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Yasaka/Ichigo Fluff
🕑 Added 2023-05-17 05:45:12 +0000 UTCYasaka sat straight up in bed, her long hair wild and disheveled, thrown about in a complete mess all over herself as it was matted with sweat. She blinked wearily, the grogginess of a full night’s sleep fading away. Both of her hands came up and threw her heavy golden locks behind her so that she could free her eyes from the tangled morning mess.
Slowly, her neck craned to the side, her eyes tiredly sweeping over her bedroom until her gaze settled on outside her window. One look at the sunlight and she knew exactly what time it was, benefits of being an aspect of the Divine Sun and all that.
8:24 AM.
That was late.
Well, it was late for her. Yasaka’s day usually began as the first speck of sunlight broke the horizon and heralded the dawn. Which told her, she either overslept the business day by an atrocious amount and some needed to be fired because they didn’t wake her. Or it was the weekend and once again her husband had shut off all of her alarms and instructed her maids to let her sleep in late.
She rubbed her bleary eyes and one of her golden tails moved from behind her to lift the covers off of her and then Yasaka lifted both her arms and let out a great yawn. However, as she did, she suddenly felt an unusual chill over her legs and looked down curiously.
She was naked. Completely and utterly naked. And as she looked past her significant breasts, she noticed the fine line of semen leaking from between her legs.
“Kyaa!”
Yasaka let out a high-pitched girlish scream as she blushed a furious crimson and yanked the covers up to her chins even as she wrapped all nine of her tails around of her in a suit of soft and furry armor. Several seconds passed, and two of the tails parted just enough for Yasaka to poke her head through and glance around the room to make sure she was alone.
She remembered now. Her husband had come to Kyoto in the dead of the evening, woke her up and proceeded to utterly ravish her for hours. Yasaka’s blush grew hotter as last night’s memories flooded back in full and her fingers clawed into the sheets.
“I-chi-go,” she ground out.
“Yeah? What’s up, princess?”
As he entered from the door that led to her personal bath, Yasaka glared in the direction and hissed, “Don’t you princess me mister! Don’t think for...one...minute...”
Her words trailed off as she beheld her husband in full.
Ichigo’s entire upper body was bare, save for a single towel that he was using to rub his wild orange hair dry. And as he did, droplets fell from the tips of his wet and heavy locks, falling onto his broad shoulders and slowly rolling over his well-defined and prominent clavicles. Yasaka’s breath hitched briefly and she bit her lips. Hard.
As her eyes continued to fall down over his pectorals and the flat and perfectly toned muscles of his abdomen that it almost made her cry out loud at the unfairness of how damn sexy he was. The only saving grace being the jeans that clung tight to him, but were slung low enough that she had a clear view of the V that formed just where his groin began.
May Ameterasu-sama cleanse my sinful soul.
There was no denying it, her husband was tailor made to her tastes, and centuries of holy mantras and meditations chipped and gave way to the base desires that the Kitsune species were infamous for. Despite last night’s rough housing, her arousal coming back in full and she could feel heat between to pool in her core.
“Princess?” At his questioning verbal prod, Yasaka’s eyes jumped up to meet his gaze, but it was too late. Ichigo had caught her staring red handed and his lips curved devilishly.
As he took two powerful steps to the bed, Yasaka quickly scrambled back on her hands and feet, trying to put as much distance between her husband and herself. “I-Ichigo, wait!”
He came down on their king-sized bed and quickly leaned over her, one of his arms coiling around her back and waist, and pulling her towards him. “I-Ichigo! Stop! I have work to do!”
He did stop, his head tilting as he regarded her, but the curve of his smile becoming more dangerous. “It’s Saturday, Yasaka.”
“I-I have weekend meetings?” she offered weakly.
“It’s Saturday. I’m here. I’m sure they’ll understand a cancellation or two. And if they don’t...” His eyes flashed a malevolent red.
Yasaka audibly gulped and Ichigo brought up his other hand and grabbed one of her breasts and began kneading it softly. She let out a low moan as his fingers worked her sensitively, all the while her mind racing in opposition to pleasure that was slowly filling her body. On one hand, she really didn’t mind spending hours on end making passionate love to her husband. On the other hand, she was loathe to not use one her free days from her overcrammed schedule to do something more productive than just riding him to multiple climaxes.
“Anh, Ichigo...wait,” she bit her lip hard as he began trailing kisses from the beginning of her cleavage to the hollow of her throat. “You-you promised - anh – you promised to take Kunou out for ice cream!”
He immediately froze, both lips and hands ceasing their sensual ministrations. And as he pulled away, he gave her a sour look. “Using our daughter as shield is just playing dirty.”
“But and effective one, no?” she asked through labored breaths, doing her best to calm her wildly beating heart.
Ichigo playfully deliberated her words. “Considering it’s just barely half past eight and I said we’ll go out after lunch? No, not really.”
“Kyaa!”
And Yasaka could only scream as he threw her down onto the bed and kissed her firmly.
