Head In The Morning[18+]

[ One Month Later ]

Morning arrived with a soft breeze drifting through Ichigo's window. He groaned as sunlight spilled across his face and sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his neck.

' Back to school already...' He sighed and stood, pushing open the window to let in more of the fresh air. Just as he turned to grab a towel, a sudden blur of movement entered his room.

A sleek black cat landed gracefully on the floor.

Ichigo blinked, then smirked. "What brings you here, Yoruichi?"

The cat stretched, tail flicking. "I thought we were friends," she replied, leaping lightly onto his shoulder.

"We are," Ichigo said with a chuckle. "But you're back fast. I haven't even gotten the chance to miss you yet."

"Well, I got bored," she purred, brushing her cheek against his jaw. "And when that happens… I think of you."

He rolled his eyes playfully. "You thought of me because you were bored. That kinda hurts."

Ichigo walked toward the bathroom, gently setting her down before he entered.

"Wait here. I'll be done in a few minutes."

He shut the door behind him, locking it as Yoruichi narrowed her feline eyes in mock offense.

Left alone, she padded back into his room. A mischievous glint lit her eyes.

' Time to have a little fun…' she thought.

With a swirl of light, her body shimmered—and her feline form was gone. In her place, Yoruichi stood tall, bare, beautiful, and completely naked. She stretched her arms behind her head, unapologetically confident, then strolled over to his bed and dropped onto it with a soft bounce.

She hummed as she sifted under the mattress, searching for something juicy—a secret stash maybe? Dirty magazines? To her mild disappointment, she found none.

"Tch. Discreet little prude," she muttered.

Fortunately, Kon was nowhere around—off with Yuzu, no doubt. Lucky him… or unlucky.

Meanwhile, Ichigo was finishing up in the shower, water cascading down his toned frame. He already had a gut feeling about what awaited him outside.

She's definitely waiting naked, trying to surprise me, he thought, shaking his head.

He dried off, dressed halfway, and stepped out, towel still slung around his shoulders.

As he opened the door to his room, the sight that greeted him made his breath hitch.

Yoruichi lay sprawled across his bed, completely naked, legs crossed and a manga open in her hands. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sun, her body as casual as it was seductive. As soon as she noticed him, she turned on her stomach, raised her ass in the air, and gave it a playful little wiggle.

Ichigo's cock twitched instantly—but he clenched his jaw and looked away, determined not to give her the satisfaction.

He began getting dressed in silence.

Yoruichi peeked over her shoulder, her pout growing when she saw him deliberately ignoring her.

' Playing hard to get?' she thought. ' Cute.'

Not done yet, she rolled onto her back, spreading her legs with shameless ease, acting like she didn't notice the way the air shifted. But Ichigo turned around—and froze.

There she was, legs wide open, caramel thighs framing her glistening center.

His heart thudded.

Yoruichi met his stare with a wicked grin. "See anything you like?"

Ichigo exhaled slowly, voice low. "Damn it, Yoruichi…"

He turned, quietly locked the door, and looked back with hungry eyes.

"You asked for it."

She barely had time to tease again before he was already moving, climbing onto the bed, grabbing her legs and spreading them further apart. The suddenness of it made her breath hitch.

"What's this now?" she asked, still trying to play the experienced temptress despite her blush.

Ichigo leaned in, eyes locked on her glistening folds.

"I've always wondered…" he murmured, voice husky. "How a pussy cat tastes."

Yoruichi's breath caught in her throat.

He lowered his head, the heat of his breath washing over her entrance. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent—it was warm, sweet, and musky, and it made his whole body shiver.

"You like the smell?" she asked, flushed now, biting her lip.

Ichigo didn't answer. Ichigo didn't waste time.

His lips pressed gently against her folds at first, his tongue sliding slowly along her slit, tasting her. Yoruichi gasped, her back arching off the bed.

"Mmm… f-fuck…"

She hadn't expected him to be this good. Hell, she expected playful inexperience — not this deliberate, slow, confident hunger.

Ichigo latched onto her clit with perfect precision, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before sucking gently. Yoruichi moaned, the hand that had been holding the manga now forgotten, fingers digging into the bedsheets.

"You've done this before," she panted.

Ichigo glanced up, lips glistening. "No. You're my first cat."

He dove back in, tongue pushing past her slick lips, exploring her depths as if tasting every inch of her was his duty. The way he moved — slow circles, sudden flicks, deep licks — it drove her mad. Her thighs tensed around his head, trembling with every new wave of pleasure.

Yoruichi bit her knuckle to keep from moaning too loudly.

His hands gripped her thighs firmly, keeping them spread as his tongue worked faster, sloppier, wetter. Her juices coated his lips, his chin — and he didn't stop. The more she squirmed, the deeper he buried himself.

"Oh my god—Ichigo—fuck—yes—right there—"

Her voice cracked as his tongue flicked rapidly against her clit again, his lips sealing around it, sucking hard.

She came.

Hard.

Her body arched, a shudder running through her from head to toe as her orgasm hit. Her breath came in shaky gasps, her hand tangled in his hair as she rode the waves of ecstasy.

Ichigo didn't stop until her legs twitched and her thighs threatened to close in from oversensitivity. Only then did he lift his head, lips slick with her essence, eyes glowing with mischief and heat.

Yoruichi lay there, completely breathless, her body spent and her smirk lazy.

"Well…" she exhaled, "I might start getting bored more often."

Ichigo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm fine with that. Just give me a heads-up next time."

Yoruichi chuckled, propping herself up on one elbow. "Heads-up? I'm just going to show up naked again."

He grinned.

"Then I guess I better keep my tongue in shape. You should to" he said getting up to get dressed.

' This is a weird way to start my morning, though I won't complain ' he thought.

TO BE CONTINUED