SYD Challenge [18+]

[A/N: UP THE CHELS💙💙💙]

The Next Morning…

Ichigo woke with a sharp inhale, the feeling of wet, practiced suction pulling him from his sleep. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face.

So she was really doing it.

The warmth around his length pulsed, her tongue swirling around the tip as her hand stroked the base in a rhythm that was far too skilled for someone "inexperienced." The sheets slipped off his lower half, and there she was—Rukia—kneeling between his legs, hair tousled from sleep, cheeks flushed, lips wrapped around him like he was her favorite candy.

She glanced up with those dark, teasing eyes, and the sight alone made his stomach clench.

"You're really going through with the bet, huh?" he murmured, voice thick with sleep and heat.

Rukia pulled back with a wet pop, her hand still lazily stroking him as she nodded toward his desk. "Your search history's very… informative," she said with a smug little smirk.

Ichigo snorted. "Remind me to clear that next time."

He leaned back against the wall, dragging a hand through his messy hair as he reached over and cracked open the window. Cool morning air drifted in, brushing over his bare skin. Down on the street, people walked past like it was any other normal day.

If only they knew.

He glanced down again—Rukia's mouth was already back on him, slower now, deliberate. Her tongue licked along the underside with maddening precision, her hand keeping a steady rhythm.

"God… you're gonna kill me," he groaned, biting back a moan.

She pulled back again, breath warm against his length. "Mmm… was this what you imagined when you told me I'd lose the bet?"

He chuckled low in his throat. "Not exactly… but I'm not complaining."

She smirked and pressed a kiss to the tip. "Good. Because I'm not stopping until you beg."

His eyes darkened. "You wanna play it like that?" He reached down, brushing her cheek with his thumb. "Then you better not tap out, Rukia. This bet's only just getting started."

Morning — 8:47 AM

Ichigo leaned back against the headboard, the morning breeze drifting through the open window. Karakura stirred lazily outside, but inside the room, time had slowed to the wet, rhythmic sounds of Rukia's mouth wrapped around his cock.

She knelt between his legs, her back arched, hair spilling down her shoulders as her head bobbed steadily. Her lips were slick and glistening, her cheeks flushed with heat, and each time she slid down, her tongue curled masterfully along the underside of his shaft. Her hand pumped the base, twisting just right, coaxing out soft groans from deep in Ichigo's throat.

"Where'd you learn to move your tongue like that?" he asked, his voice gravelly with morning haze and arousal.

Rukia paused just enough to speak, breathless. "You said I had to suck you all day. I came prepared."

She gave a slow, deliberately messy lick from base to tip, letting a string of saliva hang from her tongue. "Didn't wanna disappoint."

Ichigo let out a low, dark chuckle. "You're doing a lot more than that."

Without a warning, she swallowed him deeper, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat—and still didn't stop. His hand instinctively gripped her hair, not guiding, just anchoring, grounding himself in the moment.

Outside, birds chirped. Somewhere down the street, a kid yelled, and a car rolled past.

Inside, the woman he loved was on her knees, lips stretched wide, eyes locked on him with hunger and pride, fulfilling a bet she clearly had no intention of losing.

He groaned and gently tugged her up by the hair. "You're getting way too good at this."

Rukia wiped her chin with the back of her hand and smirked up at him, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. "Then get used to it. We've still got hours to go."

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Late Morning — 10:23 AM | Karakura Shopping District

They walked side by side through the bustling district, sun blazing overhead, the hum of city life buzzing all around them. To everyone else, they looked like a normal couple—Ichigo cool and casual with his hands tucked in his pockets, Rukia composed and unbothered in her skirt and loose blouse.

But only he knew the truth.

She wasn't wearing any panties.

And every now and then—when the crowds thinned or their footsteps dipped behind a busier stall—she'd brush against him, lean close, and whisper:

"Wanna find a quiet alley?"

Ichigo suppressed a grin, his voice low. "You offering? Thought this was supposed to be your punishment."

She smirked and kissed the corner of his jaw. "You said head all day, not where."

It didn't take long for them to slip away—past a narrow stairwell, around the side of a quiet bookstore, and into a shaded alley that smelled faintly of paper and old oil. Rukia didn't wait. Gravel bit into her knees as she dropped down in one fluid motion, hands already unbuckling his belt with practiced ease.

Ichigo leaned back against the brick wall, biting down a groan the moment her mouth wrapped around him again.

Slrrrp… gawk… slup.

Her tongue twirled around the head in slow, deliberate swirls before tracing down the underside. She sucked hard, then eased off, using her hand to stroke his length while her lips and tongue played together in wet, sinful unison.

"Damn it, Rukia…" he hissed, threading his fingers through her hair. "You're gonna get us caught."

She looked up at him, eyes glazed with lust, and moaned around his shaft like the idea turned her on even more. Then she dove down—deeper, wetter, more desperate.

Gawk—slrp—slurp.

She gagged softly but didn't stop. She took him again, deeper this time, her throat tightening around him while her tongue pressed and flattened beneath his cock. Spit slicked everything—his shaft, her chin, her lips. She was drenched in it, and loving every second.

Ichigo's breath caught in his throat.

'Damn… she's a pro now.'

Rukia began to move with wild rhythm, head shaking slightly as she bobbed, her grip tight at the base to match every motion. The sound of it—wet and raw—echoed in the quiet space.

Squelch… slurp… splat.

She pulled back only to let him slap against her flushed cheek, before devouring him again with a shuddering moan.

Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut, jaw clenched, trying not to lose it then and there.

The alley wasn't silent anymore.

It was filled with the sounds of messy devotion—and Ichigo realized he didn't give a damn who heard.

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Afternoon – 1:42 PM – Ichigo's Room.

They barely made it through the door before Ichigo spun and pinned Rukia against the wall, sealing the room with a silent Kido barrier.

"You've been teasing me all day," he growled, his voice low, his breath hot against her cheek. "Think I didn't notice?"

Her breath was shaky, pupils dilated, thighs already pressed together. "S-Shut up… maybe a little."

He crushed her lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth, before pulling back and sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread.

"Then kneel."

She dropped without hesitation.

Rukia didn't waste time. She stuck her tongue out and gave the tip of his cock a slow, flickering lick, circling it like a predator savoring her prey. Her lips parted slightly as she moved lower, licking along the underside with slow, deliberate strokes, her breath warm and teasing.

Schlup… schhhlick…

When she reached the base, she dragged her tongue all the way up again, coating him in saliva. Then, without warning, she spread her lips wide and took the entire head into her mouth with practiced ease.

Ichigo's breath hitched. "F-Fuck…"

Her tongue swirled around the tip like she was trying to taste every inch of him. Slowly, she brought one hand up to cup his balls, massaging them gently while her mouth slathered his cock in spit.

Ichigo leaned his head back, hands bracing behind him as he watched her work. Her mouth was getting wetter, her lips stretched wide as she drooled all over him, letting saliva drip down his shaft. She used the slick mess to stroke him with her hands—smooth, fluid, hungry motions.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire. She wanted this. Needed it.

Then she pushed deeper.

Her head slid down slowly—inch by inch—until she felt his cock pressing against the back of her throat. She didn't gag. Not even once. Instead, she moaned softly around him, her throat tightening like velvet as she swallowed.

Gawk

Sllrrrp

Glk-glk-glk

She started to move, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm, her hands syncing with the motions, stroking and sucking in harmony. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room like music made just for him.

Ichigo glanced down and nearly lost it.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy and teary from the depth she was taking him, yet she looked peaceful—like she was exactly where she wanted to be. Her spit dripped off her chin, falling in sticky strings onto the floor, and her hands pumped the slickened base of his cock with speed and grace.

Schllk—schlk—squelch—

"Damn, Rukia…" he groaned, his hands sliding into her hair. "You're sucking me like it's your favorite meal."

She popped him out of her mouth with a lewd pop and panted softly, licking her lips. "Maybe it is."

Then she dove back down, this time faster, more reckless, her head moving in a swaying rhythm—side to side, up and down—making sure no part of him went unloved.

His cock twitched in her mouth.

His grip tightened in her hair.

"Shit—Rukia—I'm close…"

But she didn't slow. If anything, she got more intense. Her tongue pressed under his shaft, mouth squeezing around him as she slurped harder.

Glk-glk-glk—sluuuurp—squelch—

Ichigo's legs tensed as the orgasm ripped through him. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed forward—shoving his cock down her throat as he came, hard.

"F-fuck—Rukia!"

Glug

Glug

Mmmff—glk!

She swallowed every drop. Thick, heavy spurts of his cum filled her throat and she drank it all, eyes fluttering closed as tears welled up from the sheer pressure.

When he finally released her, she pulled back, coughing lightly, gasping for air.

Haaaah… bwahhhh—

"Damn," she panted, licking the corner of her mouth with a grin. "You were backed up."

He chuckled breathlessly, wiping sweat from his forehead. "You're insane…"

Rukia giggled, still stroking him lazily as more of his cum oozed out. "Mmm… you taste good, Ichigo. Lemme clean you up…"

She bent down again and licked slowly along his cock, savoring every drop.

Ichigo leaned back, watching with a wild grin as she gave him the final, sensual treatment. "Rukia… you might actually kill me before sunset."

She looked up, her lips shiny, her voice sweet and filthy.

"Then die happy."

TO BE CONTINUED