Berries and Bimbos and Boobs, Oh My


The pounding on the door startles Ichigo awake next to me as I grumble, pull him closer and bury my face in his side. Somebody starts yelling through the door that we need to get up and eat, but food can eat a dick at this point. I'm tired and comfortable and snuggling a very hot man. A very hot man currently shifting uncomfortably.

Oh yeah. I'm naked.

With a small smirk on my lips, I pull him back down onto the bed so I can spoon him from behind. If only he didn't have those damn boxers on. A nuisance easily remedied.

There's a small squeak that comes from him when he realizes what's happening and he quickly tries to pull them back up, only to lose the tug of war battle. A little more awake now, I cant help but grin wider as I toss them off to some distant corner of the room.

Kissing the back of his neck I slowly start tracing abstract lines up the inside of his thigh, enjoying the light shudder I get in return. "Shiro..." he manages to get out as I get closer to what I really want. "We shouldn't..."

"They'll live for ten minutes."

"That's not what I-" he's cut off by a sudden gasp as I finally grab hold of his morning...problem. "Meant," he manages to finish, one hand laced with the one I have wrapped around his chest while the other tightly grips my wrist as if to stop me.

"Then what did you mean," I tease as he leans his head back against my shoulder, his breathing a little shorter.

"I..." he struggles to focus, a slight blush adorning his features. "It's embarrassing..."

"Because having my dick in your mouth wasn't?" I ask teasingly, trailing light kisses down the side of his neck before finding a nice place to mark. He tries several times to reply, face turned away in either embarrassment or easy access. So I decide to help him out. "Did you like it?"

His blush deepens and he bites his lip. I start stroking faster before continuing, "You looked like you did. Do you like thinking about it Ichi?" His breathing speeds up with each stroke as I trail my free hand down his hot body to play with the orange curls. "How long have you been thinking about it, hm? Going down on me. Having your lips wrapped around my dick and making me cum."

The imagery seems to be helping him along nicely, his breath hitching as I turn to nibble at his ears. Picking up the pace, I twist my hand in the same motion he had last night and he starts thrusting into my hand as the other finally finds his balls.

Deciding to see if he has any of the same...spots as I do, I let a couple fingers dance along the crease between his thigh and groin, grinning triumphantly as he gasps, "Oh god...Shiro..." and arches into the touch.

It's a strange sort of feeling, having someone touch there, I know. Especially the first time. It's not a bad one, mind you. Just...odd. It feels good while at the same time feeling ticklish. Which you'd think would be kind of a turn off. Clearly neither of us were wired to think so.

And he so obviously enjoys it I can't seem to deny him. He reaches up to touch my face as he turns his to bring me into another of his deliciously sweet and needy kisses. Don't get me wrong, I like his cute little pecks too. But nothing compares to the way it feels to have his full lips pressed against mine, the way his inexperienced tongue twines with mine and the way he quietly moans into my mouth.

Jesus Christ there's no way in hell I'm getting out of this without a boner of my own.

Feeling him grip my wrist harder and the way his balls are starting to tighten I can tell he's close. "You'll have to let me have a taste of you next time," I whisper, watching as his body begins to shake in anticipation. "Think about all the ways I could get you off like that."

That sends him over the edge as he shudders in my arms before going limp. I gently kiss his neck before cleaning him up. It takes him a couple minutes to regain the ability to stand and I can't help but snicker as I pull a pair of boxers on. He scowls at me as I wrap my arms around him and kiss the tip of is nose.

He playfully slaps at me before picking up his own pair of boxers and putting them on. I smack his ass in reply. A small squeak is my response as he scowls at me with that adorable little blush.

I just pull on a pair of pants before making my way to the bathroom and then the front of the bar. Ichigo follows soon after, fully dressed to my disappointment. Fortunately he doesn't seem quite so disappointed by what he sees and that blush returns at all the catcalls we're suddenly getting. Szayel brings up something or other about his extensive...toy collection and it's all I can do to only flip him off. I've seen that collection. Those things are not toys. They look like something that might tear you a new one if you aren't careful.

Ichigo looks confused but I don't particularly care to explain.

"But I've been experimenting!" he claps cheerfully.

"No! The last time you handed me an experimental anything I was regrowing hair in uncomfortable places and I've got a scar! On my ass!" Ichigo snickers beside me at that as Szayel tries to defend himself. "It's not funny," I grumble.

"Of course not," he mocks. "That poor cute butt of yours."

"Hey, you're the one staring," I shrug. "So if my ass is fucked up you gotta live with it."

"I think I can do that," he chuckles.

"I know I can," I smirk, smacking his butt again. His blush starts up again with all the catcalls. He finally pulls up a seat as Stark starts handing out breakfast. And ibuprofen to those who need it. Nobody else is allowed anywhere near the kitchen but the cooks. We'd all end up dead otherwise. Like having Boobzilla and Ditzy cook. They might even lose the bar in the process...

Somebody would not make it out alive. And I have a strong feeling it would mean two less breasticles in the world.

As everybody finishes up Ichigo's given a tour around the place and I get stuck helping with the clean up. Not that I mind so much. I usually end up working while I'm here anyways. How do you think I make any money?

Harribel sends some off to stock the fridge and shelves for the night while the others are volunteered for clean up duty out on the floor. Ichigo, of course, is a guest and will be given no such part in such a tiring, brutal task. And only Harrible could make it so. He's more than amused when she tries to make me put on the spare apron she's got lying around. I may be a maid, but there's no way in hell I'm dressing the part. I'd ruin the fantasy for everyone who's ever liked maids forever. Send them to psych wards. Psychs are about to make a lot more money.

When everything's set for the night, we can finally relax before really getting to work. Hopefully Ichigo won't get too bored sitting around for the night. He'll have access to all the alcohol he could ever want, but not too many people will be around to entertain him. Guess that means I'm going to have to make it up to him.

I'm given my uniform about fifteen minutes to opening as Stark clears up Ichigo's confusion. When I come back out in my black button up shirt and slacks I swear he just about passed out. Maybe I really do make everything look fabulous.

Nah. Monkey in a suit. Or psych ward worthy mental scars.

The music starts up and everybody takes their place as the doors open. Tables, dance floor, and bar all quickly filling up as hookers and waiters alike all set out to do our parts.

As usual business only gets busier as the night progresses and I manage to make as many passes at Ichigo as possible, but duty calls. And I'd like to keep my place and be able to eat for the next month or so.

A couple people try to make a pass at me through the night, but Harribel's commenting quickly turns them away. Never have I been so glad to have a terrifying hooker come to my rescue.

Ichigo heads off to the back about one or two and I don't make it off until about five or six. By that time he's already fast asleep and I'm pretty much dead on my feet. Stripping out of my sweaty work clothes I manage to take a quick shower before sliding in behind Ichigo and pulling him closer as I quickly pass out.

I'm half woken up a few hours later by Ichigo trying to shift out of my grip and off the bed. Refusing to let go of my warm, sexy pillow I just hug him closer before he tells me he needs to piss and I let him go. He comes back soon after and lets me wrap around him as I fall back asleep.

Again there's loud banging at the door and yelling to get up. Only this time the space next to me is empty and cold. Frowning, I rub the sleep from my eyes and find Ichigo's not even in the room. Must have gotten up a while ago.

This morning's routine is much the same as yesterday's but Harribel tells me my shift isn't going to run all night this time. That was rare. Not that I'm complaining. That means I actually get some time with my sexy little boyfriend tonight.

Speaking of which, Ichigo seems to light up at the news. Guess he missed me last night. I know I wasn't particularly fond of not getting any alone time with him. Apart from our early morning adventure I mean.

Eagerly awaiting the return of my uniform, Ichigo's practically bouncing in his seat as he waits for me to go off and change. Jesus. If he likes it that much he can have the damn shirt. I certainly wouldn't mind seeing him in it. And by that I mean doing him in it.

Once Harribel gets everyone working again and the bar opens up for another late night, I manage to steal a perfectly good kiss before heading off to serve the horny men and women too prideful to just sit in the shower and jack off for a night.

Yammi's the one to inform me my shift is over, which just never seemed to be soon enough as I brought order after order to drunk after drunk.

Tossing my things behind the counter of the bar I quickly grab Ichigo and make for the back rooms, kissing the ever loving hell out of him as I kick the door closed. He seems a little shocked at first but is very eager to reply in kind.

"You know you make that uniform look hot," he says when he finally manages to break away.

"You sure it's not the uniform making me look hot?" I tease. He chuckles and shakes his head. "I'd much rather see you in it."

He blushes at that and starts playing with one of the buttons.

"Aw, you don't want to wear it?" I asked, feigning hurt.

He rolls his eyes at me and says, "I much rather like the way it looks on you," as he runs his hands down the front of my chest. I must admit, it feels nice to have him touch me that way. As he runs his hands back up he pauses at the top button and hesitates.

Instinctively I place a chaste kiss on his lips and ask him what's wrong, only to be met with a bright red blush. I can't help but smirk and reply, "Somebody's thinking dirty thoughts," in a singsong voice as his blush deepens. "Oh, you are. Seems like I'm not the only pervert in the relationship," I chuckle.

He scowls at me before slowly starting to undo the buttons, touching everything he can along the way. I reach behind me and lock the door, leading us both to the bed as I kiss him hungrily. God he makes me horny. And I don't think I'm the only one seeing as suddenly my clothes are disappearing faster. Which only prompts me to return the favor.

Ichigo moans at the feeling of skin against skin as I trail kisses down to his chest, stopping at some very good looking nipples. Those aren't getting out of this scot-free. He gasps at the feeling, digging his fingers into my hair as one hand continues and my mouth heads south again.

Coming to the hem of his boxers I can hear his breath hitch as I toy with him through the fabric. I chuckle as I pull them down and kiss at his hip. "What do you want me to do, Ichi?"

He sits up on his elbows looking down at me, eyes half-lidded as he bucks his hips. I just quirk a brow at him and continue what I was doing, kissing everywhere else. Whining in frustration he falls back on the bed, blush covering his face as he hides away in the crook of his arm. "Want you to suck me," he says quietly. I almost didn't catch it.

"Hm? What was that?" I tease as I slowly start stroking him. He gasps and raises his hips to the touch.

When he manages to clear some thought he repeats it again, louder. I smirk and kiss the head of his dick and back off as he tries to get more. "Please," he begs.

"Please what, Ichigo?"

Frustrated, he gets fed up with the teasing and finally tells me, "Please, Shiro! I want you to suck me off!"

There's a twitching in my pants at that and I smirk before finally just taking as much as I can in. He gasps above me, bucking his hips and I manage to pull back enough so I don't choke. I don't care who you are, you get puke on you're dick it's just time to end the party forever.

He digs his fingers into my hair again as I start sucking, building up pressure and finding all of his sensitive spots. The obvious ones and the not so obvious ones. Ichigo seems to be having a little trouble breathing as I do so but he's not complaining so I'm not stopping.

Gripping the sheets he seems surprised by what I could do with my tongue. I can hear him moaning my name as I pick up the pace and make those twisting motions he seems to like so much. He's already starting to shake in anticipation and I can't help but feel proud that I'm doing this to him. Me. No one else.

It finally sends him over the edge when I touch that spot where his thigh and his hips meet, pulsing in my mouth as it all drains out of him. The somewhat familiar taste fills my mouth as I swallow it and pull off, smirking at Ichigo's prone form.

Kissing his forehead I throw on pants before quickly going off to wash my hands (don't particularly want them smelling like dick) and retrieve a soda. I learned pretty quickly that soda will kill the taste of anything in your mouth pretty fast. Not that it tastes bad. I just assume he doesn't want to be tasting his own jizz.

When I come back, soda can already half empty, Ichigo's managed to clean up and put his boxers back on. Other than that it looks like he'll be out of it for another little while and I can't help but smile knowing I could do that to him.

He motions for me to join him, which I do swiftly after setting down the soda. Curling up he kisses me before we wrap our arms around each other. "You're good at that," he mumbles into my shoulder, trying to hide his obvious blush.

I laugh at that. "You were pretty damn good yourself. Considering you're a virgin and all," I teased. I get a small chuckle at that as he huddles closer. Leaning behind me I pick up a pair of his boxers and hand them to him. He gives me a funny look and I tell him, "If you don't want them I won't complain."

He flushes bright red at that and snatches them up, quickly putting them on.

"You're really going to be embarrassed now?" I laugh. He smacks my arm in response. "I could always walk around naked if you prefer," I reply suggestively.

He looks up at me, his face deadpan, completely ruined by the fact that his blush still hasn't faded. Oh, he's thinking about it. Pretty hard too. Can't say he'd be complaining though. Especially after these past couple days. Not that nudity is even an option for me anymore with his friends always around.

Maybe I could get them to leave if I wander around naked long enough. Bet that'd make them uncomfortable. I hope Zan's girlfriend doesn't get the wrong idea when how was your day comes up. My ass has enough scars already without the added fury of a woman. And I'd rather keep my ass, considering that's all Ichigo seems to stare at.

Just as we're starting to drift off to sleep some drunkard comes down the hall yelling about how hookers are the work of the devil and they must cleanse themselves. Our room happens to be the only one with a closed door so where does he head?

Oh yeah.

He starts yelling and screaming for us to open the door so he can save our immortal souls. Interesting how he's drunk in a bar trying to cleanse people's souls isn't it? Never really did like radical religious people.

Unlocking the door I think the unhappy look on my face startles him because he backs up a little. When he glances inside to see Ichigo sitting up on the bed he starts going off about how homosexuality and incest is a sin. You know, because he can totally tell we're related to each other. Jesus told him so.

Or maybe it was the green fairy. Who gives a shit at this point.

"And Jesus said what about gays," is my only response.

"That they shall not lay-"

"No," I cut him off. "Quote him. Word for word. What did he say about gays."

He sits there flapping his mouth like a fish out of water and I know I have him on that front. Which is when he decides to take his backup route and start talking about incest. How Jesus said blah blah blah about it.

Tired of his bullshit I tell him, "We're not related," before knocking him out and dragging him back into the actual bar. Dgaf that I'm only in my underwear at this point. Harribel sighs and sets him off into one of the far corners where Yammi could keep an eye on him.

Half the room is starting at me by this point, others giving me or their partners dirty looks. A couple of them try to get me to dance, but they're easily ignored and blown off in favor of finding something to drink from behind the counter. I find a half empty bottle of what looks like vodka and head back to Ichigo, downing some of it along the way.

I think someone felt me up but I don't care enough as I push the door open and relock it, offering Ichigo the bottle. He shakes his head and I shrug as I continue to down more of it before laying down next to him. We'll have to head back to the other world of chaos tomorrow so I'm going to enjoy this as long as I possibly can.


Ok, so RedFaerie has dropped the rewrite in Ichigo's pov. If any of you have any interest in taking it and running with it, let me know and I can help out as much as possible.