Author's note: Well readers, this is it. The last planned chapter of this little bundle of smut. For the most part I didn't feel like writing lemons for pairings that either already have a lot of decent lemons, or ones that I just have no ideas for. I considered writing one for Jackie, since nobody ever pairs her up with Ichigo, but I didn't have enough ideas for them to make a full chapter. I wanted each chapter to at least partially explore Ichigo's relationship with whoever he was sexing, instead of just writing basic lemons where you could switch out the characters and not have it make any difference. I could try writing ones about characters I've already covered, but I feel I may just end up repeating my descriptions. I haven't actively read Bleach for a couple of years now, and while I know about most of the new characters, I don't care about them and have no desire to write lemons about them. So for now, this is it. Maybe inspiration will strike me again someday.
Stay gold, true believers. Bang.
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Ichigo and Lisa were engaged in a heavy make out session, getting prepared for a wild night. Lisa had already let her hair down and was stripping herself out of her favored fuku uniform. She prepared to remove her glasses, until Ichigo placed his hand on her wrist.
"Leave them on."
Lisa blinked before giving a slow smile. Who was she to deny him?
Although Lisa always insisted that her interest in sex was natural and perfectly healthy, she wasn't the type to hop into bed with every guy who offered. She did have an appreciation for romance. Still, she had decided that if she ever did find a boyfriend, she wasn't going to wait long to put out. She was going to put out so hard.
She often liked trying new things with Ichigo. While Ichigo usually got nervous about any kinky stuff, they usually ended up having a good time. Lisa realized quickly what Ichigo's limits were, and she wasn't going to make him do anything unless they both enjoyed it.
Now freed of her pesky clothing, Lisa stood up and allowed Ichigo to admire her form. While she wasn't as stupendously busty as some of the women Ichigo knew, she wasn't lacking in any way. Her breasts were of a good size, just enough that Ichigo could fit them perfectly in his hands. Nipples high and pink, butt firm, legs long and toned...
And flexible. Ichigo always appreciated how flexible she was.
Lisa began to give a small belly dance, locking her hands and raising them over her head as she moved back and forth. She ran her hands over her curves, Ichigo's eyes following them as she did. She spun around and wiggled her butt, bending over just enough that Ichigo could see the gleaming lips of her pussy.
She turned around and walked slowly up to Ichigo, continuing to make a show of it. She bent over so that their noses were barely touching. She gazed at him through half-lidded eyes, and smiled sexily. Ready to get on with it, she turned around again and backed her ass into his lap. Ichigo grabbed her waist and inserted himself into her. They moaned at the connection.
Lisa moved up and down, loving the feeling of Ichigo's muscular body holding her. She always worked just as hard as Ichigo when they made love. Ichigo moved his hands up so he could grab her chest. Lisa placed her hands over his so she could assist with his kneading. He rubbed her nipples gently and started to bite and suck at her neck. Lisa reached back to tangle her hand in his hair. She gave an appreciative hum before turning her head so she could kiss him.
Ichigo began to move faster, reaching his limit. Lisa picked up the pace and matched his speed. Eventually Ichigo grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms back. He jumped up, the movement sending Lisa down on her knees. The new position allowed Ichigo to reach as deep inside her as he possibly could.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Loud noises tore from Lisa's throat every time Ichigo rammed her. Lisa was usually fairly passive, so it was incredibly sexy to Ichigo to watch her face screw up in pleasure. She had told Ichigo that she didn't mind if he got a little rough every once in awhile. It took Ichigo some time to get in touch with his primal side, but every now and then he gave in to the urge to dominate her completely.
Lisa screamed one last time, cumming hard while Ichigo's own orgasm flooded her body. When Ichigo let go she removed her glasses, which weren't much use at the moment because of how fogged up they had gotten. After she placed them on the nightstand, Ichigo drew her into a hug which Lisa returned gratefully. In retrospect, Lisa wasn't surprised to find out that Ichigo was a cuddler. Beneath that scowl, he was a big old teddy bear.
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For those of you who watched the TV show "Angel", Ichigo telling Lisa to leave her glasses on is a reference to that. I thought it'd be fun to give Ichigo a kink, and I'm sure Lisa's fans share his sentiment.
Well, I hope I've provided you all with a respite from the barren landscape of hetero Ichigo pairings. For those of you who are genuine fans of any of the pairings in this fic, I hoped I portrayed them in a way you found satisfactory. Thanks for reading.