The sun had long dipped below the horizon by the time Ichigo returned home. His shoulders were relaxed, his mind still replaying the earlier detour with Tatsuki. But any lingering thoughts vanished the moment he reached his room—and found it locked.
"Rukia," he muttered, knocking. "C'mon."
"State your reason," came her voice, muffled but smug.
After several minutes of playful arguing and half-hearted threats, the door finally creaked open. Ichigo stepped in and paused—his hoodie hung loosely over Rukia's small frame, reaching past her thighs. She looked up from where she sat cross-legged on his bed, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips.
"You locked me out just to wear my hoodie?"
"I was cold," she said, deadpan. "And you weren't using it."
Ichigo chuckled, closing the door behind him and locking it. "You know what to do."
Rukia rolled her eyes but raised her hand, forming the protective barrier around the room with practiced ease. The spell shimmered briefly before fading into invisibility.
"Now…" she said, turning to him with a gleam in her eye. "I want to try something."
Ichigo arched an eyebrow, already pulling off his shirt. "Oh? I'm all ears."
Moments later, he was lying back on the bed, fully nude. The air felt charged. Excited. Rukia positioned herself between his legs, kneeling with a calculated grace. Her eyes never left his as she slowly pulled off his hoodie—revealing the soft curves of her body, her bare skin catching the faint moonlight that filtered through the window.
Then, without a word, she extended her legs forward—her delicate feet resting on either side of his already-stiffening shaft.
Ichigo blinked, momentarily stunned. "…Well. That's new."
She smirked. "Complaints?"
"Hell no," he muttered, arms behind his head as he relaxed into the moment. "Guess I get to cross this off the list."
Her feet moved slowly at first—graceful, controlled. Her soles glided along his shaft, her toes curling around the tip every so often, teasing him with a feather-light touch. Rukia watched his reaction closely, amused at how easily his breath began to quicken.
"Not bad for a first try, huh?" she said, her voice soft but cocky.
Ichigo groaned, hips twitching ever so slightly. "You're way too good at this for someone who's 'trying' it."
She didn't answer—just leaned forward slightly, adding more pressure with the balls of her feet, sliding them up and down with a slow rhythm. The friction was smooth, intimate, and maddening. The wet sound of precum mixing with her motion filled the room with soft, slick shh sounds.
Ichigo clenched his jaw.
"Damn, Rukia…"
Her eyes glittered. "You like that?"
"Obviously."
She sped up just a little, her rhythm tightening as her feet worked him from base to tip. Every now and then, she'd drag her toes along his shaft, or gently pinch the head between them just to watch him twitch.
His abs tightened. A vein in his neck throbbed. He was close—and she knew it.
"You gonna finish like this?" she teased.
Ichigo met her gaze, smirking. "Only if you let me."
"Oh, I'll let you," she purred, pressing her feet firmly around him now. "But next time... I'm using my tongue."
That nearly sent him over the edge right there.
"Rukia—"
"Let go," she whispered.
And he did.
His groan was low and guttural, his hips lifting slightly as thick streams of white spilled across her feet. Rukia blinked, watching his release coat her toes and the tops of her soles.
She smirked, leaning back on her hands, her feet still resting against him. "Messy."
Ichigo let out a breathless laugh. "That's on you."
Rukia glanced down at the glistening mess coating her feet, then up at him with a sly twinkle in her eye.
"…Wanna clean it up for me?" she teased.
Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "Don't push it."
Rukia chuckled, sitting up. "Relax. I'm only kidding." Her voice dropped into a sultry tone as she crawled up his body, eyes never leaving his. "Besides… I'm not done yet."
She hovered over him now, straddling his waist, the heat of her bare core brushing just above his length.
"Tonight," she whispered, bending down until her lips grazed his, "I'm riding you like a damn pony."
Ichigo's smirk returned full-force. "Oh really now? I guess we'll see who lasts longer."
She tilted her head, intrigued.
"The loser," he added, sliding his hands up her thighs slowly, "has to do whatever the winner wants."
Rukia's eyes narrowed playfully. "Whatever?"
"Whatever," he echoed.
"Deal."
Her hips rolled once against his, slick warmth teasing along his length. His body twitched beneath her as his hands gripped her hips firmly.
"Then saddle up, cowgirl," he growled, voice low and challenging. "Let's see if you can actually ride."
She leaned in close again, her breath hot against his ear.
"Oh, I can ride," she whispered. "You just better hope you don't fall too deep in love."
TO BE CONTINUED
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