AN: Hey guys, so I wanted to make this a one shot but I'm not patient enough. It's going to be about 5 chapters like Uncomfortable Understanding, which no I did not forget, I'll write the next chapter to that today too. Warning before you read this has a lot of sexual themes. Ichi-nii is not as innocent as he makes people believe *heuh heuh*. I love perverted Ichigo, almost as much as possessive Ichigo haha!
Anyways enjoy, this is the first chapter.
Disclaimer: I own Ichigo's perversion...nothing more...nothing less...
It was a hot day in Karakura as the temperatures reached into the high 90s as a poor AC sputtered and pushed to cool the house of the demanding family that live there. Karin mercilessly kept pressing the down arrow, willing it to make the room colder. Pushed to its breaking point, it looked as if it was going to give out at any minute. Agitation permeating off of her in waves, the unruly teen finally gave up trying to cool herself in front of it, knowing full well that she was 5 seconds away from destroying the damned thing with her own hands thus completely ruining her chances of getting even a bit cooler.
In the kitchen, a 17 year old teenager by the name of Ichigo Kurosaki faced with the same body temperature issues, inelegantly shoved his head into the refrigerators freezer, hoping the action would alleviate his own discomfort.
Once said boy began to relax and start to slowly turn into an orange popsicle, a sigh of content started to leave his mouth before a swift kick to his side landed him on his back a couple feet away, obviously disturbing his tranquil peace.
Quickly recovering, Ichigo stood up angrily, "Why'd you do that old man?!" He exclaimed as he glared dangerously at his father, his aura threatening to repay him for his disturbance but ten times worse.
"Ichigo my boy, what are you doing down here? Aren't you supposed to be making me some grand children with my beautiful Rukia-chan?" Isshin cooed with a wiggle of his arms clasped tightly in front of him and a wiggle in his hips no guy should EVER have, ESPECIALLY not his father.
"What?!" His son's face quickly became flushed and his eyes dared to bug out of his head. "How could you say something like that to your son you pervert? What type of parent says that crap to a teenager?!" His father was the anti-parent, he did everything backwards.
"Oh, don't act like you haven't noticed how becoming Rukia-chan has grown after 17 months. I mean she was a beauty before but it looks like my 'third daughter' had a growth spurt. At least it felt that way when I hugged her…" Ichigo's father drifted off into his thoughts. Speaking even more lewd observations of his friend, "I wonder if Rukia-chan is more experienced in that department, I mean you are a baby Ichi-chan, I'm sure every teenager in your school is more experienced than my stubborn son…" and with that Ichigo finally decked his father, feeling the crunch of breaking bone with satisfaction.
Without taking a second glance at the unconscious man that lay back in the kitchen floor, but not forgetting to grab a frozen treat from the freezer, Ichigo stalked off looking redder than he ever had in his life. An observation his dearsister Karin didn't forget to announce with a smirk, as he stomped up the stairs.
Sadly even though he got away from the scene, the vivid imagery his father drew in his brain didn't elude him. He now wondered what she would feel like if he hugged her and was begrudgingly jealous that his father had the confidence to throw himself at her whenever he wanted. He also wondered if she was experienced and that type of thing too. I mean she is150 or something; she can't be as innocent as she carries herself, could she?
Thinking the frozen treat in his tight grasp would cool the 'itching' areas of his body, he ripped the wrapper off and shoved it his mouth as he opened his bedroom and met the sight that was graced upon him.
Lying on his bed was Rukia intently reading a manga. She was wearing a thin cloth, thigh high, tomato red summer dress, that road up her thighs promiscuously. Her small dainty feet with nails painted dark purple, kicked unconsciously as she read, obviously not noticing Ichigo's return.
She had the legs of a goddess.
His gaze drifted down her small curved calves and up her pale, toned thighs with an increasingly heated gaze. Slowly, his eyes inspected her lower half until her upper thighs were shown and mockingly cut off to his leering by cloth. This created a blackened shadow in between the crevices of her legs that he internally battled with himself on whether or not he should be happy he couldn't see or not. He didn't even notice that his food slid out of his mouth at the beginning of his observation or that it started to melt in his hand. Everything in his brain told himself to stop gawking like a perverted idiot; screaming for him to end the embarrassment. Sadly his eyes had a mind of their own and not just that organ rose to look at the circular curve of her firm but voluptuous ass. Lingering a bit longer, his eyes finally dropped to the small of her back and tiny waist, amazed at the difference of the fullness of her hips but flatness of stomach. 'Under all those clothes she wore she really did have curves', Ichigo thought and continued to look up her delicately curved back and onto the dark mist of black hair. Flicking his eyes slightly to the right 'Hazel met Violet' as her smoldering eyes filled with anger connected with his. Looking down, he saw a tinge of pink on her cheeks and a cute pout on her light pink kissable lips. 'Rukia really is beautiful isn't she?' he thought, almost losing his breath looking at her visage.
"Why were you staring at me Ichigo?" Rukia asked hotly, skepticism shown in her narrowed brow.
Caught red handed and proof shown annoyingly in the little attention he paid to the melted frozen treat in his hand, he quickly disposed of said item and wiped his hands on the paper towels he left on his desk. Ichigo gathered himself enough to peer at the still fuming Rukia who had already adjusted her clothing and was sitting in an upright position, arms crossed and pouting.
'Damn she's cute' surprisingly even more so with her new bob. Ichigo smirked and replicated her arms by crossing his own too. "I wasn't staring, I was wondering why you were lying on my bed, we talked about how you're not allowed to do that."
With this, she smirked also, still not allowing herself to alleviate the anger in her eyes, making the up turned grimace much more viscous than need be. "Oh," she put an elegant finger to her lip thoughtfully, "and here I thought you were leering at me like a perverted baboon in heat. Maybe you should've kept that popsicle in your mouth so I wouldn't have had to see your mouth gape open. I could've sworn I almost saw you drool." She completed with a snicker, her cat-eyes narrowing smugly.
All the while, Ichigo's smirk started to slack and heat rushed to his face as he sputtered to defend himself.
"Cut it, I don't want to hear your blubbering. Listen, I'm going to take a shower." Rukia sighed making her small body deflate into the mattress, "It's way too hot in here." Ichigo mentally nodded in agreement but for another reason. "Try not to fantasize about me." She teased as she walked past and swayed her hips as she left the room. Cackling, yes cackling is the only way he could describe the evilness that escaped her, all along the way as she closed the bathroom door and left Ichigo to his thoughts.
Left to his own devices, Ichigo soon realized that ignoring the rush of lewd images wouldn't work. Him running his fingers up her silky smooth thigh, feeling the shiver her body couldn't hold back from the hot trail his fingers left until he grabbed hold of her pert ass and.. .'Oh my god stop!' His heart was racing and face flushed as he was struck by his own perversion. Despite his rather course language and demeanor he rarely expressed his vocabulary sexually in the way that his thoughts were leading. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was kind of shy when it came to that stuff publically. Sure he may have dreamt about Rukia every now in then in a compromising position here and there. He having dirty thoughts about her randomly was not new at all. The sudden desire to kiss her until she was breathless, whimpering, and begging for more; to turn her around and plow her the next desk or wall available until she couldn't walk the next day was…shamefully… not new in his minds inner workings. No, the surprise that she teased him was also egging at him.
Never mind that Rukia teases him all the time, even with things she doesn't fully understand herself, Ichigo found himself questioning her actions.
'Does that mean she knew what he was thinking? That she's been in those positions before, but with some other guy?' The sudden realization angered him and sparked a desire to find that guy and kill him before nights end enveloped his thoughts.
Calming himself he thought, 'Does that mean she's more experienced than me? Is she even a virgin?'
Ichigo was not gay or very innocent either despite rumor, not at all, especially not around…her. He usually had a better hold on his wandering thoughts when it came to the opposite sex. Ignoring their sometimes blatant sexual advances on him or avoiding the smut magazines guys passed around in the locker room after PE, Keigo's vivid explanations gave him all the information he needed to know. Even though he acted like he was tuning him out when the pervert went on his infamous rants.
He had an image to uphold and he also didn't want to get that much attention so that girls threw themselves at him more than they already did thinking he was gay.
The rumor had its perks; no guy was brave enough to mock him for it except Keigo who always got a thorough beating for questioning his manhood.
"Hey you want to take a shower next?"
"Yeah, that would be great; I'm all sticky from that popsicle."
"Want me to lick it off?"
Ichigo twisted his neck so fast he got whiplash and cursed himself. "What?" he countered yelling a little more than necessary.
Laughing haughtily, Rukia forced out words in between elated breaths. "Kidding idiot, you're so uptight." She chuckled. She enjoyed making him squirm and teasing him with phrases she read her shoujo manga characters say to the boy they liked. She herself didn't understand what they fully meant and seeing Ichigo react because he did, made it all the more enjoyable to watch.
Ichigo only stared at her in annoyance. He gazed down her still wet body as a drop of water fell from her locks, swooped down the creases in her shoulder blades and ran down in between her emphasized cleavage from crossing her arms, as the drop disappeared in the damned…towel?! "What the hell Rukia, where are your clothes?"
"I forgot them before I got in the shower." She stated blankly as if it wasn't a problem for her to be practically naked and wet in front of him. C'mon he wasn't that much of a saint, he had his limits like any other 17 year old boy.
"Then why aren't you in Yuzu and Karin's room to change!?" He yelled incredulously, glaring at the raven haired girl.
"I left my change of clothes in here, idiot!" Rukia finally lost her patience with his screeching over nonessential things. Thinking a good kick would back to normal, she ran over to where Ichigo sat on his bed expertly kicked him in the shin while clutching her towel like a life line.
"Shit, you bitch!" Ichigo now hunched over tending to his bruised leg.
Suddenly a boom sounded and Rukia lost grasp of her towel, causing it to fall cascading down her body like curtains on a stage, which starred none other than Rukia Kuchiki's creamy pale, unmarred, and perfect body. His eyes took in all that he could. The perky and full breasts that weren't as small as he previously thought, that he imagined could fit perfectly in his hands, the womanly curve inward towards her tiny, pale, and toned waist, which then expanded out for her hourglass hips. He didn't get to see anything lower than that because she quickly but gracefully grabbed her towel, tied it securely around her lithe figure and sucker punched him right in the face. Enough to knock him out for the night, or possibly even longer.
AN: So what did you guys think? Is it too lewd? This first chapter is just Ichi's initial curiosity almost like a prologue. Tell me if I should keep going, what I should change, feedback, and comments. But most of all THANK YOU for taking time out of your day to read!
Don't worry guys the next chapter will be posted tomorrow. I just have to make some quick check ups and decide if I want it to end where its at or not.
