Rukia Kuchiki stands in the dimly lit room of the Kurosaki household, her petite frame silhouetted against the sliding paper door. Her violet eyes flicker with a mix of resolve and something softer, more vulnerable, as she gazes at Ichigo Kurosaki. His orange hair catches the faint moonlight streaming through the window, and his broad shoulders tense under his tight black shirt. Rukia's fingers fidget with the hem of her shihakushō, her breath hitching as Ichigo steps closer, his reiatsu pulsing like a heartbeat against her skin.
"Rukia," Ichigo murmurs, his voice low and rough, "you've been actin' weird all night. What's goin' on?" His brown eyes search hers, and she feels a flush creep up her neck. She wants to snap back with her usual sharp wit, to deflect, but the words catch in her throat. Instead, her body betrays her, leaning slightly toward him, drawn by the heat radiating from his muscular frame. Her small breasts rise and fall with quickened breaths, the fabric of her robe clinging to her curves in the humid air.
Without warning, Ichigo closes the distance, his calloused hand cupping her cheek. Rukia's eyes widen, a soft gasp escaping her lips as his thumb brushes over her lower lip. "Don't lie to me," he growls, his voice laced with a hunger that sends a shiver down her spine. Her thighs press together instinctively, a warmth pooling in her core as she feels the roughness of his touch. She doesn't pull away, doesn't want to. Instead, she tilts her head, her lips parting slightly, inviting him closer. The scent of his sweat and faint cologne fills her senses, intoxicating her.
Their lips crash together in a desperate, bruising kiss, tongues clashing as Ichigo's hands grip her waist, pulling her flush against his hard body. Rukia moans into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his spiky hair, tugging hard enough to elicit a low groan from him. His cock, already straining against his jeans, presses against her stomach, and she feels a thrill at the size of him, her pussy clenching in anticipation. She grinds against him, her hips moving of their own accord, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her. "Ichigo... nngh," she whimpers, her voice breaking as his tongue sweeps into her mouth, claiming her.
Ichigo's hands slide down to her ass, squeezing the firm globes through her robe before he lifts her effortlessly. Rukia wraps her legs around his waist, her sandals slipping off and thudding to the floor. He carries her to his bed, the springs creaking as he lays her down, his body hovering over hers. Her robe parts slightly, revealing the pale skin of her thighs and the edge of her black panties. Ichigo's eyes darken, his breath ragged as he drinks in the sight of her. "Fuck, Rukia," he mutters, his hands trembling as he tugs at her obi, unraveling the sash with impatient fingers.
The fabric falls away, exposing her small, perky breasts, her nipples already hard and aching. Ichigo's mouth descends on one, sucking greedily, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. Rukia arches her back, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as pleasure shoots straight to her clit. "A-ah! Ichigo, don't-nnh!" she gasps, her hands clawing at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Her pussy throbs, slickness soaking through her panties as he lavishes attention on her breasts, alternating between them, biting just hard enough to make her squirm.
Ichigo pulls back, his lips glistening with saliva as he yanks off his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs and the scars that crisscross his torso. Rukia's eyes trace the lines, her fingers following, brushing over the raised skin with a tenderness that makes his cock twitch. He fumbles with his belt, the clink of metal loud in the quiet room as he shoves his jeans and boxers down, freeing his thick, veiny cock. It bobs heavily, the tip glistening with precum, and Rukia's mouth waters at the sight. She reaches for him, her small hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking slowly, feeling him pulse under her touch. "You're... big," she whispers, her voice husky, a mix of awe and nervous excitement.
"Gonna make you feel good," Ichigo promises, his voice strained as he hooks his fingers into her panties, pulling them down her legs. Her pussy is bare, glistening with arousal, and he groans at the sight, his cock jerking in her hand. He spreads her thighs, settling between them, his broad shoulders forcing her legs wider. Rukia's breath hitches as he leans down, his hot breath fanning over her sensitive folds. His tongue flicks out, teasing her clit, and she bucks against him, a loud moan spilling from her lips. "Ohh, fuck, Ichigo!" she cries, her hands fisting the sheets as he laps at her, his tongue delving into her tight entrance, tasting her sweetness.
He eats her out with relentless hunger, his fingers digging into her thighs, holding her still as she writhes beneath him. Her clit pulses under his tongue, her orgasm building fast, a coil tightening in her belly. "I-Ichigo, I'm-nngh, I'm gonna cum!" she sobs, her hips grinding against his face. He sucks hard on her clit, and she shatters, her pussy clenching as waves of pleasure crash over her. Her juices coat his chin, and he licks them up, humming in satisfaction as she trembles beneath him.
Ichigo rises, his cock nudging against her entrance, the blunt head slick with her arousal. Rukia's eyes meet his, her chest heaving, her body aching for more. "Do it," she urges, her voice raw, "fuck me, Ichigo." He doesn't need more encouragement, thrusting into her in one smooth motion, stretching her tight pussy around his girth. Rukia screams, her walls fluttering around him, the sensation of being filled so intense it borders on pain. Her tits bounce with each thrust, her nipples grazing his chest as he sets a brutal pace, his balls slapping against her ass. "Fuck, you're tight," he grunts, his hips snapping forward, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every stroke. Rukia's moans fill the room, her body rocking with his.