Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
A/N: Despite having so many fics, YoruSoi is probably one of my least-favorite pairings...
ALSO, I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE 'MAN TITS' IN THIS...D: SHE'S GOING TO RAPE THE POOR GUY, I JUST KNOW IT...
Now I gotta make Choe Neng Poww X Lillinette or something next. :P
When Marechiyo Omaeda awoke that morning, the first thing he saw was a very familiar pair of beautiful charcoal-black eyes staring back at him. She was lying directly on top of him. Their faces were barely inches apart. Omaeda wasn't sure if he should be happy about this or not.
"Uh...g'morning, taichou..." Omaeda winced in pain as he felt Soifon dig her sharp fingernails into his soft flesh of his man tits. Her thin lips twisted into a nasty snarl. For a second, the lieutenant actually considered remarking how such a grim expression greatly marred her natural beauty, but he instantly decided against it. The last thing he really wanted was to make her even angrier.
"You fool," she hissed, drips of saliva splashing against Omaeda's face, "Do you even know what TIME it is...?"
Omaeda's brow furrowed as he tried to imagine what the time currently was. "...No, I have no idea." he replied a moment later.
"IT'S TIME TO GET UP, YOU IDIOT!!!" Soifon screamed back at him.
Omaeda continued to lay there.
"WELL?!!" Soifon snapped.
"I-I apologize, taichou, but," Omaeda paused, and took in a deep breath, "I'll need you to let go of my nipples first..."
Soifon's entire face lit up bright-scarlet when she realized that she was practically GROPING the large man. "Ah...y-yes...that's right...s-sorry..."
Slowly, Soifon lifted herself off of Omaeda, and stood by the side of his bed, her cheeks still flushed. Her eyes remained glued to the floor as Omaeda got dressed. Neither of them said a single word the entire time. Soifon's unintentional fondling had left dark-red markings on the edges of Omaeda's breasts.
'I...I finally got a chance to touch him there...'
When the bulky lieutenant had his back to her, Soifon quickly brought one of her hands up to her mouth and gave it a tiny lick. She did this every time she slapped, punched, or chopped him anywhere on the body. It sent a wave of excitement flowing through her body, most specifically her crotch. She fought hard to keep a low moan from escaping her. Cold beads of sweat trickled past the nape of her neck, making her shiver. A small droplet of blood was beginning to trickle out of her left nostril when Omaeda suddenly looked over his shoulder. Soifon shoved her hands behind her back, and put on her usual angry scowl. Fortunately for her, Omaeda hadn't noticed a thing.
Shrugging his shoulders, Omaeda returned to putting on his sandals. Soifon licked her lips hungrily; her fingers were itching to squeeze every inch of that chunky physique of his.
'I'm gonna have to come up with a suitable punishment for you for waking up late, my dear Omaeda...heh heh heh...' Soifon could feel the blood rushing to her face again.
"Omaeda..."
"Y...Yes, taichou?"
"As punishment for sleeping in, I want you to run five laps around the entirety of Seireitei...in the nude, of course,"
"W-W-WHAT?!! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!! WHAT KIND OF PUNISHMENT IS THAT?!! THERE'S NO WAY I'M DOING THAT!!! I MEAN...I JUST GOT DRESSED, FOR GOODNESS SAKE!!!"
"...Do you want me to kill you, Omaeda?"
"N-No..."
"THEN DO IT."
"But-"
"DO IT."
Pouting, and with no other choice, Omaeda reluctantly tore off his clothes, and ran out the door at a jogging pace. Soifon wasted no time in following after him, a perverted grin spread widely across her face...