Tatsuki lay face-down on the bed, chest rising and falling with each breath, her body glistening with sweat, but a satisfied smile curved her lips.
Slowly, she pushed herself up onto all fours, her hips swaying slightly as she glanced back at Ichigo. He was behind her, hands firmly gripping her thick thighs, thumbs spreading her plump cheeks apart as his cock—still rock hard and glistening—pressed teasingly at her slick entrance.
Shlick... slish...
The sound of her soaked heat filled the room, obscene and beautiful all at once. His swollen tip brushed her folds, gliding effortlessly between them.
"Ahhh..." she gasped, arching her back when he began to slide in—only for him to pull out at the last second, leaving her breathless and needy. She turned her head, brow furrowed in frustration, but the smug look on his face told her he was enjoying every second.
"Why don't you do the work this time?" he said with a smirk, lying back on the bed and stretching his arms behind his head like he had all the time in the world.
Tatsuki rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her grin. "I guess all those squats weren't useless," she muttered, crawling over to straddle him. Their eyes locked, breath mingling, the tension thick between them.
Gripping his shaft, she aligned herself and slowly sank down onto him.
Shliiick...
Her wet, hungry walls welcomed him like a vice. Her body trembled as she took him in inch by inch, bottoming out with a soft gasp.
"Oh… f-fuck," she whispered, hands on his chest as she adjusted to the fullness.
Tatsuki's body trembled slightly as she sat fully impaled on him, his cock throbbing deep inside her. Her walls clenched around him with need, soaking him in wet heat.
Ichigo's hands gripped her hips, thumbs brushing the curve of her waist. "Damn… you're tighter than before."
She smirked, rolling her hips slowly. "Maybe I just like the way you feel in me."
She started to move, lifting herself up halfway, then slamming back down with a loud smack. Her thighs clapped against his as she bounced on him, gradually picking up speed.
Slap—slap—slap
Sticky, wet sounds echoed through the room as her juices dripped down his shaft, making a mess all over his abdomen. Her hair clung to her face, sweat dripping between her breasts as she leaned forward, hands pressing into his chest.
Ichigo met her thrusts halfway, his hips pistoning up into her every time she came down. "Fuck… you feel so damn good."
"Y-Yeah?" Tatsuki moaned, her voice growing shakier as the pleasure built. "You like this? Like watching me fuck you?"
"Hell yeah," he growled, suddenly sitting up and wrapping his arms around her waist, locking her in place.
Then he started thrusting up into her, hard and fast.
Pap-pap-pap-pap!
"Ahhh—fuuuck!" she cried out, legs shaking from the relentless rhythm.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as he drove into her from below, using his strength to hammer into her core with brutal precision. Her moans turned to screams, each one louder than the last.
"I-I'm gonna—!" she started, eyes rolling back.
"Don't you dare cum before me," Ichigo hissed, flipping them over so she was on her back, legs thrown over his shoulders.
Without pause, he plunged back in and fucked her harder.
The bed rocked violently. Slapping skin, wet squelches, and ragged breaths filled the room like a symphony of sin.
Her fingers gripped the sheets, mouth wide open, eyes barely able to focus. "I—Ichigo! I c-can't…!"
"You will," he growled. "You're gonna take it all."
With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt—and held it there. Her walls clenched down on him in a tight spasm as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, body arching and trembling under him.
Ichigo didn't move. He stayed deep inside her, watching her body shake beneath him as she came apart. His hand rested firmly on her lower back, keeping her grounded as her moans softened into shaky breaths.
He felt her relax just slightly—muscles still twitching around him, breath catching as the aftershocks rolled through her.
He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear.
"That felt good, didn't it?" he murmured, voice rough and low. "But I'm not nearly finished."
Tatsuki let out a breathy laugh, still dazed. "I can tell…"
He slowly pulled back, just enough to tease her entrance, letting her feel every inch dragging along her sensitive walls. She shivered, arching her back instinctively as her body begged for more.
"God, you're still hard…" she whispered.
Ichigo kissed down the side of her neck, his hips grinding against her, not thrusting—just teasing. His hands roamed her sides, sliding over her toned stomach and gripping her hips possessively.
"Your body's perfect," he muttered, more to himself than to her. "Tight, strong… and so damn wet for me."
He moved again—slowly, deliberately, sliding into her inch by inch. This time, he didn't rush. He let her feel it. Every ridge, every stretch, every breath between them.
Tatsuki let out a shaky moan. "You're driving me insane…"
"That's the point."
He set a slow, deep rhythm. No longer pounding into her—this was something else. Intimate. Maddening. His thrusts were measured and firm, each one hitting the right spot with devastating precision. Her legs trembled beneath her as pleasure built up again, agonizingly slow.
She buried her face in the sheets, overwhelmed. "I can't—Ichigo—I just came—"
He grinned against her skin. "You'll come again."
He reached around, slipping his fingers between her legs, brushing her clit. The moment he touched her, she cried out, body jolting.
"Oh god—ahh!"
Her walls clenched again, and he groaned deeply. "You're squeezing me so tight… Shit, Tatsuki…"
Her voice was breaking now, breath hitching as his fingers moved in circles, matching his deep strokes.
"Please—don't stop—"
"I'm not stopping until you scream," he growled, suddenly thrusting harder. The bed rocked beneath them again, and she let out a desperate cry, biting the pillow to muffle herself.
Ichigo pulled her up slightly by the waist, angling her hips higher so he could hit deeper. He leaned over her back again, voice hot in her ear.
"Look at you… trembling for me… you've been so tough all your life—"
"And now?" she panted.
He smirked, thrusting hard. "Now you're mine."
Her answer was a broken moan, her entire body buckling beneath him as the pressure became too much to bear. Her eyes squeezed shut, fingers curling around the sheets again as heat surged through her.
"I'm—I'm gonna—Ichigo—!"
He grabbed her waist tight, pounding into her harder and faster now, chasing her second orgasm. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the room, sticky and loud. Wet. Intense.
"Come for me," he ordered through clenched teeth.
And she did.
Her scream echoed off the walls as her second climax tore through her. Her body shook violently, collapsing onto the bed as Ichigo followed her down, still grinding into her twitching walls, groaning as the pleasure tightened inside him.
But he didn't finish.
Not yet.
He held himself back with sheer will, watching her breathless, sprawled across the sheets like a goddess undone.
He kissed her shoulder, gently now.
"You still with me?"
Tatsuki let out a weak laugh, voice shaking. "Barely…"
Ichigo laid beside her, running his hand slowly up her thigh. He pulled her close, letting their legs tangle together. His cock still throbbed against her thigh, but for a moment, he let her breathe.
They lay in silence, the only sound their mixed breaths and the soft rustle of sheets.
Then—softly—he said,
"I've never seen you like that before."
She turned her head, looking at him with a flush across her face. "You bring it out of me, I guess…"
He smiled, brushing her hair out of her face.
"You're beautiful."
That caught her off guard. Tatsuki blinked, her eyes softening.
"…Say that again."
He leaned in.
"You're beautiful."
TO BE CONTINUED
[A/N: YEAH I'M GOING TO DRAG IT. SINCE I MEAN I KINDA WASTED MY SWEET TIME WRITING A SCENE FOR HER. SO YEAH HERE WE ARE. ONE EXTRA CHAPTER COMING. 😈]