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୨୧﹕fem!reader, loud ichi
your legs were over his shoulders, his name torn from your throat in broken syllables — but ichigo didn’t speak.
he grunted.
every thrust punched it out of him — low, deep, primal. not words. not even curses. just that raw, masculine sound, guttural and rough like it was being dragged from his chest. each one landed inside you like a wrecking ball, hips slamming into yours with bruising force, and with it came that huff of air, the kind of sound an animal makes when it’s too deep inside instinct to remember restraint.
“uh—uh—fuck—ichigo—”
he didn’t stop. couldn’t. his hands were gripping your thighs like he was holding on for dear life, knuckles white, sweat rolling down his temple. the orange of his hair hung in his face, damp, wild, sticking to his forehead while his amber eyes locked on where his cock disappeared into you over and over again.
“huh—hhhf—uhh—”
every time he slammed into you, another grunt. it wasn’t conscious. it was carnal. like he didn’t know how to fuck quietly — like each thrust forced the air out of him just from how tightly your cunt gripped him. his whole body shuddered with it. his breath hissed through clenched teeth, his chest tightening, and the sound spilled out again, raw, shaky.
“hhh—fuck—huh—nngh—”
and gods, it made you clench. made you wetter, made you arch your back and beg for more like a feral thing because holy shit ichigo sounded like he was barely holding himself back from biting. his lips were parted, panting now, a little growl curling at the back of his throat every time your pussy sucked him in again like it didn’t want to let him go.
“you like that?” he finally rasped, voice thick, husky, hips picking up speed, slamming into you so hard the bed groaned. “hhhn—tch—fuck—” his fingers dug into your waist, holding you still as he pounded into you, rutting like he was in heat, every grunt louder, filthier.
“so tight—uhh—so fucking wet for me—ahh—hff—”
you could feel it — the tension in his body, the way his abs flexed, the way every thrust now came with a desperate edge, his voice catching between his teeth, and that animalistic noise coming faster, closer to a growl, closer to losing it—
“hh—hnngh—uhh—fuck—gonna—”
and when he finally came, it wasn’t quiet.
he moaned — head thrown back, spine snapping into an arc, cock buried to the hilt as he exploded inside you with a full-body shudder and a final, deep, savage grunt that sounded like it was dragged from the pit of his soul.
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୨୧﹕fem!reader, only half..?
you've always felt so full whenever ichigo slides into you, his thick cock stretching your pussy just right. it's like he knows exactly how much you can take, filling you up with slow, deliberate thrusts that make your toes curl and your breath hitch. you cling to his broad shoulders, moaning into his neck as he rocks his hips, that delicious pressure building deep inside you until you shatter around him. he groans your name, his voice rough and low, and you swear nothing could feel better than this, being claimed by your boyfriend, body and soul.
but tonight, something's different. you're both tangled in the sheets of his bed, the room dimly lit by the streetlight filtering through the curtains. ichigo's on top, his muscular frame pinning you down in the best way, sweat glistening on his skin. he kisses you deeply, tongue tangling with yours as he pushes in, and you gasp at the familiar stretch. half of him, you think absently, because that's all it ever feels like, enough to hit every sensitive spot, to make your walls clench greedily around his girth. you're pleased, so full, your hips bucking up to meet him as he grinds against you.
he picks up the pace, fucking you with steady strokes that have you whimpering, your nails digging into his back. "fuck, you feel so good," he mutters, burying his face in your hair. you come undone quickly, your pussy pulsing around that thick half of his cock, waves of pleasure crashing over you until you're boneless beneath him. ichigo follows soon after, spilling inside you with a guttural moan, his body shuddering as he collapses half on top of you.
as you both catch your breath, you shift slightly, feeling him still semi-hard inside you. your hand trails down his side, curious, and you reach between your legs, fingers brushing where you're joined. that's when you feel it—the rest of him, untouched, hanging heavy and thick against your thigh. your eyes widen, heart stuttering as the realization hits.
only half. he's been holding back this whole time, giving you just enough to satisfy, but never the full length. why? is it because he thinks you can't handle it? that you're too fragile, too small for all of him?
a wave of insecurity crashes over you, hot and stinging. your chest tightens, and you pull away slightly, turning your face into the pillow to hide the tears pricking at your eyes. you feel sad, inadequate, like maybe you're not enough for him. does he not trust you with everything? or worse, does he pity you?
ichigo notices immediately. he's attuned to you like that, always has been. he lifts his head, concern etching his features as he cups your cheek, turning you to face him. "hey, what's wrong?" his voice is soft, thumb brushing away a stray tear. you bite your lip, glancing down, and he follows your gaze. understanding dawns in his eyes, and he curses under his breath. "shit, baby… you figured it out."
he pulls out gently, and you whimper at the loss, but he doesn't let you dwell. rolling onto his back, he tugs you on top of him, his hands firm on your hips. "i've been careful because you're so tight, so perfect. didn't want to hurt you. but if you want it all… i'll give it to you." his cock twitches against your slick folds, fully hard now, the sheer size of it making your breath catch. it's massive, long and thick, veins pulsing along the length that you've only ever felt half of.
you nod, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling up, and he guides you down slowly. the head breaches you first, stretching your entrance wider than before, and you gasp, hands splaying on his chest for balance. inch by inch, he sinks deeper, past the point you've known, filling you impossibly full. your pussy flutters around him, adjusting to the new depth, the burn of the stretch mingling with sharp pleasure. "ichigo," you gasp, rocking your hips tentatively as he bottoms out, his balls pressing against your ass.
he groans, head falling back against the pillow, eyes dark with lust. "fuck, you're taking me so well. all of me." his hands grip your thighs, urging you to move, and you start riding him, slow at first, savoring the way he hits spots you didn't know existed. every thrust sends sparks up your spine, your clit grinding against his pelvis with each downward motion. but ichigo's patience snaps quickly. he flips you onto your back without pulling out, hooking your legs over his shoulders as he starts pounding into you.
the pace is brutal, relentless, his hips slamming against yours with wet, obscene sounds. his cock drags along your walls, the full length fucking you deep, over and over, until your mind goes blank. you can't think, can't form words, only broken cries and pleas for more. "ichigo—fuck—yes, harder!" he obliges, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other rubbing tight circles on your clit. your pussy clenches around him, milking his thickness as another orgasm builds, faster and fiercer than before.
he fucks you braindead, just like that. thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own release, growling your name like a prayer. you come first, screaming as your vision whites out, body convulsing around his cock, gushing over him in a messy squirt. ichigo doesn't stop, driving through your spasms until he buries himself to the hilt and floods your pussy with hot cum, so much it leaks out around him.
you both collapse, panting, his weight a comforting blanket over you. he kisses your forehead, murmuring apologies and praises, but all you can do is hum, utterly spent and sated, knowing you'll never settle for half again.
Needy BabyDaddy! — Bleach Men Headcanons (a little long tbh) fem!reader
starring: Ichigo Kurosaki, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, Izuru Kira & Kisuke Urahara
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Note: I’ve been really sick these past few days but wanted to get this idea out of my head before I lost the hype, so sorry if it’s not my best work lol.
Planning to maybe do a Part 2, if you want to see any other character, let me know :3
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You sucked in your breathe, your nails already digging into his shoulder blades. “Ichigo-!” You gasped in a small panic, your eyes looking up at him in small fear. It wasn’t exactly hurting, it was just barely the inch slipping in. It just sorta.. stung. It made your face scrunch up. Ichigo - who was having a hard time already but not because it was also discomforting for him, but because just the tip was in and he could feel how incredible you felt wrapped around him.
Hovering above you, Ichigos hand tightly gripped the sheets beside your head. He looked at you with the best sincere he can give while his body was being overtaken by such a new feeling. “I know.. I know..” his voice was strained, slightly cracking when he added another inch in. “It’ll go away, I promise.” He whispered down at you. His pupils were dilated and his cheeks were flushed. Every part of his body was tense, trying his hardest to be patient.
You groaned once more, your body slightly trying to run away from the pinch. “It stings.” You whined quietly, looking back up at him after opening your eyes from shutting them after the new inch added. “I know, I know,” ichigo repeated once more, groaning afterwards. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, letting his lips rest on it for a second. His eye shut closed when he slide in another inch, he was desperate to go all in at once but he knew that was wrong. He needed you to feel just the same pleasure he was feeling. “I’m sorry, I really am.” Ichigo gasped out, groaning again. “I’ll make it go away soon, I promise.”
Adding a new inch in, Ichigo lowered himself again to capture your lips. Kissing you in ways that always blurred your mind, had you whimpering against his lips. Your hands traveled up to the nape of his neck, the other moving higher to grip his hair softly. You were loosing your breath, panting heavily against his lips. Ichigos left hand traveled low, down your tummy, down to where you both were connecting. His fingers went in between your folds and began slowly rubbing your clit.
You pulled away in a gasp, your eyes widening up at him before you abruptly moaned and rolled your head back on the pillow. Your back slightly arching when Ichigo added his last remaining inches. Feeling your warm cunt, the way it tightly wrapped around his dick, he couldn’t help but lightly growl. Breathing heavily, Ichigo leaned back to stare. Stare at the way your body squirmed because of his fingers touching you, stare at your cunt and how his dick just vanished into it. “There you go,” he rasped, his voice somehow getting deep. “You took me all in.” He whispered, his eyes never leaving your cunt.
You couldn’t respond, not when his fingers kept rubbing and his entire length was filing you up and doing things to you without him even thrusting yet. You felt like he was intruding, all you could feel was him. It stung but it was hard to focus on that when your clit was being stimulated by his slender calloused fingers. Ichigo moved to hover over you again, his right arm resting against your head, holding him up. He didn’t touching you, “I’m going to start moving okay?” His voice was huskier, his eyes more diluted. And despite his cheeks looking so flushed, Ichigo did not look the least bit flustered. He looked like he needed something desperately.
You simply nodded your head, your small whimpers giving him an answer. You braced for the movements, your hands reaching to grip the sheets and your eyes began to close shut. Sucking in a breath. Ichigo used that time to crumble, now that you weren’t looking at him he felt like his could shut his eyes and whimper from how good you felt. Even the slightly movement of his hips had him gripping the sheets tightly, the veins slightly forming on his forearm.
Slowly, he pulled himself out and pushed himself back in. Going out inch by inch, carefully, slowly, especially when you were still groaning in small discomfort. Once he was capable of pulling all the way out and pushing himself all the way back in, that’s when your nails began to slightly loosen on his shoulder blades and your groans of discomfort started morphing into small moans.
“There you go.” Ichigo mumbled, refusing to let you hear how shaken he sounds. He knows you could probably feel his body trembling, he can’t hide that from you. “Does it still hurt?” Your eyes were still shut and your lips were occupied in moaning, you shook your head against the pillow. Trying your hardest to at least murmur out a ‘no’ while he began thrusting in and out of you. “Feels good?” Ichigo panted, a small smirk coming into play when he realized how fast you were letting go with each new thrust. You nodded, your thighs tightening around Ichigos hips.
“I’m going to go a little bit more faster, okay?” licking his lips, ichigos eyes moved away from your face and down to your cunt. Watching himself disappear into you and watch a small bulge form on your lower belly, it made his eyes widen. Ichigo didn’t think he was that big. He looked back up at your face, waiting for your approval. “Ichigo-” you gasped out, your eyes fluttering to open up.
He looked up at your eyes, absolutely entranced by how dilated they look. How much darker they seemed even though you were both in his room with the lights off. Your face was fully flushed, slightly glistening from the sweat that was forming. He was down bad for you, just the sight of you like that had him moaning for you. Ichigo doesn’t think he can last any longer, he’s surprised he lasted longer than ten seconds.
“K-keep looking up at me like that.” Voice cracking, Ichigo gripped the bed sheets better. Using it as support while he began thrusting faster and a little rougher, the mattress beneath you both beginning to squeak. “Oh fuck,” he whimpered out breathlessly. You felt like you needed to close your eyes again, the pleasure overwhelming and you needed some kind of support.
It was hard to close your lips, they kept parting to whine or whimper. You knew you didn’t need to be quiet, you were in his apartment where he lived alone. But the situation felt intimate, you felt like you needed to be quiet, the task just seemed difficult when Ichigos dick was thrusting into your cunt likes he done this before. Your hands let go of his hair to travel back down to his back, your nails digging into his soft scarred skin. “My god-” you whined out, a small sob slipping past your lips.
Ichigo was finding his rhythm, you could feel it. “Ichigo!” You moaned, your nails digging in deeper, your thighs closing around his hips tighter. “Oh fuck, fuck!” You gasped out, your eyes moving down to stare at your cunt and his dick being shoved in. “Nu-uh.” Ichigos hand came to grab your jaw, making you move your head back up to look at him. “You’re looking at me.” Even with his voice cracking and getting strained, he sounded demanding. It made you wet, you could hear it whenever he thrusted back in.
You sobbed out, your eyes beginning to water a bit. “Too much-” “take it, please, I need you too!” He groaned. He felt his grip getting tighter on your jaw, he let go to grip the bed sheets. Not at all wanting to hurt you in that way. “My god, Y/n,” he gasped, he felt it, his brink. “Fuck you feel so good.” He growled. The feeling was becoming too much, he leaned down to the crook of your neck. One of his hands moving to grip your under thigh.
“Fuck, you feel it don’t you,” he rasped against your ear. His voice husky. “You feel how good you’re taking me.” His heavy breathing tickled you but you couldn’t for the life of you focus on that, you couldn’t even exactly focus on his words when you were practically cumming on his dick. Your body tensing. “Ichigo please!” You whined, your body arching. “Taking me so well,-” he moaned, sounding just as needy as you. “Common, cum for me, I need it.”
“I need it bad, please Y/n.” He pleaded, his own mind dazed. He began kissing your neck, licking your sweating skin. Kissing and sucking, he needed all his senses to be filled with you. His hand that was somewhat still soaked in your juices, traveled up from your hip to your nipples. He began playing with your boob, groping them a little aggressively and flicking your nipple with his cold somewhat wet fingers. It was overstimulating you, making you become moaning wet mess.
You couldn’t even warn him, you came from the overwhelming feeling. Your body tensing up and loosening a second after, flopping on the bed and tiredly whimpering. Ichigo came soon after, pulling out in time and coating your cunt in his cum. Something about seeing your eyes roll back in pleasure and watching you go silent while you unravel because of his doing brought him to the edge.
You both were panting heavily on his bed - you laying flat on the mattress and Ichigo sitting on his knees. His body glistening from sweat and his throat dry. His eyes were still dilated while he watched you but he had the biggest smile on his face. “Not too bad for my first time huh?”
You scoffed, dazed that — that’s what he says afterwards. You threw a pillow at him, laughing a little. “Yeah, you deserve a trophy.” Catching the pillow, Ichigo still smiled. He leaned over to kiss your forehead, “I love you.” You smiled, looking up at him. “I love you.”
I think the reason why Ichigo is such a likable main character for a Shonen series for me is that…he’s a punk. And not just in the vague idea of a punk that pop media has given us over the years, though that is how we’re initially introduced to him—he’s got a rude attitude, he gets into fights a lot, and he doesn’t fuck around. But the story also doesn’t waste time in showing us how much deeper it goes—because above all else, Ichigo is incredibly kind. We’re introduced to him beating up a bunch of thugs because they desecrated a dead girl’s shrine, and then comforting her spirit. And this attitude of Ichigo reaching out to care for those who have been hurt has never stopped—he’s even worried for his enemies, because for the most part, Ichigo doesn’t want to see people hurt or killed. He doesn’t even want to be the strongest shinigami, he just wants the world to get better, and since he has to power and the opportunity, he’ll take the responsibility if he needs to.
He just wants a normal life, and as long as the world refuses to give him one, he’ll fight until it lets him, and I think that’s wonderful.
What Bleach opinion that will put you in this position
౨ৎ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ┊ just this once, and just tonight. it’s the least he can do for you.
WARNINGS: nsfw, angst, fem reader. takes place 1/2 years after tybw. unrequited feelings, mentions of ichihime. fingering, first time (both ichigo & reader), unprotected p in v sex, alcohol usage (but no dub-con). wc: 8k. AUTHOR’S NOTE: orihime my girl forgive me. . . i wanted to take a little dip into ichigo ever since starting the series and there is nothing i love more than some good angsty smut :> thank you tori for betaing and brainstorming!! @saenora enjoy ♡
One step at a time, Ichigo makes his way up the stairs to your bedroom. He thinks so, at least. It's not like he knows the layout of your house, but the simple direction of "upstairs" given between a yawn and your tipsy humming has to suffice.
Your house is quiet and spacious, dead silent in the night except for the ticking clock hung up on the kitchen wall. Though he's taken notice of the quirky accessories you've put around the living room (he had a chance to when grabbing you water, knowing you'll thank him for it tomorrow morning) and the colorful posters hanging on the walls up the corridor to your room, it barely makes up for the unvacated space.
A house that’s not yet a home, Ichigo feels, though he wouldn’t dare say it out loud. He's not in the place to do so anyway.
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As usual, you can feel Ichigo before you see him, and you don’t turn despite the swell of spiritual pressure in the environment around you that normally portends a threat - you’d know that particular soul anywhere and to you, it’s more kind than anything else.
There’s a small soul sitting in your lap, a tiny thing, barely walking and babbling, and you imagine the child was shy of a year old when it died. Soft brown hair on its head and big round dark eyes... when you met it, it was crying, loudly, but you know it wasn’t out of hunger - the dead don’t hunger in the same way humans do, at least not in this realm. It’s quiet now, eyes blinking slowly at you less human than cat really, breathing softly as it decides whether or not to imprint on you as its new caretaker.
The thought makes your stomach turn because you cannot do anything for them.
“Hey, are you alright?” Ichigo calls out from still afar, as he approaches with the tension of a man who was summoned expressly to defend and protect and prepared to do just that. Before you can turn to look at him, he’s turned to face your front and knelt down to your level. He’s in his shihakusho which makes you feel slightly guilty - you didn’t send him a text because you were in danger, but because you’re not so sure what to do now.
Ichigo’s gaze, softened once he’s given you a once over and you’ve nodded that you are okay, slides towards the source of your melancholy, the child now practically still in your lap, its eyes almost completely closed now. You know you look crazy, sitting on a street corner in plain clothes, stroking the soft cheek of something no one else but the two of you can see, and then you remember that in Ichigo’s form currently, even he can’t be seen by passersby. And yet, as he sits cross-legged in front of you, just watching as you hum something quietly until the baby sleeps, you don’t feel quite as alone.
Ichigo doesn’t say anything immediately, and you finally look up at him again.
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know what to do,” you murmur quietly.
୨୧﹕fem!reader, in the car ><
the car hums along the quiet road, the engine's low rumble filling the space between you and ichigo. you're parked now, tucked away in a secluded spot under the cover of night, the dashboard lights casting a soft glow on his sharp features. he's slouched in the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel even though you're stopped, the other casually drifting down to his lap. you glance over, mid-sentence about your day, when you notice it—his fingers pressing and rubbing over the growing bulge in his jeans, slow and deliberate, like it's the most normal thing in the world.
"ichi, what the fuck are you doing?" you blurt out, your eyes widening as heat rushes to your cheeks. your voice comes out sharper than intended, but there's a thrill under it, a spark of curiosity that makes your pulse quicken.
he doesn't stop, just smirks that cocky grin of his, orange hair tousled from the drive. "what? feels good," he says plainly, his voice low and casual, like he's commenting on the weather. his hand keeps moving, squeezing the outline of his hardening cock through the denim, the friction making him shift slightly in his seat. "you've been talking about that boring shit all day. needed a distraction."
you swallow hard, torn between laughing and shoving his hand away—or maybe pulling it closer. but the way his eyes lock on yours, dark and hungry, sends a jolt straight to your core. "you're so mean," you mutter, but your body betrays you, thighs pressing together as you watch him. the air in the car thickens, charged with unspoken tension.
ichigo chuckles, deep and rough, finally letting go of himself to reach for you. his hand finds your thigh, sliding up under your skirt with confident ease. "yeah? then why're you staring?" before you can snap back, his fingers brush against your panties, finding the damp spot already forming. he groans softly. "fuck, you're wet already."
you gasp as he rubs you through the fabric, circles firm and teasing. "shut up," you breathe, but you're leaning into it, your hand instinctively grabbing his wrist—not to stop him, but to urge him on. the casualness of it all fades fast; his touch turns insistent, pushing your panties aside to slide two fingers along your slick folds. you moan, head falling back against the seat.
"get over here," he growls, unbuckling his seatbelt with his free hand. you don't hesitate, climbing into his lap, straddling him in the confined space. the steering wheel digs into your back, but you don't care—his mouth crashes into yours, hot and demanding, tongue thrusting in to claim you. you grind down against the bulge straining his jeans, feeling the thick length of his cock twitch beneath you.
he breaks the kiss to yank your top up, exposing your breasts. his mouth latches onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hand kneads the other, pinching the peak until you whimper. "ichigo—" you start, but he cuts you off by shoving your skirt higher, fingers plunging into your pussy. two digits curl inside you, pumping steadily, his thumb grinding against your clit.
"so fucking tight," he murmurs against your skin, voice muffled as he nips at your collarbone. you rock your hips, riding his hand, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the car. the windows start to fog almost immediately, your heavy breaths condensing on the glass.
you fumble with his zipper, desperate to feel him. his cock springs free, thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum. you wrap your hand around it, stroking from base to tip, making him hiss. "you want this?" he asks, but it's not really a question—his hands grip your hips, lifting you just enough to position you over him.
"yes," you whine, sinking down onto his cock in one slow, stretching slide. he fills you completely, the girth of him splitting you open, every inch dragging against your walls. you both groan at the sensation, your pussy clenching around him as you bottom out, his balls pressed against your ass.
ichigo thrusts up immediately, hard and deep, his hands guiding your movements. you bounce on his lap, the car rocking with each slam of your bodies. his cock pistons in and out, slick with your juices, the obscene slap of skin on skin echoing in the tight space. "ride it," he demands, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat. he bites down, marking you as you fuck yourself on him.
the windows are completely fogged now, a hazy veil blurring the outside world. sweat beads on your skin, mixing with the heat building between you. you lean forward, bracing against his shoulders, grinding your clit against his pubic bone with every downward thrust. "harder," you gasp, and he obliges, hips snapping up to meet you, driving his cock deeper.
he flips you suddenly, maneuvering in the cramped backseat now—somehow you've ended up there, his body pinning you down. your legs wrap around his waist as he pounds into you, relentless. "gonna make you cum," he grunts, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing fast circles. the pressure builds, coiling tight in your belly.
"ichigo—fuck, i'm close," you cry out, nails digging into his back. he doesn't let up, fucking you through the waves as your orgasm crashes over you, pussy spasming around his cock, milking him. he follows seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and spilling hot cum deep inside you, ropes of it flooding your walls.
you both collapse, panting, bodies slick and spent. the car smells of sex, windows thoroughly steamed up. ichigo pulls out slowly, a mix of your releases trickling down your thigh. he reaches over, tracing a finger through the fog on the window, drawing a sloppy heart right there, his touch light and almost tender.
you laugh breathlessly, swatting his arm. "what the hell is that?"
he grins, still catching his breath, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "just marking our spot."
The strawberry!
୨୧﹕fem!reader, rough sex w ichi cus hes a meanie
you tried to crawl away.
your nails scraped at the sheets, knees slipping, hips jolting with every ruthless thrust—but he just grabbed your waist, dragged you back like you weighed nothing, and slammed in deeper.
“don’t run from me,” ichigo growled, voice gravel and fire against the nape of your neck. “you started this.”
your scream was muffled by the pillow, your body arching as his cock buried itself again, the stretch brutal, perfect. every time you tried to wriggle away, he’d pull you right back down on it—flesh meeting flesh with a loud, wet slap, your pussy drooling down your thighs from how hard he was working you.
“f-fuck, ichigo—s’too much, i c-can’t—”
he snarled and grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the mattress, his chest pressing against your back as he rutted into you, balls heavy and slapping. “yeah? should’ve thought about that before you looked at me with that little brat face,” he hissed in your ear. “before you put on that tight shit and bent over like you wanted to get your guts rearranged.”
your legs trembled. your throat ached from moaning. your pussy was wrecked, every thrust shoving his cock in deeper, your walls clenching and fluttering helplessly around him.
he let go of your wrists just to grab your hair and yank your head back, teeth dragging over your jaw.
“you feel that?” he gritted. “that’s me rearranging everything. so go ahead. fucking try to crawl again.”
you did.
he slammed in so deep your eyes crossed, your scream choked, legs giving out completely.
he laughed—low, cocky, mean. “that’s what i thought.”
you were shaking now, face pressed to the mattress, tongue half out as you drooled into the sheets, hips twitching with every punishing thrust. he’d made you cockdrunk, dumb, soaked, ruined. you weren’t running. you couldn’t even think.
“say it,” he snapped, fingers digging into your hips. “say who you fucking belong to.”
you whimpered, voice shattered. “y-you, ichigo—!”
“damn right.”
and then he came. buried deep, cock twitching, hot ropes of cum flooding your cunt. his grip didn’t loosen until you were shaking, leaking, gasping.