The bedroom door clicked shut behind them.
Yoruichi slid down slowly from his arms, her golden eyes never leaving his. Her fingers hooked into the hem of his shirt, dragging it upward. Inch by inch, his toned chest was revealed — all muscle and heat — until she yanked it over his head and tossed it aside like prey she was about to devour.
"You've gotten bigger," she murmured, running her nails down his chest, just enough to leave faint red trails. "Longer, too, if I remember right…"
Ichigo's smirk was sharp, hungry. "You'll remember exactly in a second."
He caught her wrist, spun her around, and pressed her against the door, his body flush to hers. Her breath hitched as she felt it , his thick cock and throbbing through his pants, pressing against the curve of her ass.
"You're already hard?" she teased breathlessly.
"You think I wasn't the second you jumped me?"
He reached around and tore open the buttons of her tight black top, exposing the full curve of her breasts. They bounced free into his waiting hands, soft and full. His thumbs rolled over her nipples, and she gasped, arching back into him, grinding herself against his bulge.
"Mmm… gods, I missed this," she moaned.
Ichigo spun her again and lifted her effortlessly, tossing her onto the bed. She landed on her back, hair fanned out like a wild mane, chest rising and falling. She spread her legs without shame, and he stood at the edge of the bed, eyes raking over her with heat.
She wasn't wearing anything under her shorts.
"I should take my time," he growled.
"Then why aren't you?"
That was all the permission he needed.
He dropped his pants and boxers in one motion, and Yoruichi's eyes widened slightly.
"Still as huge as ever," she whispered with a grin. "No, wait—bigger."
He crawled over her like a predator, his shaft dragging along her inner thigh, hot and thick. He kissed her again — slower this time, deeper — his hips grinding against her slick entrance until she whimpered.
"Beg for it," he murmured into her mouth.
She chuckled, eyes half-lidded. "Make me."
In one thrust, he buried himself inside her.
Her mouth fell open in a silent cry, eyes fluttering. He was so deep, so full, her walls stretched tight around his length. The sudden fullness hit her like a wave, and her legs instinctively locked around his waist, drawing him in deeper.
"F-fuck—Ichigo…"
He pulled back slowly, almost teasing, then slammed back in, harder. The bed creaked. The headboard knocked against the wall.
Again.
Again.
Her nails clawed at his back, dragging down his muscles as he thrust into her with powerful, deliberate strokes.
*Thwop*
*Thwop*
The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room, joined by her breathy moans and his ragged groans.
"You're so wet," he growled against her neck.
"You're hitting my fucking spot—don't stop—!"
She was writhing beneath him now, her body trembling, heels digging into his back. He shifted his angle and thrust upward, grinding the head of his cock against her most sensitive spot, making her scream his name.
Her legs shook. Her hands clutched the sheets. She came hard, her body pulsing around him, soaking his length as he kept going, riding her through it.
But he wasn't done.
He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her ass up, and slammed back into her from behind.
*Pah*
*Pah*
Her moan was muffled by the pillow, her back arching as he pounded into her deeper than before.
"You're mine," he growled, slapping her ass. "Say it."
"Ichigo—I'm yours—yours!"
He pulled her up by the hair, his other hand gripping her hip as he slammed into her again and again, hips slapping, sweat dripping from both of them.
And when he finally came — deep inside her with a groan that shook his core — she felt every pulse, every twitch of his release flooding her, filling her until it dripped down her thigh.
They collapsed together, breathless, tangled in heat and sweat and sheets.
After a long silence, Yoruichi whispered with a smug grin, "Still think you should've taken your time?"
Ichigo chuckled into her neck. "Round two's not gonna be slow."
Ichigo didn't pull away. Instead, he grabbed Yoruichi's waist firmly, hauling her back against his chest with a force that made her arch into him, pressing every curve of her body to his. The heat between them was palpable — raw, fierce, and utterly unbreakable.
One hand slid up her side, then wrapped around her neck with a grip that was commanding but careful — not cruel, just owning. His fingers curled lightly against her skin, grounding them both in the moment.
The bed groaned beneath them, the mattress creaking under their combined weight as Ichigo began to move.
His hips snapped forward, hard and relentless.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
Each powerful thrust slammed deep inside her, driving a wild pulse of pleasure through their bodies. The sound of their skin meeting, wet and urgent, echoed like thunder in the quiet room.
Yoruichi's breath hitched, a shuddering gasp escaping her lips.
"Oah... Ichigo..." she moaned, voice raw with need, trembling as she leaned back against him.
His grip on her neck tightened just enough to send a shiver down her spine, mixing tension and trust in a fierce dance.
His lips brushed the shell of her ear, breath hot and rough. "You're mine," he growled, voice thick with desire. "All of you."
Ichigo's thrusts grew savage, each one deeper and harder than the last, his body demanding release while still savoring the taste of control.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
The rhythm was merciless — relentless, punishing, and intoxicating all at once.
Yoruichi's hands gripped the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as her body trembled with every brutal slam.
Her moans grew louder, breath ragged and desperate.
"Fuuuck, Ichigo... harder... don't stop..."
He growled in response, his hips driving like a piston.
His other hand came up to cup her jaw, tilting her head just enough so their eyes locked.
There was fire in her gaze — fierce, wild, and hungry — matching the raw need burning in his own.
Time slowed, each powerful PAH echoing in the room, building a crescendo that threatened to shatter them both.
Ichigo's breath hitched, his body tensing as the peak approached.
With a guttural growl, he slammed into her one last time — harder, deeper — and let go, spilling inside her in a wave of heat and power.
Their bodies trembled together, slick with sweat, hearts pounding loud in the silence.
Ichigo's grip on her neck loosened, his fingers trailing down her skin as he pulled her close, resting his forehead against the back of her neck.
She melted against him, breathless, wrapped in the fierce intimacy of the moment.
TO BE CONTINUED