s study.
Shifting against the mattress, she turned to the next page of her well-loved book, the spine cracked as she stared, enamoured by what was written.
‘Spreading her open—‘
‘Fingers finding themselves in his hair—‘
‘His command shattered her—‘
‘—hips lifting instinctively.’
A bright flush crept across her body as she held the book tighter, rolling over slightly to try to relieve herself of the sudden heat between her legs. Glancing over to the open door, she listened guiltily as her husband continued his relentless typing, utterly oblivious to her inner turmoil.
‘Look at me! Getting turned on while Ichigo-kun is working tirelessly! There’s no way I could bother him with this right now.’
Frowning, she absentmindedly bit her lip, her body hyper aware as she noticed the coolness of the duvet against her bare legs.
Moaning heatedly, she hesitantly let her fingertips trail down her middle, pausing at the waistband of her panties covered by her sleep shorts. The evidence of her growing arousal was undeniable, the flimsy lace already dampened. Breathing shakily, she froze as Ichigo’s muffled voice rang through the space, muttering to himself as he stressed over his work.
Blushing in disapproval, she needily gnawed on her lips, eyes shut in embarrassment as she sighed to herself before glancing back towards the direction of her husband.
She would make it quick.
Trailing her fingers further down, the first real touch sent a jolt spiralling through her, her head falling back as she traced slow, teasing circles over her soaked core. Imagining her fingers as Ichigo’s much longer, assertive ones, she whined quietly, wishing so desperately that they truly were.
The heel of her palm moved to press firmly against her clit as her fingers pulsed in and out, the pleasure building frantically, coiling tighter and tighter every pass. Pressing closer to her own touch, she sighed as her eyes fluttered shut.
Remembering the most recent scene from the book, she envisioned her husband in place of the love interest, pressing her into the bed, making her lose her senses as he murmured sweetly in her ear.
The clicking sounds of the keyboard faded into nothingness as she lost herself in bliss, her hips following every twist her wrist made. Legs falling wider apart, she continued thrusting her fingers in and out of herself, eyes almost rolling to the back of her head as she tried to mimic Ichigo’s touch. “Ichigo…”
“Yeah?”
Gasping, she jolted up, hands fisting into the sheets guiltily. Ichigo stood leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, as a slight red tinged his cheeks.
“Ichigo-kun!” Blushing, she snapped her legs shut, "ah I- I thought you were working?”
Not answering her, his Adams-apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly, his eyes burning with a familiar hunger that sent Orihime’s heart racing as he stepped forward.
Two long strides was all it took for him to reach her, his knees hitting the edge of the mattress as he pulled his shirt off before crawling over her, tossing the fabric to the floor. Reaching down, he gripped her hand, interlocking her hand with his before gripping them to her cheek. “This is the second time I’ve found you like this since we’ve gotten married, Hime.”
Too embarrassed to speak, she averted her gaze to his mouth, suddenly very curious about how his lips would taste today.
Trailing his hand down her body, he slipped his palm between her thighs, against her soaked shorts. “So wet,” he clicked his tongue. “What was it?”
“H-huh?”
Leaning down, his breath was hot against her skin, causing her to swallow. “What were you thinking about? When you–“
Covering his mouth with her hand, she blushed furiously. “Uhm–“
Lifting her chin up, he held her gaze and pressed a firm kiss to her palm, making a small whine fall from her lips as she dropped her hands.
Boxing her against the bed and his figure, he leaned his forehead against hers.
“I don’t–“ “Was it me?” He pressed a hot kiss to her neck. “Were you thinking about me?”
Pressing her lips together, she nodded her head, feeling rather foolish. “Stop teasing me, Ichigo-kun…” she frowned, embarrassed.
Furrowing his brows, he trailed his fingertips up and down against her arm comfortingly. “I’m not trying to tease. I wanna know.”
Searching his eyes for a moment, she pouted, turning her head away. “Of course it's always you… that I’m thinking about.”
Looking rather smug, he smirked, his hands sliding beneath to pull her flush against him. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.” She nodded sheepishly.
Dropping his head to her ear, he murmured, voice rough with want. “Let me help.”
“Ichigo-kun, you don’t have to…” “I do.”
She’d be lying if she said that didn’t send liquid heat pooling straight between her thighs.
Gnawing her lips, she hesitantly arched her bottom off the bed, letting him hook his fingers into the band of her lace and shorts, dragging them down slowly and tossing them to the floor. Taking hold of her thighs, he parted them, spreading her obscenely wide for his eyes.
Breathing out another, ‘so wet’, he dragged a single finger up her slick folds, circling her clit enough for her breath to hitch.
Orihime whimpered, frustrated at his teasing. “Ichigo-kun–“
“So impatient.” He murmured, leaning down to nip at her bare shoulder. “I only just started, Hime.” Propping himself up on his forearm, he steadily pulled her camisole straps down, letting the fabric pool underneath her breasts.
Ichigo’s thumb brushed the underside of her chest, waiting for a reaction.
“Ichigo, please.” She breathed out desperately.
Growling in arousal, his head dipped to the hollow of her neck, latching his mouth to her skin heatedly.
Hands wandering, he found his way back to her soaked seams, his index sliding along them. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, dragging his mouth up to meet hers in a searing kiss.
Orihime’s vision blurred as she reciprocated his kiss, hands tangling in his hair as she desperately brought him closer to herself.
Without warning, Ichigo’s finger pushed into her, curling at just the right angle that he knew would have her whining so sweetly.
Adding a second digit, he let her grind her clit against his palm, granting her the friction she craved.
back arching off the bed, her fingers fisted the sheets in desperation as he continued relentlessly thrusting into her, fingers curling so skilfully.
“Ichigo-kun–“ she sobbed, his name coming out broken.
“I know,” he murmured against her cheek, teeth grazing her cheekbones. “Let go, Hime.”
His command shattered her, pleasure ripping through Orihime like lightning. Her vision fell hazy as she came with a broken sob, body clamping down around his fingers.
Ichigo continued his movements, fucking her through her orgasm until she was whimpering and sensitive, her thighs trembling. Only then did he pull away, bringing them to his mouth and sucking the digits clean before releasing them, a boyish grin on his handsome face.
Lifting his face, he took note of the rosiness that tinged her cheeks, the way her hair fanned out around her, all while her chest heaved, a small sheen of sweat against her skin. She was glowing, looking completely too soft in her spot against the pillows.
“Fuck, Orihime. You’re so– fuck,” Ichigo gritted shakily, eyes worshipping her before his mouth was on hers again.
A muffled moan escaped her lips as she copied his touch with equal fervour, parting open her mouth to allow his tongue to rub against hers.
Rolling his hips against hers, Orihime gasped, feeling his hard length pressing against her skin.
Her hands, slightly shaky, went to his pants, pulling them down as far as possible before switching to using her feet, dragging the fabric around his ankles.
Catching her wrists, he gently pinned them above her head before leaning down to kiss her deeply once more, kicking his pants, along with his boxers, off.
Breath hitching, Orihime threw her head back as he dragged his hot member flush against her slick folds, slowly stroking himself.
“You’re so- fuck, Hime, you’re perfect,” he breathed, eyes roaming her figure.
Whimpering, her hips lifted instinctively, wanting.
Noticing her impatience, he wet his lips, releasing her hands before lining himself at her entrance, slowly pushing himself into her, inch by inch. Closing her eyes, Orihime’s nails dug into his shoulder blades, thighs coming up to hug his hips.
Feeling her roll her hips, Ichigo grunted, his whole body trembling as he dropped his forehead to hers.
Sinking further into her, he cursed under his breath, pulling out of her completely before slamming back in, leaving Orihime breathless.
Gripping the side of her hip hard, he set a brutal pace, each snap of his hips causing a keening cry to fall from her perfectly pouty lips.
Her second orgasm built steadily, coiling tightly in her stomach as his thumb found her clit, rubbing in punishing circles timed with his thrusts.
“Come, Hime. I want to feel you.”
At his command, Orihime let herself go, sobbing as she came hard.
Feeling her walls flutter around him, pleasure shot through his entire body, fingers digging into her skin in a bruising manner.
Groaning, he pulled her tighter against himself, mouth meeting hers in a heated kiss as he spilled into her.
Staying connected for a few moments, Ichigo sighed shakily, propping himself up on his arms. Brushing a few sweat-ridden strands of hair away from her face, he grinned contentedly, kissing her temple.
“Was that good?”
Heart still racing, all she could do was nod as her legs fell tiredly against the mattress.
Collapsing to the side of her, he pulled her closer, embracing her as he dragged the duvet sheet over their bare bodies.
Pulling back slightly, Orihime leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. Feeling him smirk into the kiss, she broke away, looking at him curiously. “Hm?”
“You’re really loud.”
Caught off-guard, she flushed, slightly stammering, “I-Ichigo-kun!” Burying her face into his chest from embarrassment, she held him tightly. “Meanie” she whispered softly, pushing herself further into him.
Grinning, he shook his head, chuckling as he squeezed her hip. “Dork.” He smiled, pressing one last kiss to her hair. “I love you.”
Smiling against his skin, she caressed his back, planting a kiss of her own to his chest. “I love you, too.”