A.N.: This is a request by TheBlackSeaReaper. This involves two separate one-shots.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: One-Shot! FemIchigo! Lemon!
Flowers and Tea
Part One: A Day with Ukitake
After the Fullbringer Arc….
Squad Thirteen
The sun rose on the horizon, marking the beginning of another day. As sunlight filtered through the dark room, the lone occupant in the bed woke up. A head of long, orange hair sat up and the girl yawned as she shook off sleep. Getting out of bed, the sleepy girl shuffled to the small desk and mirror and began to brush her hair.
The door opened behind the girl and Rukia Kuchiki, now lieutenant of Squad Thirteen, entered the room. "Wow…I'd almost forgotten how bad your bedhead got, Ichigo."
Scowling, Ichigo Kurosaki huffed as she brushed her hair. "Well I don't really like having short hair so it's my cross to bear," she countered.
After having her powers returned to her, Ichigo had decided to stay a while in the Soul Society, partly to train in order to get back into fighting form and partly to catch up with all her friends that she'd missed so much since she'd lost her powers fighting Aizen. Rukia had offered to train with Ichigo, giving her a room at her squad with her captain's blessing. On the first night, many of her Soul Reaper friends had thrown her a welcome back party, although things had turned a bit violent when Kenpachi, Renji and Kyoraku got drunk and tried to cop a feel of her, leading to her giving all three a hard punch.
Putting down the brush, Ichigo slid on her Shihakusho and grabbed Zangetsu. "You ready to train?"
"About that…."
Ichigo rolled her eyes. "Again? You have another assignment, Rukia?"
Rukia merely shrugged. "I'm a lieutenant now, Ichigo. With rank comes responsibility. I'd love to train with you today but I have to go out with Renji and Rangiku to destroy Hollows."
"Fine, then I'll come with you and-"
"Can't. My brother told me to tell you to stay here today instead of running off like you always do."
Ichigo merely huffed and sat back down. "Your brother can bite me!" the young woman said indignantly.
Rukia couldn't help but grin. "I wouldn't say that out loud. He might just do it."
"WHAT?!"
"Kidding!" Rukia said quickly after seeing the angry look in Ichigo's eye. "Anyway, I asked Captain Ukitake and he's opened the training grounds for you today. He might drop by to say hello. Who knows, you might have some fun."
Sighing, Ichigo got back up. "Okay. I guess I'll see you when you get back." Putting Zangetsu on her back, Ichigo headed for the training grounds.
Later that day….
Squad Thirteen Training Grounds
Sweat dripped down the side of Ichigo's face as she trained, practicing a sword form that Komamura showed her. She wished she had somebody to spar with; training alone wasn't that fun.
Stabbing Zangetsu into the ground, Ichigo sat down and wiped the sweat from her brow. She'd been out here for hours and yet she'd seen no signs of anyone. Looking around to make sure nobody was there to spy on her, she quickly opened the front to her outfit, letting the cool air touch her bare breasts and help cool her down. "Ahhh…" she sighed. She'd forgotten how hot and stuffy a Shihakusho was.
"Oh hello, Ichigo!" went a merry voice from the distance, making Ichigo almost jump out of her skin.
"Oh crap!" Ichigo cursed as she scrambled to straighten her top and cover up her breasts as footsteps neared her. She managed to get her sash tied just as the footsteps stopped directly behind her. Turning around, she put on a quick smile to the captian who'd joined her in the training grounds. "Hello, Captain Ukitake!" she greeted, hoping that the kind captain hadn't noticed her wardrobe malfunction.
If the white-haired captain noticed her airing out her melons he didn't show it. "Good afternoon, Ichigo. I came to see how you were doing since you might be getting lonely."
"Thank you, Captain." Ichigo was starting to get a little bored out here by herself and wanted to use the company. "Um…would you like to spar with me?" she offered.
Ichigo was genuinely surprised when the man nodded. "I'd love to. Captain Unohana told me that I needed some exercise and this would be the work-out I need." He walked ten feet away from Ichigo and turned, drawing his zanpakuto. He gave her a sweet smile, making the girl instinctively blush. "I hope you go easy on me."
"I give no promsies," Ichigo teased. Gripping her sword, she charged at the captain….
Later….
"Go easy on you, you said," Ichigo groaned, her body feeling like it was made of straw. Evidently the captain was far more capable than Ichigo gave her credit for. His Sogyo no Kotowari easily dealt with Ichigo's Getsuga Tensho, making her go flying when he redirected it back at Ichigo after a grueling duel of swordplay. Tired and exhausted, Ichigo followed the captain back to the barracks.
Ukitake gave an embarrassed chuckle. "My apologies, Ichigo. Sometimes I forget my own strength. Here," he opened the door to his chambers and beckoned her inside. "Some tea should help ease those sore muscles."
Feeling quite thirsty, Ichigo entered the room and sat down on the cushions, fanning her sweaty face. She watched as Ukitake boiled a tea kettle before pouring some tea. Ichigo drank her cup quickly, finding it to be delicious. "Wow! This is really good!" she praised.
"I learned a thing or two from Shunsui," Ukitake said. He noted how Ichigo rubbed her sore shoulders. "Are you okay?" he asked awkwardly. "I hope I didn't hurt you too bad."
"I'm fine," Ichigo said, "Just sore."
Looking at the girl, Ukitake felt a little ashamed for not holding back in what was supposed to be just a light spar. "Why don't you lie down, Ichigo?" he offered, gesturing to the futon on the floor. "I could help ease those sore muscles with a nice massage."
The thought of relieving some of the tension in her aching body was too good for Ichigo to pass up. "Sure." She got up to go lie down on the futon. Ukitake set down his tea cup and followed her to the futon. They both sat down on it and Ichigo moved to lie down on her belly but was stopped when she felt Ukitake's hands go to her shoulders. "Um…what are you doing?"
Realizing how this looked, Ukitake threw his hands up. "Forgive me, but it would be better to do it without clothes." He gave her a reassuring smile. "I promise I'll be respectful."
Ichigo realized that the man meant her no ill will and smiled. She knew that Ukitake was no pervert like Kyoraku or Kenpachi. Loosening her sash, she let her top slide past her shoulders, exposing her naked back to the man. Ukitake handed her a pillow to lay her head on and she laid down to let the man go to work.
Ukitake's hands were as softer than Ichigo ever imagined. She sighed as Ukitake's hands worked the stress out of her shoulders.
"Goodness, Ichigo! You're so tense!" Ukitake noted as he felt multiple knots in her shoulders. "No wonder you're so uncomfortable." To help add in his endeavor he grabbed a small pot of oil and poured a small amount onto her back, smearing it into her skin. Ichigo felt her back heat up from the oil but it felt pleasant and didn't object.
The orangette lay on the futon while the captain gently massaged her. She felt herself becoming more and more relaxed as the man's hands worked wonders. Small sighs left her lips from the heavenly massage. "Mmmmhhh…"
Ukitake chuckled at Ichigo's reactions. He was glad that he hadn't lost his touch. "Glad to hear you feeling better." He turned his attention to Ichigo's back, his fingers gently pressing down on her soft skin.
Ichigo moaned from Ukitake's tender touch. He was good. Perhaps…too good. "Ohhhh…" she moaned as he massaged her sides, his hands just grazing her breasts. 'This feels sooooo good. Mmmmhhh…' Her legs rubbed together as the man continued to work her back.
Ukitake continued to massage Ichigo's back, enjoying the melody of her moans and sighs. When he asked if she wanted him to do the same to her legs, Ichigo said yes without pause, lifting her hips up so that Ukitake could remove her Hakama and then pulled the top that had pooled around her waist away, leaving her in only her underwear. Ukitake applied the oil to her legs, gently massaging his way up.
The man's gentle touch was starting to get to Ichigo. She fought the urge to rub her legs together again and kept herself still. The gentle heat of the oil on her skin plus the gentleness of her hands started to make Ichigo's mind wander in places. 'Mmmhhh…please go higher…' she secretly wished, her hands gripping the pillow.
As Ukitake worked her other leg, her moans started to get more seductive in tone, catching the notice of the captain. He realized that his massage had worked too well and that Ichigo was becoming aroused, judging from the dark spot in her white panties. He remembered his lies and deception regarding the combat pass he gave her and decided that this would be a good start to repay Ichigo for trusting him like she did even after the truth came to light. He grabbed a small towel and scooted closer to Ichigo's head. "Ichigo, would you like me to massage your front?" he asked in an innocent tone. When he saw the girl turn her head, he noticed the blush on her cheeks. "Don't worry," he said while holding the towel. "I've got this to make sure you're not too exposed."
"Okay," Ichigo said in a low voice, her heart racing faster. She took the towel from him and folded it up, laying down on her front and covering her breasts with it. She closed her eyes and nodded for Ukitake to continue. A small gasp left her when Ukitake poured oil onto her stomach, his oily fingers soothingly massaging her belly. She struggled to maintain a straight face as once again his hands skirted her private areas, always going just close enough to make her heart race.
"You look lovely," Ukitake said softly while looking over Ichigo's fit body. "I can see that all that training has paid off."
"Thanks," Ichigo said, trying her hardest to control her breathing.
Ukitake saw that the more he massaged the girl, the more aroused she got. He was no prophet but he had a good idea where this was going if it continued. But if it did, he'd need Ichigo's consent before going further. Leaning forward, Ukitake gave Ichigo a knowing smile while putting his hands on the small towel covering her breasts. "Ichigo," he said in a low voice, "would you like me to massage you here?"
The look in Ukitake's eyes told Ichigo that she'd been found out. Giving an awkward smile, Ichigo nodded. This felt so good now, she didn't want it to stop, wherever it lead. "Yes…" she said in a sultry voice, not denying what she wanted. Ukitake pulled away her towel and set it to the side before his oily hands cupped her soft breasts. Ukitake had to admit, he could see why Rukia was often jealous of her friend. Ichigo was as big as her friend Orihime, her mounds capped by small, pink nipples. "Mmmmh, that's nice…" Ichigo moaned as her friend massaged her breasts, her eyes closing as he teased her sensitive nipples with his oily hands. Her breathing became more ragged as he squeezed her tits, rubbing her legs together.
Now, Ukitake was a good man but even he had limits. The sight of the beautiful orangette covered in oil while moaning as he massaged her bosom was something that made a fire build inside him. Inside his pants he felt his manhood start to rise, forming an uncomfortable tent. He could feel his heart pounding inside his chest. When Ichigo opened her eyes and looked up at him she could see the growing lust in his dark brown depths. She reached up and touched his cheek, smiling warmly at the kind man. "Ukitake…."
The look in her eyes spurring him on, Ukitake let go of Ichigo's breasts and cupped her face with his oily hands. He leaned down over her, curtaining her head with his white hair. His thumb traced her lips as he loomed over her. "Ichigo," he said in a soft, tender voice. He felt like his lust was about to explode within him but he wasn't going to ravage her like some animal in heat. "Do you want this?" he asked, laying the choice before Ichigo one final time.
Ichigo was touched by Ukitake's consideration and could see that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. The fire building in her loins pushed out all reason and she smiled lovingly at the man. "Yes…" she whispered. Ukitake rewarded her with another kiss, this time much deeper. Ichigo wrapped her arms around his shoulder and returned the kiss with one of her own. She felt Ukitake's tongue graze her soft lips, asking permission to enter which she gladly gave. "Mmmmhhh…" she moaned into his lips, melting into the kiss.
After sharing several lovely minutes of kissing with Ichigo, Ukitake sat up and let his Haori fall past his shoulders. Ichigo bit down on her lip in anticipation as she watched the man disrobe, revealing his thin body to her. Clad in only his pants, Ukitake returned to massaging Ichigo's breasts, leaning down to pleasure her with his mouth all the while. Ichigo's hands clutched at the futon beneath her when Ukitake's tongue licked her sensitive nipples. Her legs rubbed together with more fervor and she didn't fight the moans that left her lips this time.
"So soft…" Ukitake cooed before wrapping his lips around her tender areola. He gently sucked on the sensitive nipple, listening to the soft moans Ichigo made while his other hand trailed downward to her white panties.
When Ukitake's fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her underwear Ichigo gave a sharp gasp as the slender digits touched her womanhood. "Ohhhh…" she moaned as he rubbed her wet entrance, already soaking wet from her arousing massage. Her hands reached for the man's shoulders, gripping them tightly as the man continued to suck on her breast. Her legs started to spread as the man's finger gently pushed into her honeypot, slowly working its way into her. 'This feels so good…I feel like I'm in heaven.'
As a normal teenager, Ichigo had masturbated before and even had a short fling with Chad while she was powerless but this was so much more than anything she'd felt. Ukitake's ministrations were slow to the point where it was almost agonizing. He switched to her other breast and started to apply his teeth to it, gently nibbling on it and making Ichigo start to pant, her eyes going down to the large tent in his pants.
The white-haired man took his mouth off of Ichigo's breast when he felt a hand touch his crotch. He looked up at Ichigo and saw her smiling seductively at him. "Can I?" she asked as she palmed his erection. Ukitake smiled and nodded, allowing Ichigo to reach up and remove his sash. Standing up, Ukitake let his Hakama fall to the floor and pull down his underwear, exposing his lower half to the aroused Ichigo. The girl's eyes remained fix to the man's cock, which was longer than she imagined.
Tossing his clothes to the side, the nude Ukitake knelt down to return to Ichigo's side. The oily girl pulled him into another deep kiss, moaning lewdly as his erection rubbed against her side. Sitting back up, Ukitake reached for Ichigo's panties and slowly peeled them away from her, sliding them up her long, slender legs and then tossing them onto the pile of Ichigo's clothes.
Naked as the day she was born, Ichigo pulled Ukitake on top of her, kissing him passionately as her oily body rubbed into his. Ukitake's tongue explored Ichigo's mouth while his fingers returned to her pussy, this time sliding two fingers into her while Ichigo sucked on his tongue. The man shifted his position and lay down next to her, letting her reach down and stroke his long cock while he fingered her.
Her lips wrapped around Ukitake's tongue, Ichigo was in absolute bliss. She let go of Ukitake's pink organ and turned her head when he slid one more finger into her womanhood, panting like a bitch in heat. "Oh! Ukitake!" she moaned, her hand continuing to pleasure the man.
Smiling, Ukitake whispered into Ichigo's ear, "Call me Jushiro,"
"Jushiro…" Ichigo repeated, the name sounded so dirty coming from Ichigo's luscious lips. The man turned her head and captured her mouth with another deep kiss as his hand quickened its pace. Ichigo broke away again and threw her head back as the pressure inside her was too much bear. She felt a growing sensation spread out from her pussy until it was filling up her entire body. She let go to Ukitake's cock to clutch the sheets when she felt like she was going to explode. "Don't stop, Jushiro! Please don't stop!" she pleaded, the man kissing and licking her neck all the while.
"Go ahead, Ichigo," Ukitake whispered sensually into her ear, commanding her body as if it already belonged to him. "Let it all out…"
Ichigo saw stars when Ukitake's thumb touched her clit, sending her over the edge. "Ohhhhh! Jushirooooo!" she cried out as her face twisted with ecstasy. Her womanhood tightened around Ukitake's invading digits and she squirted her silvery love juices all over his hand, arching her back while reaching bliss.
Collapsing back onto the futon as Ukitake pulled his fingers out of her, Ichigo wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a breathtaking kiss, rolling around on the futon as she enjoyed her rapturous pleasure. Ukitake's hands seemed to make every spot they touch as sensitive as her womanhood while they rolled around. Finding herself on her back again, Ichigo started to grind her body into Ukitake's while the man's hands caressed every curve of her beautiful body. His lips touched her neck, her cheek, her jaw and her lips, and every time he did Ichigo thought she was going to cum again just from his sweet, tender touch.
Spreading Ichigo's legs, Ukitake lined his cock up with her entrance, the head gently touching her wet lips. "Ichigo," he whispered, his hot breath hitting the lustful girl's face.
"Take me," Ichigo whispered back, the need inside of her grown past her control. "I want you, Jushiro."
The captain gave the girl a gentle kiss as he pushed into her, her folds yielding with little resistance. Ichigo wrapped her arms around the man as he entered her, filling up her womanhood until he'd bottomed out. "Ohhh…" she moaned while Ukitake kissed her neck, licking her soft skin as he kept himself still, letting Ichigo adjust to his size. Running her hands down his smooth back, Ichigo kissed his cheek. "Move," she pleaded, yearning to feel the man pleasure her.
The teenager arched her back as Ukitake pulled out, her walls desperately trying to suck him back in. Ukitake groaned from the feel of Ichigo's insides as he pushed back in, going slow to make Ichigo beg for more. His hands squeezed her tits while he pushed in and out, her oily breasts pressing into his chest.
"Oh! Mmmh! Yes!" Ichigo moaned with every slide into her tight honeypot. She dragged her nails down the man's back, spurring him on. Ukitake silenced her with another kiss as he sped up. His hips smacked into hers, the dirty sound echoing across the room. Ichigo's legs wrapped around him, keeping him tightly in her embrace while they fornicated.
Sweat beaded down the thin man's oily body. His hands caressed Ichigo's face as his hips moved with a mind of their own. His balls smacked into Ichigo's asshole, making the girl's head spin while his cock his spots Ichigo never knew she had. Panting like a wild animal, he felt his balls tighten up and knew that he couldn't last for much longer. "Ichigo, I'm going to cum!" he grunted.
Ichigo was already on the brink herself. Ukitake's manhood, his hands, his lips; all made Ichigo become mad with lustful longing. "Me too! Oh!" Her eyes widened to their limit when Ukitake hit her cervix. The sudden jolt was enough to send Ichigo over the edge one final time. "Jushiro! I'm cumming!" she shouted, holding onto the man for dear life as she shook in his arms, her pussy gushing around his cock and balls.
Quickly pulling out of Ichigo, Ukitake broke her embrace and stroked his cock a single time before he came, spraying white cum all over her oily belly and breasts. Ichigo cooed as the man covered her naked body with his seed, feeling like she was basking in heaven.
A full minute passed as they stayed where they were, Ichigo lying on her back and Ukitake on his knees before her. Both panted as they cooled down, exhaustion taking its toll. Ukitake grabbed the discarded towel and gently cleaned up his mess on the teen's belly and breasts. Once the girl was no longer covered in his spunk, he laid down next to her and gently pulled her close. Ichigo snuggled into the man and pressed her head into his chest, basking in his warmth. "Mmmhh…"
Calming his frantic breathing, Ukitake cuddled with Ichigo. "Do you feel better?"
"Loads," Ichigo said.
Kissing her forehead, Ukitake grabbed the covers and threw them over the naked pair. "If you ever need a massage to loosen up those tense muscles, my door is always open."
"Heheh! I'll be sure to keep that in mind."
The two Soul Reapers continued to cuddle quietly but were rudely interrupted when the door opened. "Captain, Renji and I finished our mission and-" Rukia stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the sight before her. Clothes thrown everywhere. The stench of hot, steamy sex in the air. The image of her captain and friend snuggling in his futon. All of it made Rukia's cheeks burn with embarrassment.
"Ichigo! I said some fun, not this much fun!"
The End
A.N.: Please R&R.
