DISCLAIMER: Bleach+Me= I don't friggin own it.
Mind you people, this is just a two shot.
Ichigo Kurosaki walked along the unfamiliar hallway with a sense of intense urgency. He needed to see her or he would keel over and no paramedic would even be capable of reviving him. If he didn't talk to her, he could say Sayonara to his career. His career that had only lasted for around half a year. His footsteps instigated fear among some of the backstage crew who were male and some strange and demented arousal among the females.
He didn't understand why the men feared him and why the woman thought he was looking for them just because he had wanted to fuck their brains out. That was just plain demented.
He had only been around the place for a while so the layout of the studio was still beyond him. Luckily enough, his destination was definitely someplace he memorized by heart because if he didn't then his death was something that would've come even sooner than he would have wanted.
You see, That was the kind of woman Rukia Kuchiki was. Prideful, prudish, stuck up, evil, and so many other adjectives the friggin dictionary couldn't contain. How he had been able to put up with her for a best friend for ten years was unfathomable and to this day, incomprehensible. As much as he hated her and as much as the feeling was mutual, she was the most talented scriptwriter television history ever had.
Five years into the industry and she had won more accolades and awards than some thirty year old veteran could ever achieve. At the age of twenty five no less. Her genius was first class and so was her genius script. Every line she wrote was always perfect and if one dared to change the words, it would have only one fifteenth of the impact.
To cut it short, no one could write like her.
And how did he fit into all of this? Well he was the guy who passed the audition for the lead role of a movie adaption of a New York Times #1 Bestselling book. His fame had increased tenfold with that movie and a few months later, he had been offered a role to star in a big new television series written by his best friend and inhumanely talented writer Rukia Kuchiki.
Now what was the predicament you say?
Oh, it's nothing like I desperately need her or that after ten years I just realized that I was in love with her all along. Nothing that Hollywood I assure you. And in the very least, nothing that extremely and utterly urgent. Or nothing that shitty or crappy and cheesy
It was just that Rukia Kuchiki had lost her inspiration.
Tragic no? Though the after finding out that they had been life long friends, the producer asked him to fix the problem since he knew her best which was sad to say but true in every sense of the fucking word. Did the producer seriously expect him to fix one of Rukia Kuchiki's mood swings?
That was like asking Adolf Hitler to shoot you in the balls. Twice.
He ruffled his bright fruity tangerine hair in frustration. His hair had always been spiky but ever since he had started university, he had gotten too lazy to cut it. Though it was fine because his lovely best friend and devil's incarnate said that it made him more handsome. Which was another true thing because ever since he kept it a little bit longer, more girls flung themselves at him.
He finally stopped at the familiar door and knocked softly. He knew well enough how she hated excessively loud things. Though as he waited, no one got to the door. Odd, Rukia's always punctual unless she doesn't want to be disturbed. But then again. She would've put a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the doorknob if she was that busy. Based on how well he knew her, he twisted the cold door knob.
He went inside only to find her gone. He double checked to make sure he wasn't missing anything or simply hallucinating but he could understand if he had developed selective sight when it came to Rukia. There were times when he wished he didn't have to deal with her refined bitching.
He strode over to her desk to find a letter on it. He opened the lamp and picked the paper up after he had closed the door.
"To whom it may concern, I have decided to leave early. So if you need me just give me a call. Yours Truly, Rukia Kuchiki. P.S please lock up after me, I'm afraid I don't have my key."
It was short and straight to the point, just like her. That's how he knew it was authentic. Only Rukia had such clean and elegant handwriting as well straight to the point sentences. She absolutely hated dilly-dallying.
Ichigo sighed as he opened the drawer and grabbed the key. He should've known that she had anticipated his coming. Also, it was most likely that 'To whom it may concern' was actually to my tangerine headed idiot of a friend who's name also meant strawberry. She was forcing him to do the stuff she was too lazy to do which was to say, lock up. He knew that everybody feared her and that the only one who ever dared to enter her room or whichever room she was occupying was Ichigo. Any other person was a dead man or woman.
Ichigo exited and locked the room. He slipped the silver key in his pocket before going back to his room which was on the other end of the studio. How inconvenient to have your rooms so far apart. He strode heavily across the studio once more and was met by no one since he had been letting out the 'I'll kill you and if not I'll personally castrate you if you happen to be a guy and by some diluted miracle that you're a woman then I will personally see to it that you're credit cards are expired and that your closet is filled with outdated clothes' vibe. How he could convey all of that in his aura was a talent in itself.
After much walking, he finally found his door and twisted the door knob. the first thing he did as he entered the room was to grab his coat and his important personal belongings such as his keys, cellphone, wallet and the like. He then locked up after himself and proceeded to the exit.
It was just unfortunate that Rukia had decided to not tell anyone where she lived and so Ichigo became the messenger and deliver boy when it came to her since he knew where she lived. As a matter if fact, she lived in the same building where he lived but of course, he dared not mention that. With Ichigo's lifestyle, he could afford much better apartments. Like a hotel, the apartment building had penthouses and suites to plain and cheap one room studio apartments.
Ichigo had just recently moved from the cheap apartment to the more luxurious one which was on the same floor as her. But it wasn't a penthouse, if he did get that one then just what the hell would he do with all that space?
Ichigo fixed his cap on and pulled up his hood as he exited the studio. Even though he was rich, he still preferred to keep a low profile along with his preference for the metro. He pulled out his aviator shades for extra cover. It was raining outside so the shades kinda looked weird but then some people wear shades at night so his action was justifiable.
After some walking, he found the station and went pass the turnstile. He finally boarded the metro and stayed near the door for a quick and easy get away. He held the pole tightly as to not fall and topple over. Ichigo simply stared out the glass of the door, if he kept his face away from everybody else then he was good.
He managed to get away safely as he exited the metro after two stops. After passing the turnstile had made a beeline for the escalator up and as back out in the rain. He took of his shades and stowed them away in his back pocket. Nearly after five minutes of walking, his building was in sight.
Inside, he could finally take of his hood since the people there were quite used to having celebrities living there. He took of his hat and clicked on the up button for the elevator. Ichigo clicked the eighth floor and had to suffer through the terrible elevator music which 'leading experts' thought was soothing. It was actually quite unnerving really.
He found her room after turning right and clicked on the doorbell. It was only after a few moments that she opened the door after an annoyed groan. The door revealed a woman of petite stature since she stood about five feet or so. She had black ebony hair that stopped perfectly around her shoulders and she had these big gorgeous amethyst eyes that once could stare at all the day long. She had natural milky white skin that most women would die for and no matter what state she was in, she maintained this air of poise and refinement.
"Oh, it's you." she stated bluntly.
Ichigo sighed. "Don't fuck with me Rukia, you knew I was coming. Now are you going to let me in or what?"
She shrugged as she gestured him to come in. She had been wearing a comfortable looking oversized t-shirt and some leg hugging biker short she found to be extremely comfortable. She had been typing on her laptop on her couch the entire time she had gone home. Ichigo scanned the clock as he entered revealing that it was six p.m. He sat on the couch with her and relaxed his arm on the back rest of the couch.
"I don't appreciate you sitting on my couch when you're wet." Rukia said as she kept her eyes locked on her laptop.
He rolled his eyes. "Would you rather have me strip in your apartment?"
"You and I both know you've done that several times. Which is why I've kept some of your clothes here in case you come barging in my apartment in a fit of drunken rage." Rukia said in an assertive way which made Ichigo smile. Classic Rukia...
"You're right, hope you don't mind me striping in your living room." he grinned as he went to find some clothes.
She shook her head disapprovingly. "Please, like I want to watch your pathetic excuse of a strip tease."
"Rukia, you're the only woman in the friggin country who thinks I'm not all that impressive." he shot back in a cocky way.
That wasn't true. Not at all, despite what she had been saying all the time, she did like watching him. Ichigo didn't look like he was in steroids. In fact, his body was... Perfect. One could've equated his body to the Olympian gods.
He wasn't aware whenever she watched him and for that she was thankful for.
Ichigo had broad shoulders and another good things was that his pectorals didn't bulge, they didn't look like man boobs. His abdomen was perfectly six pack and definitely not distorted abs. His arms were toned and his biceps did not bulge like a pro wrestler. It bulged in a lean sexy way. There was also this golden trail of hair which led to... down there and his v-cut should be the example for all men.
He was beautiful actually, not that she would ever dare to say that to him.
He had his bad vibes shirt over his lean form much to her dismay. She sighed fitfully as she continued to type. Does he not realize that he was a very attractive male who was willingly stripping in a single woman's apartment?
He went back to sitting next to her nonchalantly.
"I know you've come up with writer's block so I'm here to help out in any way I can if that's alright with you Rukia." he said.
She laughed at him. "Well if you're so dedicated then let's get started shall we?" she said as she closed her laptop.
She stood up and got him to stand up as well. "Listen up, I just need to write the script for episode one. The thing is, I have a hard time portraying you as my character so I need you to act for me. I haven't decided on their names yet so we'll just use our names. Now, I remember my lines but I'll make you ad-lib so that it's more comfortable for you to act." she said in an air of professionalism.
He nodded seriously as he payed every bit of his attention to her. "Acting with you is nothing. I mean, I've been on blind dates for your sick research material and I've saved your butt numerous times on double dates."
"Ha ha ha, very funny Ichigo." she said sarcastically. "I'm starting now okay? No more random crap. You know the basic outline of episode one right?"
He nodded.
"Oh, Professor. What brings your high and mighty self to this lowly bar near the university?" Rukia asked in a mocking tone.
Ichigo sighed as his fingers lightly touched the couch, pretending that it was a counter. "I'm wallowing in depression. You're Ms. Kuchiki aren't you, the University's genius and rich girl. Why are you in this bar."
She pretended to lean on the counter. "Wallowing in depression."
He frowned. "That's not fair now. I told you and now you have to tell me." he said.
"Please professor, I have no reason to tell you. Since I'm not really demanding that you tell me why the youngest, most brilliant and most handsome professor is sulking in a bar." she replied.
"True... Why pretend to be some stupid rich girl when you're not Kuchiki? You're grades are top notch but no one knows them." he asked in a concerned tone.
At this point, professor and student was unusually close in the bar. Too close for comfort in fact.
"I don't like having people think of me as a nerd sir... It's just been a trauma of mine."
Ichigo was now an inch away from Rukia. "Maybe I can help you Kuchiki."
She grinned coyly. "Are you sure professor? You might get fired."
"If no one knows about this then it's fine. I've always wanted to try having elicit student-teacher relationships." he said in a sexually charged tone before redrawing back to the couch.
He smirked that annoying smirk of his. "That's enough material already right?"
She nodded as she took her laptop and pushed the screen up. She typed furiously the dialogue they just had even the actions they were doing. "This is pretty good actually. Thanks for ad-libbing."
"Your welcome." he replied.
Once she was done typing the words and saving it just in case. She faced Ichigo for another favor. "I can finally imagine you as this hot new professor and all but I can't really imagine you kissing your student." Rukia stated brusquely.
He was silent. "Y-you want me to kiss you?" he asked nervously.
She nodded but with a glare. "Please, you stole my first kiss on a drunken wager. And the following kisses after that in which you were extremely drunk." she reasoned.
This was just research to her at least, he thought. "Alright, but don't go back on it." he said as they resumed their previous scene.
Ichigo placed his warm a hand over hers. His hot blazing amber gaze was directed towards her amethyst eyes. "Well Kuchiki... Perhaps we should go someplace private..." he whispered hotly.
"Yes, I believe so professor." she replied as Ichigo led her to the other end of the couch to show that the student and teacher had moved someplace else. Ichigo's burned into her as he was completely immersed in his role.
Ichigo's hand latched itself onto Rukia's supple yet perfect ass. He pulled her closer and held the nape of her neck. "Well then Kuchiki, perhaps I should teach you some things. Think of it as a lesson from your professor." he whispered hotly as he took her lips.
Never in his life had he tasted Rukia Kuchiki whilst conscious. It was completely new to him. As soon as he had a taste of her, he was completely and irrevocably addicted. He needed to constantly remind himself that this was just acting but the more he kissed her, the more he forgot about why he was kissing her. To put it plain and simple. He was kissing Rukia Kuchiki, his best friend and the one person he would never have thought of sleeping with. Until now that is...
How could he not remember her taste when he was drunk?
Ichigo kissed her erratically and she did her very best to cope with him. Her main intention was for research material but God, she had been so stupid. One kiss from him and she was lost. This was wrong, he was her best friend and the one guy who was off limits to her. A minute or two flew by as their kiss had erupted into something more than just acting. They finally redrew for air, panting. Rukia spoke first.
"Ichigo, the drama is about elicit and forbidden student teacher relationship shit. You're supposed to use your tongue and not act like some giddy high schooler who just got his first kiss." Rukia scolded breathlessly.
"Damn midget... Do you want know what's gonna happen if I use my tongue? I won't be able to stop... Midget, can we stop now before I go overboard?" he begged as his forehead connected with hers.
Rukia's eyes softened as she thought about it. It might've been true that she was driven by her sexual attraction to her very own best friend but this was too harsh. She shouldn't be doing this at all. This was going against her greater judgement to begin with. Still, now that she's had it, she didn't want to lose it. She cupped her chin and forced Ichigo to look at her.
"Ichigo, I honestly don't care. I don't care if you kiss me or not. I don't care if you suddenly fuck me on the couch." she said, her voice was laced with something extremely arousing. She said it risking that she might later on regret.
He chuckled slightly. "How many times do I see Rukia Kuchiki act on impulse?"
"Just now, are you willing to cherish the moment?"
"Yes." he said hotly as he surged forward and pinned her on the couch. "You won't go back on your word would you?"
Her eyes said it all. Ten years of pent up tension, she deserved this much.
Ichigo leaned down to capture her lips. He was once again drunk with the sensations of her. The only difference was that he had a clearer purpose in mind and that was to fulfill her. Ichigo's tongue pried her lips open. He shoved it in and was met with her tongue. If he died now, he would've died a happy man. Her taste was heavenly and divine. She tasted of fresh strawberries, some vanilla and a classy elegant champagne. Her taste was what men died for.
They fought a battle of dominance, both not giving any quarter. In the end, by pure luck, Rukia had managed to win much to his dismay. Her hand had snaked from his chest to around his neck before entangling her hands in his hair for purchase. Her other hand was intent on feeling his solid yet sexy abs.
She couldn't be the only one getting anything. Ichigo lifted her shirt revealing creamy white skin as well as finding out that she had forgone wearing her bra. Meaning that her bare breasts were open to him from the beginning. That thought made him hard, extremely hard. Ichigo grinned deviously as he tore himself away from her sweet yet sinful lips. Panting, he lifted his shirt up slowly and assaulted her whether she wanted to or not. He had warned her and these were the consequences.
There were times during their ten year friendship that they had been unbearably sexually attracted to each other. But they never had acted on it... Until now that is.
Ichigo latched his mouth on to her ripe and supple breast. He bit, sucked and licked on her mulberry nipple with intense need. Ichigo never thought, even in his wildest dreams, that he would be the one to elicit such moans and gasps from his very own best friend. It was unbelievable sexy.
"Shall I keep going?" he asked as he flicked her nipple earning him a long sensual moan from her.
"J-just shut up... Ah-ahh... We're being unethical a-as it is..." Rukia mewled.
He smirked at the reaction he received as he switched to her other breast to please her further. "You didn't wear a bra." he stated bluntly as he began to knead her other breast.
"I-is it wrong to be comfortable in your own home?" she snapped at him as her grip on his hair tightened.
"Well..." he said in a playful tone as he held the sides of her loose shirt. He took the flimsy shirt off leaving Rukia bare. "Weren't you expecting me?"
She blushed at what he said but stayed extremely stubborn. "I didn't expect this." she replied.
"Yes you did." he shot back.
Rukia groaned angrily. When Ichigo was most vulnerable, she flipped him over so that she was the one straddling him. She had a heated gaze that bore into his eyes. "If you're gonna try and fuck me, do it right." she said in a demandingly sexual way as she took his lips forcibly. The way her lips slid against his was eupohoric. "And I can't be the only one in a state of undress now can I?" she added as she tore of his buttons while she kissed him ferociously. It was like she was trying to fucking eat him whole.
Once she was through with his buttons, Ichigo simply shrugged his short off as he had a firm grip on her waist. Seeing the feared yet respected Rukia Kuchiki explode into a heaping mass of moans was such a sight indeed. Any man would be lucky to be in his place. Hell, he was lucky Rukia was allowing him to well... fuck her.
"Did I ever mention that I do enjoy your little strip teases." she said hotly as she began to trail hot kisses all over his beautifully sculpted body.
"So they are effective." he groaned as Rukia began to lick his chiseled abdomen
Rukia had wanted to believe that she was the only one who could control the indomitable Ichigo Kurosaki. She knew about his little trysts and she also knew how he thought that it was all just good. Never great. And now she intended to be his first great.
Rukia pulled the zipper down in an almost torturous way as she took of the belt with ease and tugged his buttersoft jeans. Rukia was enthralled with how his erection was pushing insistently against the fabric of his boxers. It was just so... hot.
She pulled tugged his boxers down hard revealing a fully hard on length. The sight of him made her wetter than any other man could've done so in her life. Those college flings didn't do shit against what was happening now. Rukia's hand gripped him with nothing but lust and desire as she stroked him diligently eliciting gasps unbefitting a man like Ichigo Kurosaki.
Rukia sucked his balls earning her a sharp intake of air from him. She had to fight a snicker as she licked all the way from the base of the shaft to the tip which had already been brimming with pre-cum. Damn was she good.
Rukia lowered her hot and waiting orifice onto his engorged and throbbing lenghth. Who knew his best friend was such a talented sex fiend? Because she sure as hell could give him a fantastic blowjob. He loved how her tongue lapped at every substance that had shot out from his tip or how she could make him feel so vulnerable. He loved how her mouth was squeezing out everything he had to offer and when he came, it was all in her mouth. That thought made him painfully harder if that was even possible.
His semen was all over her bottom chin as she finished him. Ichigo found it incredibly sexy as he flipped her over and kissed her. It was so arousing to taste not just Rukia but him on her tongue. He licked off ever excess liquid as he licked her tight abdomen to return the favor. Her breathing had increased tenfold as she did her very best not to gasp, mewl or moan. His touch was simply what all women dreamed off. He was rough yet gentle yet passionate and desire driven. His free hand had found it's way to her nether region. With a smirk, he pressed against a particular region.
"Oh... Fuck, do that again." she moaned breathlessly.
And he did, with great joy.
She call out his name with increasing frequency and his did his absolute best to cope with her demands. Ichigo finally tore of her shorts revealing that she had been wearing black lace panties. He grinned deviously. "What do we have here Rukia?"
He could feel her heady gaze upon him. "I was in a hurry to leave this morning so I grabbed what I could." she said breathlessly as she could feel him tear away at her shorts completely.
He played with her pussy through the black lacey fabric, he could hear her panting. Then he realized that she was watching him. A thought popped into his head as he tore away the extremely wet fabric. He could see her bare slick sex just aching to be done. He lowered his head and lifted her long milky legs as he his mouth was a millimeter away from pleasuring her to the fullest.
Rukia felt the intrusion of a his slick, wet erotically teasing tongue into the place she knew was throbbing the hardest. She gripped the nearest cushion she could find for some form of purchase. No man had ever dares to boldy put his face in between her legs. It was completely new to her.
"O-oh God, Ichigo!" she cried as she gripped whatever that hell she was gripping harder. His slender erotic tongue kept thrusting in and out of her nether region, it was more than she could ever take. His fingers would graze her clit and withdraw teasingly before repeating the torturous cycle. She crooned wantonly with every bit of his skillful ministrations.
He was sure as hell enjoying this.
At this point they weren't best friends. They were just a guy and girl who happened to be sexually frustrated with each other for the past ten years they have known each other.
Screw relationships.
Rukia couldn't take it anymore as she came like a whore. Ichigo'a tongue kept pleasuring her as he was practically drinking her already. Of course he knew that it was his fault for arousing her to such lengths. The sounds she kept making were music to his ears. They only served to arouse him further.
Good Lord he wanted her. Badly.
"Rukia." he whispered huskily. "I want to fuck you so bad..." he said with such great urgency. She found it downright sexy.
"Then by all means..." she replied in the naughtiest voice she could muster.
Ichigo readied himself as he hovered above her. He still couldn't believe that he was having sex with Rukia fucking Kuchiki. He was reassured when it was she herself who guided the pink and raw tip of his length to the entrance of her wet sex.
With great pleasure, his length was now pulsating inside of her. It would have been an insult to her to stop a moment for her to adjust to his size. He only gave himself a second to feel her before he began to thrust erratically.
What happened next was nothing but mind numbing pleasure. He had her whimpering with every thrust and never had she moaned and screamed like a whore in her life. To whichever god had bestowed such a large blessing upon her best friend deserved a continent in his name. She couldn't think nor could she breath. He charged at her with the strength of a raging bull. It felt so good. Too good.
"A-ahh... Ichigo...F-fuck me harder! P-please!" she cried out in pleasure.
"Damn it Rukia... You're so tight... Y-you're so fucking hot right now."
"Ichigo..."
He kept thrusting as if there was no tomorrow. Grunts of pleasure and feverish moans were the only sound heard in the apartment. Her desperate pleas for him kept driving him to keep going. There was nothing like love involved. It's was just pure desire driven passion and carnal instinct that drove these two individuals to do the most unethical of acts known to people who were simply just friends.
Her pussy spasmed so hard as he eyes rolled back. It was like she was in heaven. No if there was something beyond heaven, she would've been there. Her inner walls clenched so tightly on his cock, he lost his breath. In a sharp choked gasp, he erupted inside of her. Filling and overwhelming the expanse of her tight whole. His searing discharge filled her completely. Never had she experienced an orgasm like this.
He loved how she looked postcoital and all. Her hair was mussed up and her eyes were brimming with more unquenched desires. She was panting hard and he could tell that she had been reviewing what had just happened. Her warm core was still throbbing for him and he wasn't getting any smaller as he stayed within her for a little while longer. His breathing had been worse than hers as their bodies glistened in sweat.
He finally pulled out, much to her dismay and he flopped next to her. He still wasn't getting any smaller.
The ever so loving panic settled in her stomach as she observed the floor next to the couch. Rumpled clothing lay on the floor limply as she heard his harsh breathing. She could still feel all the sensations and the wonders he had given her. Her pussy was still throbbing and her breasts were still tingling from delight. She could still feel his lips on hers and how divine he had tasted.
It was just like that movie with Meg Ryan... How Harry Met Sally was it?
Men and woman couldn't stay friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Ichigo and Rukia just proved that. What happens now? Would they stay friends?
She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to lose him over something as trivial as sex. Okay fine, sex wasn't trivial but why had she forgone the use of her brain. Why had she trusted her instincts and desires instead of her greater judgement?
Ichigo got up after a groan, his erection was still hanging about. She never saw him ass naked before, truth be told, he was still beautiful. He was very handsome and his body was no lesser than his face. All of him was impressive. Rukia yelped as he suddenly carried her bridal style.
He brought her to her own room and dropped her on the bed gently. He pinned her down and with strength like his, escape was impossible. Upon looking at his eyes, she understood plain as day what he had wanted. Sad to say, she wanted it too.
More sex.
Why not, she thought. She had already compromised their friendship, more sex wouldn't hurt.
"I'm not done with you, I'm going to see this through the end." he declared confidently as he kissed her passionately.
And so round two began.
With Rukia on top.
AN: So yes, before I hear all of your violent reactions. Let me just say that I have no idea how to write a lemon and this is my first attempt at a real full blown lemon. I wanted to write this two shot while I'm on a short break for my active fic. Just a short break to gather my thoughts for my more active fic.
So now then, I have no idea if I can produce a proper decent lemon so let me hear your thoughts. This is just a two shot once again so please don't expect a chapter three or four. It's not gonna happen.
Please Review! I could use a lot of constructive criticisms. Be as rude as you want as long as it's supposed to help. Hopefully...
Ah well~
AkaBaka-chan signing off.