୨୧﹕fem!reader, ichigo teaching shy gf how to ride
he’s sitting on his bed, legs spread wide, back against the wall, shirt long gone, sweatpants shoved low on his hips, and his cock’s standing tall and thick against his abs—veiny, flushed, leaking like it’s been dying for your pussy all damn day.
and you’re hovering over it, naked, trembling, shy fingers clutching his broad shoulders, your knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his hips.
“relax,” ichigo murmurs, voice low, calm, coaxing, even as his cock jerks between you, impatient. “i got you.”
you nod, biting your lip, but the nerves are eating you alive.
it’s not that you don’t want this. you do. you want to ride him. want to feel him deep and hot inside you, want to look down and see that cock disappearing into your cunt while his hands roam your body. you just… don’t know how. every time you try to lower yourself onto him, your thighs shake, your body hesitates, and you whimper like you’re about to break.
“baby,” he says, and you glance at him. his amber eyes soften. “you don’t need to rush. we’re not making a porno. we’re just making you feel good.”
your heart thuds in your chest, and you nod again.
his hands slide up your thighs—warm, strong—and settle on your hips. he guides you, gently, lifting you a little higher, the thick head of his cock rubbing against your soaked slit. you gasp, thighs tensing, but he just shushes you.
“feel that?” he murmurs. “that’s just me. just your boyfriend. you’re already so wet for me, baby. you’re perfect.”
you moan as he rocks his hips just a little, nudging the blunt crown of his cock against your entrance.
“c’mon, slow,” he whispers. “start with just the tip. you don’t have to take it all right away. i’ll hold you the whole time.”
you take a shaky breath, exhale, and start to sink.
it’s hot. thick. stretching.
your pussy swallows him inch by slow inch, and your breath catches, your head tilts back, mouth falling open with a soft, desperate moan.
“i know, i know,” he grits, jaw clenched, holding still, hands gripping your hips like you’re the last thing tethering him to earth. “take your time. just like that, baby. you’re doing so fucking good.”
you gasp, thighs trembling, nails digging into his shoulders as you ease lower, every second feeling impossibly fuller, tighter, more split-open than before.
he’s watching you. watching your face twist, watching your lips part, your lashes flutter, your body struggle and adapt. his cock twitches inside you, and he groans deep in his throat.
“god, you’re so tight,” he growls, almost reverent. “you were made for this—made for me. look at you. riding me for the first time like a good girl.”
that heat coils low in your belly, shame and arousal mixing until it’s molten. you bite your lip, whimpering, and finally—finally—your ass meets his thighs.
you’re fully seated. stretched around his cock. full to the fucking brim.
ichigo’s breath shudders out. “holy shit…”
you cling to him, hips twitching, thighs burning from the effort of holding still.
“i-it’s so much,” you whisper.
“i know, baby. but you took it all. i’m so proud of you,” he murmurs, kissing your throat, your jaw, your cheek. “now move for me. just a little. grind on me. you don’t have to bounce yet. just roll those pretty hips.”
you nod, slowly tilting your pelvis. the sensation punches the breath out of you. his cock drags against your walls, heavy, pulsing, rubbing just right against that spot that makes your legs shake.
“f-fuck—feels good,” you whisper, eyes wide, dizzy.
“yeah?” he growls, hands flexing on your hips. “show me. ride me, baby. let go.”
you find a rhythm. a soft grind, back and forth, your clit brushing his abs, his cock stroking your walls. your moans spill out uncontrolled now, head tossed back, tits bouncing gently with every movement.
“good girl,” he pants. “fuck—you’re so sexy like this. bouncing on my cock, dripping down my balls, riding me like i’m yours.”
you start to lift—up, then drop. his cock drives in deep, and you yelp.
“again,” he commands, eyes dark, hungry.
you obey. a shallow bounce. another. the wet slap of your pussy against his thighs starts to pick up, louder, filthier, and ichigo’s groaning now, head falling back against the wall.
“that’s it, ride me. just like that. you’re so fucking hot—bouncing that tight cunt on me, fuck—”
you’re whimpering, rocking, bouncing harder now, thighs burning, every nerve on fire as his cock pistons into you from below with every drop of your hips.
“you’re doing so good, baby. gonna make yourself cum riding this cock, huh?”
you nod frantically, hips slamming down again and again, and the coil inside you snaps. you scream, body seizing, walls fluttering tight around him.
he grabs your ass, lifts you slightly, then slams you down as he thrusts up into you—once, twice, three brutal times—
hot. deep. flooding you with thick, heavy spurts that make your walls spasm again from the heat alone.
you collapse against him, shivering, twitching, cum dripping down your thighs.
he holds you. kisses your hair.
“i love you,” he whispers, breathless and grinning.