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Warning: Lemon
Hiyori Loves Strawberries
Sometime after the Fullbring Arc…
Karakura Town
Hiyori Sarugaki stomped her way through town, hands in her pockets while she pouted, ignoring everyone who she walked by. The blonde Vizard was angry as hell at her friends, but mostly at Shinji.
After Aizen was defeated, Hiyori had to through rigorous surgeries and physical therapy to recover from being bifurcated by Gin. While her friends were with her, she noticed three noticeable absences: Kensei, Rose and Shinji. "Damn traitor! How could he just cozy up back to those assholes!"
While Hiyori was recuperating from her near fatal injury, Shinji entered talks with Head-Captain Yamamoto to try and grant the Vizards entrance back into the home they were forced to flee from. None of the ex-Soul Reapers had high hopes Shinji would succeed but to everyone's surprise, the old man was able to convince Central 46 to allow them to return. As such, Shinji, Love and Kensei returned to their old posts as captains of their respective squads. For the Vizards, they were just glad to no longer be hunted anymore.
Hiyori, however, was not so pleased.
The short blonde girl was fuming that her friends would just so easily accept the people who'd wanted them all dead. And with the rest of the Vizards finding their own things to do in the World of the Living, it felt like she was just being abandoned. Hachi tried to tell her gently that things were changing and Hiyori didn't like change after having the same status quo for over a hundred years, but all that earned him was a sandal slap to the face.
Rounding the corner, the angry Vizard suddenly bumped into someone. Because she was stomping around at such a fast pace, the moment she hit the person, she bounced backwards and landed on her ass. "Yow! Watch it, asshole!"
"You're the one who ran into me," said a very familiar voice.
Blinking in confusion, Hiyori looked up and saw Ichigo Kurosaki standing over her. "Ichigo? What the hell are you doing here?"
"I live here." Ichigo pointed down the street where the Kurosaki Clinic was. "I was heading home from work. Here. Let me help you up."
Ichigo offered his hand to Hiyori but the angry Vizard simply slapped it away. "What's the matter? I'd expect you to be in the Soul Society chilling with all of your stupid Soul Reaper chums," she said bitterly as she got up from off the ground and brushed herself off.
"I just got back. It's been seventeen months since I saw Rukia so we've had a lot of catching up to do."
The anger bubbling inside of Hiyori twisted her face into a mask of hatred. "Oh, so I guess you're so happy to be seeing those idiots again that you'd just walk without looking, huh?"
"You bumped into me! The hell is your problem?"
Hiyori ripped off her sandal and wound her arm back. "My problem is idiots like you!" She swung hard, aiming at Ichigo's face.
But Ichigo was not Shinji and unlike the Vizards, he was not going to take Hiyori's abuse. He grabbed her wrist and snatched her sandal out of her hand. "I have had it with your freaking attitude! Shinji and the others should have taught you proper manners!"
The now-angry Substitute grabbed Hiyori by the back of her red jacket, yanking her into the air. "Hey! The fuck are you doing?!" Her eyes widened when she saw Ichigo haul back with his arm.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Ichigo liked to think of himself as a gentleman who wouldn't hit a woman but Hiyori had this coming for a long time ever since she attacked him when he showed up at the Vizard's hideout. He swatted Hiyori with her sandal, giving her a little of her own medicine.
By the time he was finished, Hiyori was dangling there dazed, her cheeks sore from being smacked with her own sandal. Letting go of her, Ichigo watched her crumple to the ground and let her sandal fall out of his hand. The sandal landed on her head and he turned around and walked away, leaving Hiyori lying on the ground limply.
Hiyori didn't move for several minute as she came to terms with what just happened. Slowly she picked herself up off the ground. "Damn, that stings…" She rubbed her sore cheeks, looking at the direction Ichigo walked away in. "That bastard!" She walked into a nearby alley and punched the side of the dumpster, leaving a large dent in it while she seethed with anger. "How dare he! First he knocks me to the ground then he hits me with my own sandal! That bastard!" She punched the dumpster again, making the dent even bigger.
The anger Hiyori felt faded after a moment and she calmed down. In its place she felt something different and it made her pause. 'Why do I feel so…pleased?' She wasn't happy to be hit; she wasn't a masochist like Ichigo's Arrancar friend, Nelliel. However, Ichigo's attitude and the way he stood up to her sparked something inside of Hiyori, making her feel something towards Ichigo that she'd never felt before.
Kisuke, Shinji and the Vizards always took Hiyori's attitude and let her walk all over them. Shinji especially was nothing more than a glorified punching bag for Hiyori as far as the short blonde was concerned. She'd even dismissed Ichigo as a spineless coward when they first met after he refused to try and Hollowfy at her command. Obviously the teen had grown a spine since that fateful day, although Hiyori should have learned her lesson not to poke the tiger.
This was the first time that someone didn't roll over for Hiyori. Instead of just taking the hit or avoiding her, Ichigo treated her like an equal and fought back. Hiyori started to blush at the implications. "Oh geez…I think…I kinda like Ichigo!" she confessed in the empty alleyway.
Realizing that Kisuke's shop was in the direction Ichigo was heading in, Hiyori decided it was best to strike while the iron was hot and act on her feelings…
An hour later…
Deep in the underground training chamber beneath Kisuke's little candy shop, Ichigo practiced using his newly recreated Zangetsu. Although his fight against Ginjo had gone well, he still needed to get reacquainted with his Zanpakuto's new shape and size.
He felt a little proud of himself for putting Hiyori in her place. After dealing with her constant abuse when he was training with the Vizards, it felt good to give the cocky blonde a taste of her own medicine. "About time someone did. Shinji and the others were never going to do it…" he said to himself as he continued his practice swings.
Ichigo was interrupted, however, when he was suddenly kicked in the behind. The surprise attack caused him to stumble forward. "Yow! What the-"
"That was for hitting me, you jerk!"
Whirling around, the Substitute Soul Reaper found the feisty blonde standing behind him, a cocky smirk on her face while she crossed her arms. "Hiyori! What the hell? Why are you here?"
"I come here all the time. It's a good place to think and be alone." Hiyori walked up next to Ichigo. Looking down at her, Ichigo couldn't help but notice her blushing face as she struggled not to look the Substitute in the eye. "So…uh…you come here often?"
"Not after I got my powers back." Ichigo turned his back to the short blonde. "Look, if you need to be alone, I can go over to the other side and try not to be so loud."
Knowing that Ichigo would not be able to take a hint, Hiyori decided to drop the subtlety and go for a more direct approach. "How about a fight?"
"Huh?"
Ichigo turned around, only to find that Hiyori had her zanpakuto in hand, unsheathing it. The cocky Vizard smirked at the Substitute. "It's been a while since we fought. I want to see how strong you are. Don't think your Inner Hollow is going to get you out another pounding."
The girl's challenge didn't phase Ichigo one bit. "Fine. If you want more of what I gave you earlier, I'm down."
Hiyori didn't stop grinning. "And the winner gets to fuck the loser."
"Huh? What do-"
With a burst of speed, Hiyori leapt into the air, bringing her sword down onto Ichigo and making him block with his Zangetsu. Ichigo had little time to think about Hiyori's little stipulation. Her strikes came at him hard and fast. "Butcher him: Kubikiri Orochi!" Ichigo saw her sword grow larger into a serrated saw and she started to come at him harder.
But for all of Hiyori's bluster, Ichigo was still the better fight. Her initial blitz and his rusty skills caused him to be caught off guard at the start of their little spar, constantly being pushed back. But the pendulum started to swing the other way after a minute of Ichigo going on defense. Gritting his teeth, Ichigo started to push back and retaliate.
Hiyori gasped when she realized it was now her on the defensive. She backed up as she tried to block Ichigo's heavy strikes. This was nothing like when they previously fought. The short blonde had underestimated just how strong Ichigo had become since he left the Vizards' tutelage. "Ngh!"
With a decisive swing, Ichigo turned his blade around and slammed the dull side of Zangetsu into the side of Hiyori, knocking her to the ground. Her large zanpakuto slipped out of her hands and clattered along the rocks as she lay still. "Crap! Hiyori! Are you okay!" Ichigo tried not to hit her too hard but the Substitute did not know his own strength anymore.
The girl laid on her side, her back to Ichigo as she laid on the floor of the training chamber, coughing for breath. Afraid he'd smashed her ribs, Ichigo ran over to her and reached to pick her up. "Crap! I better get her to Orihime. I only hope she's not a work!"
The Substitute was in the middle of picking her up in his strong arms when Hiyori turned her head and looked up at the teen. "What the hell are you waiting for? You've got a girl whose down to fuck and you aren't going to take it?"
"Wh-what?!"
Seeing Ichigo's face turn cherry red, Hiyori simply grinned. "If you don't shut up and take me, I'll put my mask on and beat the crap out of you again. Then I'll take you myself and then I'll tell everybody you lost your V card after I shoved my zanpakuto up your ass because you too much of a sissy!"
Gritting his teeth, Ichigo realized that Hiyori had been playing him; the image of all of his friends laughing at him for losing his virginity in such a way rankled him fierce, especially thinking about Renji and Kenpachi's reaction.
Taking the bait, Ichigo wrapped his hand around the back of Hiyori's head and pulled her forward, crashing their lips together. Ichigo never imagined he'd give his first kiss to Hiyori of all people but he didn't care. The kiss was awkward and clumsy but neither really cared. Hiyori was over the moon as she locked lips with the Substitute, her hands clutching his Shihakusho as she deepened the kiss.
Soon their tongues started to get involved. "Mmmmh!" Hiyori lewdly sucked on Ichigo's tongue while the Substitute laid her back down on the hard ground. The Vizard's greedy hands went to the sash keeping his outfit together.
Ichigo shrugged out of his top before he decided to match Hiyori's horniness. Sitting Hiyori up, the teen ripped off her red jacket before he pulled her white shirt over her head. Despite her childish attitude, Ichigo had to remind himself that Hiyori was as old as Rukia if not older. Staring at her B-cup breasts, Ichigo pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his lips around her nipple, the girl already aroused from making out with him.
"Nghhh!" Hiyori dragged her nails across his back, wanting to get as big a reaction as she could. Ichigo sucked on her breasts, nibbling on it with his teeth to earn a groan from the feisty girl. However, it wasn't long before he couldn't ignore the bulge in his pants anymore.
Hiyori yelped as she was shoved off of Ichigo's lap, the topless girl looking up as Ichigo stood up and let his Hakama fall to the ground. Her brown eyes widened she found herself face to face with the teen's cock. "Fuck, was your dad a breeding stud?!" gaped the blonde as she stared at Ichigo's nine-inch member.
"It's what you wanted. Remember that."
"Mmmmh!" Hands grabbed Hiyori's head and the bratty ex-Soul Reaper found herself unable to speak from the cock in her mouth.
Ichigo fucked Hiyori's face, enjoying the gagging and choking sounds she made. He never considered himself to be a sadist but feeling Hiyori choke on his cock after all the crap she's given him was so good. "Fuck…"
"Mmmmh!" Hiyori relaxed her throat and let Ichigo do as he pleased with her mouth, eagerly becoming his cock sleeve. His girth was so big that her jaw felt sore and her tongue was flattened. The smell and taste of his cock made her pussy grow wet, her panties becoming soaked.
Ichigo pushed her head down until her chin touched his balls before pulling back, enjoying the sight of the cocky girl panting for breath, drool running down her chin. "That…all…you got?" choked Hiyori, her smile returning to her.
Growling with aroused anger, Ichigo pushed her onto her back and grabbed her pants. Ripping off her shoes, Ichigo pulled down her pants and her panties, leaving her lying before him in her birthday suit. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Hiyori put her cocky grin back on her face. "Well? Are you going to wuss out like a sissy? So much for being a big bad man-FUCK!"
Hiyori threw her head back when Ichigo slammed his cock into her wet pussy. The small Vizard girl went rigid as her womanhood was stretched wide. Never in her long life had she ever felt so full. She'd gotten drunk a few times and fooled around with several men back when she was Kisuke's lieutenant, but Ichigo put all of them to shame. Ichigo grunted from the tight, wet heat that wrapped around his long length. He gripped her thin waist as he pushed all the way inside the bratty girl. "What was that you were saying?"
"Fuck…me…" panted Hiyori, sensation surging from her brain all the way down to her toes. She'd never felt so full in her entire life.
"If you insist."
"Kya! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Every plunge of Ichigo's manhood got a new sound out of her. She felt him hit the door to her womb every time he bottomed out. The cocky girl felt her mind going numb. Ichigo put her legs on his shoulders and leaned forward to put her in a mating press, trapping the arrogant Vizard between him and the hard ground at her back. "Ahh! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH OH OH! OH!"
The silly expression Hiyori was making as he fucked her senseless made Ichigo feel pride. Gripping her soft thighs, Ichigo reared his hips and started to fuck her even harder, the lewd sound of their bodies slapping together mixing with Hiyori's loud moans and echoing throughout the empty chamber. Hiyori reached up and grabbed Ichigo's arms, digging her nails into him as if to lock him into place and keep him from ending the mating press.
"Ngh! Fuck!" Sweat started to drip down Ichigo's naked back. Every slide into Hiyori's tight depths only made him want to fuck her more, her hole gripping him tighter as he bottomed her out.
Hiyori was seeing stars. Every slam of Ichigo's cock made her body tighten up. Her stomach clenched as if a coil was winding up inside of her. "Fuuuuck!" She threw her head back, banging it against the hard ground beneath her but she was too enraptured by the pleasure in her loins to care all that much. Her eyes squeezed shut as the tension inside of her reached a boiling point. "Fuck! I'm…oh god! I'm cumming!"
The tightness around Ichigo's cock grew into a strong vice, choking the teen's manhood. Ichigo watched as Hiyori's face twisted with absolute ecstasy as she climaxed hard, the ground beneath them becoming soaked from her squirting juices. Ichigo pulled out and silenced Hiyori with another deep kiss, the girl wrapping her arms and legs around him while he plundered her mouth with his hot tongue.
After a few seconds Hiyori regained her senses and bit down on Ichigo's shoulder, making him yelp. "What's…the matter? Lost steam?" huffed the still-horny Vizard.
"You tell me." Ichigo slapped her belly with his cock, which was still hard since he hadn't cum yet.
"Good. Let's make it interesting."
Ichigo was a little worried how someone like Hiyori wanted to spice it up after being fucked into the ground. But he was just as horny as she was and was too far in to back out now. "How so?"
Grinning, Hiyori pushed Ichigo away and stood up on her knees. Putting a hand on her face, Hiyori swiped the air and summoned her Hollow mask. "I hope you didn't lose your mask along with your balls."
Getting what Hiyori was wanting to do, Ichigo responded in kind. He knew that he still had his Hollowfication but had not had the chance to use his mask until now. "You do realize that my Hollow side isn't really fond of you," he pointed out. He remembered his Inner Hollow taking over and choking Hiyori during their first confrontation.
Pushing her mask to the side of her head, Hiyori smirked with her darkened eyes. "So?"
Smirking back, Ichigo decided to give the girl what she wanted. Putting his hand in front of his face, Ichigo summoned his Hollow mask for the first time in seventeen months. Unlike when he faced Aizen, he no longer feared his Hollow self so he was able to manifest his mask in full.
Hiyori blinked in surprise when she saw Ichigo's new mask. She didn't know about the change that'd occurred when he fought Ulquiorra but just the sight of it filled her with both dread and excitement. "Heheh, I guess your Hollow is horny too," she teased as she noted the horns on the side of his head.
However, Hiyori had little time to laugh. Now strengthened by his Hollowfication, Ichigo grabbed Hiyori and stood up. The two Hollowfied Soul Reapers entered a light struggle for dominance, the masked naked duo grabbed each other's hands and began pushing against each other to try to get the advantage. Unfortunately for Hiyori, despite her renewed strength from her Hollow mask, she was still no match for Ichigo.
Ichigo pushed her back until Hiyori was pressed against a large boulder. Hiyori put a hand on Ichigo's chest to try and push him away but Ichigo simply grabbed her by the throat, giving her a hard squeeze to keep her still. "Nghh!" Hiyori wasn't much of a fan of being choked but Ichigo dominating her and reminding her of her place was turning her on.
Keeping her still with one hand at her throat, Ichigo lifted her leg up with his free hand and slid his little zanpakuto back into its new, tight sheath. "Fuck…" growled the horny Ichigo behind his mask, stretching Hiyori's pink pussy all the way to the folds once again.
Hiyori's arms hung limply by her side, moaning like a total bitch behind her mask. "So…fucking…big!" she grunted in between moans. Ichigo pressed himself against her, her back digging into the hard rock behind her. Ichigo raised her leg higher to let him fuck her at a more intimate angle.
Leaning close, Ichigo pressed their masked foreheads together, looking into her eyes. "You like that? You like getting fucked like a bitch?" He wanted to hear the impudent girl admit who was her better.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"Well?!" Ichigo let go of her throat to pinch her tits, making her squeal from the stinging pain in her tit.
"I love it! I love being your bitch!" cried out Hiyori, tears of pained joy leaking out from behind her mask. "Fuck me! Ah! Fuck me harder! Make me your bitch! Break me!"
Satisfied, Ichigo pulled her away from the boulder and reached around to grab her ass, finding it to be plumper than he'd ever imagined. Lifting her up, Ichigo let her wrap her arms and legs around him before he bounced her up and down on his cock. Now fully becoming Ichigo's cocksleeve, Hiyori threw her head back and moaned her loudest as Ichigo fucked her senseless. Being dominated was the ultimate turn on for Hiyori, so much so that it didn't take long for Ichigo to bring the bitch to climax again. "Fuuuuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Ah! Ahhh!"
Once again the ground beneath Ichigo's feet became soaked with her juices. Feeling her tighten around him once again pushed Ichigo to the end of his rope. "Ngh! I'm…cumming too! Ah!"
Pushing Hiyori down until he'd stuffed every inch of him into her small pussy, Ichigo let it all out. Since this was the first time he'd ever came in his Soul Reaper form, he had no idea just how much cum he could let out. Hiyori's darkened eyes rolled into the back of her head as her pussy was flooded with cum. Her head tilted back while Ichigo pumped her full, so full in fact that her belly started to bloat a little.
Panting and tired, Ichigo pulled out of his cocksleeve, cum leaking out of her gaping cunt. His legs wobbling, Ichigo sat down on his discarded Shihakusho and held Hiyori close. He removed his mask and pulled Hiyori's off her face. The silly expression he found when he removed her mask made him chuckle. It was hard to think this was the girl who'd given him so much grief. "Had enough?"
Ichigo didn't get an answer for a full minute. When Hiyori's eyes blinked back into focus, she threw her arms around Ichigo's neck and gave him a sloppy kiss. "Nope. I want you to fuck me more," she begged.
"And if I don't want to?"
"Then I'll just tell Kisuke and Shinji that you couldn't get it up when I made a pass at you."
The mask came back on Ichigo's face. "Okay, now you're REALLY asking for it, bitch!"
Grinning, Hiyori summoned her mask back to her face. "Damn right I am! Now fuck this bitch!"
The cycle started up once again. It would be hours before they finally ran out of steam, all the while Kisuke and Yoruichi were up in the shop wondering why the hell the ground kept shaking…
To be continued…