Yoruichi's POV
As I approached him from behind, I could see he was lost in deep thought again.
I slipped my arms around his broad shoulders, feeling the strength beneath my fingertips, and slowly slid them down to cradle his neck. I pressed myself against him, my breasts pressing into his back, nipples brushing against him, aching for attention.
I whispered in his ear.
"Well… you can have a taste. If you want."
He didn't respond, still buried in thought, and that only made my pulse quicken. My face so close, an idea sparked in me. A slow, wicked smirk spread across my lips.
Deliberately, I traced my tongue along the edge of his ear, tasting the smooth warmth of him. The skin was soft, intoxicating, sweeter than I expected. I lingered, circling, teasing, feeling my own desire coil tighter with each second.
Then his low murmur reached me, velvet and amused.
"Aren't you a bad kitty?"
He turned his head, and our eyes met. His dark gaze had shifted, glowing faintly—ruby, molten and alive. That smile of his—slow, knowing—sent heat through me.
"Shouldn't you wear this first? Aren't you cold?" he asked.
Before me, he materialized a large black hoodie—the same one he was wearing—its presence heavy, protective, yet intimate. I wanted to tease, to push, so I challenged him.
"Why don't you wear it for me?"
I shifted in front of him, sliding into his lotus stance. His crossed legs spread beneath me, and I sank onto them, red pussy exposed just for him. My thighs pressed against his, every nerve screaming with the friction and proximity.
He looked into my eyes, then down at me, hunger lighting his features. My feet rested lightly against him, and I felt the unmistakable swell of him hardening beneath me.
I smirked, heart racing.
"What? Want a taste already?"
He mirrored my grin.
"Well, Mrs. Kitty, there's something I need to tell you first. My stepmom said every girl I come into contact with must meet her. I can't really say no."
He widened the hoodie and pulled it over my head, commanding my hands through the sleeves. I rolled my eyes, playful and teasing.
"Just your jealous stepmother? Fufufu… don't worry. If it's just permission, I do as I please."
He chuckled softly.
"Look at you. Such a wild cat."
He guided my arms into the sleeves, adjusting the fabric until it cloaked my naked body completely. His deep voice, low and intimate, asked:
"Was it cold?"
I chuckled softly, pressing myself closer. Not cold—just… hungry. Arms wrapped around his neck, I whispered, teasing:
"Why don't you make it warmer?"
He laughed, deep and slow.
"Aren't you moving fast? We just met yesterday."
I raised an eyebrow, the fire in me growing.
"Oh? So you're not taking responsibility? You've seen everything—my breasts, my pussy, my whole body!"
I leaned closer, voice husky.
"You better take responsibility. We have plenty of time… inside and out, exploring every inch."
He tilted his head, confused, almost shy.
"Wait… how did this become my fault?"
Childlike hesitation. That innocence stoked my heat further. I leaned in and kissed him, soft at first, tasting him fully, my lips sliding over his. Hunger built. I opened my mouth, claiming his lips, threading my tongue with his, tracing every ridge of his teeth.
Then his mouth shifted. A new force rushed to meet me—his tongue, wet and probing, coiling like a living thing, entwining with mine. Saliva, warmth, and fire ignited between us. Every flick, every wet stroke stirred my blood, drew shivers down my spine.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My hands clutched the back of his head, nails digging into him, unwilling to let go. Every inch of our bodies pressed together, trembling, slick with our shared heat.
Our mouths devoured each other. Tongues tangled, teeth brushed, saliva dripped, sticky and slick, marking our necks, our chests, our skin. Bite after bite, lick after lick, consuming, tasting, needing.
I was intoxicated. My body burned, a furnace of want. My fingers raked through his hair as our kiss deepened, more desperate, more primal. Breath mixed, heat flowed, every nerve alive. Darkness, chaos, the world above—it all disappeared. There was only him. Only this.
His fingers teased along my spine, sparking and shivering through me. I tried to moan, but my lips were claimed, sealed, owned. Every nerve screaming, every cell alive, begging, needing, consuming.
Then—the harsh echo of voices from above. Someone approaching. The spell shattered. The moment paused. Someone was coming.