Ichigo Kurosaki had the biggest crush on his classmate.

She was a new transfer student who had to move schools at an odd time in the year, in the middle of the semester. She was assigned to his class, and even more conveniently, to the seat next to him. He wasn't very attracted to her at first; she was blunt and a little snobbish, the air of old money turning everything within a certain radius to ice. She was cold for sure - but she had some wonderful qualities.

For instance, she was kind. Even though she was shy, she made an effort to smile at him whenever their eyes met. When he forgot his textbooks, she wordlessly offered to share hers with him. And on days where he wasn't feeling quite like himself, she'd tell him the right words to get him out of his rut... All while emphasizing that he did not need to disclose anything he didn't want to.

It baffled him how a complete stranger could understand him completely. Or maybe she didn't even realize it. Maybe it was just who she was. Maybe she was just naturally tuned to his feelings.

That made him like her even more.

She made him feel special, when he probably wasn't. He was convinced that she didn't even give him a second thought throughout the day.

But he always thought about her; her silky hair that was black as night, her unusually blue eyes, and her lithe body that was neither vulgar nor provocative, but still gracefully erotic to watch. Her strong personality carried over to her tender features, and he liked that she was different from other girls that way. She was fiery and dynamic, but also calculating and gentle.

Rukia Kuchiki just happened to be as beautiful inside as she was on the outside.

And he really wanted to bang her.

'Ahhh someone should really invite that hot transfer student to lunch with us!' Keigo whined dramatically. He twirled around comically and pouted. 'Ichigo should do it since he's so close to her.'

'I'm not.' he started to protest. 'I talk to her sometimes, but not a lot.'

'But she talks to you. She doesn't talk to anyone.' Mizuiro butted in. Given the young bachelor's experience with women, he learned to easily read them. Rich introverts like Kuchiki... Well, it would take a lot for someone like her to talk to someone - especially if that someone were a ferocious, ill-tempered youth with bleached hair and a reputation that precedes him.

'Well we sit next to each other. It would be pretty weird if we didn't exchange words now and then.'

'Uh-huh.' Keigo taunted in a sing-song voice. 'Care to tell me the name of the person who sits on the other side of you then?'

Ichigo frowned and looked away. Ok, so maybe he didn't talk to all his classmates. And fine, maybe it really was abnormal for him to get to know the people sitting next to him. But what these idiots had to stop digging or he swore he would die of embarrassment. If anyone knew that he had a crush, his whole character he had worked so hard to establish would crumble.

He was Ichigo Kurosaki! And he didn't like dating. He was too serious for that, too much of a badass to devote himself to someone like that. And besides, he was too young. He knew that most relationships developed during his age were doomed. He wasn't going to put himself through that.

'Ishida! Ish-i-da!' the taller of his friends chanted. 'See! You don't even know his name! I bet you don't even know what he looks like!'

Ichigo let out a throaty sigh.

Shakespeare had always been Ichigo's strongest topic of intellectual exploration. He loved literature. More importantly, he loved how there were both creative and logical aspects to literary analyses. He never really thought of it as work; it was actually quite relaxing to read a book and think about it, then let all your feelings and thoughts out in black and white on paper. And he was damn good at it.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with making a little cash on the side. So, he tutored underclassmen and even his own classmates for a reasonable hourly rate. Consequently, he found himself staying later at school than even the athletes - although he used to be an athlete himself, he did not have the time at the moment. Plus, he never really needed to engage in sports to keep fit.

'Thank you so much!' his last student bowed in gratitude.

'Yeah.' Ichigo nodded. The younger student scurried out of the classroom, as if frightened of his tutor now that his session was over.

He let out a yawn. Wow, he was tired. His little business tended to be exhausting at certain times throughout the year, but he figured it was best to save up now. He was sure his dad wasn't the type to lend him money in the future.

He packed his bags as if in a trance. After he made sure all his books were accounted for, he realized that his cellphone was missing. He patted his pockets, but they were empty. Shit. He had left it in under his desk in his classroom - a whole flight of stairs up.

'Fuck.' he breathed. He wasn't in the mood to exercise. It had been a long day.

He made his way up the stairs grudgingly, mentally stabbing himself for being so careless. If someone had been rude enough to steal it, he would have to buy another one - effectively using up all the money he had saved thus far. He bitterly congratulated himself for potentially fucking himself over.

'Take it all, you fucking slut!'

What the fuck?

The orange-haired student narrowed his eyes in disgust as he finally reached his floor. At school, really? Had his classmates no shame? And he recognized that voice too; it belonged to Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, who belonged to the same year group but from a different class. He was notorious for inviting gang fights onto campus. Ichigo had never spoken to him, but noticed that the hot-headed teen would always glare at whenever they passed each other in the hallways.

Of course such a delinquent would have sex in his classroom. He squeezed his amber eyes shut and breathed out, hoping that it at least wasn't happening on his desk. Was it really worth going back for the phone?

That was when he saw her through the crack between the slightly opened door and the wall.

Rukia was bent over a random desk while Grimmjow rammed roughly into her. Both of them still had their clothes on, although the petite woman's skirt was hiked up with her panties pulled to the side.

'You like being pounded by my dick, you filthy slut?' he teased, spanking her ass. She moaned and turned to face him with a flushed face.

But that was when it happened.

Instead, she made eye contact with the peeping teen, flashing the most stunningly innocent smile he had ever seen.

Anxiety show down to his abdomen and he fell into a fight-or-flight state of mind. Needless to say, he chose the latter. He turned on his heels instantaneously and bolted out down the hallways. He practically flew down the stairs.

Fuck the cellphone. He could go without it for the night.

You know what? Maybe I imagined it.

That was Ichigo's mantra throughout the day. He repeated it to himself when he sat at the breakfast table, feeling unreasonably bashful in the presence of his family. He repeated it to himself when he was hanging out with his friends during breaks and sat there unusually quiet. He especially repeated it to himself when he had to go through the entire school day beside her, pretending to listen to the lectures as if he weren't side-eyeing her the entire time.

She didn't even mention it.

She just went about as normal.

She was the same old Rukia Kuchiki. He forgot his copy of the math textbook and she scooted over so he could share with her. When they were told to get into pairs to discuss the novel they were studying, she offered her analysis and listened to his enthusiastically before calling him a fool and arguing that he was wrong. When the class was dismissed for the day, she acknowledged him when he waved her goodbye.

So, he followed suit and went about his own normal.

After class, he attended all his appointments with his clients. He was actually thankful he had that job now. It served as an oasis for his brain from what he saw yesterday. Why couldn't he forget it? Did she really see him? And did she seriously smile at him like that?

'Can I text you if I have some questions while reading it?' Tatsuki asked.

'Yeah, but I'll charge you extra.' Ichigo warned.

'Give me a discount!'

'Hell no.'

She stuck her tongue out but smiled warmly afterwards. She told him to have a nice evening and he greeted her back as he packed his things into his school bag.

Fuck, did I seriously leave that stupid thing again?

He seriously thought about leaving that cellphone again. Why didn't he grab it while he was upstairs? He rubbed his temples and sighed in frustration, not looking forward to that climb. Seriously, all he wanted to do was lie on his bed and just... not deal with anything. His working hours on top of his school schedule were really starting to take a toll.

He silently prayed that he wouldn't see what he saw yesterday again. Every step up felt like an entire hike. He really didn't think any differently of her for that. It's just... Well, now he really had no chance. He didn't realize that such a proper, uptight woman could date such a scandalous man.

They had to be dating, right?

He'd get over it.

Relieved to see the classroom quiet and completely empty, he sauntered to his desk and reached in to grab his cellphone. He grumbled as he flipped through the messages; mostly students asking for an appointment or inquiring about his rates and availability. See? Missed opportunities right there.

He was so immersed in his clientele, he didn't hear the sliding door purr open.

'Hi.' a stern voice greeted, and he stiffened at the sound of it.

'Umm... Hi.' he responded awkwardly, clearing his throat. 'I forgot my phone.'

'Oh.' Rukia smiled back. 'I thought you wanted to see more of yesterday.'

So he didn't imagine that.

'Hey, I won't tell anyone. But it would be more considerate if you guys could do it somewhere else.'

'Like where?'

'Like... I don't know! Your house, his house.'

'I would never let him into my home.'

'But you'd fuck him in an empty classroom?' he spat back. He blinked, taken by surprise by the rage in his own words.

'You sound jealous.' she grinned.

'And you sound full of yourself.'

'Wow, you are not happy with me.' she walked towards him and his heart started to beat unusually fast. He was about to fire back at her, but his breath hitched in his throat as her fingers started to unbutton his uniform.

'Don't you have a boyfriend?' he accused.

'Oh, is that why you're being so catty?' she laughed sweetly and his heart fluttered. 'He's not my boyfriend.' She answered him, letting his shirt hang open. She let herself admire his tan, toned torso but he started feeling very self-conscious.

'This is so weird.' he reached down to button himself up again.

'No, don't.'

'Why?'

'Because I want this. And I get the feeling so do you.'

'But why me?'

'You're so sexy.' she mumbled as she looked up at him, caressing his wrists. He bit his lip as she touched him, backing up a little to steady himself. She trailed slow, tantalizing kisses along his chest. His breathing turned laboured and she knew this was too much for him. 'Have you ever been this intimate with anyone before?'

'No.'

'That's surprising.'

'Excuse me?' he practically hissed.

'What? It is.' she shrugged. 'I thought you'd be the type to hook up with a ton of girls.'

'I'm pretty sure you're the only one who feels that way.'

'Well, it's like I said.' she smirked, her hands unbuckling his belt. 'You're so sexy.'

'Fuck.' he threw his head back and sighed. She was so good. Her tongue massaged his entire length, as her head bobbed back and forth. The most exciting, sensual squelching sounds filled the room as she sucked on him wetly. Looking down at her, his heart raced as he basked in the sight of her face contorting erotically.

As if feeling his gaze on her, she batted her eyelashes up at him and he thought that would be his end. Her sapphire eyes were so beautiful; deep and rich in color. Her black hair only brought out the luminosity of her pale skin. She was smooth and soft, as if untouched and pure. And yet, here she was, struggling to accommodate his size in her mouth. Instinctively, a hand reached out to her face so he his fingers could brush against her hair. She continued staring up at him, whimpering in gratitude.

Her lips curled upwards as he moaned uncontrollably. Her hands gripped his thighs and massaged his tense muscles. In response, he thrust forward and she gagged. Alarmed, he pulled out immediately.

'No, I like it.' she assured him, licking her lips. 'Be rough with me.'

'H-how?'

She laughed inwardly at how clueless he was. It was refreshing to be with such a naive man. 'Fuck my face like you want to fuck my pussy.'

Well, OK!

'You're as blunt as ever.' he remarked, cursing himself for saying it out loud. He was amazed that comment didn't offend her. In fact, he was surprised to see her smile at his words.

'Yes I am.' she murmured, taking him back in her mouth and sucking him off mercilessly.

'Rukia!' he cried, a hand running through her hair while the other steadied himself by the wall.

The petite beauty reached under her panties to stroke herself. A finger slipped inside of her as she sucked on his bulbous tip. Seemingly unsatisfied by her suddenly loving treatment, he pulled her head back in to capture his entire length and thrust himself in and out of her mouth.

She screamed in delight, pumping another finger in and out of herself as he did the same to her face. Saliva dribbled down her chin and he reached down to spread it down her neck. Eventually, she unbuttoned her uniform top and pulled down her lacy bra, allowing her modest breasts to be on display for him. He growled at the sight and quickened his pace. She moaned in approval as he pistoned his cock harshly into her small mouth.

Her eyes rolled back as she found herself in bliss. Ichigo Kurosaki, Karakura High's most controversial bad boy, was fucking her face raw. She had always been drawn to him; to the way his peachy tan skin highlighted every ripple of his taut muscles, to the way his inviting eyes always revealed his feelings to her, and even to the way his explosive nature got him into the worst situations. Now here he was inside of her mouth, allowing her to pleasure him.

His hard member started to throb and he pulled out. Rukia was about to complain until he knelt down and planted a chaste kiss on her reddening lips.

Confused by his gentle touch, she looked into his eyes with an expression filled with longing. There it was again; that loneliness, that sadness, that innocence. He blushed at how sweet and harmless she looked even though she had seduced him into defiling her throat only moments ago.

'Ah! Ah! More! Please, more!' Rukia panted. She spread her legs even further, trying to bury his finger as deep into her as possible. She propped herself up on her elbows so that she could edge closer to him, staring suggestively at his parted lips. He could feel her hot breath on his chin, but refrained from kissing her. Instead, he slipped another finger inside of her and his teeth clenched in controlled desire as she threw her head back and screamed his name. 'Unh... Ichigo!'

His other hand cupped the back of her head. She opened her eyes to see his reaction, although they were half-lidded and heavy with pleasure. For the first time in a long time, she felt her heart flutter when he kissed her softly, innocently again. The thing is... Rukia didn't like soft.

Her tongue begged for entrance. She sucked on his lower lip when he did not give it to her, mewling and whimpering between heavy breaths. Eventually, he submitted to her and allowed her to explore the crevices of his mouth. Oh, he was warm and untouched. He didn't even know how to kiss her this way. His tongue clumsily prodded hers until he finally got into the rhythm of massaging the insides of her mouth, nipping where she liked and aggressively thrusting his fingers in and out of her when she moaned into his mouth.

'Mm...' she groaned as her thighs trembled. She couldn't stand it for much longer and he knew it. She was growing increasingly wet. Her fluids were gushing out in thick, creamy globs and his abdomen tightened at the sight of her being pleasured by his very hands.

'You're beautiful.'

'Fuck me.' she squealed, bucking against his palm. 'You're so, so good...'

This is so not right.

He retracted his fingers immediately from inside of her, snaking his arms around her to pull her closer. 'You know, this feels really wrong.'

'What the fuck?' she sounded irritated.

'I should really take you out for dinner or something.'

'Are you insane?' she gawked up at him. He looked down at her and was a little intimidated by how angry she looked.

'I just think it would be a good idea to get to know each other better outside of school.'

'Fuck me.' she commanded.

'After I take you out. Then I promise I'll fuck you.'

A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read this story! I hope to read your thoughts and comments! I aim to make a more of a comedy out of this fic and I hope I do not disappoint anyone who is interested in reading further chapters.

Thanks so much for taking the time to read!