Rating: M for sexual content .....not exactly crucial to the plot so if you don't like smut feel free to skip this chapter....
Spoilers: None in this chapter i don't think
Summary: Some people would call Yoruichi emotionally detached but Urahara knows better..
Special thanks to Lanny for helping me when I got stuck and everyone who commented the first chapter XD
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own em
This is my first attempt at smut so…..
Yoruichi’s mind woke up long before her body. Sunlight filled the room and warmed her skin and even with her eyes closed she could tell that this was not the early morning sunlight that she normally woke up to; this was early afternoon sunlight.
‘Have I really slept that late?’ she thought, ‘and what is that delicious smell?’
She sniffed the air, eyes still closed, ‘It smells like…..bacon!’
That was enough to wake her up completely. She put on Kisuke’s shirt which had been thrown on the ground the night before.
He sensed her entering the room.
“Yare, yare aren’t you up early?” he said facing the stove, “I’m making us breakfast Yoru-san!” he added cheerfully.
“Yes I can see that.” She said sitting on the counter next to him. The smell of food had made her hungry and a hungry Yoruichi was not a happy Yoruichi.
He walked over to stand between her legs and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked
“Wonderfully.” She replied kissing him.
Kisuke had just deepened the kiss when they both began to smell smoke.
“Shit!” he muttered as he quickly tried to put out the flames with a dish towel, failing miserably as the dish towel caught on fire and all his fanning only served to fuel the fire.
Yoruichi shook her head and sighed, grabbing the spray nozzle from the sink and putting the fire out almost instantly. Urahara just stood with his eyebrows as high up as they could possibly go (not that you could see them behind the brim of his ridiculous hat) and his eyes opened wide, but he quickly recovered walking over to her.
“Now where were we?” he asked about to embrace her when she pushed him away.
“You,” she said, “were just about to fix my breakfast."
"Oh....right.” He said (sweat drop).
A few minutes later, they were sitting at Kisuke’s kitchen table and Yoruichi had cleaned her plate in a matter of seconds.
“Where is everyone?” she asked after a while.
“Tessai has taken the little ones to the beach for the weekend,” Kisuke said pleasantly “so we have the house to ourselves.”
“Oh really? ”, Yoruichi asked grinning mischievously, “Whatever shall we do?” she batted her eyelashes at him.
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something.” He chuckled.
“Was that enough food for you?” he asked with a rather mischievous twinkle in his eye, “I know how my kitty-cat loves to eat.”
Yoruichi hissed at him.
“I’m still hungry,” she said walking over to him, “but not for food.” She purred the last part into his ear as she straddled him.
He kissed her on her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth, exploring. She knocked his hat off of his head as they broke apart for air, “I hate that thing.” She muttered against his lips and then their tongues were dancing again in a heated passion as she ran her hands along his chest.
His lips trailed their way down her neck and she tilted her head to the side to allow him better access. She moaned slightly as he nipped at the spot where her neck and shoulder met and he dropped his hands to her thighs. He gripped them tighter as she rocked back and forth. Her hands then fell lower, unbuttoning Kisuke’s shirt.
“So soon?” he grinned
“Shut up” Yoruichi gasped as she trapped his lips with hers once more.
Kisuke laid her out on the table and he started tugging at her (his) shirt, hardening in an instant and moaning slightly when he realized that she hadn’t bothered with underwear. Once the shirt was tossed on the floor yet again he stopped for a moment to admire her body. Yoruichi rolled her eyes and pulled him closer by his waistband.
“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” She said.
“That doesn’t make it any less beautiful.” He replied.
She made quick work of unzipping his pants and once they were out of the way she took him into her hands sending an involuntary shiver down his spine and she flashed him that cat-like grin as she started stroking him.
He was just about to lose it when he grabbed her hand.
“Your turn.” He said with a smirk, waggling his eyebrows.
He laid her out on the table once more and ran his hands down her body. “Kisuke.” She moaned as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it. She had one hand tangled in his hair as he teased her.
Kisuke’s lips were on the move again trailing soft kisses down her stomach to her navel where he stopped long enough to flick his tongue out against her skin and then down between her legs where he flicked his tongue out again over her sensitive nub causing her to shudder and growl his name.
He began sucking and nipping her nub as he slowly slid two of his fingers inside her, she moaned loudly and he began to quicken his pace. Her breath was coming out in short gasps and she arched her back, he knew she was close, her walls clenched around his fingers and all of a sudden he grinned and stopped what he was doing, pulling away from her.
Yoruichi gave a groan of frustration and confusion as to why he had stopped and then she looked up into his face and scowled at the evil grin she found there.
“No way.” She said.
Kisuke just grinned at her. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She glared at him.
All of a sudden, Urahara ran away laughing maniacally.
“DAMN YOU KISUKE!!!” she shouted, she was livid.
‘This means war,’ she thought, ‘Urahara Kisuke, I’m going to make you regret this…’
Ok so how was it? Loved it? Hated it? Was the ending too confusing? Let me know….also I have no idea how Yoruichi is going to get Kiusuke back but its gotta be good lol all suggestions are welcomed.
Not sure when the next update will be but I’ll try to get it to yehz a.s.a.p