It was going to be a good day.
Rukia glanced at the clock above their teacher's head, her stomach a mixture of nerves and anticipation. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a head of spiky black hair in front of her in the row to her right, its owner impatiently tapping his own leg for what she was sure was the same reason.
She watched the hands of the clock move ever so slowly as if they were testing her patience, until they finally reached their target and the school bell sounded, signaling the end of their final class of the day.
Trying to seem unhurried, she stood along with the rest of her classmates and began to gather her notes and books, tucking them inside her polished leather bag.
Exiting her row, she was about to follow her friends and the rest of her peers out the classroom doors when the voice of their homeroom teacher stopped her. "Kuchiki-san, do you have a moment?"
She glanced briefly toward the hallway, the black-haired boy already waiting for her there, giving her a small smile and tilting his head to the side to let her know that he'd go on ahead. Catching her eye, her friends wiggled their eyebrows at her having witnessed the exchange, giggling at her pinkened cheeks as they waved and left.
Encouraged but impatient, she waved back and returned to their teacher's desk, as she'd been requested. "Yes, Sensei, what is it?"
"Thanks for staying a minute, Kuchiki-san. I'm terribly sorry to ask this of you, but there are some holiday decorations I wanted to put up in the classroom today, but unfortunately I had an unexpected engagement come up." He smiled at her apologetically. "I was going to ask Kaien if he could help me with it, but I know he has kendo practice after school, and you're not doing any club activities this year."
"Of course, it's no problem," she spoke politely, but eager to be on her way to meet with the boy in question, knowing he was waiting for her downstairs. "I have to run a quick errand, but I'll come back as soon as I'm done."
Her teacher smiled at her gratefully. "Thanks again, Kuchiki-san, I greatly appreciate it." He opened his desk drawer to take out a small key and handed it to her. "You can use this to lock up when you're done and return it to me tomorrow."
"Yes sir," she bowed her head slightly, accepting it from him as he stood up. "I'll take care of it."
They exited the classroom together into the hallway, as he gave her another smile and nodded at her in thanks before walking away. Rukia walked unhurriedly in the opposite direction, waiting until she heard his footsteps descending the staircase before starting to run toward the opposite stairwell.
She made it down to the first floor and out the building hardly a minute later, rounding the corner to the grove of trees lining the back of the school; a smile widening across her face when she saw him leaning against the brick waiting for her, a handsome smile on his own as soon as he saw her.
She was Rukia Kuchiki: straight-A student, vice president of their homeroom, and female class rep three years in a row; she grinned brightly at the person in front of her, none other than Kaien Shiba: the most popular boy in school, president of their class, her counterpart since day one, and the boy she liked.
Who also liked her back.
"Rukia," he said as she approached him, unable to take her eyes off his face. The way he was looking at her was making the usual butterflies in her stomach whenever she was around him dance madly, and she felt her cheeks start to warm as he continued watching her. "What did Sensei want?"
"Oh, he just needed some help putting up decorations in the classroom. I let him know I had to do something first but would take care of it afterward."
"Oh, and what did you need to do first?" he teased, his knowing smile making her face heat up even more.
"I needed to meet someone," she said, a sudden wave of shyness washing over her. "A guy...I like..."
He grinned down at her then, and she nearly melted.
"Is that so?" He removed his hands from his pockets, extending them to place them on her arms, pulling her in towards him. "That's funny, I came here to meet up with a cute girl…" He wrapped his arms around her waist. "A really cute girl."
He dipped his head down to hers, pressing his lips against hers and sliding his fingers into her hair, and Rukia couldn't fight back the moan that escaped her throat, whimpering into his mouth.
It wasn't the first time he'd kissed her but it was all still so new. She had finally found the courage to confess to him a few weeks ago and was hardly able to believe it when he told her he liked her too; they weren't officially dating yet since he had explained he needed to focus on kendo practice before tournaments, but just knowing he felt the same way had been enough for now. She'd found herself floating on cloud nine ever since, blissful and even more excited to come to school every day.
She felt something hot and wet slide across her lips, and she parted them to allow him to explore her mouth with his tongue. His hand that wasn't in her hair was moving slowly down her arm towards the front of her shirt, and she stiffened when she felt his large hand gently squeeze at her breast. Feeling her tense beneath his touch, he muttered soothingly against her lips, "Just relax, Kuchiki…"
She did her best to trust him and do so, even though the unfamiliar sensation of a hand other than her own touching her there was making her legs feel weak. She could feel wetness starting to seep through her panties. As if he could sense it, he brought a knee up between hers, parting her legs and pushing it up against her slowly, gently grinding it against her most sensitive spot.
She heard him moan softly as well and she gasped—this was further than they'd gone before, and her brain was struggling to maintain control over the overwhelming sensations. She certainly hadn't been expecting them to go this far today, but the thought of how hungry he was for her triggered something inside her that she liked.
A bell rang, echoing around the school grounds, and he pulled away from her reluctantly.
"I have to go to practice, but I'll see you tomorrow?"
She nodded at him silently, still trying to gather her thoughts and catch her breath, and he smiled at her flustered state. "Go do a good job, Kuchiki." Fixing her shirt and giving her hair a quick ruffle, he pushed off of the wall and walked away in the direction of the school dojo.
Rukia stood where she was for a while, her heart still beating rapidly as she tried to collect herself before heading back toward the classroom. As she made her way back up the stairwell and darkened hallways of the school, unlocking the door to her empty classroom with a click, she could feel the uncomfortable dampness of her underwear as it stuck to her body, the memory of Kaien's body pressed against hers making her heartbeat start to quicken once again.
Closing the door softly behind her, she walked over to the wall of windows overlooking the school grounds. Below, she could see the baseball and soccer teams practicing out on the sports fields, and she knew the kendo club was training in the gym building for their upcoming match. The main building where they had class, however, was empty and quiet.
She watched the figures running across the field, her mind wandering back to the previous moment with Kaien—the boy she'd secretly admired from up close for so long.
It was so hard to believe that he actually felt the same way, and knowing he was just as intoxicated by her as she was by him only made the attraction she felt intensify.
She'd never been touched by anyone like that before—much less by someone who already made her heart feel as if it were about to beat out of her chest just by talking to her.
Something squeezed inside her tightly as her fingers slowly came up to the front of her shirt, lightly running over her own chest as she felt her nipples start to harden. She'd touched herself before, but something was different now—before, all she had to go off of was her imagination, fantasies of what it would be like to be touched by Kaien. But now she had something real, actual memories; the lingering sensation of his mouth against hers and his hands on her body, making her feel things she'd never felt before.
"Kaien…" she moaned softly, her other hand coming down to slide beneath her school skirt, brushing over her damp panties and eliciting delicious pleasure at the slight contact.
Never in a million years had she ever thought she would ever do something as risky and indecent as touching herself at school—but she couldn't think straight after what he'd done to her...the building was empty, and she wanted him so badly. She wished he were here with her; desperately needing more, to feel him against her, to let him make her feel good with his hands again...
Slowly walking away from the window toward the nearest desk, she raised herself slightly on her toes, straddling the corner of the table, letting out a small cry at the feeling of the smooth, hard wood pressed between her legs. Both of her hands were on her own breasts now, teasing her hardened nipples through her shirt and multiplying the pleasure radiating through her body as she began to rock back and forth, mind fogged with lust and need.
"Need a hand with that, Kuchiki?"
Rukia's eyes snapped open and she jerked away from the desk, hands dropping to her sides as if she'd touched fire. Across from her, the door to the classroom had slid open without her noticing while she was lost in her own pleasure.
She looked up in horror to see her least favorite classmate, delinquent and school bad boy Ichigo Kurosaki, smirking at her from the doorway as he leaned against it.
It had been supposed to be a good day.
A/N: So I had this random smut plot idea pop into my head and this is what happened. It's kinda crack-y smut honestly, but hopefully it's fun crack-y smut.
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