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Sweet Mischief

I. Doing the Unthinkable


This day was absolutely the worst, Rukia thought dejectedly as she sipped from her bottle of hard beer. Oh no, she wasn't drinking wine—she preferred old cold beer straight from the bottle to accompany her in the most devastating day of her life.

With what felt like the thousandth time, she sighed heavily and sulked on the bar stool.

Third or fourth, she didn't know. All she knew was that she had been drinking for at least more than an hour now. It was already late—she glanced at her wristwatch and the 2 mocking hands of the clock seemed to taunt her even more as they pointed the number 9.

9:45.

She should just let the ground open up and eat her whole. Or she should just jump onto the river and let herself drown. Maybe she should just stand in the middle of the highway and let a truck hit her hard. Yeah, too many ways to commit suicide, but she found drinking alcohol was much more better especially if the problems concerned a certain appendage called the heart.

She sipped again and closed her eyes. Images of the earlier event unraveled in her mind's eye and she immediately opened her violet orbs to calm her pounding heart.

Fuck it, this was not good. She was Rukia Kuchiki—brash, fearless, and firm—nothing could make her cave in. She was a smart woman who didn't have any time for tears.

But when she felt something wet trickle down the side of her face, she knew she had lost the game.

She was crying.

She swallowed hard. Breathe in, breathe out. And when the pain became too powerful for her tiny heart to handle, she cried pitifully and sobbed.

"Fuck all of you," she muttered breathlessly, taking a swig of her beer and drowning the contents like a madman.

"Um, excuse me, miss, are you okay?" a timid voice asked and Rukia looked up to glare at the person who had uttered those words. The bartender was looking at her with concern and suddenly, Rukia didn't like the idea of people pitying her.

"I'm fine. Just mind your own fucking business." She glared heatedly and resumed downing her beer. The bartender scurried away with an expression that could only be discerned as fear.

Heh, it was exhilarating to know that people still feared her even if she was looking like shit.

Rukia glanced again at her wristwatch. She frowned. It was now 10, meaning two hours before midnight struck. Time moved too quickly for her own liking. She was feeling a bit tipsy now and all she wanted was to go home and find the comforting warmth of her bed.

Putting her bill on the counter, she glared one last time at the hiding bartender on the shadows before getting up only to feel her legs betray her.

Well, at least she didn't fall hard. Contrary, her back tingled as she felt the unmistakable warmth of her savior heighten her senses. One lean hand was wrapped around her delicate waist, while another was holding her wrist. Slowly, she turned her head to face the stranger who had saved her.

She felt the air leave her lungs.

"YOU!" she shouted, flailing her arms from the man who was standing before her. She would have shrunk away from the intensity of his gaze or how he looked so tall and strong compared to her if not for the sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. "What the fuck are you doing here? And you even have the guts to show your fucking face to me after what I have just witnessed?"

The man's eyes widened. He put his hands up as a sort of self-defense. "Woah, miss. I don't know what the hell you are talking about. I was merely trying to save you," the man said sternly as his amber eyes swept over her tiny frame like an eagle. He shrugged, walked past her, and sat on the seat she had previously occupied.

Oh how dare he! Rukia was seething. This man was killing her! How dare he come here, engulf her in his warmth, deny he knew her, and peer her down with his amber colored eyes! How dare—

Wait, amber?

As far as she knew, Kaien had blue-green eyes.

Holy—

"Oh my god!" Rukia cried, turning around to stare at the man's lean back who was seating comfortably on the bar stool. She gulped nervously and trotted closer to him. With a trembling hand, she reached for one of the planes of his broad shoulders and patted it. She noticed how his whole body tensed and how the cords of his muscles jerked as he forced his head to face her.

"I-I'm sorry," she muttered lamely, placing her hand down and onto her side. "I thought you were someone I know. I shouldn't have treated you like that."

The atmosphere between them lightened up considerably. At her words, the man let loose a smirk as he folded his arms beneath his muscular looking chest. Oh shit, did she just think he was muscular?

And as an afterthought, he did look amazingly breathtaking.

From the dim lights of the cozy bar, Rukia took in how his jaw bones and thin lips complemented his eyes. They were a shade of amber—almost close to being golden brown. He was tall, from what she had seen a while ago, and he looked about 6 feet. He was lean—his muscles bulging in all the right places.

Suddenly, Rukia felt herself becoming suffocated from the heat. The warmth pooling in between her legs was unmistakable.

Fuck the alcohol.

She was drunk, she was in front of a gorgeous man, and she was feeling very horny.

"It's alright, miss," the man continued on as he called for the same bartender for his order. He glanced at her and smiled. "I assume the man you thought I was is a bad person?" He motioned for the seat beside him with a gesture of his hand and Rukia found herself sitting on it against her better judgment.

She nodded. "Ah, yes." She avoided his heated gaze by locking her eyes on the wine cabinet situated before her. "He's the reason I'm moping here." She was rather surprised when the bartender placed a glass of martini in front of her. The stranger beside her just gave her a sexy smile in response.

"I hope you don't mind if I treat you for another round?" the man said suggestively as he shifted a bit on his side.

Rukia's eyebrows raised as his hair color became more apparent. Now with the lights more concentrated above him, his orange hair stood out. She suppressed the urge to giggle from his choice of dye color. Really, who would dye their hair that bright? But alas, it did nothing to alleviate the heat she was feeling.

She still found him hot and alluring.

Even more attractive than that bastard Kaien.

"So… was it because of a break-up?" the orange-haired man asked casually. Rukia tensed up and gripped the glass of martini tighter in her hands before responding.

"Y-Yes." She glared at the glistening liquid. "And you look a lot like him." She hung her head in defeat and clenched the fabric of her chiffon dress in her hand. It was the dress she had specifically chosen for her date with Kaien today. It was an elegant color of cream with thin straps and it flowed down perfectly above her knees. It had a broad gold ribbon wrapped beneath the breasts that accentuated her cleavage. She even put on her white stilettos to match with it.

But now the perfect date she had been looking forward to, was gone.

The man scratched his citrus hair sheepishly and extended a long arm to her. "The name's Ichigo Kurosaki, by the way."

Rukia studied his hand briefly before shaking it with hers. She felt another tingle shot up her spine from the sensation of his callused skin against her own. From this close proximity, Rukia could smell the manly scent emanating from him. The way his abs moved beneath the fabric of his white polo shirt almost brought a visual orgasm to her eyes.

She cleared her throat before replying, "Rukia Kuchiki." Her voice was hoarse, sounding like she just had a rough night. Oh how she wished she could spend the night with this man called Ichigo and have her body underneath him eight ways until the sunrise.

Fuck Kaien. She was now single and ready to mingle!

"Rukia," Ichigo repeated, tasting the name on his tongue. Rukia liked how her name rolled from his sexy lips. "Such beautiful name suits a beautiful lady like you." He winked at her before sipping his glass of vodka without averting his eyes from her.

She blushed scarlet. So he wanted to play, huh? Well, two could play that game.

"Thank you," she replied suggestively. Eyes glittering against the dim lights and lips curling into a seductive smile. "Ichigo isn't that bad. I actually think it suits you. Bright, cocky, and sweet. I wonder how you taste like?"

Ichigo's eyebrow raised. He chuckled, took her hand, and kissed it tenderly. "I am a gentleman, Lady Rukia. As much as I want you moaning underneath me, I respect women and I certainly know how much unstable you are right now considering your situation. I do not want to take advantage of you."

Rukia's jaw dropped. This man was simply fascinating.

"How about you tell me what happened?" She heard him ask.

Words started flowing from her lips even before she could stop them. "The typical. I went to his house to fetch him for our date, bolted up the stairs to his room like a giddy kid, opened his door as wide as I could, and watched in horror as a naked girl straddled him." She shrugged. She didn't know if it was the alcohol or Ichigo, but now she found the whole situation lighter that she could just accept it plainly like a weather forecast.

"How could he cheat on a lovely woman like yourself? He must be a fool." Ichigo shook his head for emphasis. He ordered another glass of vodka and another martini for Rukia. "He must be playing blind, for I see no reason why he had to cheat on you." As a proof, he trained his eyes from the top of her raven head until the very end of her tiptoes.

She chuckled. "Really, you sound like you live in the renaissance, Ichigo. Stop with the act."

"I'm just trying to humor you, Rukia." Ichigo offered a smile as his eyes, yet again, took in the sight of her. Rukia felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand as his lingering gaze stayed on top of her breasts. He looked like a hungry man ready to eat her whole.

Rukia, for the love of her life, just wanted to be with this man and fuck her brains out.

-!-

It didn't take too long before the duo became obviously drunk. Ichigo was laughing at every word that fall from Rukia's lips, while Rukia was giggling at every antics Ichigo made. It was getting closer to midnight—probably a quarter before eleven, but Ichigo and Rukia cared less as they sat beside each other on the bar counter and pour their hearts out.

"My stupid band manager was annoying so I stood him up on our meeting." Ichigo snorted childishly, swirling his glass and setting it back on the table.

"So you are a band member hiccup you say?" Rukia's eyes were wide and she almost looked innocent if not for the glass of alcohol she was holding. "It wasn't hiccup surprising at all! Your voice is hiccup sexy as hell!" she cooed and giggled.

"Really?" Ichigo asked he leaned in closer to her face. Though not as drunk as Rukia, he didn't appear any sober than her. "How about I show you how sexy I am in bed?"

Rukia's already red face colored even harder. "You mean, right now?"

Ichigo nudged his nose against hers, dragged his lips on her cheek, and teased her skin a bit with his tongue. When he pulled away, Rukia's face was redder than blood. He smirked and leaned on his chair, proud from the reaction he had pulled from the petite girl. "I'm ready when you are." He fished his car keys from his pocket and jiggled it in front of face.

Rukia smirked back and licked her lips. This man was really sexy and he was making it harder for her to resist. She didn't care about Kaien anymore. Her focus was now solely concentrated on Ichigo. Feeling brave enough, she lifted her arm—not before looking around to make sure nobody was in eye sight—placed it gingerly on his chest where she could feel his rapidly beating heart, slid it down until she reached his 6 packs, and stopped in the middle of his navel. She stared up at him, violet eyes wide and lips speaking mutely, before sliding his hand further and gripping his hardening cock.

He jolted. "Shit, Rukia." His breathing had gone wild. His hand grabbed hers and he tried to pull it away only to gasp silently in shock when she gripped his shaft tighter in her tiny hand. His arms, by their own accord, steadied themselves on the arms of the stool to steady his posture. One more grip and he was sure he was going to explode.

"You are so big, Ichigo. I like it." To accentuate her words, she moved her hand up and down and grasped the bulging tip of his member. Rukia's eyes glinted mischievously as she leaned on his ear and whispered huskily, "I want it inside me."

Rukia knew he was losing the game he had started. If the way he heaved air in and out like a drowning man deprived of oxygen was not an indication. She grinned mentally and high-fived herself for doing a great job.

Just like what they say, it really takes two to tango.

Before he completely collapsed, Rukia pulled her hand away and set it back on her lap. The look plastered across Ichigo's face was funny as hell—eyes closed tight and lips set into a straight line. He was gritting his teeth and the veins on his neck were visibly pounding.

She wondered if his cock had veins as thick as that.

It took him a moment before he was able to recover. Amber eyes slowly opening, he clutched her arm and pulled her body closer to him.

"Rukia, I want you," he said with finality.

She felt her heart skip a beat.

-!-

Hands touching, hips grinding, and bodies sweating.

Rukia grounded her hips hard against Ichigo's stiff erection as she straddled his hips on the seat of his car with her stilettos still strapped to her feet. She lifted her hips slowly, eyes never leaving his, as she rolled her body into a fast rhythm.

Ichigo, who was holding the sides of the seat, grounded his teeth together as he watched the petite woman bounce on his lap. Tilting his head to the side, he reached for her perfect-shaped face and crushed his lips against hers. He slipped his eager tongue inside her velvety mouth as soon as she had parted her lips. He groaned. She tasted so fucking good.

He had never meant to have a one night stand with a complete stranger on the first place. All he had thought about before coming here was to unwind to get his mind free from any problems his band manager was causing him.

But as soon as he saw her there, tripping slightly from being drunk and trying to get her bearing straights, he knew he had himself trapped in a situation without a free way out.

Rukia was a lovely woman. He didn't know what came over to her ex-boyfriend's head to cheat, but he was sure as hell grateful he did because now he had the alluring woman in his grasp.

She had a head filled with thick, silky, raven hair. Her eyes—oh god—had the mysterious hues of blue and violet. Her nose were little and pointy, and her pink lips were full and soft.

Talking about lips, they tasted like martini with a tinge of vanilla and whip cream.

He delved his tongue further in her mouth, coaxing her own appendage to play with his. She responded with equal vigor, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer against her.

"Rukia," he said in between heated kisses. "Fuck, I want you so bad."

The response he got was a train of kisses down to his neck. He groaned and brought his hands to her hips to aid her in her bouncing while her lips left burning kisses all around his throat. He pulled her slightly away from him and placed his forehead against hers. She was breathing so hard, and so was he.

"Are you sure you want this? I don't want to take advantage of you," he said seriously, albeit his cock was twitching and screaming for her to continue riding him.

Her hands wandered inside polo shirt. She stopped at his nipples, gently grazing them with her fingertips. Slowly but surely, she undid the buttons and slipped the polo from his immaculate body. Ichigo found the sensation electrifying as he moaned and shot his hips up to meet her heated center.

"I want you too, Ichigo." She bounced again, grabbing a fistful of his orange hair to force him to look at her. "I want you to make me forget everything by fucking me so hard I won't be able to walk straight for a week." She kissed his chin. "Now, do your part and pleasure me."

Ichigo, despite the slight stab he had felt when she had said the word 'forget', found himself responding to her words. Even if the way she had uttered it sounded like he was some sort of rebound, his hands betrayed his own mind as they grabbed for the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head.

Her modest breasts jiggled as the flimsy fabric was slipped from her body. She shivered from the cold air but felt herself heating up again when her pussy was directly maneuvered against Ichigo's aching loins. She moaned and grabbed for his pants zipper, while Ichigo undid the clasp of her bra.

"Are you sure you want to do it here? We can come by to my house," Ichigo suggested as his eyes drank in the sight of Rukia's perfect breasts. They were just enough to fit the size of his palms and her pink nipples were jutting proudly from their areoles. He reached for one flesh and pumped it in his hand.

Rukia moaned. "Ugh! Just stop talking, you idiot!" She swept his tongue inside his moist cave and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. She pulled his zipper down and clutched his boxers-clad cock.

Ichigo dominated her mouth by pushing her tongue back on its place. He pulled away from her perfect lips, a thin line of saliva connecting them.

As their eyes locked, they understood—they needed this. Ichigo hurriedly grappled for his pants and boxers and eased them down on his feet. With the steering wheel on her back, Rukia leaned her weight against it and pulled her lingerie from her soaking wet pussy.

Rukia attacked his chest with her mouth—licking, sucking, and slurping. Ichigo's hands made a journey of their own as they settled on the inside of her thighs. One hand ventured further and touched her pussy lips. Rukia tore her mouth from his skin and moaned loudly.

"Oh god, please do that again!" she cried in ecstasy, thrusting against his powerful hand as his middle finger ventured inside her. He started pumping it, and Rukia could only moan and bounce above him as he added another finger in.

In, out. In, out. In, out.

Rukia had lost count how many times she had moaned his name as his hand brought pleasure nobody else—not even Kaien—had made her feel.

Boldly, Ichigo added the third finger and started thrusting inside Rukia's pussy so hard he could hear the sexy squelching sound his fingers made when it came in contact with her wet skin. He settled for her smooth neck and assaulted it with kisses. He sucked hard on her swan-like neck, in time with his hand thrusting, and soothed the mark he had made with his tongue. His mouth then continued on and opened wide enough to engulf the heavenly flesh of her right breast.

"I-Ichigo," Rukia said hoarsely. Grabbing his jutting cock, she held it firmly, bobbing her hand up and down steadily. She played with the tip of his cock with her thumb finger, coating her fingers with the pre-cum that had already accumulated on it. "Fuck, that feels so good!" Her hips were undulating wildly as Ichigo brought her closer to orgasm.

Ichigo stopped his incessant fingering so he could bring his glistening hand up and close to her face. Rukia watched him intently as he licked his fingers off her sweet juices. She felt herself get even wetter as she tipped her head in and licked his cheek in response to the kinky action he had just pulled off.

After he was finished, his saliva and juices-covered hand wrapped around her neglected breast. He smirked as he brought the flesh inside his mouth and flicked the hardened nub with his tongue.

"Ugh!" Rukia groaned.

Without warning, Ichigo took her hips and positioned her aching center on top of his long and thick cock. With one powerful thrust, he was completely inside. Her walls clamped on him so hard he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to get out.

"Holy shit, Rukia!" Ichigo guided her hips up only to thrust it back down. Rukia moaned in complete pleasure as his hot rod filled her insides. "Damn, you're so tight!"

She lulled her head back and forth, mouth open wide. At first the thrusts were slow, like they were feeling each other up. But when Rukia felt she couldn't take it anymore, she took the matter by her own hands and started bouncing on his dick like a porn star.

"R-Rukia…" Ichigo's teeth bit a sensitive part on her neck as he fought to urge to cry out. Shit, this girl was amazing. He was hitting her womb so hard. "Ahhhh… fuck!" he cursed loudly, bringing his hips up in time with her bouncing.

"I-Ichigo… Uhn." Rukia took his nipple inside her mouth and started pulling on it with her teeth. Her hands journeyed everywhere—his face, his neck, his chest, his back, his spine, his thighs. She screamed once his hand found the sensitive bundle of nerves hiding inside her labia. "AH! Yes, just like that! Fuck Ichigo! I'm cumming! Ugh!"

Ichigo was mesmerized. Fuck, Rukia saying dirty words turned him on. He played harder with her clit while his other hand grabbed her wiggling breasts.

Rukia moved her pussy faster. She reached for his face as they both came closer to the bottom of their peak.

"Yeeeesss! I'm cummmiiinnngg!" The minute Ichigo's hand left her breasts, her own tiny hands seized them. She massaged the sensitive mounds of flesh thoroughly without pulling her gaze away from Ichigo's amber orbs.

He shoved her head in and his mouth hungrily kissed her. She screamed inside his mouth as his tongue almost reached the end of her palate.

And then they both felt it. Rukia's body went rigid as a delirious wave of orgasm swallowed her whole. Her pussy clenched around Ichigo's cock like a vise. Juices squirted out of her core and coated Ichigo's dick as she pulled away from his mouth and screamed to the skies. As Ichigo felt Rukia came down from her high, he continued thrusting, his balls tightening. He delivered one powerful thrust and his muscles loosened, his hot seed shooting out and filling her womb to the core. It was too much, and some escaped from her walls and spilled into the inside of her thighs.

Minutes passed. Only the sounds of their heavy breathings were audible. Ichigo titled his forehead from Rukia's shoulder—when had he put it there?—and stared deeply into her amethyst pools.

"Rukia…" he started, his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage.

Rukia smiled sweetly and settled her head on his chest. She sighed contentedly and inhaled in his scent.

Ichigo let a smile grace his lips as he wrapped his arms around her frame. He ducked his head in her raven head and let her scent fill his nose.

It was then that he realized they were in the middle of the street and anybody might see them. As soon as the both of them had exited the bar and resided in his car, they couldn't stop touching each other. It was only when Ichigo felt the need to stop in the middle of nowhere to avoid an accident did they start their 'official' foreplay.

He sighed.

"Hey, Rukia," he said, gently peeling her sticky forehead from his equally sweaty chest. "Ru—"

Zzz…

His eyebrows raised. He looked closer at her face and chuckled lightly when he saw how her scrunched up nose burrow more into the crook of his neck. She was fast asleep, his member still pressed deep inside of her. Ichigo blushed as his cock pulsed again with need.

"Rukia." He shook her shoulders slightly but she didn't wake up. "We have to get to my place and get cleaned up."

Still no response.

With another sigh, he dragged her irresistible body and let his limp cock slide from her core. He moaned silently from the sensation as he carefully put her down on the passenger seat. He tried putting her dress back and finished successfully after several minutes (without putting on her panties, of course. He had to keep them) and dressed himself as well letting the first few buttons of his polo open.

He sagged on his seat and glanced at her from his peripheral vision.

He smiled genuinely.

Mustering enough courage, he inclined his body towards her. "Sweet dreams, Rukia," he whispered lovingly against the top of her head. He kissed her forehead affectionately before dipping his lips onto her soft ones, kissing her good night.


I really don't know what came over me to write this fic. This story is actually a combination of the previous ideas I have thought about before. Besides the 2 GinRuki and 1 ByaRuki lemons I have made before, this one was the first IchiRuki lemon I have written. I hope it didn't turn out that bad.

Anyways, HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!

Please review and let me know if you want this to continue or if I should just keep it as a oneshot.

~L.A. :3