Made a story for AO3 but deleted in after a few days. I re-uploaded it with some changes and decided to upload it here too since I find myself using it more.
Kurosaki Rental
Ichigo Kurosaki owns and works at a video rental store. A teen girl named Rukia always comes in and goes to the porn section. While driving her home, the teen and older man have fun. Older Ichigo x Younger Rukia. Smut.
She would come in every few days. In with her boys, rough guys too. Questionable hair, tattooed faces and bodies. They dressed like the Sex Pistols.
Ichigo judged easily. He would get tid bits of their life every time they entered his store. The older man couldn't stand them.
Well, the men anyway. The girl though..
The short one with the small leather jacket, fishnets under a red checkered skirt..
He saw the red head motorcycle driver argue with her outside. Watched as he left her, again. She'd buy time, phone someone and walk around the game aisle for 25 minutes before being picked up by someone in a Mercedes.
He didn't pry, he never pried.
"Kurosaki, check it out." Grimmjow sneered, his employee motioned his head toward a computer screen. The live video revealed her walking into the 'Behind The Red Curtain' area of his store.
Porn.
He avoided her for the longest time, forcing his younger employee to ring her up. He was 32, she was barely 18..It would just feel/be inappropriate to look her in the eyes every time she checked out with a porn dvd. Which was starting to become, the usual.
One day Grimmjow called in sick, Ichigo told him it was fine. The store wasn't busy. Easy. Having less hands was far more easier than he thought.
The door played a chime when Renji forced it open like a hothead, followed by an equally pissed off Shuhei and Rukia. The older just watched. They were all talking, not too overboard but the trio was arguing. From what he picked up, the red head agreed with the 69 guy.
No, Ichigo doesn't pry but his eyes were glued to the steaming young woman. Watched as she argued back with her boyfriend down the aisles, both trying to play it cool. He finally was about to pry — witnessing the tattooed moron raise a hand toward the much smaller girl. But before Ichigo could even get over there, Rukia cussed out her friend, promoting him to yell ugly words at her before he stormed off with the other.
The owner of the rental video was appalled. The young woman was alone again, stranded. It wasn't like the other times where the sun was still warming your skin outside, it was 10:45 PM. Ichigo figured he'd offer her a ride home, or perhaps pay for a uber. They hadn't talked before much but he's seen her more times than his wife and kids this past month.
But the thing is, she's missing again.
Ichigo turns the cam footage on. She's in the porn section.
The older found himself tasting his lips, fascinated by the idea of how horny this young girl always was..and the fact her boyfriend wasn't fixing it.
When she returned he realized why he hated Grimmjow, but he swallowed down any type of awkwardness.
"Yo," He said calmy, grabbing her dvd as soon as she slid it toward him. Her eyes heated his own with their locking gaze and he suddenly felt a little heat at the back of his neck. Ichigo's sight abandoned the teen, grabbing her rental to scan it and ask for the fee.
Edging porn.
It didn't stagger him. He watches it too like everyone else. Not this type of porn but he felt..a little paused we'll say. Hell, Ichigo is the one who stocks the porn room more than the other employees, he sees this type of stuff all the time. But her choice, the way she waited for him to see, sucking on a bunny shaped lollipop as Ichigo played it off..
"4.95. Back uh," The owner's right hand hovered over the top of her rental as he looked over at his computer. " – on the 15th." He confirmed, eyes shooting straight below as her hand sat beneath his, feeling her soft skin as she slid her filthy dvd from beneath him.
"Thank you," But Rukia Kuchiki didn't turn around to walk away. She stood there. Finger tips tracing the sides of her new movie. "You manage this store. Or rather," She corrected. "you own it, correct?"
The computer and it's information suddenly didn't hold Ichigo's attention. "Yea. That's right."
"The signs all over the aisles, Employee's Pick Of The Month - Ive been seeing them all over the drama shelves. I really enjoyed 'All Is True'. Does that involve you or is it that other obnoxious haired man?" She poked.
Ichigo scoff laughed. "Obnoxious? His is dyed. Mine is not, I wouldn't go out of my way to get this co– What the hell does it matter?" He realized. "Yeah, All Is True was my pick. We cycle it out, when it's action month Grimmjow usually picks that out..So you enjoyed it?" Not bad he thinks. He wouldn't of guessed she'd liked it, and by accident he said it outloud.
"And why not?" Her arms crossed. "Because of my clothes? That's awfully judgmental."
He shook his head, "No.." Kind of, he thought. "Not a lot of people are lining up to talk about William Shakesphere. It's cool for a change."
She smiles. It was a good save.
"Do you watch all your movies here?" A innocent question.
A simple nod.
She smiles again at him.
Ichigo smirks back, thinking the encounter is over and ready to go back to business. There's other people in the store he needs to attend to in the back so he hands her a black plastic bag, and leaves the counter.
"Do you watch all of them?" The way her voice drags that word. He wasn't dumb, he knew what she was saying. He stopped in his tracks. Caught off guard by the smaller teen. What does he say? Nothing is the right decision. He's 32. She looks barely 18. He can't talk about movies of people fucking with her, right?
..Right?
He lingers more than a married man should, tempted to answer honestly.
No, but I'll be more than happy to recreate that movie with you.
He follows the path of better judgment. "Hey, is there anything I can help you guys with?" He yells out, jogging toward his other customers. It was almost closing time so the faster everyone was helped, the quicker he'd be home.
Rukia grins. Bites the inside of her lips. She respected him, so she'll leave.
Ichigo turns around carrying the movies the couple picked out over to the front, hearing the chimes of the door closing and watching that tight body girl leave..
...
Then it was 11:10 PM. A empty sky and not a lot of cars on the road. He found himself wondering about the young woman as he used the keys to unlock his family van. I'll see her tomorrow again, probably. Why was he..looking forward to it? The man didn't bother to think. His keys failed to enter the ignition correctly, prompting a curse word. Sure, the day was long but it wasn't that bad. Or, no – Ichigo wasn't pissed about his work hours but rather, impatient.
To get home.
To jerk off.
Kurosaki Rental's owner found himself looking forward to it, the scenary playing out in his head as he pulled out his parking. Taking that young woman by the hair and forcing her head down, keeping her in place behind the red curtain room as he fucked her fat ass connected to such a tiny waist. She'd want more, she would beg for more.
He swallowed hard, it was better to not have such thoughts. He palmed his growing hard on through his pants once or twice, wanting it to go away.
The silver car pulled to the main stop of the lot. He waited as a teen walked past, eyes glued to her phone.
Wait.
It was her. Why was she still hanging around? It was so late. Not even paying attention. Sure, it wasn't a rough area but there was still shady characters you're suppose to be mindful of at night..
Ichigo chewed on the inside of his cheek. He already knew what he was going to do, why even wonder? His protective and over sized heart wouldn't allow him to drive away..
Rukia stood still as she got another wifi bar, hoping it would download Uber a little faster. She was frustrated with that brute Renji. One disagreement and he acts like a petty school girl. Forget him then. Byakuya, her hateful step father won't even pick up the phone. She's stranded. At least until Uber downloads. Which seems impossible at the moment, LTE sucks.
Suddenly the lights of a car approach beside her and the softening sound of an engine coming to a stop. A window rolls down the silver van and she recognizes the driver.
"Do you need a ride home?"
Her mood lifts and her lips curl in such a way. "I would appreciate it."
Ichigo unlocks the doors, applying pressure to his phone so it snaps in place on the mount, he opens the GPS and waits for her.
The drive talk is decent. They learn each other's names. It's a friendly atmosphere. The girl lives 40 minutes away and suddenly Ichigo is wondering why her and her boyfriend drive so out of their way for a corny rental store.
"He hates it," She says, "but when I ask he does it. Then..decides to leave me."
"Well, I'm not taking his side but maybe you shouldn't force some guy to drive half a hour out. Find a place closer. That way you'll be next to your house when he decides to be a piece of trash and ditches you."
She sees his point. "But the rental stores near me aren't as good as yours ~"
He doubts it. "We have everything the next guy carries."
The whole atmosphere changed..within seconds.
"But they don't have this, do they?" She's leaning on her palm, boosted up by her elbow against the middle armrest. Watching him obey traffic laws. He won't look at her. "I haven't found anything close to the porn you carry Mr. Kurosaki. I keep finding myself renting this one."
Ichigo's throat suddenly went dry, he has to swallow nothing just so it relieves the ache somewhat.
"It's just so..fucking hot." The teen continues, making the tension so much thicker. She's sitting normally again, looking at her dvd. He can see her squeeze her thighs together out of his peripheral vision. Something knots deep inside him and gets heated. His hands tighten around the steering wheel but his eyes never abandon the road.
They shouldn't abandon the road..
Her hot gaze is back at him as she starts up again.
"The cover gives it away obviously, but the plot line is not bad. Young girl falls for a older man. Then she can't stop milking him. Tying him up in his own home without his wife's understanding and making him cum all over her. It's such a astounding film."
...
It was 11:52 PM. Ichigo Kurosaki's wife phones him 6 times but the call only falls on deaf ears. His location says the back of a electronic store, over 36 miles away. Confusing. But maybe he was buying her something, a surprise! The thought of it made her so excited.
In the backend parking lot of a plaza, a silver parked van shook to it's sides. On lookers didn't notice unless they cared enough to stay put and watch. But they didn't. There was maybe 5 other cars parked but the silver van was by itself, dead center in the middle.
Sat on the right backseat, a iPhone 11's screen lit up. A silent, vibrating incoming call interrupts no one. The only sounds being heard was filthy skin against skin and seats creaking violently with each thrust. They both sat in the back.
"Fuck – so tight! So fucking tight.."
He wore nothing anymore. She was completely bare but her socks, his strong chest warmed her delicate back. The teen's neck is aching as the older man's arms are hooked under her knees, squishing her thighs against her chest, while he brought his hands, interlocked, up to hold the back of her neck. The tips of her feet push against the roof of the car as he held her tighter against herself. He's holstering the teen up a little, lifting his own hips to force his hard cock deeper into her tight little pussy from behind. He felt as though she was swallowing him, hesitating to let him leave each pump. Half lidded violet eyes roll and cross as dirty, moaning whimpers escape her swollen lips. Her sounds and his grunts fill the family van.
"You like being fucked by older married guys, huh?"
Her tiny body can't handle the assault, but Ichigo keeps her full nelson for a while longer, leaving marks on the nape of her neck with his teeth. She bites her lips, "Mr. Kurosaki.." Desperately she moans. His grip on her neck becomes harder then, making her cry out then again as he violently picked up pace. Her wet juices coated his dick and thighs. It felt so right, so good to be inside her.
"You aren't gonna be dropped off until you cum on my cock. You got that?"
"Yes..! Yes I'll cum on your cock!"
He feels such desire in his chest. His heart pounds, and it feels like there's something hot inside Ichigo's body tightening the more his skin slides up and down in her deliciously tight pussy.
"Your faggot boyfriend doesn't make you feel like this, does he Rukia?"
"..N–no.." She confessed, earning a delighted deeper and harder plunge of the older man's cock. Her head falls back as her vision tries to focus. She's on cloud nine. It feels so fucking good to be made this man's bitch.
Suddenly his eyes catch wind of the vibrating phone again, Orihime calling with her dumb picture popping up. He feels irritated, can't she understand he's fucking a hot teen right now? But suddenly, he gets an idea, slowly letting Rukia's right leg relax over his. He still holds her other but lets go of her neck all together, allowing a sweet kiss between the two. Her free hand holds on to his thigh for the rest of the ride. With one eye opened he grabs his phone, texts 'Something is wrong' and hits send to his wife. Locks it and holds it in his hand. His hips are still moving, just at a easier pace inside the teen, relishing in her sweet sounds and the way she begs for him to not stop. His gaze finds the phone one last time before it rings again. No sounds, just vibrating.
Her pretty face is still turned toward him with her arm around his back now. Ichigo can't stop making love to her while they began to kiss hard, deep and sloppy. Spit connected to their tongues when he pulls away only to go right back and suck on her small pink tongue.
Then, the phone rung again.
And rung,
and rung,
and rung.
His wife was so worried!
Rukia cries out and moves her hips against the sudden vibration her new boyfriend places against her pale pink clit.
He smiles against her kiss, letting her take his tongue to suck as he massages the tip of his phone against her swollen button. The teen can't handle the euphoria her body is being drowned in, pushing her tiny waist up so she can stab herself deeper when he forces her down on him. "Don't stop, please, please Mr. Kurosaki.." She pleas.
The older man's free hand that's still under her knee plays with her small cute breast, rewarding his mouth with her moans as she writhes against him. His cock twitches inside her and his balls tighten, her wet pussy pushes against his hand as it tries to seek more of his wife's vibrating phone call and he has to abandon his post to lick the side of his fist for her taste. It isn't long before he returns, stopping their kiss so he watch her lewd face and then body jerk and spasm as her orgasm built. "Oh, ooh Mr –Kurosaki, I–Ichigo...!" Her eyes force shut and her back arches, Ichigo licks the side of her strawberry flushed face as he can feel something happening in his own body, preparing fluids that he was gonna fill Rukia's belly with. It's a trickle, deep inside his groin. The heat, tension, all of the ache she made inside him, it's accumulating. The way the bitch sounded saying his first name. So disrespectful, so fucking hot.
He says her name over and over again against her ear, licking her skin and driving her nuts. Ichigo suddenly hammers into her the hardest he had done the whole night. Her entire world comes crashing down as heaven unlocks, her hands suddenly grab onto stronger forearms as her back arches even further, earning Ichigo's pants and curses as she rode him, making circles with her hips, the vibration only making her spasm further out of control as she muttered incoherent words mixed with the older man's name. "..Ichigo..!" Her release rocks her entire body, it feels like a million stars burst inside her and her entire universe becomes only Mr. Kurosaki giving her these feelings and sensations.
Suddenly having himself tightened around further, over and over again and feeling her liquids warm his working cock, he hooked both arms beneath her knees again, holding the back of her head as he fucked her full nelson once more, ignoring her cries as he hammered inside her to cum, brutally giving the teen everything he has.
Finally.
"Fuck! Fuck – yes! Take all of it – inside you, you little fucking slut..!" His entire body was on fire, each deep fuck leaked their earlier fluids down her legs and it felt as though each pump, water poured on the ache that his body felt, relieving him. He relished the feeling, holding her tight. They both went out with a bang. The car shook for another minute before he slowed down, burying his face in the nape of her neck, planting kisses. Heavy breaths filled the car as he weakly moved into her again twice or more, letting her legs fall down lazily and holding her waist. He still held one thigh, moving it wider as they both watched as he let himself out of her, a soaked dirty cock bounching down and causing cum to sprinkle the armrest in the front. They watched on as Ichigo's seed slowly sept out of Rukia's womanhood. Ichigo bit down hard when he put a digit covered in his seed inside her mouth to clean and she did.
xxxx
The car was cleaned, the clothes were put back on.
They were kissing as he talked to his wife on the phone.
He finally dropped her off, watching as she stepped out. "Hey, Rukia. Wait. Forgot your movie." Ichigo reminded, holding the bag out the window.
She stopped by her door and turned around.
She waved him off. "You can take it back to the store, Ichigo. We can make our own."
"Good point."
