Ichigo's breathing slowed as his hands softened, tracing gentle circles along Yoruichi's bare back. The fierce grip on her neck melted into tender fingertips, fingers threading through the soft strands of her hair. He then laid down next to her. Yoruichi looked at him with a smile. As she sighed moving on top of him and melting into his chest, the rapid pounding of their hearts syncing in the quiet room.
He pressed a warm kiss to her temple, voice low and rough but soft with care.
"That was fun"
Yoruichi smiled, tilting her head back to meet his eyes, a mischievous glint sparkling in the depths of her golden irises.
"You're pretty good at that," she teased, voice husky but playful. "For someone who's supposed to be the tough one."
Ichigo chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated against her skin.
"Takes one to know one, cat."
She laughed softly, the sound a sweet contrast to their earlier intensity. "Guess I'm lucky you came prepared."
He smirked, brushing his nose against hers.
"Prepared to win, or prepared to lose?"
Her lips curled into a sly grin.
"Depends… how many rounds you thinking of?"
Ichigo's eyes darkened with challenge and desire.
"Let's just say I'm not done with you yet."
Yoruichi's fingers tightened playfully on his chest.
"Oh, I was hoping you'd say that."
They shared a quiet laugh, the air between them charged with warmth, desire, and the kind of connection that runs deeper than skin. Wrapped in each other's arms, they simply laid there enjoying the moment.
...
Meanwhile, at the mall, Nel was out shopping with the girls.
They were currently gathered outside the fitting rooms, arms crossed, waiting as Nel tried on the latest outfit. When she finally stepped out, a collective sigh rippled through the group.
The tight clothes clung to her curves a little too snugly, especially around her chest and hips. She looked stunning—too stunning.
"This is the third time we've gotten her size wrong," Tatsuki muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Maybe we shouldn't let Rukia pick her clothes anymore," Orihime added, her voice innocent, but her eyes full of mischief.
Rukia crossed her arms and pouted. "Not my fault she's got those meat canons," she muttered under her breath, cheeks slightly flushed.
Nel tilted her head, looking down at herself. "I don't see a problem," she said innocently, stretching a little, which only made the outfit strain further.
Orihime quickly jumped in and picked something better suited. After a few minutes, Nel emerged again—this time in clothes that fit perfectly and matched her vibe, a mix of soft elegance and wild beauty.
"Much better," Orihime beamed.
"Great," Tatsuki grinned, hands on her hips. "Now let's go get new underwear."
The words made Orihime flush red instantly. "U-underwear?"
"Don't be shy," Tatsuki teased with a wicked smirk, already leading the way.
In the lingerie section, the atmosphere shifted. Rukia and Tatsuki were clearly enjoying themselves, smirking as they ran their hands along lacy fabrics. Orihime trailed behind, blushing like mad as her fingers brushed over a sheer negligee.
'This'll capture his heart even more,' Rukia and Tatsuki both thought, exchanging glances and sly grins.
Nel, meanwhile, was staring curiously at a rack of crotchless underwear. Her fingers ran along the silky material, head tilted in innocent curiosity.
A cheerful store assistant approached with a bright smile. "You're so beautiful. I'm sure your boyfriend would love to see you in this."
Nel blinked. "Boyfriend?" she repeated.
Then she thought of Ichigo. 'Well… I guess he is a boy… and my friend,' she reasoned.
"I'll take two," she said, nodding. "Green and red."
The worker lit up with joy. Finally, a customer! she thought triumphantly.
Not wanting to be outdone, Orihime quietly grabbed a delicate piece with tiny heart patterns. Rukia picked something far bolder—black lace with violet ribbons. Tatsuki? Leopard print. No explanation needed.
One by one, they all bought something.
Each girl with her own little plan…
All with the same boy in mind.
....
Back at home. The room was dim, lit only by the pale flicker of the TV in the background sound low, forgotten.
Ichigo sat at the edge of his bed, shirtless, legs spread, his expression unreadable. His breathing was calm… but his eyes burned.
On her knees before him, Yoruichi looked up with a smirk, lips glistening, black lace clinging to her curves like sin made manifest.
"When will the others return?" Ichigo asked lowly, one hand resting on the back of her head.
Yoruichi chuckled around his cock, a rich, muffled sound.
Glck... slrk... glk.
She pulled back slowly, tongue dragging along the underside of his length with feline finesse. A string of saliva connected them as she exhaled hotly, licking her lips.
"I'm sucking your cock and all you're thinking about is other women. You're a playboy huh?"
Ichigo leaned forward, gripping her chin firmly. "I thought you already knew."
Without warning, he shoved her back down , not rough enough to hurt, but firm enough to make her gasp as his cock filled her throat again.
Glck! Glckk... slrp...
Her eyes rolled slightly, throat flexing to take him deeper. His hand held her in place, controlling the rhythm. Her black lipstick smeared against his base as she bobbed, obedient now, swallowing every inch with lewd, wet gulps.
"Good girl," he muttered, voice thick.
Yoruichi moaned around him, the vibration making his grip tighten. Her nails dug into his thighs, not to stop him, but to ground herself as he fucked her mouth with deliberate thrusts.
Thk—glck—slrk—
The sounds were obscene, echoing in the quiet room. Drool dripped down her chin, soaking her bra, her body shivering from the sheer force of it. And still, she kept her eyes on him — defiant and turned on.
He hissed through his teeth. "You love this shit. You love being used like this."
Her throat flexed again — a muffled mmhmm of approval.
"Look at that," he growled, tugging her hair to make her look up. "On your knees for me. That all it takes to tame the great Yoruichi?"
She tried to speak — schlk! — but his cock silenced her once more.
He held her there for a long second, deep in her throat, feeling the way she squeezed, choked, begged silently through her gurgled moans.
Then he let her up — gasping, drooling, lips puffy and red.
"You gonna behave now?" he asked.
She laughed breathlessly, voice hoarse. "Only if you keep treating me like that…"
His smirk returned. "oh"
He stood up suddenly, grabbing her by the hair and guiding her mouth back to his tip. She opened eagerly, tongue flicking, eyes hazy with lust.
He groaned, shivering slightly. "Don't stop. You wanted to start this — now finish it."
Schlk... slrp... glck...
She obeyed, faster this time, messy and wild. Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn't reach, saliva running in thick strands down her arm. Each gulp made his stomach tense, each moan like fire licking up his spine.
He grunted, hips twitching. "F-fuck… Gonna cum…"
She moaned in response, taking him deeper, throat spasming as he exploded.
Ghhh—!
Hot pulses spilled straight down her throat — she swallowed on instinct, greedy, not wasting a drop. Only when he relaxed, cock twitching against her tongue, did she pull back slowly — licking him clean with deliberate strokes.
Yoruichi sat back on her knees, breath ragged, face a mess of spit, sweat, and satisfaction. "Mmm," she purred. "Tastes even better when you're the one holding my head down."
Ichigo ran a hand through his hair, smirking as he looked down at her ruined state. "You're really wild aren't you?"
" Yeah, I really am" She replied.
TO BE CONTINUED