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Ichigo and Rukia Get A Room (Finally!)

Day 5: I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Rating: E/M (It's smut ya'll. No plot lives here)

Not many knew of the Room of Requirements. Those who did know, knew that the room would show to those who found it whatever they needed. Some needed a place to hide, others a quiet place to study, and some wanted to simply be back in their bedroom at home because they were homesick.

Right now, Ichigo and Rukia needed to get a room.

Fresh off of Gryffindor's Quidditch win, Ichigo had slid out of the common room post-game celebration, trying to be as inconspicuous as he could be having his hair and face. It didn't help that he had become the most notorious 7th year in Hogwarts for his stellar gameplay and excellent grades, as well as his head-turning good looks. Girls at Hogwarts seem to have a hard time keeping their squealing and giggling to themselves. He did not like the attention, preferring to keep a low profile.

Which is what he needed right now. He needed to make it to the 7th floor unnoticed. He slung his hood over his bright hair and tried to slip away without alerting the Fat Lady in the painting. Luckily for him, she was distracted by a fellow painting, so he sprinted away as stealthily as he could. Reaching the bottom of some stairs, he pulled out a tattered map and tapped the parchment three times.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," he whispered, eyes darting around to make sure no person (or ghost) was around. Ink started to swirl and snake around the old parchment, forming paths and words. The once empty piece of parchment was now an intricate map of all of Hogwart's visible and hidden places. It also showed him where everyone was. There, on the 7th floor at the end of a hallway was the room of requirement, and inside was the name 'Kuchiki Rukia.' Ichigo smiled. Of course, she would already be there. He knew better than to think her eager. He knew better than anyone how Rukia would organize and map out every single step she took in a day, especially the days they would meet. They didn't get many opportunities to get time alone, what with finals and Quidditch and trying to figure out what they were doing after school was done and over, so it was important to Rukia to ensure every meet-up was as efficient and productive as possible.

"That's not very sexy Kuchiki," Ichigo had said one particularly rainy afternoon they had spent at Hogsmeade. She simply shrugged, sipping her butterbeer.

"I don't have one of your fancy little maps, so I do what I can," she chirped, eyes closed and chin up. She would've looked very dignified if she hadn't had a full foam mustache.

Darting up the stairs, Ichigo kept to the dark corners and empty rooms, making sure to dodge and avoid any teachers or unfriendly ghosts. He almost had a run-in with As-Nodt, the creepy groundskeeper, but managed to dodge him by scuttling into a hidden room on the 5th floor. After some more weaving and dodging, Ichigo finally reached the 7th floor. The Room of Requirement materialized before him and he could feel his heart beating against his ribs. He tapped his map with his wand once again - "mischief managed"- and took a deep breath, before entering the room.

He was greeted by the soft scent of freesia and fresh snow. The room was warm and toasty thanks to the big fireplace burning at the end of the room. The large windows that took up most of the walls were covered in snow and the corners where the light of the fire couldn't reach were lit by floating candles. There were plants and flowers all around the walls, and cushions, rugs, and pillows everywhere on the floor. It was truly a soft and cozy place they had made up for themselves.

In the middle of the room, in front of the fireplace, sat Rukia. As expected, she had a huge book open in front of her. She was looking up at the ceiling, her wand raised as snowflakes danced down and settled on her hair. She had loosened her usual side ponytail, her dark hair flowing down her back and spilling around her. It shined against the paleness of her skin and the white of the falling snow. Noticing him, Rukia turned, a wide smile spreading on her flushed face. Ichigo couldn't help smiling back.

"Ichigo, look! I finally got it!" Rukia waved her wand a little too enthusiastically, the snowflakes swirling faster around her, forming a snowball. She gasped and flinched against the cold water that was about to get dunked on her if Ichigo hadn't thrown a shield over her head. Looking up, Rukia saw the water trickle down the sides of the shield. Ichigo kneeled next to her, grinning sheepishly. "Okay, maybe I need to pay more attention to my wrist movements."

"Yeah, maybe," Ichigo whispered, his lips already ghosting over her throat, sending shivers down her spine. She huffed softly, the hair on her face flying forward.

"A little eager, aren't we?" She teased, a little breathless. Ichigo pressed his lips and tongue on the skin behind her ears, pushing her back into the plush cushions under them. Her soft hiss of pleasure made him smile.

"Productive and efficient, right Kuchiki?" He nipped at her jaw, his hands now sliding down her thighs. He settled himself between her legs, pressing into her. Her hips responded with a push, making them moan. "Which, by the way, you didn't follow today, seeing as how you're still fully in your uniform," he tugged a her blue tie, loosening it and sliding it off her collar. Rukia's hands started working on the buttons of his shirt.

"I got distracted. I've been working on that bloody spell for ages," she yanked his shirt off and moved down to his pants as Ichigo continued to pepper her throat and collarbone with nips and kisses. He started following Rukia's moves and almost ripped her shirt off in his desperation. "Don't you dare Kurosaki! I don't want to mend another shirt!" He would've answered if he wasn't so busy with kissing her chest and removing her bra. Rukia let go of his pants and opted to run her fingers into his hair as his mouth caught one of her breasts. His tongue laved at her until her nipple was a hardened peak, then moved to the next one. The feeling of his hot tongue on her always set every nerve on fire, making her instantly wet. He could make her come just like that, with his tongue on her chest and his hips grinding into her, but not tonight.

Releasing her nipple with a pop, Ichigo slid up, reaching her lips. He slid his tongue into her mouth, finding hers. They kissed, deep and hungry, whilst Ichigo slid a hand down to her ass and squeezed.

"Sorry we beat you guys so badly today," he teased, going for her neck again. Rukia rolled her eyes.

"You're not sorry at all, Kurosaki. Besides, our Seeker is shit." That got a huff of laughter from Ichigo, who went to kiss her again.

"So it's not that I'm good, it's that they were shit?" He kissed down her body, nipping at her flat tummy, his tongue circling her navel. Rukia giggled at the ticklish feeling.

"No, no, you guys were good. You were great, actually." Ichigo stopped and looked up, genuine surprise on his face.

"Was that a compliment?" Rukia shrugged and giggled again, the sound making the beating on his ribs skip a beat. Merlin was he embarrasing.

"Credit were credit's due, Kurosaki. Besides, it's the end of the year so, what the hell." Ichigo snorted.

"Spoken like a true Ravenclaw. Maybe I'll finally get a proper answer to my confession?" He asked teasingly, returning to play at her navel. Rukia laughed.

"Oh, I haven't given you an answer to that yet? How horrible of me!"

"Yes, absolutely ghastly behavior from the Kuchiki Princess," Ichigo bit into her inner thigh, close to where she wanted him but not close enough. He pressed his tongue on the bite, soothing the sting, and continued a path down, down, closer to her center. Rukia's fingers were digging into his scalp, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to pin her, breathing hotly at her now dripping pussy. "I think you deserve a little punishment for that."

"Ichigo," Rukia moaned, parting her thighs further to give him more access. Just the feeling of his breath on her had her head spinning and she just knew he was going to drag this out. He was always in a great mood after winning a match, which meant he would bring that excess adrenaline to her. Not that she minded, but it had been a stressful week and they hadn't seen each other and she missed him and...

All thoughts flew out once Ichigo's tongue pressed hard against her clit. Rukia's head slammed back against a cushion as she moaned loudly. Her nails scraped against his skull, but he didn't care. The sting was a good way to keep focused and not make a mess of himself just off of Rukia's voice. He lapped and sucked and bit at her clit and lips, relishing how wet she was for him. With his tongue still hot on her, he slid a finger into her, then another, pushing and pulling slowly as his tongue continued its onslaught on her pussy. Rukia came hard on his fingers and into his mouth, her back arching off the floor. Ichigo kept his tongue pressed against her clit as she rode her orgasm, the sensitivity making her legs close around his head instinctively. Ichigo kept the weight of his arms on her thighs to stop her from crushing him. It didn't take long for Ichigo to have Rukia trembling with another shattering orgasm with the way he moved his wicked tongue on her. It left her a whimpering mess with her hair sticking to her sweaty face. Ichigo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling wolfishly. He brushed the hair away from her face and forehead, staring at how beautifully her long hair fanned around her. Rukia huffed.

"Stop staring." Ichigo leaned down, his nose brushing hers. He kissed her again, softly first, then deeper. She could taste herself in his mouth, making her blush. His hands roamed her body, running down her spine, brushing the side of her breasts, sliding down her back and hooking under her ass, lifting her slightly. He positioned himself, hard and dripping, at her entrance. Grabbing his dick, he brushed his tip up and down her lips, coating himself with her slick and thoroughly enjoying the sounds tumbling out her mouth. He rubbed his shaft along her pussy, making her gasp at the mind-numbing feeling of pleasure she felt from having him on her. She was sure the sheets and cushions under her were soaked by now with the way she was gushing.

"Ichigo...Ichigo please..." Rukia keened, her hips thrusting up. He adjusted his hands again to make sure he was gripping her ass tight as he slid slowly into her, stretching her. Rukia's mouth hung open on a long moan as he pushed deeper, filling her. Ichigo grunted with effort as he bottomed out, his fingers clutching her tightly. They were both breathing loudly, adjusting to their positions. Ichigo lowered himself to capture her mouth, kissing her deeply. He could feel her slick dripping around him, allowing his cock to bury deeper. He pulled back and snapped his hips forward, ripping a scream from Rukia. Her eyes rolled back, clinging to his shoulders as he set a punishing rhythm of almost pulling out fully then ramming back in. He could feel her walls tightening around him.

"Oh fuck, Ichigo, harder," Rukia moaned, her ankles crossing on his lower back to push him closer. He grabbed her legs and hooked them around his biceps, burying himself deeper. All Rukia could do was mumble unintelligibly as she felt his thrusts in her chest. Ichigo moved a hand to her clit and pressed down, moving in circles. He felt another gush down his thighs and got another scream from Rukia. He continued to pound into her, the sounds of their slick skin slapping together and their moaning the only sounds in the room.

Not too soon after, Ichigo felt the telltale signs of Rukia's peak. Her nails were digging into her skin and her voice had gone staccato. He pressed harder on her clit and leaned down to her ear.

"Come on baby, come for me," he whispered, pushing her to the edge. Rukia cried out, her body convulsing as she came, hard. She barely heard his choked-out moans over her own voice calling for him as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Ichigo followed soon after, pounding roughly into her, dragging her onto the edge again, sending her over as they came together, their mouths covering each other's moans. Ichigo spilled into her, hot and sticky, filling her until she overflowed. Their combined juices spilled out of her and onto their thighs, combining with their sweat.

Later, when they lay next to one another with their legs intertwined and Rukia's head over Ichigo's chest, he played with her hair, smoothing a strand down her back, his knuckles caressing her skin, making her shiver. She took a deep breath, stretching over his body.

"Ichigo," she called out in a whisper, sleep taking her under. He replied with a "hmm?" She raised her head to look at him. "You do know that I love you, right? I know I didn't say it before because of exams and my family being annoying and..." She gasped as Ichigo pressed over her, his eyes bright and soft. He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her until she was seeing stars. He broke the kiss with a grin.

"I know, Kuchiki, I know. Your brother can be an ass though," he laughed at the small smack she gave his shoulder. She was going to say something else, but Ichigo thought it best to just keep kissing. Nothing else really needed to be said.

#ichirukimonth2023 #irmonth2023 #day 5: I solemnly swear I am up to no good #this was too long lol #I get carried away by the smut #Gryffindor/Ravenclaw IR supremacy #although Ichigo can also be a Slytherin #Slytherin/Hufflepuff is also good

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