I DON'T OWN BLEACH

Renji/FemIchi

I hope every bunny enjoys!

Piece of Cake

The whole shoten is quiet. Urahara and the gang are gone to restock some ingredients leaving Renji to mind the store until Monday. With all that free time too himself he can do what he wants to more than anything!

So what if he spent the first few hours just eating. They starve him! It's so unfair. He might be a freeloader but come on! They should at least let him eat enough so his stomach doesn't grumble overnight! Mean people!

Now alone, he stumbles out of the shower and yanks up a pair of light weight pajama pants to sag on his hips. Oh... now's the time. "It should be cooled enough to frost! Oh boy! Oh boy!" Darting from the bathroom he pads through the long hallway to the small tea table Urahara always has everyone gather around like his personal command center. There in the center of the table sits a small round four-bite chocolate cake. It's beautiful~! There were only enough ingredients for this tiny piece of heaven, so he had to choose the flavor carefully. In the end chocolate won... chocolate should always win.

"Now... sweets." he says to the cake with a a drippy smile, "It's time to put your dress on. You can't go to the party naked." Grabbing the small jar of frosting he lovingly coats the top and around the sides with just the right amount of German Chocolate frosting. It's going to taste so incredible! "Well.. you could go naked but... I don't want anyone to know about your dark chocolate layer." he chuckles with a wink. Once he is satisfied he swirls around the top with a final stroke of his spatula careful not to push too hard and risk damaging the precious surface. "How do I look, Renji-sama~?" he says with a high pitched voice.

"Oh baby... you look sinful." Renji replies in a deeper than normal tone. "Now, you wait right here for me. I'll go get us a nice glass of milk and we can have a toast." Carefully setting the cake back down he silently heads for the kitchen.

"Yo~? Anyone home?" Ichigo pops her orange head through the darkened entrance with an annoyed frown. The text message from Urahara came not twenty minutes ago.

Stupid hat and clogs- Wait... He couldn't be asleep. Does Urahara sleep? "Why the hell does it look like they are gone?" Stepping inside she closes the door behind her deciding to take a look around. It's kinda dark and quiet. Two things to don't equate with Urahara... "Suspicious~" she mumbles flicking her amber eyes around the corner. There on a table is a small chocolate cake.

"Kurosaki-san! Please drop by the shoten before bed. I have something for you."

Did Kisuke get a cake for her? Does this mean he is actually thanking her for all the hard work she's done for him in the past? "You could've just said.. thanks." Looks around one more time before plopping down on a cushion and grabbing the fork sitting next to the small plate. "Oh, this smells pretty good." She likes a sweet snack before bed. "Thanks Urahara!"

Just as the fork vanishes inside her mouth Renji turns the corner with a glass of milk in his hand. Oh hey there is Ichigo. Wait... "That's mine!" he yells hurling his body towards the surprised girl.

"W-What?" Ichigo steps backwards and palms his face in her hand. "This is my cake so back off."

"Your cake? It's MINE!" he gripes swiping her hand off his face and grabbing the opposite side of the plate. "So give it!"

"No way. It's for me!"Ichigo jerks backwards to avoid him but the cake is dislodged from the plate and drops icing first on her chest in a splat. "R-Renji you bastard! " she snaps as her body hits the floor. "You ruined my 'thank you Ichigo for your hard work' cake!"

"My cake!" he leans over her with a frown."And now your boobs have it."

"T-Take it easy Renji. I'll buy you a new one."

"I don't want a new one. Gah! I made it from scratch!" His eyes don't leave his tiny dessert nestled between her tan breasts. "I didn't even get to taste it." he exhales a long whine completely oblivious to Ichigo's growing discomfort.

"R-Renji..." Why is he on top of her? Her lip starts to twitch feeling his weight on top of her torso. He needs to get off... and why the HELL is he half-naked! Kya~! A half naked Renji is currently on top of her. "U-Um.."

"I spent two hours on it."

"I-I'm sorry." she says suddenly feeling bad. Technically it hasn't hit the floor. S-She could offer too... "U-Um... You... You can h-have-" Oh god is she really going to let him to this?

"I can have what?"

"J-Just eat it off me!" she mutters turning her head to look away her face betraying her with a blush. This is humiliating... Terrible even. But his quietness makes her turn back to look at him. His long wet hair tickles at her shoulders blades as he hunches over her. "R-Renji...?" she whispers at his intense gaze.

"Yeah?" he replies on the verge of losing his mind. "I'm starting to hear things, Ichigo." A little closer he hovers his vision hazing up with-

"No, I said you could have your cake... e-eat it, Renji."

The atmosphere between them changes from the grumbling sound of his voice, her eyes widen. From her heart down to her legs, heat spreads, his fiery glances, the hungry look he is giving her, like fuel. Renji is making her so hot. His head lowers blazing up the heat and making her suck in a jagged breath. The first touch echoes with a gentleness, barely feeling his mouth is pushing at her insides. Curling hands at her sides, Ichigo resists reaching out and touching him, but the room is so quiet... quiet. Just a little touch of his crimson hair couldn't hurt. One touch.

And Renji just needs another taste. His head is full of her now. The smell of sweetness and her own vanilla scent urges at his stomach. Swallowing, he has another bit of cake this time using his tongue and slowly licking at the frosting to expose her flesh underneath.

Lifting up a hand she shyly grazes the ends of his hair finding them surprisingly soft. The drip, drip, cold water droplets trickle from the ends of his blood red locks chilling her body sliding down her breasts to vanish inside her uniform. "I should stop him before..." Ichigo's thoughts sizzle, she feels hot, so hot from the coarse tongue exploring her breasts that she can't pull away. Digging her fingers into his hair, they curl and and tug his head closer, anchoring him there so the sensations continue. "Don't stop."

"I wouldn't anyway." he growls into her left breast, his lips lifting in a smile. With her words ringing in his ear Renji becomes impatient. Hooking his fingers into the V-neck of Ichigo's uniform, he yanks it apart to stare at her golden breasts. They look so tempting. "No way I could..." he exhales cupping her breasts in his palms, admiring their soft roundness as he strokes his fingers over them.

"Ah!" she arches into his touch, his calloused hands feel incredible against her nipples. But she wants something... something else. "Renji... k-kiss me." Teeth nudge at her hardening buds, tugging, licking, teasing her into a frenzy. They don't stop. He just doesn't quit. Her lips feel so bare and left out. She wants to feel his kiss, Renji's breath on them, and his tongue teasing it's way in her mouth. "Renji please."

"I like you this way..." He pulls up, looks her flushed body up and down before settling back over her. "you are so eager." Smothering her lips with his own he growls as her fingers tug at his hair. He wants her. Not in a nice way. But , in a bury himself in her and fuck her until her body turns to jello and she is limp in his arms kinda way. Yes, she is that sinful.

She kisses back, with wide open lips, trembling, nudging tasting him back. He is good at this. So very good with his tongue. Those same calloused hands pull her uniform lower, his fingers move up and down her sides while he kisses her deeply. So excited Ichigo can sense wetness gathering between her legs. It's an incredible feeling, to be wanted so much by him. Parting her legs she hugs his hips and lifts up grind herself on him.

Ohhhh, she is driving him insane with lust. Moving forward, anxiously awaiting when he can be inside her feeling his cock swell with need, he hitches his hips against hers like he is already fucking her. The motion of the act is almost unbearable to Renji. Leaving her mouth plump and gasping he grips her hips lifting her up in the air long enough to set her on the short table nearby.

"Isn't this is the table Urahara always has tea on?"

"I call it the Command Center, and yeah..." he replies quickly untying her belt and dropping it on the floor. "I'm going to fuck you on the Command Center." Renji chuckles yanking off her long black pants to drop them.

"Hahaha! We are being so bad!" Ichigo giggles until Renji's hot hands slide underneath her knees to spread her legs wider. Suddenly the light-hearted moment is gone with Renji's approach. He smirks at her briefly, then kisses a slow path up her long caramel colored leg giving her tingles up her spine. The action renews the sense of urgency in her body. "R-Renji..." she leans up clasping his head in her palms and kissing him hard.

He loves it. Slowly edging between her legs, he slides his hands up and down her smooth thighs enjoying her tongue exploring his mouth. Groaning into her mouth he lifts his hands and attacks her nipples, pinching them and rolling them between the pads of his fingers until she is whimpering.

"Ah!" she swims with pleasure, as he works her up into bliss. "Oh that feels so good. Ah!" Her nipples harden from the little sparks of pleasure. My god the skin prickling chills he gives her just makes it so hard to wait. "Ohh!" A hand vanishes from her breast then is felt between her thighs. A long finger circles around her entrance teasingly, then suddenly plunges inside."Ah!" she tilts her head up, popping her breast free from his lips to gasp.

Renji relishes the feeling of her wet pussy coiling around his finger like a little preview of what's to come. The smoothness, the moisture, Ichigo's body is drawing him deeper and deeper into desire. He shoves her backwards shoving his finger roughly in and out listening to her moans. Adding another finger Renji's hand moves quickly, poking and prodding for just the right spot. His reward comes in the form of her sweet voice lifting higher. "Is it good, Ichigo?"

"Yes!" Tiny pulses of pleasure streak through her, pushing her need to it's breaking point. "Don't stop."

"I won't." he replies dropping to his knees he presses kisses along her thigh until he can feel the heat from her sex on his lips. He can tell she is just about to burst, so he slicks his tongue up her clit.

"Oh! Oh!" Her body shakes at the fast orgasm. She clutches at his hair, holding him closer. "I'm so cl- Ah!"

He flicks his tongue faster, harder against her plump clit and her sweet moisture pools in his mouth. His fingers continue sliding quickly, deeply guiding her to a larger orgasm savoring Ichigo's body quivering under his merciless strokes. Fingernails bury into his scalp as she rocks against his hungry lips attacking her throbbing center. He stays at it, wrapping his mouth around her clit to suck hard his fingers still wrapped around her velvety smoothness.

"Ah!" Ichigo desperately tries to catch her breath, but the tongue is relentless. The suckling drawing much more pleasure out of her than she can handle. "Fuck! Renji!" Her eyes widen, the impending wave of another orgasm already prickling all over her skin. "I-I can't take it anymore. Ah!" But then her body tightens almost painfully, bliss spreading through her like fire and all Ichigo can do is arch towards him, against that torturing mouth. "You are relentless... Ah!" she moans until her throat becomes raw, her fingers tugging urgently on his soft red hair.

The fire burning inside him is becoming impossible to kindle and her sweet channel is practically writhing. Growling he smack his palms against the table to lean over her. "Ohh, your eyes..." he moans looking down on her. "You look so hot with lust and... need." More torture. Yes... she wants more. This woman makes him crazy. Big and unrelenting, Renji's heavy cock is rock hard and so hot, he nudges shamelessly at her gushing pussy. He doesn't wait, can't possibly wait any longer. He shoves inside her, all nine inches stretching her body, he pushes and does not stop until he feels her end. "Oh my god... ohh wow." Renji's teeth unclench when he feels the tightness of Ichigo's body swallow his aching length and he lets out a low groan. Unable to wait he starts moving within her body hard and fast, pushing as deep as he can. With his forearms braced on the tabletop his fingers intertwines in Ichigo's long ginger hair he is enjoying her soft cries. "Oh g- Ichigo!" his voice goes hoarse when her fingernails dig into his shoulders. It takes all he has to keep himself upright and not crush down on her. He looks at her, his eyes glinting with desire, watching her wide-eyed expressions while he quickens the pace, literally pounding her into the creaking wood. Flushed red from all the coming, lips parched and dark pink from biting and kissing, looking up at him with clear impatience and something close to wordless amazement. More, he wants more! The tempo quickens his thrusts now maddening. "You feel... oh you feel incredible." Pleasure shoots up his spine, the sweet heat of Ichigo's welcoming vise causing him to moan loudly. Just a little bi-

Pulling Renji down she presses her lips against his in a deep needy kiss, muffling her incomprehensible cries. Her hips try to meet his, but the more powerful piston-like pace keeps her planted firmly on the table. It builds again, the wave so high and strong, the throbbing impossible to ignore. With no other choice than to bend to his will she goes limp in surrender. "Ah! Ah!"

Moaning back he spreads her legs wider, pulling her towards him. The new tilt of her body giving him deeper access, his pubic bone striking her clit every time he buried himself in her. The little cries of shock with every nudge of the sensitive bud drive him towards release.

She can't make another sound. "I'm coming... I can't stop coming!" Her clit is quivering, it is so sensitive after her previous orgasm. Sooo sensitive it almost hurts. Is it pleasure... or pain that she was feels when he knocks against it? But it jerks her body every time.

He watches her eyes pop open her pink lips opening wide. His climax forces up through his body. "Ahhh, I'm going to-to Ahhh!" His hands firmly grip her hips, the while he spills his seed into her swollen pussy.

The whole shoten is quiet. Minutes tickle by, the two naked bodies on Urahara's tea table are lifelessly pressed together.

"I love... cake." Renji pants still feeling her exquisite pussy pulsating around his softening cock. "But we are out of ingredients."

"There is an all night cafe about a block away." she says with a serious expression.

Oh... that means she will do it again, right? "Can we get it to go?"

"Definitely." she give him a reassuring smile.

"Alright!"

The reviews from the last chapter were so few I fear I messed it up. So to prove my worth I wrote this really fast! I hope it makes you review!

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