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Ble@ch: Chapter 100
🕑 Added 2025-06-21 21:00:21 +0000 UTCAn hour later…
“Nhhaa~… P-Please… don’t tease me like this…” Rukia gasped, her breath coming in short, trembling bursts. Her voice, normally sharp and composed, now trembled with raw need, threaded with desperation.
Ichigo stood at the foot of the bed, gazing down at her with an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
‘Didn’t take long to break her,’ he thought, cocking his head.
“You sure about that?” he asked, his voice low and velvety, filled with heat.
Rukia’s back arched slightly off the mattress as she brought her legs up, spreading them and hooking them over her arms, holding herself open for him without shame. The hoodie she wore earlier was gone—now it was just flushed skin, faint sweat glistening along her collarbones, and her eyes—wild, hungry, begging.
“Ichigo…” she breathed, “Please…”
Her body trembled slightly in anticipation, lips parted, cheeks burning red. Her tone was a blend of longing and submission, and that only made the sight of her more irresistible.
Ichigo stepped forward, looming over her, his frame casting a shadow across her spread form. The sheer difference in size between them made the scene feel even more primal—his sculpted figure, muscles tense, radiating control… while she lay bare, vulnerable and inviting.
He leaned over her, hands pressing against the mattress on either side of her head. Their eyes locked, the space between them electric.
“You wanted to be ruined tonight, didn’t you?” he whispered against her ear.
She let out a breathy whimper, nodding slowly. “I want… all of you…”
He let his lips trail along her jaw, teasing her skin with each breath. She trembled underneath him, her thighs twitching around his waist.
He slid a hand down, fingers tracing her inner thigh before pausing just short of her core. She bucked slightly, chasing his touch with a needy moan.
“Mmh~ Ichigo…!” she cried out as his fingers finally grazed her—just a light touch, enough to make her shiver.
He groaned lowly in her ear, “You’re soaked… damn, you really meant it.”
Her fingers gripped the sheets above her head. “I—I can’t take this slow torture… please—”
A loud, wet slap echoed through the room as he grabbed her thigh and pinned it down, his other hand sliding behind her neck to pull her into a deep, hungry kiss. Tongues tangled, lips crashed, breaths were stolen. She mewled helplessly into his mouth, her entire body burning from the overwhelming contact.
Ichigo broke the kiss with a sharp breath, resting his forehead against hers.
“Then hold on tight,” he whispered darkly, “because I’m not stopping until you’re breathless.”
Ichigo didn’t wait for another plea.
He shifted forward, his chest brushing against hers, the contrast between their bodies sending a fresh shiver through Rukia’s frame. She let out a gasp as his weight settled atop her, grounding her, pinning her in a way that made her heart pound in her ears.
“Ahh…!” she moaned softly, voice catching as his hand slid behind her knee and pressed her leg up further, opening her up even more. Her body trembled under his touch, heat rising off her skin.
He brushed his lips across her cheek, then whispered directly into her ear, “You’re shaking, Rukia… but I haven’t even started yet.”
She whimpered again, burying her face into his shoulder as if trying to hide the flush of her cheeks. “Y-You’re such a tease…”
Ichigo chuckled, a low and confident sound that rumbled against her body. “Gotta make sure you really want it.”
He rolled his hips forward—slow, deliberate—rubbing himself along her soaked warmth without entering, just enough friction to make her cry out softly.
“Mmnnh~! Ichigo…!” she gasped, her fingers clawing at his back now, nails digging slightly into his skin. “D-Don’t make me beg…”
He kissed her neck, a slow drag of his tongue against her pulse. “You already are.”
Her breath caught, hips moving instinctively to meet his. The sensation sent a wave of pressure through her, deep and aching.
Then, without warning, he pushed in just a little—barely an inch—and she choked on a moan.
“Ahh!~ Ichi—!”
“Shhh,” he murmured into her skin. “Breathe. We’re taking our time.”
Her walls squeezed around him in anticipation, and he gave her a moment, his hand brushing her hair back, watching her with heated eyes. “You feel incredible already…”
Slowly, gradually, he pushed in deeper—inch by thick inch—forcing her body to adjust, stretch, and accept him. Each breathless gasp that left her lips only spurred him on.
“Ahh… nghh… it’s—ah!~ s-so much…” she whimpered, voice thin and trembling. Her legs twitched around his waist, body straining to hold onto something as he continued.
He groaned low in his throat, eyes narrowing with focus. “You can take it. You’re mine tonight, remember?”
And with that—he gave one hard thrust, burying himself completely.
“AHHHH—!” she cried out, body jolting beneath him.
He caught her lips with his again, muffling her moan as he held her tight, letting her feel every inch, every heartbeat, every breath.
They stayed like that for a moment—locked together, sweat clinging to their skin, breathing heavy and uneven. Then Ichigo leaned back, eyes never leaving hers.
“Now…” he said with a breathless smirk, “let’s see if you can keep up.”
Her cry echoed inside the Hado barrier, bouncing off invisible walls like a melody of surrender.
Ichigo didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. He pulled back slowly, dragging every inch of himself against her trembling walls before slamming back in with a growl.
“F-Fuck—Ichigo!” she gasped, voice cracking, arms flying around his shoulders like she needed to anchor herself to reality.
“Louder,” he murmured against her ear, lips brushing her skin, “No one’s going to hear you but me.”
He set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping against her with wet, rhythmic slaps, her cries rising each time he bottomed out. Her fingers scratched down his back, legs locked around his waist as her body was rocked into the mattress over and over again.
“Y-You’re so deep… I-I can’t—ahh!~”
“Yes, you can,” he groaned, sweat dripping from his brow, “You always take me. Like you were made for me.”
Rukia’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as his hips rolled just right, the thick pressure of him grinding perfectly into her sweet spot. Her back arched, body shivering under the wave of sudden, overwhelming pleasure.
“There it is,” Ichigo growled, pulling one of her legs over his shoulder, sinking even deeper. “That spot you love… the one that makes you forget your own damn name.”
“Nnghh—Ichigooo~!”
Her nails bit into his skin, but he didn’t care. If anything, he thrust harder, chasing the next moan, the next trembling gasp, the next delicious sound that spilled from her lips.
Her body started to seize up—hips twitching, breath catching, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as the first orgasm slammed into her like a tidal wave.
“T-Too much!~” she cried, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
He slowed, just slightly, and kissed her cheek. “You did so good… but we’re not done yet.”
Then he flipped her. Quick. Smooth. Her body barely had time to react before she was on her hands and knees, face flushed against the pillow.
“W-Wait—Ichigo—!”
He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him, burying himself to the hilt once more. She let out a choked gasp, face burning.
“You said ‘all of me,’ remember?”
His hand slid up her back, pressing between her shoulder blades until her chest met the mattress and her ass arched perfectly for him. The angle made her tighter, and Ichigo’s groan was raw as he began to thrust again—deeper, rougher.
“D-Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop!” she cried, her voice muffled by the sheets.
“I wasn’t planning to,” he muttered through gritted teeth, sweat running down his chest as he drove into her, harder, faster.
Her moans came broken now—stuttered cries, high and breathy, each one sharper than the last. Her legs trembled beneath her, her body completely at his mercy.
“Gonna cum again,” she whimpered, “I-I can’t… I’m—”
“Then do it,” he ordered, one hand slipping under to rub soft circles against her clit while his other hand yanked her hair back just enough to hear her cry out. “Let go, Rukia. Let me hear you fall apart.”
And she did.
Her body spasmed, clenching around him with such intensity it nearly made his knees buckle. Her scream was loud, raw, muffled only by the barrier keeping their secret.
“Fuuuck—Rukia…” he groaned, feeling the tight, wet heat squeeze him so perfectly he nearly lost it.
Her body went limp, collapsing against the bed, but he wasn’t done. He flipped her again, this time slower, and kissed her—hard and deep, as if feeding off her moans.
She whimpered into his mouth, breathless, used, still trembling. “I… I can’t take any more…”
“Yes, you can,” he said, resting his forehead against hers, voice low, firm, loving. “Just one more time. I wanna feel you cum around me while I fill you up.”
Her eyes widened, still hazy with pleasure—but the look in them said she wanted it too.
And so, with fingers laced and bodies flush, he took her again—slower now, deeper, every thrust full of devotion and fire. Until they came together, locked in a messy, gasping, trembling release that left them clinging to each other like gravity had vanished.
They lay tangled in each other, skin sticky with sweat, chests rising and falling in sync.
" Do I really have to do whatever you want?" She asked.
" Why of course, that was the bet remember. Now get some rest, I'm going to make some food " he said as he got off the bed leaving the room.
Rukia laid there in her sweat, she still felt Ichigo’s jizz inside her making her blush slightly as she went and put her hand over her womb.
TO BE CONTINUED
