#ichigonator

Ichigo plants messy kisses up your bare inner thighs. "One more f'me Y/n" He speaks breathlessly, looking up at you, eyes all glazed over, full of adoration like he's never seen a prettier sight. Like his chin isn't slick with your juices. Like your hips weren't bucking desperately all up against his face a few seconds ago. "Please?" He adds on, a self assured grin already plastering itself across his face like he knew you'd say yes.

You give a nod. He moves his hands to your thighs keeping you pinned down as he licks a shameless stripe up your cunt, before diving back in, fingers immediately reaching to circle your clit, tongue mercilessly lapping at your pussy.

Messy. It's always messy with him. Tongue out, fucking your hole as you writhe against him, your poor, sweet pussy so overstimulated — but he doesn't let up. Your cunt sucks his tongue up so well, he thinks. How could he let go of something like this?

"I-Ichi 's too much" whines break free from your pretty lips, hands tangling themselves in his hair tugging at his strands, needing to ground yourself in something, the sensation building up overwhelming.

He laughs against your cunt, tongue still working, spreading you wider with his hands. "Cmon pretty you can take it can't you? Just one more..." He coos at you, tone laced with faux sweetness.

Your body lies exhausted, thighs trying to wrap around his head, needing some semblance of relief from his onslaught — but he keeps you spread open for him, tongue fucking deeper inside as he grunts, finding that sweet spot inside of you. The spot that makes you squirm. The spot only he knows how to find.

"P-please" you whimper out, your voice a melody to Ichigo's ears. Inexorable in his actions, his fingers circle relentlessly around your clit, building up that familiar sensation in your gut. Bit by bit, building up, legs twitching.

You tug at his hair desperately, body shivering as you buck your hips against his face once more, his nose bumping against your clit as he loosens up his grip, letting you use his face, tasting it all up.

"G-Gonna- mmmph Ichi love you soso much, gonna cum" you moan out, your eyes rolling back, seeing stars as you keep grinding against his face needing to finish riding out your high.

Ichigo devours you like a starved man, drinking up your juices, all hunger, practically soaking in them. Your release dribbles down his chin as he finally pulls back climbing over you to press his lips gently against yours. "Did so well for me pretty, tastes so good"

He brushes your hair away, out of your face with all the care a man like Ichigo can muster up, one hand moving to his boxers, tugging them down, bulge springing free. "Think you can take me princess?" He speaks gently, shivering as the cold air hits his leaking dick.

:D have a good day!!

Thank you so much for the request!! Sorry my brain is mush right now 😵‍💫😵‍💫 just had exams and I slept on my hand funny so it hurt to write

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ fem! Reader x virgin Ichigo kurosaki, first time sex, riding, subby ichigo ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

That ache. That familiar ache in his pants he can never seem to get rid of. That god forsaken ache that flares up at the most inconvenient times — Ichigo never knowing how to handle it. He's tried touching himself, of course he has, but it never seems to work, never managed to soothe that painstaking ache that wells up whenever he catches a glimpse of his gorgeous girlfriend.

How could he help himself? Your perfect tits practically spilling out of those pretty, low cut tops you wear all innocent and wide eyed like you don't know the depraved dependent you've been feeding. God he couldn't imagine a better sight. How could he help himself? Coming home from his job, walking into their kitchen seeing you in a messy apron, pink lips parted in concentration, brows furrowing pouring the batter of the gooey brownies you're making into a tray, just for him, because he mentioned he loves chocolate once in passing. Again, that ache, and he doesn't know what to do.

Ichigo's always been on the bigger side, he knew that. Too scared of ever bringing harm to you he never bothers you with it, stroking his length desperately but barely ever managing to spill over. His hands never being enough, never managing to set a pace that's pleasing to him.

He wraps his protective arms around you from behind nuzzling into your neck as you giggle out "Ichi 'm almost done, how was work?" But not a word flows into him, brain already turning to mush as he breathes in your scent, letting it wash over him as he shivers. You press a gentle kiss against his nose before untangling yourself from his arms, putting the tray in the oven. "I'm gonna shower, make sure the brownies don't burn" you say softly, turning to go up the stairs... And Ichigo, poor, desperate Ichigo just can't help imagining your sweet, soaked body.

It isn't his fault really. It isn't his fault he's tented up in his pants. It isn't his fault he's already making his way to your shared bedroom goal already set in mind. It isn't his fault he practically yanks the pillow you sleep on down to where his crotch is, needing some kind of relief. It isn't his fault he grinds up against it whines spilling from his parted lips, his hips snapping back and forth. He throws his head back, veiny hands fisted against the white sheets you both lie in. He really doesn't mean to but he can't help how loud he is, can't hide his desperation for her. His love. He buries his face against the covers breathing in your scent rutting even harder but still, no build-up, no relief.

Ichigo tears up, letting out pained whimpers, senses dulled as he keeps thrusting, not noticing you walking in, towel barely covering your body, eyes immediately darting towards him ramming into your pillow, thoughts lost in the image of your soapy body — suds dripping down your tits. God he loved your tits, and your thighs, and your ass, and your fingers, whenever they brush through his hair, and-

"Ichi...?" You call out gently interrupting his fantasies, not wanting to startle him when he looks ever so vulnerable in this state — tears spilling down his sanguine cheeks in frustration, biting his lip so hard almost drawing blood. His eyes widen snapping towards you as you walk over, scrambling for the sheets as if it'll help him maintain some semblance of dignity.

One hand lifts, carefully cupping his flushed cheek, wiping his misty eyes and shushing him softly as if tending to a wounded lamb. "Baby what's wrong?" You coo out, voice honeyed, tilting his chin to look at you. He nestles his face into your warm hand pressing eager kisses against your palm, mind too mushy to speak.

"Shh I'll take care of you, I promise" you dote on him lovingly, squeezing his hand delicately, taking your hand away from his cheek. And he grieves, whines at the loss of your touch needing something of you to hold onto as if it tethers him to reality.

You pull him into a messy kiss — all passion as you practically devour him, consume him, destroy him. You yank his shirt off then tug his pants down leaving him in black boxers. Fingers teasing as you run them over his bulge, straining against the cotton material. He shudders, lips parting, hips bucking up needing you to envelop him completely worshiping you, praying to whatever diety out there for your benevolent touch.

You look down at him, a picture of dedication, wishing to sacrifice himself for an ounce of your pleasure. You tug down his boxers, dick springing free as you take it all in. He's so pretty, base thick and large, his tip all red, raw and leaking, curving slightly to the right, one prominent vein on the underside of his cock. It'll be hard to take that.

You kneel down in front of him, Ichigo's eyes tracking your every movement his heart beating with the sound of his love for you. You place a gentle kiss against his tip giving it a testing kitty lick and he trembles.

Standing back up you drop the towel lining his cock up with your fluttering heat slowly sinking down stretch burning. And Ichigo? Ichigo groans, eyes rolling back into his head, tightness gripping his cock practically milking him as you sink all the way down, almost cumming as he grips onto your hands babbling out I love yous.

He looks so good under you, head thrown back as you start to rock your hips against his gently building up a rhythm, Ichigo practically inconsolable, too lost to do anything but sit there clinging onto your hands. Your gummy walls squeezing his cock as you speed up.

Sweat pools down his chest, each plap only serving to feed his veneration. His voice comes out a melody reserved for just you, a carnal secret the two of you share, each rise and fall of your hips turning groans to moans, delcaring his love for you. That familiar feeling stirs up in your gut building up rapidly, legs twitching.

Your hands steady themselves against his built chest, using it as leverage, rolling your hips against his swiftly — fervour taking over, feeling him twitch inside. Sinking back down cunt clenching around his base tightly, nails tracing patterns down his body as he sputters out "I love you Y/n" Stilling inside you as he clambers over the edge, ropes of his hot cum spilling inside you, bringing your hand to his lips gluing himself to you as you gasp. That feeling leaking over as you burst, frantically grinding your hips against his, clit meeting his pubic bone riding our your high, lascivious moans breaking free from your lips. You press a tender kiss against his sweaty forehead feeling him deep inside as you pull him out, his seed dripping out, watching him all spent still squeezing your hand, brainless.

"Ichi baby come back to me" you say softly and he listens all attentive hanging onto every last word. "Let's get you cleaned up yeah?" You brush his ginger hair out of his face pressing another kiss, this one on his nose.

"Too long." Ichigo thinks to himself; "too long without her touch, too long without her kisses, too long without her" — it's his first and only thought as he pushes the front door open, eyes immediately darting towards your form perched on the plush couch, oh so pretty in his eyes. Carelessly, he kicks his shoes off approaching you with the sole intention of satiating that irrepressible urge in his mind. The urge to have you. "Not enough" god knows it's not enough just being in your presence, he wants you, needs you, needs to be in you.

"Ichi!!" You exclaim, elated to see him after long drawn-out weeks without him. "God I've missed you." He wraps his arms around you peppering your face in hungry kisses. "Need you so fucking bad..." He whispers, breathless against your neck, licking up and down trying to find that sweet spot he knows makes you squirm. He's always been good at that, knows you in and out, knows where to touch, where to kiss, where to love to leave you all spent and trembling beneath him. Shuddering as his lips press against your soft skin, letting out an almost imperceptible gasp... though he heard it, he always does. He's good with you like that. A self satisfied grin etches itself across his face as he lays assault to your neck, kissing, licking, and biting indiscriminately — desperation personified.

He looks ever so pathetic like this, all needy and deprived. "So pretty" Whispered words, a carnal secret solely reserved for the two of you... And he whines, he actually whines, cheeks flushing, burying his head pressingly further into your neck hiding away from everything, from his duty, from his job, from his life. Bringing a gentle hand up to cup his sanguine cheek, "Ichi, baby look at me..." He nuzzles into your tender hand, placing a delicate kiss against your palm, amber eyes coming up to meet yours, veneration woven into every glance.

You pull him into a biting kiss — all urgency as he devours you, lips pressing against each other with a need only the other could satiate. You part your lips, gasping slightly and his tongue slips into your waiting mouth exploring your cavern. Teeth clash. Tongues battling for dominance. "Fuck baby... Please" he whimpers out wanting nothing more than to soothe that burning ache inside his core. The one he gets whenever he thinks about you. He keeps kissing you; pushing you down onto the couch, stomach up, pinning you down.

"Can't wait... Please Y/n" he blubbers out, rolling his hips against yours. You wrap your arms and legs around him pushing your hips back against his with a mewl. He pauses, tugging your skirt down frantically, before going back to grinding his hips against yours, completely boxing you in. You feel that familiar feeling rise up in your gut, the feeling you get when you look at him, when he touches you like this. Messy. Familiar... But full of need.

You look up at him, a picture of fervency as he pants. His eyes glazed over, clouded, fuzzy giving you that needy look. "He's prettiest like this" you decide — trembling above you. You tug his pants down leaving him clad in his black boxers, as he clambers frenziedly to get back to his previous position, his hips rolling against yours again. His voice comes out a mix of lascivious cacophonies — a melody of sorts reserved for your ears.

That familiar feeling builds up inside you again, his bulge meeting your clit with every roll. Nails clawing into his back, his hips push harder against yours, all wild and uncontrollable. Your cunt, desperate for penetration, clenches around pure air, the need for release taking over.

"Ichi... so close..." His hands roam your body reverently, ghosting over your sweet curves, as he moves you against him pulling you into another kiss. He kisses up your moans, silencing the both of you as his hips stutter against yours, close to release. That feeling, overflowing like a dam finally spills over, your eyes rolling back into your head, clit feeling stimulated as you clench your thighs tightly around him riding out your high.

He cums in his boxers, dick twitching his hips still rolling chasing that final bit of relief as you lie spent underneath him. Leaning down, he kisses your forehead whispering praises into your ear "good girl... Did so well for me, I missed you" He pulls you into his arms, nuzzling his face into your hair. "Sorry, couldn't wait, needed to feel you" Tucking your head right up underneath his chin.

Ichigo

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Oral sex w Ichigo