NOTAKING
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Chapter 131
🕑 Added 2025-07-29 04:40:10 +0000 UTC“You know you liked it,” he murmured, lips brushing her temple. “Are you ready for what’s to come?”
Tatsuki nodded, her voice caught somewhere between anticipation and quiet awe. The time had come.
Ichigo kissed her again — not rushed or forceful, but deep and grounding. Like he was reminding her this was real. That she was safe.
As their lips moved, slow and warm, his hand trailed up her side, fingers brushing the underside of her breast before cupping it fully. She gasped into his mouth — not from pain, but from sensation. Every touch made her hyper-aware of her body, of the fact that she was bared beneath him… of where this was going.
His thumb circled her nipple gently. She shivered.
“Still good?” he whispered.
She nodded again, cheeks flushed, eyes locked to his. “Yeah… just—don’t go too fast.”
Ichigo gave a quiet chuckle, low and reassuring. “Tatsuki. I’ve waited years for this. I’m not rushing a damn thing.”
He kissed his way down her neck, tongue flicking against her pulse, dragging soft moans from her lips. Then, chest to chest, skin to skin, he slowly pressed himself against her entrance — not pushing in yet, just letting her feel him.
She tensed slightly. Her breath hitched.
“Hey…” he whispered, brushing hair from her face. “Breathe with me.”
They locked eyes. She inhaled. So did he. Then together, they exhaled.
Her body relaxed under him. She nodded once more. “I’m ready.”
Ichigo angled his hips, guiding himself slowly — inch by inch — into her.
The head slid in with quiet resistance. Tatsuki’s breath stuttered in her throat, and she clutched his arm tightly.
“F-fuck—okay—” she whimpered, brows furrowing.
Ichigo paused, kissing her shoulder. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah. It’s just—tight…”
“I know,” he said softly. “You’re doing perfect. We’ll go slow.”
He kissed her again — lips brushing hers as he pushed in another inch. The stretch made her gasp, her body trying to adjust to the new, foreign pressure. Ichigo held himself still, whispering softly into her ear.
“You feel so good, Tatsuki. So warm… I’ve never wanted anyone like this.”
Her legs wrapped tighter around his hips instinctively, and he slid deeper, carefully, watching her every expression.
Shlk... shlk...
She let out a soft, broken moan. “Oh my god…”
“There you go,” he whispered, voice breathless now. “That’s it. You’re taking all of me…”
Finally, his hips met hers — fully inside. Both of them were panting. Her nails had dug into his back, leaving red trails. His forehead pressed against hers, sweat beading at his brow.
“D-don’t move yet,” she breathed.
“I won’t,” he promised, barely holding back his own need. “Tell me when.”
Seconds passed like minutes. Then, slowly, she shifted her hips — just slightly — and the tiniest moan escaped her lips.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Go slow.”
Ichigo rolled his hips, the motion shallow but deliberate. She gasped again, her eyes fluttering, body caught between discomfort and something deeper — heat, pleasure, release.
Schlk... slrk...
Each thrust was quiet, wet, warm. Their bodies slick with sweat, moving together with new rhythm. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him like he was the only thing grounding her.
“You okay?” he asked again, voice hoarse.
“Mmhmm,” she moaned. “K-keep going. You feel… so good...”
Ichigo’s head dropped to her neck, his lips pressing kisses between his words. “You’re doing amazing, Tatsuki. So fucking tight… can barely hold back.”
Her moans got louder as her body began to adjust — pleasure blooming over the ache. Every thrust now made her toes curl, her hips meeting his on instinct.
Slap... slap... slrp...
He grunted softly, rhythm picking up. Not rough — just deeper. Needier.
Tatsuki’s voice trembled. “I-I can’t believe this is happening…”
Ichigo cupped her face. “Believe it. You’re mine now.”
She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her again — hard, hungry, raw.
The bed creaked under them, the sound joining her ragged breaths and the wet slap of skin on skin. Their rhythm built slowly, organically — like a dance. A slow climb toward something inevitable.
“Ichigo—!” she cried out, legs tightening around his waist. “Don’t stop—please—!”
His hand found hers, lacing fingers as he pushed deeper one last time, grinding his hips, making her feel every inch.
Shlk... shlk... shlk...
He whispered into her ear, voice trembling. “Cum for me, Tatsuki…”
Her body trembled, then locked — and a soft, broken cry tore from her throat as her first orgasm hit, wave after wave crashing through her. Her body pulsed around him, walls squeezing him so tightly he nearly lost it.
He groaned into her shoulder. “Shit—Tatsuki—!”
But he didn’t finish. Not yet.
He stayed inside her, holding her tight, breathing hard. Her body shivered under him — overstimulated, glowing, overwhelmed but blissful.
“I... I didn’t know it could feel like that…” she whispered through panting breaths.
Ichigo smiled, brushing sweaty hair from her face. “That’s what it feels like when it’s real.”
' Alright I think it's enough. Time to go a little harder. Can't cum yet. But when I do, man it'll feel heavenly,' Ichigo thought as his hands grasped on her thick thighs.
“Ready for round two?” he asked, voice rough, low, and dripping with hunger.
Tatsuki didn’t speak—she just bit her lip and nodded, her face already flushed and glistening with sweat. Her legs instinctively spread wider for him as she reached up to tug at his wrist, guiding him closer, silently begging for more.
Ichigo's lips curled into a smirk. “Thought so.”
He gripped her thighs tighter, pushing them up and back until her knees nearly touched her shoulders. Her breath hitched at the sudden stretch, her fingers curling in the sheets.
“Hold on tight,” he muttered.
And then he drove in—hard.
The sound it made was filthy, skin against skin, wet and loud, echoing off the walls. Tatsuki choked on a cry, her nails digging into the mattress. Her body trembled with each powerful thrust. No slow build-up this time. No teasing. Just raw, unrelenting rhythm.
Her moans came out unfiltered—guttural, desperate, trembling.
“Ah—! Ngh, Ichi—go!”
“That’s right,” he growled through gritted teeth. “Let me hear it. Let everyone know who’s making you sound like that.”
She clenched around him in response, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Ichigo leaned forward, one hand pinning her wrists above her head while the other snaked between them, thumb brushing over her sensitive spot in tight, expert circles.
“Shit… You’re soaking—tight as hell,” he hissed. “You want me to ruin you, don’t you?”
Her hips bucked up, but he slammed back down, grinding into her, forcing her deeper into the mattress. She cried out again, her eyes fluttering shut.
“I asked a question.”
“Y-Yes! Yes, I—ah!—I want it, Ichigo!”
He chuckled darkly. “Then take it.”
His rhythm intensified. Her body slapped against his with every brutal stroke, the bed creaking violently beneath them. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps—mixed with broken moans and desperate whimpers.
“I—I can’t—!”
“You can,” he growled, leaning in close, his teeth grazing her ear. “You’re gonna take every inch. Every damn drop.”
He flipped her over without warning—ass in the air, back arched, her hands gripping the headboard. Her face pressed into the sheets, muffling her moans as he slid back in from behind, slower now—but so much deeper.
The sound that came out of her was animalistic.
“F-Fuck! Ichi—ngh!”
He slapped her ass once, hard. “Louder.”
Another thrust. Another slap.
“Louder.”
Tatsuki screamed, voice cracking from the force of it all. Ichigo’s hands gripped her waist, dragging her back onto him over and over like she was his personal toy.
“Look at you,” he growled, hips slamming into her with punishing force. “So damn perfect like this. Bent over. Moaning my name.”
[A/N: DAMN I CRINGED]
“Y-Yours,” she gasped, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the intensity. “I’m—yours!”
“That’s right,” he hissed, hips stuttering slightly now. “Don’t forget it.”
Her body began to tremble violently—she was close, so close.
Ichigo pulled her back up, chest to her back, one hand gripping her throat lightly as he whispered in her ear, “Cum for me. Let go.”
And with a broken cry, she did—her body shaking as her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, legs trembling, vision blurring.
Ichigo held himself back, barely.
“Round three’s coming,” he murmured against her neck.
TO BE CONTINUED
