Hey Y'all! You'll quickly notice that this isn't the sort of thing that you'll usually find on my page (It was originally only on QQ and AO3 so I'm really pushing my luck having it here). This is a commission, and so further content is out of my hands, I think, probably.

This is new territory for me, so please feel free to ask any questions. I'll do my best to answer them. It was fun tho! I like Yoruichi and Ichigo and I like them together too. Usually I'd spend like 100k words over the span of 3 years ironing out a dynamic between two characters but that's not really what we're trying to do here so I had to wing it lol. I hope the pseudo-exposition works out.

There's quite a bit of future content for this one planned, so calling it a one-shot isn't exactly right, but I tried my best to keep this chapter self-contained as a safety net.

Both QQ and AO3 allow me to post illustrations, so that's cool! If I'm gonna hornypost I might as well go all the way lol. (Update! Im_gur doesn't. For that reason, all illustrations pertaining to nsfw stories will be held on my server until further notice.)

My Server is SFW for the most part but I created a special channel for this one in particular. Again, illustrations pertaining to this story can be found there.

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Yoruichi mindlessly tapped a pen against the shop counter as she stared into nothingness. Her head felt heavy enough for her to need to support its weight with the palm of her hand.

There wasn't much to do at this time of day. There weren't really any customers; the clientele was mostly children and their parents, but they wouldn't come until the parents got off work in the evening. Even then, the traffic wasn't all that high compared to the weekends.

Stupid Kisuke. Going off somewhere and calling it "important business". Who cared if Seireitei's R&D needed help? Jinta, Ururu and Tessai had to come too? Really? Did she look like the sort of person who was built to run a candy store all on her lonesome? Of course not.

Still, it wasn't all bad. At least she had company most of the time.

"Hey, Yoruichi. Thanks for the grub."

Ichigo's little sister—the black-haired one, Karin—passed by with a Chinese takeout container as she walked back toward the room where she and her sister were studying for their school's end-of-term exams. The older woman mustered a lazy wave and a small smile.

"No worries kid. Lemme know if you need anything."

Karin smiled back and shut the door behind her.

Yoruichi sighed.

It was nice having the two of them around, actually. If only Ichigo could realise that she didn't mind. Poor kid…

This was an arrangement that they came up with after Ichigo managed to slay the Quincy king and was rewarded with a parentless home upon his return. No kid his age should have had to worry about the livelihood of two teenage girls, no matter how well he managed it.

And so, she and Kisuke offered to have them over whenever they needed. All three of them were incredibly self-sufficient, but there were times when high school kids just needed to let the adults do all the work. Now, for instance: Ichigo was off working his part-time job, the girls were busy studying, and none had the time to worry about making dinner. It really wasn't fair to have Ichigo waste money on takeout for such a silly reason.

And so, they came to the Urahara Shop. They had a place where they could set themselves up without being bothered and a warm meal. Ichigo even helped her around the shop every now and then—for some extra cash, of course.

…None of which to say that she was gonna cook them anything. Kisuke didn't mind if she charged his card every once in a while. Definitely not for something like this.

The chime of the front door opening had her straightening her back. Seeing who it was that entered, Yoruichi grinned.

"Heya, Ichigo. How was work?"

The eighteen-year-old smiled back. It was a kind one. Something that he'd been showing more and more as of late, despite his stressful circumstances. There was barely any of that broody teen left in him.

"It wasn't bad. Ikumi didn't have much for me to do… Ah! She did give me that letter of recommendation, though. With any luck, I'll get into my first-choice university."

She groaned.

"Gross! Stop sounding so excited about moving on with your life. Enjoy your youth!"

Maybe it wasn't fair to say that to someone in Ichigo's circumstances, but he took it well. The boy laughed.

…It wasn't really fair to call him a boy anymore, though, was it?

A gentleness permeated the woman's expression.

"You've grown into a fine young man, Ichigo," she remarked.

He was caught off guard for a moment, his eyes wide. A dusting of pink crossed his cheeks.

Bashfully, he rubbed the back of his head.

"Thanks," he answered, accepting the praise with as much grace as someone like him could muster.

Yoruichi circled the counter and patted him on the back, trying to direct him to another room.

"You must be hungry, right? We saved some for ya."

"...Thank you."

She frowned.

"Hey! Lighten up, will you? Quit acting like we're treating you like some sort of charity case here. I promise: you being here is the highlight of my day."

He lit up like a christmas tree; she burst out laughing.

He was still as prudeish as ever. That much never changed, at least.

"Would you quit teasing me?" he grumbled. She just kept laughing.

It really was, though. The highlight of her day.

"Just relax for today." she told him. "Everything's sorted at the shop already so there's no need for you to do any more leg work."

She liked having him here. She liked being able to talk to him candidly like this. Even more so recently when it was just the two of them around.

Like friends.

The way their relationship evolved over the years was truly something wondrous. Who would have thought? Way back when, he was just some kid that Kisuke wanted her to whip into shape. Now? They'd been through so much together. They'd fought together. Whether his sisters were present or not, it was pleasant to have him over most weeknights.

Moreso when they weren't, even.

In a way that was incredibly sad for her to think about, her current relationship with Ichigo was novel. Fun. It broke the soul-crushing monotony of her every-day life. Even back when she had a social circle in Soul Society, she didn't have this. The closest thing was her friendship with Kisuke, but even then, he was her brother. Family. Him and the rest of his ragtag group of employees.

In a way, it was lonely. She didn't know how lonely until she found this.

It was a bit embarrassing to admit, though, so maybe it would be best to keep that bit to herself.

"C'mon! Have a seat. I'll get us some drinks."

"You know I'm underage. I can't—"

His refusals fell on deaf ears. Her hands pushed down on his shoulders until he took a seat and a bottle of soju was dropped between them.

"Can it, Berry Boy. Eat your dinner."

The man snorted. He leaned forward to grab the extra takeout container as she poured them each a glass.

The door behind them slid open again. The pair looked over their shoulders to see the twins with school bags in hand.

"Yo, Ichi-nii. You're done with work?"

"Hi, Nii-chan! Miss Yoruichi! We're done for the night so we'll head on home. Thanks again!"

Ichigo grinned.

"Sounds good. Want me to walk you home?"

Karin scoffed.

"We're not kids. It's fine."

Yoruichi shook his shoulder.

"Leave them be, Boyo! Just take a minute to relax, would you?"

He scoffed. They bid his sisters farewell and got back to their own affairs as the doors slid shut once more.

Ichigo glanced at the takeout box on Yoruichi's lap.

"You haven't eaten yet?" he questioned.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Of course not! I was waiting for you."

"Seriously?"

"How am I supposed to coerce you into drinking with me, otherwise?"

All he had to offer was a wry grin before stuffing stir fried noodles into his mouth.

"So," she started after downing her first glass in one go, "ya seeing anyone?"

He choked on his noodles.

"Wha—what the hell are you talking about!?"

Her face was a little flushed, but she was far from tipsy.

"What do you mean, 'what am I talking about'? It's not a difficult question to answer. How's your social life? What are you up to? Basic things. I'm not asking you to tell me your deepest, darkest secrets or anything here."

He hadn't even touched his drink and somehow he was redder than she was.

"You always do this!" he accused. "And there's nothing to say."

Her fingers twitched around the bottle as she was about to pour herself another glass.

"Huh?"

"I don't have a girlfriend… or anything like that," he trailed off. He didn't look her in the eye. "Heck, I've barely had the time to see my friends lately with how busy I've been."

That… kind of pissed her off to hear, actually.

He was in the prime of his life. He should have been out living it. Meeting new people. Having a social life, at the bare minimum! What the hell was he doing?

She didn't have any of that. She couldn't have any of that.

Yoruichi knocked down another glass.

"Hey, aren't you downing those pretty fast?" Ichigo remarked worriedly.

Instead of answering, she grabbed his glass, forced it to his lips, and tilted his head back by tugging on his hair.

"Hmmmf!"

He coughed.

"Hey! What the hell—"

"Ah, screw it. You up for a quick spar?"

Ichigo blinked.

"...Huh?" was all that his brain could come up with at the moment.

She threw a few quick jabs at the air, showing how energetic she was despite the alcohol.

"Wipe that dumb look off your face! Yes or no?"

He frowned.

"We aren't sober. What's the point if we can't go all out? Let's wait a bit."

She scoffed. Not wanting to waste any more time arguing, she pulled him up by the arm and started to drag him toward the training ground. Ichigo had to quickly put his meal down lest he let it meet an unfortunate end on the floor.

"H-hey! Yoruichi!"

X

Down at the training grounds under the shop, they were quick to change into something more appropriate for physical activity. Yoruichi took the time to put on her black leotard while Ichigo ejected himself from his body, leaving him wearing the new shihakusho that the court guard squads had given him.

He scratched his ear awkwardly.

"So how are we—"

"Hakuda!" she stuck a finger over her shoulder. "Take it off, Big Boy."

Ichigo sighed and unclipped Zangetsu from his back. He rested it against a nearby rock.

"Okay. I'm—"

He didn't even get the chance to get a word in. A leg just about took his head off; he had to swing his upper body back so quickly that it left him stumbling. He wasn't a heavy drinker, so it was a small miracle that he didn't just tumble down onto his ass. Yoruichi really wasn't wasting any time.

"Are you angry about something? What's with that?"

"Of course not!"

Her tone wasn't very convincing. Not even to her.

It was fine, though. She'd just play around with him for a bit—teach him a lesson, and all that—then she could get it all out of her system and forget about whatever feelings she was feeling. She could even make it up to him later, somehow, probably, maybe.

She kept taking rapid swipes at him; it wasn't working out great, though. She didn't drink that much soju, did she? She used to be so much faster than him back when he was just a kid… things were simpler back then.

Every missed hit was another brick atop her built-up disgruntlement.

It's easier to show you up when I can actually hit you!

The next attack came even faster. Her heel was about to drop on his shoulder but he was able to weave his way around to her flank an instant before it would have made contact.

At least he wasn't able to do much more than defend.

She tried for a punch, but figuring that he was going to snake his way out of this one too, she decided to hook his shihakusho at the last moment. It revealed his defined chest and chiselled abs to her. Her blush deepened and so did her frown.

He clicked his tongue.

Ichigo tried to react the best he could, hooking an arm around her to go for a takedown; she was the superior unarmed fighter so his physical advantages were his best bet.

His advantages weren't enough against a hakuda master, unfortunately. She followed the momentum of his… strong arms and kicked both of her legs up behind his neck. Before he knew it, he was stuck in some sort of strange hold that he couldn't get out of.

"Wha—"

He fell onto the ground with the woman on top of him. His top was a dishevelled mess; it had almost been pulled off entirely.

He chuckled.

"Well… you got me. I knew this was gonna happen. Didn't I tell you—huh!?"

She ran her fingers up his body. She grinned.

I'll get you back under my thumb.

His face reddened like a tomato.

"Damn it, Yoruichi! Would you quit teasing me already?"

She didn't stop.

Having had enough, Ichigo struggled to get out of her grip. Sporting a cheshire smile. Yoruichi wrapped her limbs around him, pressing her body tightly against his.

He was stuck… and painfully aware of her.

Her lips were a hair's breadth from his ear.

"You're going to make me sad, Ichigo," she whispered. "Are you really so against being with someone like me?"

His heart was beating faster than ever. He felt like it would burst out of his chest.

"Y-Yoruichi. This isn't funny anymore."

Her teeth brushed against his ear. His eyes shot wide open.

"Yoru–! Hng!"

The hand that was on his chest travelled down to his crotch. She spun them around so that she could sit on top of him once more.

The woman's face was more flushed than it was before. Her eyes were lidded. It was clear that it wasn't just the alcohol now.

Ichigo trembled a little, unable to look away. When she slowly pulled down his hakama and grabbed his hardening shaft in-hand, he figured that what she was doing had long since passed the teasing stage.

She's beautiful.

Though he was panicking—he had never dealt with this sort of intimacy before—he couldn't muster the strength to pull away from her. His body wasn't listening to him at all.

"Ichigo…" she whispered again. There was an unexpected layer of softness to her tone that sent a jolt of something down his spine.

She gave him a quick, exploratory stroke. He moaned.

The moment the noise left his lips, Yoruichi's eyes shot wide open.

She got a good look at him.

He was like putty in her hands. The strong, dependable man that she had grown to care for so deeply was now beneath her, corded muscle heaving and his face a heated mess. She made him like this.

It made her unbelievably happy. The emptiness, the loneliness, the frustration all got thrown to the wind and replaced with a swelling feeling of accomplishment, companionship, and desire.

She felt wanted.

It wasn't supposed to happen this way… her emotions got the best of her. Her relationship with him might very well be ruined forever because of her own idiocy.

But she couldn't care.

Yoruichi smiled brightly.

"It's okay, Ichigo," she cooed. "You don't have to worry about anything. Just leave it to me."

She felt a burning heat in her loins. Her heart skipped a beat and for a split moment, it was difficult to breathe. In a panic, her first instinct in an effort to alleviate the feeling was to press his face into her chest.

"Hm!"

Ichigo hadn't felt anything like this before.

Her breasts were soft: softer than he would have ever imagined them to feel. And warm. Though they were still covered by her uniform, it was awfully thin. She was pushing him into her so hard that he could feel the shape of her stiffening nipple.

The only thought that could pass through his mind at that moment was that she smelled incredibly good.

The novelty of the situation made another wave of pleasure shoot through him.

Beads of precum spilled from his throbbing member; Yoruichi slid her hand up and rubbed circles around the tip with the palm of her now-lubricated hand.

He could feel the hammering of her chest. He could tell that she was excited too.

Her fervour doubled; her sullied hand jerked him off at an increasing pace.

It was driving him crazy. He wanted more of her. Ichigo opened his mouth and pressed his tongue against the bud that was caressing his face. Using one hand as leverage against the ground, he brought the other one up to cup her other breast.

Yoruichi made a noise he'd never heard her make before. He made her moan.

Make her your woman.

All sense of reason left him.

A gasp escaped her lips as he flipped her onto her back. She stared at the hand pinning her right next to her head and her eyes traced it up his well-muscled, defined arm before finally stopping at his eyes.

Ichigo did the same.

Yoruichi's chest was heaving; her leotard had gotten pulled to the side in their tussle and so he could see the flush and swelling of her bare breasts. Her normally composed and self-assured expression was replaced with that of a deer caught in the headlights.

Slowly, his face inched closer to hers. He could almost feel the warmth of her lips tickling his skin.

"Ichigo…"

When she said his name again, the man instantly shifted into a state of panic. He pulled away and shot himself off of her.

What was he doing!? What in the hell got over him just now? This was… this was too much.

He needed to think.

"I'm—I'm sorry."

He disappeared so quickly that she was sure that he used Flash Ftep.

Yoruichi was left on her back half-exposed. Alone. Confused.

"..."

She dropped the back of her hand over her eyes as she tried to get her breathing under control.

She sighed.

What was she thinking?

What a stupid, self-centred woman she was.

X

The next day started the same way as the last one. Kisuke and the rest were still shooting the piss with R&D back in Soul Society. She was still stuck at the shop with no one to keep her company but her tumultuous thoughts.

The only difference was that those tumultuous thoughts in question had less to do with how lonely she was and everything to do with what she did to Ichigo. She should have been more considerate of him.

If such an attractive man was still single, there was obviously a reason, right? Of course there was. He had all these worries thrust upon him by that wayward father of his; it only made sense that her advances would be seen as nothing more than a burden.

Honestly, part of her wished that the twins would spend their evening here tonight, if only to keep her mind off of it. The other part was glad because it meant that she wouldn't have to face his sisters.

…They wouldn't have known, though, right? Ha. Of course not. That idiot wouldn't share his troubles with others. They were his problems. Just as their problems were also his problems.

The shop's phone rang; another sigh ran through her. Kisuke should have really appreciated the fact that customer service wasn't her thing.

Nonetheless, she picked it up and tried her best as she always did.

"Hello! You've reached the Urahara shop. How can we help you today?"

"Hello, Miss Yoruichi!"

Her expression softened.

"Oh. Yuzu. What's up?"

"Yeah, uhm… do you know what was up with Ichi-nii last night? He was acting kind of strange when he came home."

A pit formed in her gut.

"...Sorry! Not really. Has he said anything to you?"

He could hear the girl's sigh.

"No… I bet something's bugging him, though. I figured it was Soul Society stuff again and thought if anyone would know it'd be you. I… don't want him to have to hurt anymore. He's trying really really hard in school so that he can get a good job. Even though we keep telling him that we're grown up now, he still insists that we should have a shoulder to lean on if things get tough. It's a pain to have a brother like that, you know?"

She did know, in a way. If only because she knew what he was like.

"Is he there with you now?" Yoruichi asked after a moment's hesitation. She looked at the clock on the wall.

It was getting late.

"Mm mm. He's still with Miss Ikumi, I think, but he should be getting back soon."

"Let me know if he tells you anything, okay?" She really hoped that he didn't. "I'll keep in touch. Maybe Kisuke knows something. I—" she cut herself off, almost deciding against saying what was on her mind. In the end, she worded it differently. "I care about his well-being, too."

"Mm. I know. I'll talk to you later, then. Thanks anyway."

"Good night."

"Good night!"

Click.

"..."

Hah… as if she didn't feel awful already.

She wondered if he'd come to visit soon. If ever, even. Would he want to?

Her relationship with Ichigo wasn't something that she wanted to lose.

The bell rang.

"How can I—"

Her heart skipped a beat. With a dazed look on her face, his name came out of her mouth as if she were in a trance.

"Ichi…go."

He smiled at her.

"Yo. I was supposed to come over to help take note of the inventory, right?"

She had forgotten about that agreement.

"I didn't think you'd come."

Her honesty came as a shock to them both. In a strange turn of events, it was Ichigo who was able to gather himself first.

"Of course I would! We had an agreement, after all. I'll head on back, okay?"

Without giving her a chance to get a word in, he went into the storage room.

…So that's what it was. He was just going to act like nothing happened.

She was happy, in a sense. It meant that he was willing to move past this. That he, too, wanted their relationship in his life.

Then why was it, then, that she had this hurt in her chest at the thought of him pretending that none of it happened at all?

X

Ichigo stood at the other side of the door, staring at the packed boxes blankly.

He didn't want Yoruichi to hate him.

Him coming to the shop despite everything was an excuse. An excuse to be near her. An excuse to pretend that nothing was wrong.

What he did to her the other night wasn't right. He ran away. After having struggled so much with Zangetsu and having thought that feud was all behind him, when those thoughts bubbled up he just got scared.

How did she feel when he just left her there? Awful, probably. Maybe she hated him now.

She was a big part of his life. She was the one that was with him when he rescued Rukia and she was the one there for him and his sisters now that Goat Chin had disappeared.

He looked up to her. As a mentor, if not necessarily as a role model. She was his friend, and if she left it felt as though a chunk of who he was would leave too.

To him, she was…

He was suddenly plagued by the same feelings that were with him when they did… that. He felt hot.

…He was running now too, wasn't he?

Acting like nothing happened wouldn't do anything good. It did happen and clearly they both acknowledged that.

He took a deep breath and opened the door again.

"Yoruichi—"

She was standing right in front of him with a hand reaching for the handle.

She froze, and so did he. Somehow, all the confidence that he had tried to build up within himself just vanished.

"I'm sorry, Ichigo."

She apologised first. He could do nothing but listen.

"I acted immaturely," she continued, her tone even. As she went on, her posture began to relax until it became something closer to what he was used to seeing from her. "You're under a lot of stress and I don't want to add on to that. We… we had a lot to drink, and—"

She cut himself off as she noticed his flushed complexion.

As she spoke, Ichigo could only stare at her lips.

Her soft lips.

His heart was beating quickly. He didn't want this to be how things went down. He didn't want Yoruichi to see him like this. Not right now.

She did see.

Was he really—

She suppressed a chuckle as it really would have been inappropriate right now. Instead, all that slipped out was a smile.

She was doing this to him. Again.

Ichigo wanted her.

Her stomach, crotch and legs contracted involuntarily at the thought.

What if I…?

In the heat of the moment, an awful idea occurred to her.

With curiosity in her eyes, she took a slow, probing step forward. Ichigo seemed to grow more and more conscious of her body as she approached, but he wasn't running away. Not yet.

She backed him up against the wall. The way that he refused to meet her gaze now came across as coquettish to her.

Even now, words wouldn't come to him.

That was fine. She didn't want him to speak. She hadn't learned her lesson at all, it would seem.

Just like before, their faces drew closer. Unlike before, Ichigo didn't leave.

Her lips pressed against his.

Her heart just about leapt out of her chest. He started kissing her back.

She could taste how nervous he was, but that was fine. Things were how they should be.

A small part of her was just as nervous.

She loved every moment of this kiss. She loved being pressed up against him like this. She loved the idea of—

She pulled back. They both panted heavily as they caught their breaths.

Finally, she caught his eyes.

Ichigo was looking down at her with a mix of fear and adulation. His deep, brown eyes were wide open.

She wouldn't stop now, she decided. There would be no turning back from this point forward.

Yoruichi took another step back. Without breaking eye contact. She slowly stripped off her jacket then peeled away her top.

Ichigo was in a complete trance as she bared her upper body to him.

It was wholly different from that time at the hot spring in Soul Society. Back then, it really was just teasing. He was nothing more than a boy; he had refused to look and she laughed.

Right now, he took in her figure with undivided attention. Her smile was gone, her lighthearted and superficial intentions gone along with it.

It was the first time that he was really able to look at her body. She had such a shapely figure, her darker skin almost glistening as the light reflected off her toned stomach and large breasts.

He wasn't able to turn away. That made her happy in a way she couldn't quite explain.

Make her your woman.

A voice that could be none other than Zangetsu's once again echoed a thought that could be none other than his own. Ichigo closed the gap between them again in an instant and captured her lips once more. She moaned into his mouth and he took the opportunity to intertwine his tongue with her own.

She was clearly pleased with his initiative.

His hands snaked their way around her waist and pulled her in closer. He could feel every nook and cranny of her through his t-shirt and jeans.

He couldn't take it anymore. Ichigo grabbed the waistband of her skin-tight black pants and slid them off. The fact that she didn't stop him filled him with renewed confidence.

She suddenly pushed him off. The worry that he had done something wrong could only last until she kneeled in front of his crotch and smiled up at him.

He stared down at her, his face now redder than a cherry tomato. Nervousness and anticipation wafted from him in equal measure once he understood what she was about to do.

She chuckled.

"You're so cute."

And now he was a little embarrassed, too.

She unbuttoned him at an agonising pace. More and more blood rushed to his cock with every second she took. The moment she pulled down the fabric, the tent in his boxers shot out and dropped on her face.

She almost gasped but quickly reigned in her surprise. The warmth and smell made her brain feel a little foggy.

She could still mess with him, though.

"What's wrong, Ichigo? You look pretty excited. Is there something you want me to do down here?"

Her grin grew impish.

No matter how much she wanted him, she wanted to hear him tell her how much he needed her.

After only a short moment of confusion, Ichigo caught on. His discomfort and shyness was palpable—maybe if he were thinking more coherently his prudishness would even have him turn her down—but his want won out.

"Yoruichi, I—"

Hearing him say her name in such an intimate context morphed her expression into something decidedly happy, only for that to be replaced in turn by shock as he yanked the elastic of his boxers and allowed his penis to snap out from behind them.

He rested the tip on her bottom lip. Her heart couldn't keep up and her breathing became shallow; her pants made him twitch as her hot breath tickled him.

"I want you to suck it."

"Hahaha…"

Instead of answering, she tilted her chin up, opened her mouth and rolled her tongue out.

The mere idea of a woman like Yoruichi looking at him like that drove him insane.

He understood the invitation for what it was. With a deep, shaky breath, the man caressed her cheek; she melted into the intimate gesture.

Ichgio pushed his hips forward and groaned.

It was an indescribable feeling. Pleasure shot up his spine as Yoruichi's tongue glided across his shaft. The heat and wetness of her mouth clamped onto him like a vacuum.

She started bobbing her head back and forth. He felt her tongue twirl around his glans, then it kissing the top of her throat with every motion. It was almost too much; he grabbed onto her ponytail like a lifeline.

Looking just made it worse but he couldn't look away. The rhythmic sway of her hair and her tits was hypnotic.

More!

He held her head still. She let out a confused hum around his cock before he started face-fucking her.

Every thrust was met with a gargle. He was hitting the back of her throat now but she wasn't giving any indication that she was having trouble breathing. She even held onto his hips gently, encouraging him to go harder.

And so he did.

Ichigo leaned forward and ran his fingers down her back, allowing her to take charge of servicing him for the moment. He felt her shiver in anticipation, but she didn't stop.

He slapped her strong, generously-sized ass and relished the sound of her cute squeal of pleasure.

Wanting to hear more of it, he outstretched his arm further and slipped a finger into her dripping wet pussy.

The moan that came out of her was throatier this time; he couldn't help bucking his hips and forcing himself as deep as he could down her throat.

He couldn't keep his legs under him anymore. He gradually dropped to his knees and Yoruichi had the presence of mind to follow while she blew him. The woman ended up on her back, her legs spread, and with her head tilted between his legs so that she could keep him in her mouth.

He supported the back of her head with a hand so that she didn't have to strain her neck. Ichigo's admiration had him frozen in place as he soaked up her prone, naked form.

His fingers went back to her crotch. As they brushed past her clitoris, her whole body stiffened.

It was a good reaction, he assumed. Knowing to do nothing but try his best, Ichigo began caressing her vulva: tracing her hood, daring to push past them teasingly now and again. He found that the circles he drew around her clit drove her crazy: to the point that she allowed his dick to slip out of her mouth with a wet pop in order to gasp for air through a loud moan.

He had never been so hard in his life. He couldn't control the churning in his gut anymore.

"I'm gonna—!"

He didn't have to say anything more. In an instant, her mouth found its place wrapped around his dick again and her tongue teased his frenulum until he blew.

He shot ropes into her. It was the biggest load of his life, and yet amazingly, not a drop escaped her lips. He could feel her swallowing it all as he gave it to her.

Slurping loudly, she licked him clean. Not a drop was left on his member when she was done with it.

Yoruichi looked up at him with a bright smile that didn't at all match the things that she just did to him.

I don't want this to end.

Such was the only thought that could pass him by before she tore off his shirt and leaned him onto the ground.

Yoruichi got on top of him and pulled his hand up to her breast. Her whole body shivered as her nipple was squeezed between his knuckles.

"Ha… ha… Ichi… ha…"

Words weren't coming easily to her. But then again, comparatively, he didn't trust himself to speak at all.

She started to grind against him. The slickness of her folds eliminated nearly all friction from the movement; he was at full mast again instantly.

"I love… the way you look at me," she managed to get out between pained breaths.

Before he could answer, she lifted herself a little and lined him up at her entrance.

Knowing what was to come, Ichigo became overwhelmed by a plethora of emotions. Above all, however, there was a nagging thought that wouldn't leave him.

What does this mean to her?

Because he…

"Ah!"

She pressed herself down on him slowly and hissed.

Her inner walls were incredibly tight. Beyond that, it was like nothing he had ever felt before, even taking into account what they had just been doing.

He wanted to say something, but she didn't let him. Yoruichi pressed herself flat against his rock-hard body, shivering as she did so, then grabbed his cheeks to hold him steady for a big, wet kiss.

It was different from the ones before. There was little else than lip against lip; it wasn't as sexy or as drawn-out, but it felt as though it carried a dozen times as much emotion.

Both of their chests hammered against each other.

Her hips slapped against his own. Probingly at first, but it was no time at all before Yoruichi's thrusts became frantic.

Ichigo wrapped his arms around her tightly. Her wonderful, well-defined back rippled in his arms with every move she made. She tried her best to melt into the embrace.

He loved having her in his arms like this.

"..."

Convinced of what he needed to do, he spun them around. Yoruichi was dropped onto her back and he was on all fours on top of her. His face hung right over hers.

Again, he soaked her in. Her wide, golden eyes. Her lustrous purple hair, now sweaty and matted to her brow. Her glowing dark skin, flushed and glistening.

Her soft, kissable lips.

He wasn't going to let her go. He wanted her. He was serious and she needed to know that.

Ichigo was overcome with the same instinct as yesterday. Only this time, he wouldn't run away.

"Yoruichi. Be mine."

There was a controlled calmness to his tone of voice despite how little control he had over himself until now.

Her jaw hung open as she tried her best to process his words. It should have been obvious, considering the circumstances, that he was just caught up in the heat of the moment, but…

Does he really mean that?

She couldn't wrap her head around it. It was what she wanted, but even after all they had done, she wasn't sure whether it was actually something that he could give to her. Something that wasn't just him fulfilling what he thought to be his role as a friend.

Thoughts couldn't be conveyed through looks and expressions alone, however. The sheer incomprehension plastered across her visage upset him a little.

"Ichi–ah!"

He started thrusting into her. The man was much too good with himself considering his inexperience. Every time he kissed her cervix it felt like a jolt of electricity ran up to her brain.

She clamped onto him and came. Her walls spasmed around his cock as if trying to milk it. Her mewls paired with the way her breasts swung with every thrust almost made him follow suit.

He pushed all the way into her one more time, relishing the feeling of his swollen testicles resting against her ass, then quickly pulled out. A wet slap resounded when his penis dropped onto her stomach; he did his best to catch his breath.

To her, it felt like a metal rod burning a hole into her belly in the best possible way.

They kept that position for a moment in silence. The only audible sounds were their respective gasps until Yoruichi spoke up in a voice that was barely audible.

"Yes."

The woman could see his confusion. She elaborated.

"Make me yours, Ichigo."

He kept a blank expression for a second before a jubilant grin split his face. She returned it in equal measure.

Yoruichi chuckled and leaned forward to peck him once on the cheek, then twice again on the lips. He ran his fingers through her hair, loosening her ponytail, as she grabbed his penis and lined him back up to her entrance.

Her eyes glazed over.

Ha… He's so cute. I could just eat him up. I want him. I want him. I want him. I want him. I want—

He started sawing into her at full-throttle. A surprised shout left her throat but it was almost entirely muffled by his lips around hers and his tongue invading her mouth.

She could feel him getting more and more frantic. His penis felt like it was swelling; it twitched as though it had its own pulse. He wouldn't be able to hold it in for much longer.

They broke the kiss. Yoruichi relished Ichigo's adorable look of arousal.

"I'm going to make you mine, too," she whispered.

Her legs were wrapped tightly around the back of his legs; there would be no escape and he seemed to be fine with that judging by his unbroken pace. If anything, her actions make him press into her even harder; any more and she would go straight through the floor.

"I'm close!" he managed to tell her.

"Give it all to me!" she all but screamed, feeling light-headed.

And so he did.

He quivered then slammed himself forward, making sure to grind himself into her all the way to the base of his shaft. Her womb was so full with his seed that some would inevitably pool out the moment he removed himself from her.

She squirted; the most violent orgasm of her life rushed through her from head to toe.

She didn't have the strength left to keep him inside of her and yet he didn't pull out. The man collapsed beside her and pulled her tightly into his chest in a display of intimacy that made her heart keep fluttering despite what it had been put through.

Neither of them moved.

Yoruichi slowly drifted to sleep in his arms.

X

They were in the same position when her eyes opened the following morning.

Bouncing back as strong as ever, worry and guilt were the first things that shot to the forefront of her mind. Was she wrong to do the things that she did? Almost definitely. It was all her fault. She made the advances. Ichigo just wasn't in a position to say no. It was awful of her to do this to him: to make the unilateral decision to take this step. It wasn't like she could take it back, either.

The damage had been done, and she had to live with the consequences. The fact that she still felt so happy made it all the more horrible.

And then she looked at his sleeping face.

Yoruichi wasn't one to act shy, yet her blush was crimson. It was something that really didn't suit someone of her age, she thought.

She wanted to play with him more.

She wanted to touch him. She wanted to see him squirm. She wanted to see the bashful furrow of his brow as she pleasured him. She wanted to see his demure displays of elation as she gave herself to him.

She wanted it and she could have all of it. He was all hers.

No matter how much she wanted to hang on to her shame, it was shattered by an overwhelming sense of self-satisfaction. She acknowledged that it made her a horrible person and promptly decided that she didn't care as long as she could keep Ichigo close to her like this.

He groaned as he regained consciousness. She made sure to keep her eyes firmly planted on his, her expression as teasing as possible.

Once he fully regained consciousness, she was, of course, the first thing he saw. He was so red that he practically turned into a cherry.

She broke into laughter instantly.

"You should see the look on her face!" she shouted obnoxiously. It was quite harsh on the ears considering how close they were.

He growled and tried to scowl, but it really wasn't anything more than a pout.

The scowl fell into something introspective. Worried. She knew what was on his mind right away.

Before he could say anything, she poked him in the nose. The action pulled him out of his funk if only because it was so silly.

"Don't second-guess yourself," she told him. "Don't second-guess me. Just trust that I meant it, okay?"

I'm not letting you get away from me.

And just like that, the doubt melted away.

"Okay."

He smiled.

She loved that smile.

Yoruichi grabbed his head and shoved it between her cleavage.

"Hmm!?"

Taking advantage of his surprise, she rolled onto him. Just as he started getting hard between her legs—

The bells at the front door rang loudly as it opened.

"Yoruichi~ we're back!"

Both of them froze in their tracks. Dread slowly crept up on them as they realised that they were bare naked, doing the no pants dance right in the middle of the floor.

Kisuke came back now of all times!?

Not a second thought needed to be spared for Yoruichi to grab the orange-haired man and drag him into the bathroom. She slammed the door shut, pushed him onto the seat, jumped onto his lap and slapped both of her hands over his mouth in an effort to keep him as quiet as possible.

She didn't anticipate his dick to be raised at full mast and bury itself between her ass cheeks. The woman frowned at him with flushed cheeks; at least he had the decency to look embarrassed.

It twitched, tapping against her taint. Her pussy convulsed involuntarily and drooled on his member.

She bit her lip.

"Hey, where is she?" a younger voice asked from somewhere else in the shop. It was Jinta's, probably.

Against her better judgement, she raised her hips and wiggled her ass against his glans. Ichigo's eyes widened once he realised what she was about to do, but wasn't able to stop her before she sheathed herself on him in one fell swoop.

Her hands were successful in muffling him but nothing stopped the involuntary squeak that escaped her.

Shit!

"Ah… Yoruichi? Yoruichi-san~? Are you in here, maybe?"

Shut up, Kisuke! Go away!

Her own actions were counterproductive to her pleas. She started riding him like her life depended on it; his hot breath pressing into her fingers just made her go faster.

Mustering all her willpower, she answered evenly, "A little privacy? I'll be… out in a bit. I'm in the bath."

"Mkay! Take your time."

They could hear the ex-captain's footsteps getting further away.

Letting her guard down because she thought they were in the clear was a mistake. Her whole body tensed and something would have escaped her lungs had Ichigo not quickly dragged her hands over her head and planted his lips atop hers. He used his other hand to pull her closer and just that was enough to make her cum for reasons yet inexplicable to her.

Whether it was a direct consequence of her own orgasm, she didn't know, but her man's seed filled her almost in the same instant. Their kiss deepened in the afterglow of their shared climax.

Their tongues separated messily, a trail of their mixed drool dribbling down her cheek and onto her chest. Taking advantage of her raised position, Yoruichi pecked him on the forehead: an action just as quick as it was tender.

She leaned forward so that she could speak softly into his ear.

"I don't think they're paying attention. I'll grab your clothes and you can leave through the window. No one will notice you."

He had mastered the art of putting on an air of reticence despite the rest of him clinging onto her like a needy child. She found it a little endearing, actually.

"...What if they find them first?" he asked.

"I'll come up with something. Don't worry about it."

"..."

It took a moment to puzzle out why he was being so demure all of a sudden, though she brandished an impish smirk the moment it all came together.

"We'll have plenty of time to ourselves soon, I'm sure. I won't let that big meanie Kisuke get in the way," she added, pinching his cheek teasingly.

He scowled and slapped her wrist.

"I-idiot! That's not what I—"

She snorted.

"Sure, sure! I'm looking forward to it, though!"

Such an honest admission could only shut him up. Pleased with herself, she grabbed a towel, wrapped it around body, and slipped out into the hallway.

"..."

Now left to his own devices, the poor man was assaulted by a new string of jibes, courtesy of his Zanpakuto spirits.

They were not appreciated.

X

Later that evening…

X

Kisuke barged into the tea room with his fan in hand and a big smile on his face. Being busy with something, she ignored him for the most part.

"Hey-o, Miss Yoruichi. When ya see him, could you let Mister Kurosaki know that I've set up a changing room that he can use the next time he wants to workout downstairs? I've been thinking that it would be a shame if he didn't have anywhere to put his stuff in future. Good thing he came with spare exercise clothes today! He would have had to go home naked, otherwise."

Not looking Kisuke's way, Yoruichi paused before turning the page of the magazine she was reading. Didn't she already give him an excuse earlier? He was being weird about this…

"Mm. I put his clothes someplace where he can find 'em easily. I'll pass it on when he stops by."

"Ah. I figured you could just tell him the next time you took him to grope for trout in your peculiar river."

She slammed the magazine shut and threw it at him. It nailed him in the face.

"Jackass!" she shouted. "If you knew the whole time then why the hell did I waste my breath coming up with a stupid excuse!?"

He just laughed, unperturbed.

"If your excuse was a little less stupid then maybe I wouldn't know."

She looked like she had something to say, but she shut her mouth once she realised that her friend's smile had dropped.

"You shouldn't be taking advantage of the kid, Yoruichi."

"..."

Her continued silence made him sigh.

"You know what I'm talking about and I'm not going to pretend that you don't. If this is a passing fancy of yours—"

"Of course not."

Urahara Kisuke was genuinely caught off guard by his friend's immediate, no-nonsense denial.

The look on Yoruichi's face was decidedly un-Yoruichi-like.

His fan covered most of his face.

"Ufufufu…"

"What are you laughing at?" she spat indignantly.

"Nothing, northing."

"What are you laughing at!?" she repeated loudly.

He slipped out of the room. Before the door could be closed all the way, he gave her a thumbs up.

"I'm rooting for you both!"

Click.

She sat still for a moment, then snorted before going back to her magazine.

Thanks.