A lot of you asked me a full IchiRuki smut… I thought I’d never deliver, but here it is! Enjoy XD

Words: 1461
Rating: SO NOT SAFE!

Theme: Obon festival (I kept the old 7/15 date, just like Kubo did… inspired by SJ’s cover!)

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“Why are you thanking Ishida?” Rukia asked Honshou, who, by a lack of luck Ichigo couldn’t get, had met up with them at the fair.

“Well,” the girl went on, “that’s because girls wear yukata for their boyfriends, you see! Although I still wonder why she chose him… or how he won her over at all… but seeing the girl they love in a yukata is certainly a male fetish!”

Rukia blinked, trying to get what she meant. “Is that so?” she replied weakly.

Thankfully, Ichigo was certain he didn’t get what Honshou meant at all. “Rukia, let’s go,” he urged her.

Rukia took her paper lantern, her cheeks flustering with excitement. “Yes! Sorry Honshou, we’ve got to bid our farewell to the dead!”

He was glad he avoided a very awkward conversation, although he was kind of afraid that Rukia would ask him about that later on. A glance at her confirmed what he had noticed since they went out; the pink yukata with golden flowers painted on her sleeves looked good on her. And her excited face was really hard to ignore too.

“Where are the others?” suddenly asked Rukia, a bit surprised.

“Uh, they’re not following?” He turned on his heels, only to find out that they were lost in the crowd. “Shit,” he muttered, “where did they go?” He sighed, rather annoyed. “Hopefully, we’ll meet them near the river,” he added.

Rukia nodded and they went ahead.

Several paper lanterns were already floating, beautifully illuminating the river. They put their own paper lantern on the water, making a brief prayer for all those who died. He tried to spot his friends, but they were nowhere to be seen. “Maybe they waited for us in the fair…” he mumbled, actually surprised.

“We should go back then,” suggested Rukia.

“The fireworks are going to begin soon,” he replied. “We should find a good spot to watch them. Also, I’ll show you something,” he grinned.

The park where they ended was peaceful; no one was in sight, as the crowd tried to reach the river, from where everyone could see the fireworks better.

“What did you want to show?” she asked, a bit curious.

“Do you know the firecrackers?”

“The what?”

He knew it. “Look,” he replied, taking one firecracker hidden in his yukata. He lit it with a lighter, before holding it under her eyes that wide-opened.

“That’s beautiful”, she exclaimed, fixated on the firecracker as if it was a Chappy plushie.

“There, try one,” he said, giving one to her.

She lit it, looking more excited than ever, the flush on her cheeks deepening and her smile enlarging. Only the light of the firecracker was illuminating their faces, giving them a tiny space to share, and he needed all his self-control to not kiss her.

She caught his gaze and suddenly, she seemed to remember a question she had. “What is a fetish, Ichigo?”

If he were drinking at the moment, he guessed he could do the spill out joke. But he wasn’t drinking, so he faceslapped instead, hiding behind his hand.

“Why a girl wearing a yukata is a fetish?” she insisted.

“How should I know?” he retorted back. “I think it’s just because errr… girls look cute in yukata?” He paused a bit, before adding “I suppose,” mumbling and feeling the uneasiness coming back at high speed.

“Is that so,” she pondered, as the firecracker went out.

“I think though, that it sucks to have this kind of fetish,” he thought out of loud. Surprised, she eyes him, but he continued. “Yes, because this reason alone to want to kiss or make love with your girlfriend… isn’t that shallow?”

“Oh. I guess so,” she agreed.

He bent down to kiss her. “You see,” he said, still so close that he brushed her lips every time he talked, “yukata don’t have anything to do with it.” Before he could ever think about it, he had deepened the kiss, tasting how sweet her mouth was after she ate that love-apple. Surprised at first, she soon returned the kiss, her tongue dancing with his.

When did he embrace her? He wasn’t sure anymore, but her arms were also locked around his neck. “Ichigo,” she said between two kisses, “someone can come and–”

“I know,” he replied, lifting her easily. His eyes checked the dark park and soon found a quiet place; he moved forward, far away from any prying eyes, laying her down in the grass, hidden between bushes and trees.

“Wait,” she whispered, alarmed, “you want to do it here?!”

He grinned and, leaning on his left arm, kissed her again, his right hand easily slipped into her yukata, making its way to her braless breasts, stroking them gently. She gasped quietly as he broke the kiss, only to focus on her neck. He was vaguely aware that they’d better not be found – either by their friends or anyone, for that matter – but that also made it more challenging and exciting.

“Ichigo,” she moaned, trying to protest.

“Shh, or we’ll be found,” he whispered in her ear, licking her lobe before nibbling it playfully. He earned another gasp before going back to her neck, planting kisses, licking her soft skin.

“It’s unfair,” she whispered, “that you get all the fun…”

He opened up her yukata, just a bit to see a nipple arose. “Why, of course, since it’s my birthday,” he replied as quietly as he could, tasting the pink skin that just shown up. She tensed up immediately, her hands lost in his hair. His free hand travelled down, slipping through her yukata again and then her panties, brushing and teasing her soft hidden spot.

Suddenly, he heard voices, still afar and moving, but still. He held his breath and looked at Rukia who was doing the same, her eyes staring at him. If we get caught, she’ll kill me, that’s for sure! But the park quieted down again, and he felt safe enough to smirk. “I guess they’re going to the fireworks,” he murmured. “It’s going to begin soon.”

“I hope you’re realizing that if we get caught, my brother will make sure that you won’t survive his bankai this time,” she replied, already getting back to her cooler self. “Maybe we should–”

He stopped her by attacking her again, moving aside the part of her panties that prevented him to access the spot he was teasing earlier and licked it. That made her stop immediately and her hands caught some blades of grass as she gripped it – incidentally, right when he sped up his strokes. Somehow proud, he indulged her more while listening to her soft moans. Finally, her body tensed up considerably as she came.

Victoriously, he put down his boxers that were beginning to feel really too tight and penetrated her right on the spot. He could still feel her climax and it took him all his self-control to not lose himself immediately in her.

“Aren’t you even going to get rid of my panties?” she asked, breathless.

“No way,” he said seriously; “because if we do get caught, at least, I don’t want them to see you naked.” He kissed her again, thrusting unhurriedly in and out, letting their bodies dance together.

He nearly jerked though when the first firework exploded in the air. I had forgotten about that… He sped up the pace, but Rukia’s cell phone rang. “Don’t reply,” he told her as her hand was seeking it.

“No way,” she said, “if it’s Renji and I don’t reply, he’ll freak out.” She opened the damn thing and put it at her ear.

“I’m not going to forgive you,” he murmured in her other ear, as he continued his thrusts, kissing her neck.

“Yes Renji?” She bit her lips, trying to not let out any moan or gasp. “Don’t worry,” she replied, trying to grasp air as much as she could, her cheeks red under the delicious torture, “I’m with Ichigo…” Her eyes rolled back a bit, but she managed to still be able to talk, so he sped up again. “I can’t hear you well… yes the fire… works are… faan... tas… tic…” At her limit, she brutally ended the conversation, closing her cell phone and leaving it in the grass as she put her arms around his waist.

“Much better,” he smirked. The pleasure, however, was too much to handle when she came again, muffling a cry and it didn’t take him long to follow.

He stayed a bit in her, rolling their bodies around so she’d be on top and firmly embraced her. “Hey, Rukia. I think I might have caught a sort of yukata fetish,” he grinned.

Her light laugh was her only reply.