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Ble@ch: Chapter 93
🕑 Added 2025-06-17 19:35:27 +0000 UTCIchigo and Rukia decided to take a detour on the way home. Since they were in their soul forms, they were invisible to nearly everyone—an advantage Ichigo had no trouble exploiting.
They wandered into a quiet park, where the trees swayed softly and a few couples walked past, oblivious to their presence. A lone bench sat under a tree, tucked just far enough from the walking trail to give them a sliver of privacy.
Without a word, Ichigo sat down and tugged Rukia gently onto his lap. She straddled him, her Soul Reaper uniform falling over his thighs as her arms wrapped around his neck. Their eyes locked, heat passing between them in silence before their lips met.
Her mouth was warm and sweet, and Ichigo responded with a low hum as he kissed her deeper. His hands found her wrists at first, fingers curling around them before slowly trailing up her arms and settling at her waist. Her body was petite—but perfectly shaped for his hands, every curve familiar now, yet still thrilling to explore.
Rukia let out a soft breath against his mouth as he pulled her closer. Her heart beat a little faster as she whispered teasingly, “You’re getting bold.”
Ichigo smirked, brushing a few strands of her raven hair behind her ear. “You’re the one who climbed into my lap.”
Rukia arched a brow. “I didn’t hear you complain.”
“I’d never complain about you.”
They kissed again, slower this time—less hungry, more affectionate. The world outside them didn’t matter. The distant laughter of children, the hum of passing cars, even the cool breeze brushing against the trees—it all faded beneath the heat that simmered between them.
Rukia pulled back slightly, eyes half-lidded. “We shouldn’t stay too long.”
Ichigo smirked, though his hands still held her close. “ Why not go all the way, nobody can see us" he said as he lowered her Soul Reaper uniform pants.
She blushed , but didn't deny his movement. Ichigo smiled.
' This has been one of my top 10 desires, Tonight I fulfill it' he thought.
Rukia's cheeks flushed a soft pink in the moonlight, but she didn’t stop him. Her hands stayed around his neck, her legs tightening around his waist as he slowly tugged down the lower half of her uniform, exposing her pale thighs and the dark fabric of her damp panties.
Ichigo looked down, his breath catching.
“Damn…” he muttered, letting his fingertips trail along the inside of her thigh.
She squirmed slightly in his lap, breath hitching. “You’re staring.”
“Can you blame me?”
His hands slid to her hips, thumbs tracing slow, lazy circles over her skin. She felt impossibly warm, her body pressing snugly against him. Through the layers of his clothes, he could feel the wet heat pooling between her legs.
“You’re already this wet?” he whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss against her neck.
Rukia’s breath caught in her throat. “W-we haven’t done anything yet.”
Ichigo chuckled, his voice low and husky. “That’s what makes it hotter.”
He kissed down her neck, slow and deliberate, until she tilted her head to the side and let out a soft moan—barely audible, but enough to make him harder beneath her.
“You have to be quiet,” he said, kissing along her collarbone. “There’s a couple walking right over there.”
“I know…” she whispered, her voice trembling as he pushed her panties to the side.
The night air licked at her soaked folds, making her shiver. Ichigo slid two fingers along her slit, groaning when he felt just how wet she was.
“Rukia…”
She whimpered softly, pressing her forehead against his. “Do it… Please…”
Ichigo didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled down his pants just enough to free his cock, already hard and throbbing. Lining himself up with one hand, he grabbed her waist with the other.
“You sure?” he asked, voice rough with restraint.
Rukia nodded, wrapping her arms tighter around him. “Hurry…”
Ichigo pulled her hips down—and she slid onto him, inch by thick inch, her tight heat swallowing him whole.
Her mouth opened in a silent cry, the stretch intense, delicious. She clung to him, burying her face into his shoulder to muffle the sounds.
“F-fuck, you’re tight,” he growled under his breath.
*schlk*
The wet sound of her body taking him in made them both shiver. She bottomed out slowly, grinding down until he was fully inside her.
Then she sat still, adjusting, both of them panting softly in the quiet.
“Don’t move yet…” she whispered.
Ichigo kissed her temple. “Take your time.”
A few seconds passed—tense, full of heat and need. Then Rukia rocked her hips, just slightly.
“Shit…”
He gritted his teeth, grabbing her ass with both hands as he guided her into a slow, steady rhythm.
*schlk… schlk… schlk…*
Their bodies moved together in perfect sync, hips grinding in soft, wet strokes. Each thrust sent a little shock through Rukia’s core, her clit rubbing against his lower abdomen just right.
She bit down on her lower lip, suppressing the moans that threatened to escape.
“You like this,” he whispered, kissing along her jaw. “Don’t deny it.”
She nodded quickly, trembling. “Y-yes…”
Ichigo’s eyes burned with hunger. “Then ride me.”
Rukia obeyed—slow at first, rolling her hips in tight circles, her soaked heat swallowing him again and again.
Ichigo’s grip tightened. “Just like that… fuck…”
In the distance, a dog barked. A couple laughed. Someone’s phone rang.
But all Rukia could hear was the rapid beat of her heart and the quiet schlk-schlk-schlk of her soaked folds taking him again and again.
She moved faster, bouncing gently now, her thighs clapping softly against his. Her quiet whimpers grew louder, her control slipping.
Ichigo groaned, thrusting up to meet her pace, hitting her deep.
“Ah—!” she gasped, hands gripping his shoulders as her orgasm approached.
“You gonna cum for me, right here in public?” he muttered, licking her neck.
She nodded wildly, grinding down harder. “Ichigo— I’m—!”
Her body locked up as she came, hips jerking, clenching down on him like a vice.
Ichigo bit back a moan, pumping up into her, chasing his own release.
Then—
“Fuck… I’m gonna—!”
He pulled her down hard, slamming deep as his cock throbbed inside her, spilling thick ropes of his release into her pulsing heat.
They clung to each other, trembling, riding the aftershocks together.
For a moment, neither of them said anything.
Just the sound of their breaths in the dark, the faint creak of the bench, and the wind rustling through the trees.
“…We should take detours more often,” Ichigo finally said.
Rukia smirked, cheeks flushed, still trembling slightly.
Rukia rested against Ichigo’s chest, her body still trembling from the orgasm that had left her breathless just moments ago. The quiet of the night pressed in around them—crickets chirped in the bushes, the wind gently stirred the trees, and a car passed slowly in the distance.
Ichigo’s hands were still on her hips, thumbs lazily tracing circles over her slick skin. His cock was still buried inside her, twitching slightly with aftershocks.
He leaned in, lips brushing her ear.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Rukia’s eyes widened slightly, her breath catching. “W-what?”
Ichigo smirked, gripping her ass.
“Get off… and turn around.”
She hesitated—half from embarrassment, half from anticipation—but nodded. Slowly, she lifted herself off him, biting her lip at the soft wet pop as he slipped out. A thin strand of their release clung to her thighs as she turned around.
Ichigo stood up from the bench, guiding her to it with firm hands.
“Bend over.”
Rukia placed her hands on the backrest of the bench, arching her back slightly as she spread her legs for him, the curve of her ass on full display in the moonlight. Her panties hung halfway down her thighs, her uniform jacket falling forward, revealing the pale smoothness of her back.
Ichigo stepped behind her, his cock rising again quickly at the sight. He ran his fingers down her spine, then slipped two between her thighs—feeling just how wet she still was.
“Still dripping…” he murmured, stroking her folds slowly.
She whimpered softly. “Stop teasing me…”
He grinned. “You sure?”
With a swift motion, he lined himself up again, gripping her hips tight.
“Brace yourself.”
Then he slammed into her.
SLAP!
“Ah—! Ichi—go!”
The force of it rocked her forward, her hands gripping the bench tight as he buried himself to the hilt in one deep thrust. Her tightness wrapped around him perfectly, her walls clenching as he pulled back—then rammed into her again.
PAH! PAH!
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed quietly in the night air, muffled by the breeze and the distant hum of the city.
Rukia bit her hand, trying not to scream.
Ichigo grunted behind her, hips moving faster, harder.
“You feel that?” Thrust
“You’re taking me so fucking well.” Thrust
Her ass jiggled with each powerful thrust, the bench creaking beneath her.
Her moans came out in short, helpless bursts:
“Ah—! Ahn—! Nngh—! F-Fuck…”
She didn’t care who might be walking past. She didn’t care how lewd they looked, bent over in a public park like this. All she could feel was Ichigo pounding into her, filling her over and over again.
He leaned over her, one hand gripping her shoulder for leverage.
“You were made for this…” he growled in her ear.
Her legs trembled. “D-don’t stop…”
Ichigo grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back gently—not cruel, but firm.
“I wasn’t planning to.”
Then he thrust harder.
SMACK! SMACK!
His balls slapped against her soaked folds with every deep thrust, the slickness between them creating lewd, wet sounds that filled the night.
Her second orgasm built quickly—heat rising in her belly, her thighs shaking.
“I—I’m—Ichigo—!”
He reached under and found her clit, rubbing fast, and that was all it took.
She screamed into her hand, her entire body spasming as she came hard, her juices squirting slightly, dripping down her legs.
Ichigo held her steady, fucking her through it, even as her legs threatened to give out.
Then—
“Fuck—Rukia—I’m cumming—!”
With one final thrust, he slammed deep, his cock twitching as he spilled inside her again, thick ropes of cum filling her to the brim.
They both collapsed against the bench—Rukia slumped forward, panting; Ichigo standing behind her, chest heaving.
The night was quiet again. No one had seen. But they’d both remember this detour for a long, long time.
TO BE CONTINUED
