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A story rated M for LEMON means Lemon Explicit Lemon.You've Been Warned!

Ichigo takes advantage of the fact that delicious Rukia is just a few steps away, sleeping in his closet.

IchixRuki RenjixTatsu

Closet Case

Chapter 1

Ichigo had never thought it would have started the way it did. They were in the far reaches of Karakura town chasing a Hollow, and Rukia was pushing it towards him, but there was another one they hadn't known about. He easily killed the first one, but the other one came up behind him and had slashed him in the back, he was knocked out. He was coming in and out of consciousness seeing Rukia fighting the hollow 5 times her size. It was raining when he finally woke up, She had pulled them under the cover of some trees, she was hurt, her leg was bleeding she had passed out in top of him, still trying to protect him until the end. The hollows were gone, but they didn't know if anymore were out there.

The top of her kimono was ripped open, he noticed it when he pulled her up to lay against him. He couldn't help but look at her small, wet perky breasts that were visible. They were wet and pale.. He began to feel torn between wanting to cover her and touch her. He covered her, finally, and held her against him, until the sun came up and the rain stopped. She was awake by then and insisted on walking with him. They had gone to Orihime's to get patched up and then it was back to their "normal" school life.

That was last week, but he couldn't stop thinking of her. It was 1 am, he couldnt sleep, again. He couldn't get rid of the image of Rukia in his arms and her cute little breasts and pink nipples. He was laying in his bed. Hands gripping and releasing the sheets. What did she think, just sitting in there, in the closet. Sure he was a good guy, but he was still a guy. He had thoughts and desires, though before, he'd never acted on them. What was she thinking? He was tossing and turning, in his mind her could see her naked and standing over him. His cock was hard, he looked down and saw it poking up against the sheets, it was calling to him, asking for, begging for attention. He tried to ignore it. But he couldn't. What if just touched it a little then maybe it would go down, he thought.

He looked over at the closet and saw the light from Rukia's cell flickering. He timidly, gradually moved his hand under the sheets. He rubbed his hand over the top of his boxers. His cock responded happily, pulsing with pleasure. He caressed himself watching the closet door. He moved his hand into his boxers feeling the heat from his cock. Wrapping his hand firmly around his member, he began stroking himself slowly, it felt so good. He didn't stop. He kept rubbing himself and looking at the closet, wondering what Rukia was doing on the other side. It was feeling too good and he turned on his side away from the door, his breathing picked up and his stroking got faster. He liked feeling himself in his hand he was imaging Rukia's nipple in his mouth and him sinking deep into her. He was moaning, trying to stay quite. And then .. in one quick flash of pleasure he was done. He looked over his shoulder at the door it was still closed, and he grabbed some tissue and cleaned up and then rolled back to the other side looking at the door and went to sleep.

At school, he tried to treat Rukia's as normal. The kind of casual friendship they had before, but he couldn't do it. He was constantly staring at her imaging her naked imaging being with her in that tight cramped closet. That night, it was the same, he was staring at the closet, his dick hard in his hand, he sat up this time and turned his back to the closet, legs crossed and stoked on himself, breathing hard and cumming to the sight of Rukia and her pink nipples just feet from him in the closet... he rolled back over looking at the closet, as he went to sleep.

"Is there anything wrong Ichigo?" Rukia asked, the next day at school, noticing the tension that had risen when they got back to his house the nightbefore.

"No," he said, smiling at her. He held her gaze, she blushed and walked away.

That night, Rukia heard it again. It sounded like Ichigo breathing hard. It had been going on for several days. She closed the flip to her cell. Then slowly slid open the closet door just a crack, Her eye widened as she saw Ichigo with his pants down, his back to the closest. He was masturbating. His head was back eyes closed, mouth open. His arm moving quickly, his hips moving slightly with each stroke.

"Rukia," he whispered. Rukia's felt a jolt of shock, at hearing her name come from him while he as doing "that". She instantly got hot, wet and flushed. She felt her body tingle, she began to touch herself while watching him. She unbuttoned her pj top and slid her hand into her pants going straight to her wet mound, it was an awkward position, being propped up on her elbow, playing with her nipples and rubbing her clit. She tried to match his speed, he was ahead of her but she was quickly catching his strong arms grip himself thinking of her. He was peaking and she pushed herself the same time as him . She heard him gasp as he came and she bit her lip to keep from making noise. She was breathing hard and quickly quietly closed the closet door. He had rolled over just moments after the closet door closed. Ichigo noticed that the cell light wasn't on.

The next day, Ichigo was trying to spend as much time with Rukia as he could but she was avoiding him. When he looked at her she looked away blushing. She stayed behind after school and didn't walk home with him. That night, he started his routine, Rukia, waited and listened, her cell was open but she wasn't looking for anything on it. He had started, she slowly opened the closet door just a crack. She saw him on the bed, his pants down, back to the door and he was stroking himself again. She had opened her shirt and was moving her hands into her pants. She was enjoying the feel of her own wetness her eyes closing, she looked back out of the crack to watch Ichigo. He was gone!

The closet door slid open and Ichigo was standing there naked, looking down at her.

"Ichigo!" He covered her mouth with his hand and jumped into the closet on top of her, closing the door behind him. Only the light of her cell was there. He moved his hand and covered her mouth with his, moving her out her pj top. She was shocked and overwhelmed. His hand went right to her nipples, pinching and pulling them.

"Ichigo!"

"Shh!" He said covering her mouth with his hand again as his other hand pulled her pants off of her.

"We can't Ichigo." She was trying to wiggle away.

"Yes, we can." he said, lustfully, kissing her on the neck and moving his body between her legs. She felt his hard cock, brush against her leg as he was trying to position himself. It was huge.

"Ichigo!" she whispered loudly.

"Shh, Rukia." He kissed her again, forcing his tongue in her mouth. She opened her legs to him inadvertently. His hand slid over her wetness. He found her entrance with his finger, then maneuvered himself into positioned. He pulled back from her , propped up over her as he pushed into her. She had a contorted look of pleasure on her face.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked slowing as he entered her.

"Its too big."

"No, it not," he said, inching in, breathing hard. He was grunting with each thrust, his eye closed at the pleasure of it all. She was so tight, wet and hot. He pushed through her initial tightness, filling her up. He waited, feeling her around him.

"See," he said breathlessly. "Oh, Rukia, you feel so good." Her eyes were closed, she was moaning softly, rolling her hips.

"I-Ichigo." He kissed her lips then went to her erect pink nipples, nibbling on them as he pushed in and out of her. She raked her fingers through his hair, he was trying to hold himself together, he didn't want to come too soon. Rukia's moaning started getting louder and louder. He covered her mouth, again.

"Shh, Rukia," he said, still pounding into her, taking longer strokes. He was heated, the feel of their skin on each other, his hands were all over her, squeezing and stroking.

"I can't... Ichigo. I'm cumming." She moaned , her pussy squeezing his cock. Soon the sensation pushed him over the edge and he violently pumped into her, coming at once. He collapsed on to her, sweaty and exhausted.

"Ichigo, you're heavy," she said, finally pushing him up.

"Oh, sorry," he slid out of her, their fluid spilling. He stayed in the closet with her that night. She lay half naked, in his arms.

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At school the next day, Ichigo was still horny. The thrill of the closet had just ignited his libido. Rukia on the other hand was trying to leave that to last night. Anything that involved her getting out of class, she did. Ochi Sensei had her getting her coffee, snacks or getting her lunch. This time Rukia was taking papers to the office. Rukia would drag this out, then hide during lunch. Ichigo was looking at her like she was a steak and he was starving.

She had taken the long way to the office and was taking an even longer way back going outside and all the way around the outside of the school building. She was turning the corner. When she felt his reiatsu and was about to shunpo away. He grabbed her arm.

"Hi, Rukia," he said, smiling slyly.

"Ah, Ichigo. I have to get to class." She was trying to pull away. His eyes, intense and boring into her.

"Lunch is about to start, there's no hurry." He pulled her to him, and pressed her against the wall.

"Ichigo,.. last night was a mistake." She was moving her head left and right so he couldn't kiss her.

"I don't think so," he continued, kissing her on the neck, his hand moving between her legs. Feeling her wetness he said,"And neither do you." He picked her up still holding her against the wall. She was pushing against him, panting. Then he moved between her legs and quickly pulled out his throbbing cock, he moved the crotch of her panties to the side and pushed into her grunting, as he did. She stopped fighting as he did, letting out a sigh.

"Ah, Rukia," he panted in her ear. The fabric of her uniform was catching on the wall as she pushed in and out of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, as he pumped, her tongue moving feverishly with his. He would look over his shoulder to see if anyone was coming, then focusing back on her.

They moved together moaning when they heard the bell for lunch. They would have to hurry. Ichigo picked up his pace, Rukia's hair bouncing as he did.

"We don't have much time," he panted.

"Ichigo!" she clung to him as she came, gyrating her hips on his cock. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.

"Ichigo, don't come inside me." But it was too late, she felt hfis hot liquid pouring into her, as he sucked on her neck. His body moved into her or several moments afterwards. He relaxed slowly, kissing her gently, as he finished. He was still breathing hard when he set her gently down, his cum sliding out of her and down her leg. She scowled at him, and tried to adjust her underwear. Ichigo returned to class, after lunch, flushed. Rukia didn't.

The next few nights, it was the same, Rukia trying to talk Ichigo from coming into the closet with her. She lost every time.

The days at school as well, Rukia was doing everything she could Not to leave the class room, but he always caught her one way or another. Today was different, he wasn't looking at her. He hadn't even looked back at her at all today. That was good. Maybe he had had enough. They almost got caught the night before. His dad had looked in on him, seeing the bed empty, just assumed he had sneaked out.

She had stayed put at her desk, all day today but she was wiggling in her seat now. Damn, those juice boxes. She had to go.

"Ochi sensei, may I be excused?"

"Oh."

"Restroom."

"Fine, Kuchiki-san. Please try to come back today, though." Rukia glanced at Ichigo. He didn't look up from his book.

She had barely made it, she could rest easy for the day and maybe she'd get some sleep tonight.

"Hey," Ichigo's deep voice said, from around the corner as she headed to class. Rukia flinched.

"Ah, Ichigo," she said, he was blocking her way.

"Are you avoiding me?"

"No, of course not."

"I'm glad." He took her outside by the hand leading her away from the school, out to the sports field.

"Ichigo, we shouldn't."

"It'll be fine." He grabbed her breast. "No one's around."

They were at it again. Tatsuki watched from out of he PE equipment shed. This had been another afternoon straight that she had seen Ichigo and Rukia doing it. She was flushed, hypnotized by the animal movements of the two. He had her bent over now in front of him, knees bent as he plowed into her from behind. Tatsuki's mouth was open her hand under her skirt, rubbing gently on herself.

"Ah, Ichigo..."

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to be continued....