CherryWolfChan Works

Title: White on White
Author: CherryWolfChan _cherrywolf_
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hollow Ichigo/Rukia, Ichigo/Rukia



It had started slow, but soon, Kurosaki Ichigo had begun to take notice of some odd changes in his girlfriend. She refused to stay and sleep with him after one of their love making sessions, she would recoil from his touch, and would sometimes look at him with these wide, frozen eyes... as if she were afraid of something. It had been gnawing away at him since the first time she refused to sleep with him. Was it him? Had he done something to upset her? Why was she ignoring him now? Was it her? And if so, what was her problem? Why should he worry? If Rukia was too proud or whatever to admit anything or do anything, then whatever. Ichigo grunted as his head pounded lightly. Rukia had always done this to him... made him feel as if he always had a migraine.

He hollowly walked into his bedroom, he glared down at the bed, almost expecting Rukia to materialize there so they could couple together, like they use to... He growled and walked away from his bed and toward his sister's room. He peered in, breathing a sigh of relief at seeing Rukia only in the room. Rukia was slowly undressing, getting into her pajamas. Ichigo sucked in a breath as he saw the silky-looking red bra clash against her creamy white skin, her ebony hair dusting the straps... it was a beautiful sight. She bent over to pick up her nightie, revealing that her bottom was covered with the same colored panties as the bra. Ichigo felt his mouth run dry at seeing her like that, only to blink and see it all be covered by a nightgown with punk bunnies all over the gray material. Rukia began to turn around, to gather her clothes, when her dark eyes caught hold of Ichigo's soft brown. Her dainty eyebrows dipped angrily.
“Ichigo... were you watching me dress?”

Ichigo didn't say anything. He walked over to her, looking down at her as she glared up at him. With a small exhale of breath, he lowered and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss wasn't harsh nor was it entirely soft... but it was full of tenderness and need. Rukia moaned as the red head's tongue began to sneak it's way into her mouth. She felt her knees tremble lightly beneath her and Ichigo took that opportunity and swept her up and carried her into his room. He kicked the door shut behind him, gently laying her on his bed, following suit as he laid on top of her. Rukia moaned lightly against Ichigo's prodding tongue, making him caress her side lightly. Rukia whimpered out his name as he cupped a supple breast. He pulled away from the kiss, admiring his work real quick. Her face was flushed and eyes clinched shut, eyebrows bent upward to her forehead, and pink swollen lips opened, saliva lightly coating them... such a beautiful sight.

His eyes lingered downward as he slowly pulled off her nightgown, as soon as the cotton was discarded, his lips connected to her throat, making her mewl lightly. He sucked lightly at her throat, nipping every now and then, only to lick the nips in an apologetic gesture. His right hand kept kneading her breast, while his left began to venture downward. He gently pushed his hand into her panties. She let out a high pitched breath as two of his fingers began to prod at her womanly lips. She shivered as he slowly slipped them inside of her, the gentle glide of his fingers made her moan contently as his head moved lower to her breast, He paused for a moment, reaching his hand behind her, pulling off the bra. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her hands limply rested against the juncture between his shoulder blades as he slowly took of her panties as well, his boxers soon discarded with them.
Ichigo grunted, flushing lightly. “Hold on for a moment...”
Rukia nodded as he reached over her to the nightstand, grabbing a foil wrapped item out of the drawer. He read the expiration date and sighed in relief as he opened it and slid it on his shaft real quick. Rukia wrapped her legs around his middle as he slowly pushed himself in. Rukia moaned as he filled her up.

When it came to love making, Ichigo was a very good partner. Not only was his cock a decent size, but he made sure everything was okay with his partner. He coupled with care... perhaps it was because he knew he housed a monster inside of him or because he was always subconsciously strong. No one knows, but Ichigo always made love like he was in love. Rukia moaned in pleasure as he hit her sweet spot as his thrusts became a little more desperate... but even in the moment of climax, his strokes were sweet and gentle. His eyebrows furrowed as he unleashed a satisfied groan and spilled his seed into the protection. Rukia moaned as she felt her own fluids release. He withdrew himself as he pulled the condom off and threw it away. Rukia decided she was too tired to get up and decided to curl up against Ichigo to go to sleep.


~*~

She knew there had been a reason why she had been avoiding Ichigo... locking the door to the girls' room as she slept, avoiding intimate contact with her boyfriend... and here it was. She gulped as she peered around the sideways buildings. She hoped to find the wise elder man that had been Ichigo's counsel during his escapade at Soul Society... but she didn't see Zangetsu any where, which made her worry. She placed a handle gently on her sword as she carefully walked about, ignoring the fact that she was defying gravity and the laws of physics... this was Ichigo's mind, she was safe here.

She paused as she reached the roof of the building... her mouth turned into a grim line as she saw him. He was slumped against the side of a building. He wore a white hakama and kimono top... an inverted shingami uniform. His skin pure white, like a hollow's face... his hair too, a stark white... his eyes were shut and his mouth was pulled downward in a vicious frown. He opened his eyes abruptly and glared at the raven haired shinigami. “Hello, Rukia.”
She felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up, he rarely called her by her name. She tartly responded with her own hello. He stood up more straight walking over to her, glaring down at her. She gripped her sword lightly making the hollow rolled it's eyes. “What's wrong Rukia? Afraid of me? Good... you should be.”

“I can kill you right here and now if needed.”
The hollow sighed, a twisted grin finally forming on it's face. “Yes, yes... you could try... but I don't think you would... after all, where else would you turn for a good fuck if you did?”
Rukia snarled, taking out her zanpakuto, holding it up to his throat. The hollow raised an eyebrow and laughed. “You obviously aren't that serious... with your sword being in its latent state. Beside, I don't intend to kill you right now.”
Rukia frowned as the hollow threw his zanpakuto off to the side. His yellow eyes never leaving Rukia's blue-violet ones. She frowned and sheathed her sword. She knew what he wanted...

The hollow grinned as her muscles relaxed and she wasn't as rigid anymore. The hollow chortled. “I told you before, I wanted to fuck you with my real body... well... here I am, here you are... why the fuck are you still clothed?”
Rukia hissed at him. “I don't want to fuck you! I don't want you to fuck me... but I do want you to leave Ichigo and I alone.”

The hollow frowned, wiggling a finger at her in disapproval. “You see... there are a couple of problems with that... One! I can't leave my partner alone... he needs me... without me, he is such a powerless pussy!! Two, I can't leave you alone... if I did, where else would I find such a good fuck? Three. I don't want to stop fucking you... and lastly... you really don't want me to stop fucking you, you want me to fuck you brainless!!”

Rukia's upper lip curled in disgust. “You're such an arrogant prick... I am not toying with you.”
“Oh, but I'm toying with you... dear Rukia-chan... you know, the first night where I went to his sisters' room... I was shocked to find the door locked... I figured that one of his sister's had locked it, afraid of something on the outside,” the hollow chuckled. “Which they should be... but then I kept returning, only to find the same result, and then you stopped sleeping with Ichigo, even refusing him sex sometime!! I knew... right away, that you were behind it...”

He grabbed a hold of her cheek, glaring into her eyes. “Did you find it funny, shinigami bitch?”
Rukia ignored him, which caused him to lower his head and ravenously bite down on her neck. She yelped as he pulled away. He snarled and shred off her shinigami top, grinning as he saw perky breasts topped with hardened nipples. She was aroused by this... He tweaked one gently with his fingers, then dipped his head down and licked the opposite one. Rukia moaned loudly, grabbing hold of his head, longing to be touched some more. Rukia flushed as she felt him roughly push his hand down her hakama and shove his fingers inside of her womanhood. She bucked against the curious fingers as he pumped them in and out of her lithe body. She gasped in pleasure as he began stroking her clit as he pumped in and out of her. She moaned loudly as her fluids rushed out of her body.

The hollow pulled his soaked fingers out and licked his fingers. Rukia watched his blue tongue in fascination, partly because it was blue and secondly because the erotic motions he was hinting at. But he ripped off her shinigami pants, grabbing her ankles, forcing her to fall, he followed motion as he sat on his knees. He snarled at her. “I was thinking about fucking your pussy with my mouth, but.... you don't deserve it, shinigami bitch...”
“Just shut up and fuck me like you wanted to.”
He snickered. “Like you want it.”

Rukia was about ready to protest when he shoved himself inside of her. Her left leg, bent over his shoulder, while he held her right one up to her head. He was directly in her face, sneering as her face had changed from that cold, sassy face into one of pleasure and need. She moaned loudly as he pounded into her. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh resonated throughout the area. He leaned his head down slightly, and began sucking on the place where Ichigo had marked her... the place he had bit at earlier. Rukia cried out in pleasure as the two sensations built up on her. His kisses were rough and made her mewl in pleasure. They approached climax quickly, but it seemed like forever to them as his thrust quickened in pace and became even more rough, if that were possible. Rukia let out a pained moan as her body had began to rock upward with each thrust that the hollow made. She felt her inner walls tighten around the hollow's cock as she climaxed. He continued to thrust into her, until he let out a screechy-like cry and unleashed himself inside of her.
Unlike with Ichigo, he roughly pulled out of her, and grinned at his job. He then spat at her. “And remember, dear Rukia-chan... don't ever fucking toy with me again... know your place! Which is beneath me!."


Rukia awoke, sitting up in Ichigo's bed. She looked down at the orange haired man beside her, who snored lightly, unaware at what had just happened between her and his hollow.... and perhaps it would be best if he didn't know... she shivered as she laid back down. She pressed herself against her boyfriend. Ichigo grunted in his sleep and wrapped his arms around her contently. If there was one thing Rukia could say... it would be that her boyfriend was more of a man than that hollow... he knew how to satisfy a woman, not just himself. Despite how much Rukia liked how the hollow fucked her.


(The End)


Woo~ I need new panties... ~^^~ Hope you all liked. And I totally felt bad in my last fic about H!IchiRuki... I had knocked Ichigo off like he was nothing to Rukia... I was kind of hoping to show in this fic that Rukia does care about Ichigo... but her primal needs like Ichigo's hollow.