This is a request from Minum12345. She wanted ZakuroxKish and I put this together. There is cheating. There is sex. There is swearing. There is Alternate Universe plotline. There is mentions of KishxIchigo. There is use of alcohol. But Hey! We're all adults here in the M-rated side of Fanfiction, right? If you have a request let me know. If you want a particular story, I'm now taking $5 dollar commissions. Besides that, give me a couple and watch me fucking ruin it.

Lustful Thinking

When Kish's brother brought home Zakuro, he nearly shit himself. She was crazy out of Pai's league with long, slender legs leading to a soft, shapely ass. Her waist was tapered, breasts were plump, her skin was pale, and her face… Damn her face! Soft, full lips usually covered in pink gloss and bright blue eyes emphasizing full lashes with silk looking, waist length dark violet hair off balancing her skin. When Kish found out she was a model, honestly he wasn't surprised. He was surprised that his awkward looking older brother managed to not only meet her, but also get her on a date and then another and as many more it took to officially call the beauty a 'girlfriend.' Like wasn't fucking fair.

"It's very nice to meet you, Kisshu." Her voice was almost husky.

Not fucking fair at all.

Now, Kish didn't really know what his brother was packing since, hell! They haven't taken a bath or shower together since they were maybe 8 years old, but it had to be huge. "You too." That night seriously questioned what he looked like. He never for a moment growing up thought he was bad looking, sure his ears where maybe slightly above average and he didn't look like your traditional Japanese male, but hell he was muscular and girl liked long hair right? Yet why was he having no luck with women and here comes his boring, genius brother with the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen.

She'll get bored of him. They'll be over within the week.

But damn, if she wasn't around all the time! Sitting in the coach, long arms draped over Pai's shoulders, kissing him, half sitting on top of him, long hair falling like a waterfall over her face, almost shielding the two of them from his hungry, prying eyes. Damned if she wasn't in their own shower the night after she spent the night with Pai, Humming while she stood naked under the water, rubbing her body, letting her hair fall down her back. Sure, Kish had never seen this with his own eyes, but he did think about it a lot. It was a constant fantasy of opening the door and stepping in the shower and pushing her body again the wall and entering her again and again and again…

His sheets were nearly solid every night. And waiting for them to break up within a week turned into within a month turned into within 6 months and Kish was losing all patience. And of course his brother was oblivious to his pain. He was too busy having sex! And he wasn't even sure if Zakuro noticed his hungry gaze, that is, until the night of Kish's birthday. He had thrown a party at their house, small enough not to get out of control but large enough to justify the amount of pizza and alcohol they bought.

He had been talking to a friend from work when she came up to him, tapping him on the shoulder. When Kish turned, Zakuro pulled him into a short hug, pressing her body against his. He wasn't even expecting her tonight, so to say he was surprised would have been an understatement. "Happy birthday!" She said near his ear and he shivered from her warm breath.

"Where's Pai?"

"He needed to get cake." She shrugged. "I guess he forgot."

Yeah, great plan, Pai. Leave her with me. Good idea. He nodded and his friend disappeared, leaving Zakuro and Kish alone. Kish looked her up and down, noting the short dress showing her legs and the long coat with the cross he's seen her wear more than once. He did eventually get to her face and noticed she looked a little uncomfortable. He assumed she'd never met most of the people who showed up so she was probably sticking to him since she knew him best. With a sigh, Kish accepted his fate and smiled at the pretty girl in front of him. "Do you want to get a drink?"

She nodded, and followed him to the beer, grabbing a cup and the two of them chatted. He found out she not only was a model but a singer, actor and dancer as well. She did it all! But it was all chick flicks so it wasn't shocking that Kish had never seen her in anything. Another beer later he found out that she met Pai late at night after coming home from a particular hard day at the shoot, and then the bar, and he was kind enough to get her home safely. And a couple of beers later, Kish learned she was a light weight…

"Ya know, you look jush like Pai!" Zakuro giggled, hanging on his arm as Kish dragged her to the second floor of his house. He was sure a drunk, beautiful girl would get into trouble downstairs and taking her to Pai's room was the safest bet. She hung all over him with her thin arms and she smelt like lilacs. "Shorter tho." She mumbled, touching his hair lightly.

"Yeah, yeah. We look the same. You're kinda heavy."

She just snorted. "No one says that to me!" She was almost shouting in his ear. Luckily the music was loud. "I'm Zakuro Fujiwara! I'm an idol!"

He opted not to respond, hoping that she wouldn't get any louder. With a few more steps, they got to Pai's door and fumbling a little with the door knob with only one hand free. He got Zakuro in first, sitting her on the bed and almost immediately she flopped back, throwing her arms up. "I'm an idol!"

"Yeah, you are." Kish chuckled. Looking down at her under him, seeing his beauty splayed out beneath him… it was too tempting. "So stay here. Pai will be back."

"Stay with meeeeeee." She whined. In one fluid motion, impressive while she was intoxicated, she sat up, grabbed his down and pulled him down. Taken by surprise, Kish lossed some balance, but regained it, knelling on the bed in front of her, his arm still in her grasp. She was slightly sweaty, her eye lids droopy from alcohol, his dress too tight in the front… This wasn't fair!

"Listen," Her growled, sound harsher than he meant to sound. "I have to go. I really can't stay here with you." She tilted her head like a confused dog and long hair fell down her shoulders. He was close to snapping and when he felt her hand stroke his arm, his held tight onto his last shred of sanity. "Alright. I find you really attractive and if I stay here any longer I will take advantage of you." He didn't hid the hungry look in his eyes. Maybe if she saw the full extent of what he meant, she would let him go and hopefully forget what he revealed and never speak of it again and then Kish could suffer in silence until they got married and never see them again.

Expecting her to walk away, he was surprised when she sat up a little, a gleam in her eyes and her hand moved even slower than it had been. "Oh, reeeeeaaally?" Kish swallowed his spit and moved to back away from her until her other hand made a move at face. When her warm fingers brushed against his face, Kish was completely frozen in place. "I think you're attractive too." Her breath smelt like liquor but it was becoming hard to convince himself that his was a bad idea. "You should kiss me."

And that was it. That was all it took for the last thing holding the young male to completely snap and grasp her head as if it was precious and crush his lips onto hers and moaned instantly. They were soft and complied and when he broke apart for a short breath, they opened beneath his so sweetly. She didn't wear gloss like he originally had thought, it was actually flavored and tasted something like cherries and slightly like lip balm. There was a short flash of his brother in his mind but it was pushed back again when her tongue met his and her hands tangled in his hair pulling him into the kiss even more. Kish leaned forward, pushing her down onto the bed a bit more and opting to lay on top of her, feeling her soft breasts under him against his chest.

He contented himself with making out with her for a few minutes, feeling her beneath him and listening to her soft breathing. It was everything he imagined when he stared at her lips when she wasn't looking. Kish was in total bliss before she rolled her hips into his and mewled in his mouth. She wanted more and he was perfectly fine with that and decided to show her by leaning up and removing his shirt to see how she would react. Zakuro smiled softly, touching his chest softly, following the smooth planes before softly pressing her lips against his collar bone. Kish took a sharp intake of breath, pushing his hips into hers to show just how much he was enjoying it, hoping she'd get the hint. Luckily she did and kissed his neck harder, sucking and licking on the skin she found, leaving marks on his skin, her coat falling down her shoulders before she completely shrugged it off.

Kish hadn't had a hickey since he was 16 years old but the pent up frustration silenced his adult brain, the one telling him 'don't let this girl suck on your neck like you're a pubescent teen.' Because, to be honest, in that moment he might as well be.

Kish pulled away and touched the hem of her dress, lifting it slightly and gauged her reaction. Weather is was a zip up dress or not, he figured lifting it would get his point across. He practically prayed she would let him do it, let him take off her dress so he could get an up close and personal look at those soft breasts... When she didn't stop him, he took it as a good sign and lifted it further and Zakuro helped him, raising her arms as the dress came up and over her head. He had imagined her naked tons of times, who wouldn't? But the real thing was different that he expected. Zakuro still had a bra on but the shape and size of her was undeniable. When he finally dragged his eyes away from her chest, he noticed and tattoo on her stomach and decided he needed a closer look.

Lowering himself down her body, he found the tattoo almost looked like two wolves, the design circling her belly button and he traced it with his tongue. Zakuro gasped at the sudden cold, encouraging the male to continue whatever he was doing. He honestly didn't know himself. He had sex with girls before, well… only his high school girlfriend Ichigo, so he wasn't an expert or anything but he did remember something that Ichigo liked a lot. Lazily licking his way down her stomach, one hand reached up and lowered her underwear, the other holding her hips in place as he slowed his pace even more before setting himself between her legs.

"Kish…" Zakuro moaned out into the dark room. Kish almost wished he turned on the lights before setting her down but the back of his mind told him if he could see everything with perfect clarity he could feel a lot more remorseful about the whole thing. His hands grazed her thighs, heading upwards making his intentions clear. He made sure not to take her by surprise in case she didn't want what he was about to do, but she whimpered, jolting her hips up, clearly sick of the slow pace. He brushed her folds, noting that she was actually pretty wet already with pride. Kish pushed his fingers inside her softly and the lavender haired model moaned out, pushing her hips up.

His fingers moved with purpose, exploring and stroking, reveling in the scent and sounds she made, the bass from downstairs helping him build up a rhythm. Zakuro groaned, moving her hips against his hands, panting and moaning, nearly begging for more. "Please. Don't tease me."

"What is it you want then, Zakuro?" Kish purred, growing cockier with her unbasted display of pleasure. "Hmm? If you don't tell me I don't know."

The model lightly pushed him back, sitting up only to turn over, presenting her ass to him, her hands spreading her entrance open giving him a clear picture of something he wouldn't soon forget. "From behind." She panted out. "Fuck my pussy from behind."

Fuck.

In that moment, the only thing that mattered in the world was that woman. He could seriously fall in love with her if she kept talking like that. He pushed her upper body towards the bed, positioned himself and slowly began to bury himself inside of her. The angle made him groan, able to see his dick slid inside of her, taking it slowly, careful not to lose his load in one shot. That would be a waste as well as embarrassing. But Zakuro was hungry to stop going slow. She, turned her head, peaking at him from a layer of long hair, his pink lips parted slightly. "Please, take me."

Deciding she should set the pace, he wrapped two arms around her torso, pulling her to a sitting positon and grasped her hips, guiding her to bounce on his erection, almost slamming her hips down repeatedly. She responded quite positively, if her loud voice was any indication, and Zakuro took control of the pace, leaving Kish to busy himself with touching and caressing her body. "Ah, God. Kish, Yes!" One hand found her nipple, sliding under her bra he didn't realize he failed to take off, rolling it between his fingers, softly pinching while the other made its way lower, between her legs, finding her clitoris and rubbed it with his first two fingers, something he had seen in quite a few videos of porn.

Zakuro's voice grew loader, her thrown back resting against Kish's shoulder, leaving her neck exposed. He bit down, kissing and sucking and nibbling, doing something, anything to prolong his orgasm. She was amazing and the months of masturbating to her and watching her and thinking about her drove him insane. He knew there was really no way to go back from having sex with her but it didn't really matter now. All that mattered was her hips and her breasts and her clit and her voice and oh God, her voice. He wasn't going to last much longer. He groaned into her shoulder, feeling the buildup in his groin, rubbing faster, pinching slightly harder before the hand on her chest left to grab her hips again. "God, Zakuro!"

So close now, so achingly close. One of her hands wrapped around his head, pulling his face towards hers and kissed him hard, simulating the way his dick penetrated her with her tongue and in that kiss Kish lost himself. His growl muffled in her mouth, he gave her a few more final, sharp thrusts as he emptied himself completely moaning and crying out her name and cursing in a low voice he wasn't even sure he had. Kish's fingers didn't stop, bringing the female in his lap to her completion watching her chest rise and fall, her hips jerking as she rode her orgasm out, mewling and moaning, tightening and milking him for the last few moments of his.

Music still playing below them, the two panted almost in rhythm, sweat sticking the two together until Zakuro finally got up. She located her underwear and clothes and quickly got dressed, not really speaking to him or looking at him until Kish sat up and cleared his throat audibly. She turned her head sharply, seeming to almost completely sober up and crossed her arms. "Yeah?"

"Um…" Kish didn't really know what to say. "Well…" It all started to sink it for him at that moment. Having sex with his brother's girlfriend in his own bed, sitting on it, naked and sticky and smelling like her. He really wanted a shower and some clothes…

With a roll of her eyes, Zakuro headed towards the door. "Happy birthday, Kisshu. Don't tell your brother about this. Please."

And with that she left, and Kish wasn't sure what to feel.