Chapter 138

Tentatively, she reached out, fingers wrapping around the base. He was warm—hot, even. The weight of it surprised her. She gave him a gentle stroke, feeling the veins pulse beneath her palm. Her touch was shy at first, testing, unsure—but her eyes never left his face, watching the way his jaw tightened, how his breath hitched.

That reaction gave her confidence.

She leaned in, lips parted, and flicked her tongue across the leaking tip.

*slish*

Ichigo let out a soft groan, low and guttural.

The taste was slightly salty, musky, raw—but not unpleasant. Orihime’s cheeks flushed, but she licked him again, slower this time, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft, from the base all the way to the tip.

*slrp… slrp… glk…*

“Shit… Orihime…” Ichigo muttered, hand finding her hair, fingers weaving gently into her locks—not pushing, not forcing—just holding.

Encouraged, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head.

Her tongue swirled slowly as she took him in, inch by inch. The stretch of her lips made her eyes flutter, and she gagged just slightly as the tip hit the back of her throat. But she didn’t stop.

*Gawk*

She pulled back, saliva clinging to his shaft, and then went back down again, taking more this time.

*sls...slp...slop*

Her pace built, slow but steady—sucking, licking, stroking the base with her hand while her mouth worked the rest. Wet sounds filled the room—soft slurps, gasps, her quiet hums vibrating around him.

Ichigo hissed through clenched teeth, trying to stay still, but his hips rolled forward slightly on instinct.

Orihime moaned softly around him in response, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, saliva dripping down her chin.

Her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, twisting slightly with every bob. She looked up at him again—that look, with those big eyes wet and shining, mouth stuffed full of cock, lips stretched around him—made Ichigo nearly lose it.

“You keep doing that,” he groaned, “and I’m gonna finish before I even get inside you.”

Orihime pulled off him with a soft pop, her lips red and swollen, chin glistening. She smiled shyly, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock. “That wouldn’t be so bad… would it?”

Ichigo narrowed his eyes, smirking. “lay back, Inoue.”

She shivered at the way he said her name—low, commanding, hungry.

Obediently, she turned and laid back on the bed, legs parting instinctively, her pussy still soaked and aching. Her inner thighs glistened with arousal, and her chest rose and fell rapidly as he stepped forward again, lining himself up once more.

This time—he wasn’t holding back.


He climbed over her, his body hot against hers as he lined himself up again. She spread her legs instinctively, her core glistening and aching for him.

He rubbed his tip along her entrance, teasing her just enough to earn a needy whimper.

“P-Please… Ichigo…”

With one slow push, he entered her.

“A-Ahhhnn~!” she cried out, head tilting back against the pillows. The wet stretch filled the room with thick, slippery sounds as he buried himself inch by inch. Schlk… schlk…

“You’re so tight…” he groaned, jaw clenched. He leaned over her, capturing her lips as he began to move — slow thrusts at first, each one deliberate and deep.

Their bodies slapped together softly at first — clap… clap… — gradually picking up as she adjusted to his size. Orihime clung to him, moaning sweetly with each thrust.

“Mnnn~! I-Ichigo… faster…”

He obliged. The rhythm intensified, his hips snapping against her as the bed creaked under their weight. Her moans were no longer soft — they filled the room, high and breathy.

“Ahh—yes! Right there~! Don’t stop!”

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed louder now — clapclapclap — punctuated by his low grunts and her messy gasps. Her nails scratched down his back as he pounded into her.

“F-Fuck… you feel so good,” he growled into her neck.

She whimpered, legs wrapping tighter around him. “I-I’m close—!”

Ichigo pulled back slightly, just enough to look down and watch himself disappear into her again and again. “Then cum for me…”

She arched under him, voice breaking as pleasure overtook her.

“Aaahhh~! I-Ichigooo!!”

Her walls clenched tight around him, and the sudden squeeze pushed him to his edge. With a rough thrust, he pulled out quickly, stroking himself with a few fast jerks.

“Fuck—!”

Hot spurts landed on her belly and breasts, some dripping down toward her thighs as she panted beneath him, still trembling from her orgasm.

Ichigo let out a shaky breath, looking down at her with a mix of awe and heat. “We’re not done,” he murmured, eyes dark with hunger.

She smiled, cheeks pink, chest heaving. “I know…”

Orihime lay there, chest rising and falling, her body still trembling from the first round. Sweat clung to her skin, her hair messy against the pillow, and her legs parted just slightly — still twitching from the last wave he’d pulled out of her.

Ichigo hovered over her, watching every inch of her with those darkened, burning eyes. The way her back arched when she breathed… the curve of her ass, still glistening under the faint city light seeping through the curtain edges.

He leaned down, kissing along her spine, slow at first… then biting gently at her shoulder as he growled into her ear.

“Turn over.”

She obeyed, heart thudding, rolling onto her stomach, her body humming in anticipation.

Ichigo grabbed her waist and pulled her up to her knees, her elbows still resting on the bed, ass in the air and ready for him. He took a moment to admire the view — her folds already dripping again, thighs slick and trembling, begging for him.

He guided himself back to her entrance, the tip brushing against her soaked lips, teasing her.

Then he slammed in.

*Pa*

Orihime gasped, a choked moan ripping from her throat as her head snapped forward. The sudden stretch, the fullness — it was too much and yet not enough.

*Pa! Pa! Pa*

His hips collided with her ass over and over, the slaps echoing in the room like thunder. His grip tightened on her hips as he drove into her with deep, hungry thrusts, each one rougher than the last, fueled by the primal need coiled between them.

She couldn’t hold back the cries that spilled from her lips — breathless, broken, desperate.

“Nngh— Ichi… Ichigo…!”

*Pa*

“You like this, huh?” he growled, leaning forward, pressing his chest to her back for a moment, grinding into her deeper. “You love being fucked like this.”

Orihime could barely speak — she just nodded frantically, her hands clawing at the sheets as her body rocked forward with every hard slam.

*Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa*

The rhythm got faster — harder. Skin on skin, the wet slap of her soaked pussy sucking him in again and again. Her moans became higher, breath catching in her throat as her legs started to shake.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back so she arched even more, the new angle hitting her deeper, harder.

“Ahhh—!! Oh god— I’m… I’m gonna—!”

“Cum for me,” Ichigo snarled, voice ragged, hips never stopping. “Let them hear how good I fuck you.”

*PA*

She shattered.

Orihime screamed his name, body convulsing beneath him as the orgasm ripped through her, a wave of heat and pleasure leaving her drenched and gasping.

Ichigo wasn’t done.

He kept pounding into her, chasing his own release now, both hands gripping her ass, slamming into her soaked, spasming walls with ruthless rhythm.

*Pa! Pa! Pa*

And then — with a guttural growl — he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, holding her in place as his release pulsed deep inside her.

For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing… and the faint drip of sweat and slickness against the sheets.

He collapsed beside her, arm pulling her close, still panting, heart hammering against hers.

' Yeah that was peak' he thought.

TO BE CONTINUED