Strawberry Shortcake

Byakuya x Yoruichi

Description: Yoruichi goes to visit Byakuya on his special day to bake a cake. He ends up wanting more than just a slice!

Yeaaah I'm so sporadic when it comes to releasing things lol. Anyways, here is another YoruByaku story I hope you enjoy :)

As usual, I don't own Bleach because if I did, this couple would have babies.


Chapter 1: A Special Day

Today was like any other day. The halls were quiet; the air was cool – everybody had their head down. Everybody except for Byakuya Kuchiki, that is. It was his birthday, and he stressed that no one make a big deal out of it. The best present to him was the calm of the manor. Everyone else (including Rukia) took a 'vacation' so he could get some 'R&R'. They would host a celebratory feast tomorrow.

Byakuya narrowed his eyes hearing the tip-toes of the few caretakers still there. Those 10 (along with the guards) were the minimum required to maintain the house that day. His eyes slipped back to the paper. Even on this special day, Byakuya was working. He didn't value the human traditions Shinigami had adopted over the years. Nonetheless, he would rest later. After these reports were complete, he would bathe, read and tuck in early. Byakuya Kuchiki never tucked in early.

He flipped the sheet scrutinising it, making sure his report was immaculate. "The last page," he inwardly sighed of relief. He had re-read all 14 reports 5 times. Irritation sparked inside of him – he sensed a maid. "What is it?" he questioned, before she could even touch the door. He glared at her shadow through the shoji. "Sorry to disturb you, Captain Kuchiki! You have a guest," she informed anxiously. "There are no guests today," Byakuya uttered, getting back to the report. The maid gulped, continuing, "But Captain–" "Must I repeat myself, you–"

"No wonder this place is empty; if you keep talking to the help like that...!" The spark ignited now – Byakuya was furious. He could feel the whiskers tickle his ear from the other side of the door. 'I can't have a single day...' he muttered. The maid had already disappeared. The black cat lightly scratched on the shoji, purring. "Go away," Byakuya said, rubbing his temple. She didn't have to do much to annoy him. "Happy birthday!" The doors slid open and the cat made her way in. He couldn't stand that about her. "What must one do?" he complained, peering over his shoulder. Yoruichi waved her tail in the air. "I should have come sooner. It's so boring here," she said, licking a paw. There was no point now. As long as she was here, his whole day was ruined. He wouldn't bother chasing her out as that would initiate one of her games. Remembering she was in cat form, he sincerely hoped she wouldn't transform. Seeing his expression Yoruichi laughed. "Don't worry, Byakuya. I brought some things with me – the maids have it. I won't be baring all my glory anytime soon. Not yet, anyway. I'm here for the party!" "There is no party," he snapped, turning back to his desk. Suddenly, rose flooded his cheeks realising he was in his blue silk pyjamas. Even his hair was down – the shame. This was supposed to be his 'me' day. "The feast is tomorrow. Please come back then."

"But I want to hang out with you now," she whined. Byakuya's head shot back – the cat had pounced in front of him. He stood up and went over to a cabinet to avoid her. "I just want to be alone," he almost pled. Yoruichi purred again, as if to convince him. "We can make cake..." she lured. "You're favourite – Strawberry Shortcake." Byakuya's eyes popped. His face cooled. He did love Strawberry Shortcake, but didn't want to surrender to gluttonous desires. His mother had always told him off for eating too much of it as a child. It wouldn't even be served at the feast tomorrow. 'It's not as if she's going anywhere,' he told himself. "Fine," he uttered, suppressing his excitement. Yoruichi jumped. "I knew you'd come around. Let me just change–" "No!" Byakuya interjected, holding out a palm. "I'll call the maid to bring your things." "Okay," Yoruichi said.


Byakuya didn't waste his time changing clothes. Yoruichi had already seen him, and he wasn't about to ruin his uniform cooking. He sat there on a bar stool, waiting. Before he could complain about her tardiness, she burst through the kitchen door. "Here!" she yelled. Byakuya held an ear. He turned to see her, holding his blank expression. It always irritated him when she tried to emulate humans by dressing like them, but not this time. Yoruichi sported a pair of low-rise jeans that clung to her hips and thighs flatteringly. Above was another figure-fitting cropped top, showing off her toned stomach and waist. He couldn't even imagine what was on the other side – she looked good. He watched her plum tresses sway left and right as she sauntered over to him. "Are you ready?" she said, rubbing his shoulders. He tensed a little, and then relaxed, nodding. He could feel her chest press up against his back. "Good! Let's get started," she cheered. Ogling at her body, he hadn't even noticed the brown paper bag in her hand. She dropped it on the counter, smiling.

Yoruichi rummaged through its contents, placing some cracked eggs, flour, double cream and sugar on the surface. "Picked these fresh, myself," she said, taking out some dainty strawberries. Byakuya looked at her. "Where's the milk and butter?" he asked. Yoruichi ran a finger along her thick lips. "Oh yeah...damn. I left those at my place. Guess we'll use yours," she concluded. She brushed him, going over to his refrigerator. Byakuya felt that spark flicker again as she shuffled things about in his fridge. However, that disappeared as Yoruichi bent down, shaking her hips; the glorious view of behind. He turned away, covering part of his burning face. It'd been so long since he'd seen her – seen her body. This is exactly why he couldn't stand her at times: she aroused him. The way her coffee skin shone; the arch of her back; the sweet scent of her hair. It all drove him to that forbidden place he felt out of control. The place Kuchiki's weren't supposed to go.

The clatter of bowls and utensils hitting the counter woke him from his thoughts. She was already pouring the milk into the bowl. "What are you doing?" Byakuya interrupted, heading over to her. "You're not even measuring. And the milk doesn't go first." Yoruichi shot him a confused and slightly insulted look. "What? I know what I'm doing," she protested, continuing. Byakuya grabbed her arm, causing the milk to jolt up into the air and splash onto Yoruichi's top. She shrieked.

His stormy eyes were almost out of his head. He could practically see her breasts poking out of her teal bra. Yoruichi frowned at him, pulling off her top. "What the hell was that, Byakuya? This top was from a boutique in the human world!" She shook the piece, milk droplets spitting out of it. Byakuya didn't even apologise, trying not to gawk at the white liquid seeping down her chest. Yoruichi muttered something about her skin being sticky. Distracting himself, Byakuya grabbed the flour and butter, rubbing them into a fine powder. He didn't have to measure anything as he had done this a million times before. "Pre-heat the oven to 180," he instructed, whisking the egg, sugar and milk together in another bowl. He combined the mixtures into a fluffy white paste. Yoruichi stared at him.

"You're really good," she said, passing him the cake tins. He had literally whipped everything up in half the time she'd anticipated it'd take. Yoruichi smirked. "Finally something you beat me in." She rubbed any remaining milk off of her chest, sitting down. Byakuya placed the tins in the oven. He had done everything without getting as much as a stain. 'I could have done this myself,' he thought. He groaned, "You shouldn't just sit and watch." Yoruichi raised a brow. "But you took over everything. It's not my fault." Byakuya walked over to her, taking a bowl from the other end of the kitchen with him. "Make the whipped cream," he commanded. Yoruichi rolled her honey eyes. He poured the double cream into the bowl and passed her a clean whisk. She sighed and stood up. "Fine."

She cautiously placed the whisk into the cream and swung it side to side. The cream jumped from the bowl onto Byakuya's shirt. He sighed. "Like this," he uttered, grabbing her hand gently this time. He slowly rolled a figure-of-eight motion into the cream. His hand tightened around hers as he gradually built speed. He felt her back twitch as they changed direction; her hips move with his. His lips etched towards her ear as they got faster. He could hear her breathing. "It's thick now," she said. Byakuya stopped, letting go of her hand. "It looks so good," Yoruichi squeaked, dipping her hand in the froth. Byakuya tutted. "Oh, come on!" she exclaimed, running her tongue over her finger. She dipped that same digit in the cream again. Byakuya was disgusted. "Here – taste," she insisted. Byakuya wouldn't do it. 'That would be inappropriate,' he thought. Then again, so was everything on his mind since she came. Before he could do anything, Yoruichi rammed her finger in his mouth. He tasted the cream – which was delicious – and let his tongue dance with her finger. Dance with where her lips had been. Yoruichi's eyes widened as he began to suck harder. She pulled away.

Embarrassed, Byakuya took the whipped cream over to another counter and covered it in a cloth. "There should be about 15 minutes remaining," he said, turned away. Yoruichi's finger was throbbing. She thought he had been acting a little weird ever since they started baking, but what was that? The room suddenly fell cold, and she didn't feel comfortable just wearing a bra anymore. "Okay. I'm just gonna get another top to wear. I'm coming back." Yoruichi left the room, avoiding his gaze.


When she came back, she met everything finished up. A few women were cleaning the kitchen and Byakuya sat next to this beautiful, yet simple dessert. He eyed her as she came through the doors, wearing an oversized jumper one of the workers offered her. He almost looked disappointed. "It's incredible," Yoruichi praised. The three layers were perfectly aligned. The cream was firm, yet light and the strawberries were cut and layered throughout. She (definitely) could not have done it better herself. "I never knew you were so good at cooking," Yoruichi smiled. Byakuya looked at her as if it was 'no big deal.' He slid out a knife from under a towel, and carefully cut two slices. He gently placed them in the two ceramic plates besides them, giving her the piece with more strawberries and cream. He handed her a spoon.

Yoruichi tried it. "Amazing..." she muttered with her mouth full. It tasted as good as it looked. Sweet, but not too much so; light, but satisfying; simply delicious. It was everything she had wanted to make him – except she didn't make it. Byakuya was already half way there after Yoruichi's first bite. He looked so graceful, hungrily chomping away at his slice. Usually she was the one people couldn't keep up with. Yoruichi could tell he wanted more. "It's your birthday. Don't be shy," she giggled. Byakuya went on. It was just like when they were kids again, except Yoruichi saw Byakuya in a different light.

He just looked so damned sexy with all that cream around his mouth.