Soul Candy Impostor
Karin x Kon (In Ichigo’s body so would this technically be incest?)
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Kon paused, his gaze lingering on Karin as she stood at the doorway, an exasperated look on her face. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow that highlighted her jet-black hair, cascading down her shoulders in smooth waves. Her eyes, a deep, piercing hue of brown, reflected her annoyance, but Kon couldn't help but notice how they sparkled with an underlying intensity. She was wearing a fitted, short-sleeved top that accentuated her developing curves, her C-cup breasts subtly outlined against the fabric, paired with tight jeans that hugged her hips and long legs.
Karin crossed her arms over her chest, her eyebrows knitting together as she looked at Kon with a mix of frustration and curiosity. "What the hell are you doing, Ichigo? You're acting weird," she said, her tone sharp but with a hint of concern.
Kon smirked, leaning against the doorframe with a casual ease, letting his eyes shamelessly roam over her figure. "What's it to you, Karin? Can't a guy have a little fun in his own room?" he retorted, his voice dripping with a newfound confidence that wasn't characteristic of Ichigo's usual demeanor.
Karin's eyes narrowed, clearly suspicious. "Fun? Since when do you dance around like a lunatic? And what are you staring at?" She uncrossed her arms, putting one hand on her hip in a stance that was both defiant and slightly defensive.
Kon straightened up, realizing he needed to tone it down to avoid blowing his cover. He took a step closer, dropping the smirk but not the intensity in his gaze. "Sorry, Karin. Just blowing off some steam. It's been a rough day," he said, trying to mimic Ichigo's more subdued tone while still savoring the sight of her.
Karin softened slightly, the annoyance in her eyes giving way to a flicker of concern. She stepped back, giving him a bit more space. "Alright, just... keep it down. And stop being so weird, okay?" she muttered before turning to leave.
As Karin turned to leave, Kon's eyes followed the mesmerizing sway of her hips, his gaze lingering on the curve of her ass, perfectly accentuated by her tight jeans. An idea sparked in his mind, a wicked grin curling his lips as he called out to her. "Hey, Karin, wait a second," he said, his tone softer, almost pleading. She paused, looking over her shoulder with a mix of curiosity and wariness.
"What now, Ichigo?" she asked, her voice tinged with irritation, but she stepped back into the room, albeit cautiously.
Kon gestured for her to come closer, his expression shifting to one of feigned vulnerability. "I've had a really rough day. I think you can help me feel better," he said, his eyes never leaving hers, though they occasionally flickered to her chest and hips. Karin noticed the intensity of his gaze and instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, a flicker of confusion and unease crossing her features.
"Help you? How am I supposed to do that?" she asked, her brows furrowing as she tried to understand his sudden change in demeanor.
Kon's grin widened, and before Karin could react, he lunged forward, grabbing her wrists and pulling her into an embrace. Her eyes widened in shock, and she let out a startled gasp, struggling against his hold. "What the hell are you doing, Ichigo?!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the room.
Kon tightened his grip, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "I'm just trying to make myself feel better. Don't you want to help me out, Karin?" His words were laced with a dangerous mix of desperation and desire, his hands roaming down her back.
Karin's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as she tried to process what was happening. This wasn't like Ichigo at all. She pushed against him, her eyes flashing with anger and fear. "Get off me, Ichigo! This isn't funny!" she yelled, her voice trembling slightly.
Kon's grip loosened for a moment, giving Karin the chance to pull away. She backed up, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she glared at him. "What the hell has gotten into you?" she demanded, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and confusion.
Kon took a step back, his eyes dark with frustration. He hadn't anticipated her resistance, and now he had to think fast. "Come on, Karin, don't be like that," he said, his voice dropping to a more soothing tone. "I'm just really stressed out. Can't you see that?"
Karin shook her head, still breathing hard. "This isn't you, Ichigo. What's wrong with you?" she asked, her eyes searching his face for any sign of the brother she knew.
Kon's expression softened into a pleading look, his eyes wide with desperation as he implored Karin to help him. "Please, Karin, just this one thing. I really need you right now," he begged, his voice trembling with faux sincerity. Karin's frustration boiled over, and she threw her hands up in exasperation.
"Fine! Whatever you want, just hurry up and tell me what it is," she snapped, her voice edged with irritation and confusion. Her patience was wearing thin, and she just wanted to get this over with.
Kon's lips curved into a mischievous smile, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Well, ever since you opened my door, I've had this... problem," he said, glancing downward. Karin followed his gaze, her eyes widening in shock as she saw the prominent bulge straining against the fabric of his pants. She gasped, a mix of disbelief and outrage washing over her.
"No way! This is out of the question," she thought to herself, her mind racing. But Kon's persistence wore her down, his insistence that she had made a promise gnawing at her resolve. She couldn't believe she was actually considering this.
Rolling her eyes, she shouted, "Fine! But just a hand job. That's it." Her voice was firm, but the uncertainty in her eyes betrayed her hesitation. She felt her cheeks flush with a mix of anger and embarrassment as she slowly dropped to her knees, feeling the soft carpet under her shins.
Kon's smile widened as he watched her, reveling in the power he felt in this moment. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and patronizing. "Now, go ahead and pull it out yourself."
Karin's hands trembled slightly as she reached for the waistband of his pants, her fingers brushing against the coarse fabric. She hesitated, glancing up at him one last time as if hoping he might change his mind. But Kon's expectant gaze remained fixed on her, leaving her no choice but to comply.
With a resigned sigh, she undid the button and slowly pulled down the zipper, the sound loud in the otherwise silent room. Her fingers slipped inside, feeling the warmth of his skin as she fished out his hardened length. She tried to maintain a stoic expression, but the situation's absurdity made her heart pound in her chest.
Kon let out a satisfied groan as she wrapped her hand around him, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "That's it, Karin. Just like that," he whispered, his voice husky. She glared up at him, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and humiliation, but she continued, moving her hand tentatively along his length.
The room was filled with the soft sounds of their breaths and the rustle of fabric, the tension thick and palpable. Karin's mind raced, her thoughts a chaotic jumble of disbelief and reluctant acceptance. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this, but the promise she had made held her captive, forcing her to fulfill Kon's twisted request.
Kon's head fell back as a wave of pleasure coursed through him, his body tensing at the sensation of Karin's hand stroking his shaft. The rhythmic movement brought back vivid memories of the time he had his way with Orihime, but this time it was Karin kneeling before him. He looked down, watching her with a mixture of dominance and satisfaction. Karin's face was turned away, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, avoiding eye contact as her hand moved hesitantly up and down his length.
"It's pretty big... I didn't think he'd be this big," she thought to herself, her mind grappling with the surreal situation. Her slender fingers wrapped around his girth, her strokes slow and uncertain as she tried to maintain a sense of detachment.
Kon's eyes darkened with lust as he looked down at her, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "It's gonna take a lot more than this to make me finish," he said, his voice low and teasing. "If you use your mouth, this will be over much faster."
Karin rolled her eyes in exasperation, a scowl marring her features. "I can't believe you're such a pervert, Ichigo," she muttered, her tone dripping with disdain. But despite her words, she slowly lowered her head, bringing his co*ck closer to her lips.
Kon's breath hitched as he felt the warm, wet heat of her mouth enveloping the tip of his shaft. A soft moan escaped his lips, his body shivering with anticipation. Karin's lips parted reluctantly, her tongue tentatively flicking against the sensitive skin. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through his entire body.
Karin's eyes were closed, her mind trying to block out the reality of what she was doing. She took him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the head. The salty taste of him filled her senses, making her gag slightly, but she pushed through the discomfort, her pride refusing to let her back out now.
Kon's hands found their way to her head, his fingers tangling in her silky black hair as he guided her movements. "That's it, Karin," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "You're doing so good." The praise felt bitter on her ears, but she continued, her mouth working diligently to bring him to the edge.
The room was filled with the obscene sounds of her sucking, the wet slurping and his breathy moans creating a symphony of lust. Karin's hand continued to stroke the base of his co*ck, her mouth taking in as much as she could manage. Her jaw ached, and her eyes watered, but she persisted, driven by a mix of anger and reluctant duty.
Kon's pleasure was mounting, his hips beginning to thrust gently in time with her movements. He looked down, watching her with a sense of triumph, her defiance crumbling under the weight of his demands. "Just a little more," he panted, his grip tightening in her hair. "You're almost there."
Karin's eyes flickered open, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before she looked away again, the humiliation burning in her cheeks. But she kept going, her mouth and hand working in tandem to bring him to the brink. The taste, the sensation, the sheer act of submission – it all melded into a blur of mechanical motions, each second feeling like an eternity.
Kon's body tensed, a low growl escaping his throat as he felt himself nearing his release. "Karin," he gasped, his voice a strained whisper, "I'm gonna—"
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To be continued!!
Did I end it on a cliffhanger? Who knows what might happen next, maybe a curious Yuzu will wander in! Anyways next part will pry be posted Thursday!
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