"Need a hand with that, Kuchiki?"
Rukia stared at the boy across from her, shock frozen on her still-flushed face. As she gazed at his smirking face staring back at her, she realized belatedly that she'd forgotten to lock the door behind her.
Though it was much too late now, anyway.
How long had he been there?
She willed her voice to work, cursing herself as it came out as a stutter: "K-Kurosaki. I—I don't know what you're talking about."
He raised an eyebrow at her as his eyes raked over her body, clearly amused at her disheveled state.
"You don't? I kind of figured you did, based on the way you were moaning." Her eyes grew wide as he pushed off the doorframe, quietly sliding the door shut behind him as he approached her, smirking. "Tsk tsk—on my desk, no less."
Her cheeks burned hotter as she took a step away from him as he continued to come toward her.
"I wasn't doing anything," she denied again hotly.
"Oh no? It looked like you were enjoying yourself...unless I was mistaken?" he laughed, eyes boring brightly into hers. "That was pretty amazing, Kuchiki. Never would've thought our class rep was so wild." He continued walking her away from the desk until her back was pressed against the wall, the cold glass of the window piercing through her thin shirt. "But I guess even the class rep needs to blow off steam once in a while, huh?"
"Are you going to tell anyone?" she whispered, both unable and afraid to look away from his detestable face.
She watched as his lips drew into a lazy smirk. "Hmm," he drawled, looking amused. "That depends. What do I get out of it if I don't?"
At that, her expression hardened into one he was more used to seeing on her. "Don't think you can try to blackmail me."
His grin widened.
"Blackmail?" he chuckled. "You think I'm that kind of guy?"
"I know you are!"
"Oh you do, do you?" He lowered his face close to hers and she flinched at the sudden proximity. "I'm flattered, didn't realize the class rep was paying so much attention to me. Tell me, what else do you know about me?"
"That you're always getting into fights," she spat at him. "And you don't care about any of our school rules."
The edge of his mouth quirked up at that. "Oh, but rules are more fun to break than follow," he murmured, his canines glinting soft and dangerous in the glow of the setting sun. "Don't you agree?"
She growled at him. "God Kurosaki, grow up. What are you, in middle school?"
To her ire, he only laughed. "Call me what you want, but I'm not the one who was touching herself in our classroom after school."
At his reminder of the situation she was in, her face turned pleading. "Please, please don't tell anyone. You can never tell Sensei, or Kaien—"
"Shiba?" He gazed at her curiously. "Isn't he your boyfriend?"
It was silly, considering what he'd already caught her doing, but she found herself flushing at the innocent assumption despite herself, not yet used to discussing it with anyone. "He's not."
The knowing smirk he flashed at her made her want to tear off his head. "Oh, that's even kinkier then. Does he know you moan his name in the middle of our classroom while you're getting yourself off?"
"Go fuck yourself, Kurosaki," she snarled.
"You've got a surprisingly dirty mouth too, class rep." A loud slam by either side of her head made her jump, and she found herself trapped against the window between his arms. "I don't think our teacher would be too happy to know the kind of language his favorite student is spouting off to a classmate after school."
"What do you want?" she asked frustratedly. "Just say it and leave me alone." Unlikely as it was, perhaps there was a chance he was all bark and no bite. She wouldn't put it above Kurosaki to do something as cruel as messing with her for his own amusement.
After a long, tense moment, his shoulders dropped and he removed his hands from the wall to shrug them back into his pockets. "Relax, Kuchiki. As much as I'd love to stick around and watch you come in your panties, I've got better things to do."
He turned to leave, picking up the messenger bag draped over his desk chair.
Normally she would've felt the urge to berate him for his crude language; however, right now she found herself too surprised and relieved to care. "You're not going to blackmail me?" she asked, her voice skeptical but hopeful.
He walked over to the door, pausing to look over his shoulder at her question. "Don't flatter yourself, Kuchiki. Just be grateful I was the one who caught you." The corner of his mouth curled up. "If I were Shiba and I'd walked in to find you moaning my name, I don't know if you'd have been so lucky."
She flushed in indignation at the lewd insinuation, quickly opening her mouth to defend Kaien, but he was already out of the room and halfway down the darkened hallway by the time she thought of what to say.
Kurosaki, you prick.
Ichigo kicked off his shoes, shutting the door behind him.
It had been over two weeks since he'd been back at school, and when he'd realized he'd left his copy of Much Ado About Nothing in his school bag after turning his apartment inside out looking for it, he'd been prepared to simply pick the lock to his classroom and slip inside. To his surprise, however, it was already unlocked and slid open easily when he pulled it.
Nothing could have prepared him for the scene he'd walked into.
He was half sure he was dreaming as their goody-goody class rep fucked herself on one of the classroom desks in front of him, soft feminine moans reaching his warming ears across the darkened room. He'd watched in frozen shock for several seconds before realizing belatedly that it was his own desk.
To be honest, he'd never interacted with Kuchiki much before. Outside of her scolding him on the rare occasions he would come to class, and dropping off missed assignments and school newsletters outside his front door, Ichigo had hardly considered her much of a presence in his life.
He'd known the minute he'd met her that they were from entirely different worlds. They had absolutely nothing in common. But it didn't bother him; whenever she got in his face he'd just laugh in hers. He could tell it pissed her off to no end, which made it worthwhile in his book.
But well—he wasn't blind. Kuchiki was attractive, even if the stick up her ass was too big for his liking. And though it wasn't near enough to redeem her shitty personality, he could appreciate the fact that she had a mouth on her; always ready to deliver sharp criticisms and quick comebacks. She may have been a midget but she definitely wasn't afraid of him, smacking the back of his head whenever he slept in class and telling him off when he deserved it.
And now he knew what other sounds her mouth could make.
His skin heated quickly remembering her there in the classroom, completely lost in her own sensations and wholly unaware of his presence. Something about the fact that he'd stumbled onto this scene after school hours, the building usually bustling with throngs of students empty and quiet, made the entire thing even more surreal.
The image of their perfect class rep, all decency and self-control lost and completely given in to pleasure—it was one that wouldn't be leaving his mind anytime soon. Amusingly, despite the circumstances he'd felt the same usual thrill when he'd confronted her and she'd glared at him, still trying to fight back though she was hardly in a position to do so. Something about the hostility and defensiveness on her face, her cheeks red from both anger and embarrassment; it made something inside him jump.
He'd almost snorted when she asked if he was going to blackmail her. Clearly she thought she knew him better than she did. It was a fair assumption given his reputation, he supposed, but he wasn't someone who took pleasure in being cruel for no reason. He'd always lived by his own sensibilities; he defended himself when he needed to and ignored rules when they felt pointless.
He could tell she'd been close before she'd noticed him, her delicate features scrunched and needy looking, and hips thrusting against the wooden desk erratically as she rode it. In all honesty, he wasn't sure why he'd called out at that moment, interrupting her.
Maybe watching her come would've felt wrong, too intrusive.
He made his way out of the entryway, tossing his bag onto the floor by the foot of his dining table as he headed toward the bathroom, stripping off his shirt as he walked.
He wasn't planning on telling anyone about Kuchiki's little secret, nor did he care if she got caught; that was her problem, although messing with her a bit had been fun. He'd never seen her so uncomposed. It was satisfying to see the self-righteous expression slip off her face for once, especially when he'd mentioned Shiba's name.
It didn't surprise him in the least that she had a thing for Shiba—the Golden Boy of Karakura High, whom Ichigo could never be bothered to deal with. Their other class rep was surprisingly lax with him—or maybe more accurately, he saw Ichigo as so below him he didn't consider him someone worth interacting with. Which was just fine with Ichigo.
As perfect as his image was, there was something off about Shiba that he didn't like, a sort of fakeness that seemed like it could easily turn cruel if you got on his bad side. It was just the sense he got whenever he ran into him.
He walked into the rising steam from the shower, shutting his eyes and allowing his muscles to relax. Tomorrow was Thursday—two more days of class left in the week, not that he was intending to go anyway. He'd cut Kuchiki a break, he decided, smirking under the hot water as he pictured the bullets she'd be sweating if he showed up in homeroom tomorrow.
At any rate, nothing had changed between them—he would continue to skip school and ignore her, and she would continue her perfect performance as a model classmate and every teacher's favorite student. And once she realized he was keeping his word, she'd probably get over it quickly enough and be back in his face as usual the next time she saw him.
After all, she was Rukia Kuchiki—and he was Ichigo Kurosaki.
A/N: Hello! Hope everyone had a lovely IchiRuki Week :)
A quick update: I've re-plotted this entire fic, and it will likely be around fifteen chapters. And a bit less crack-y. I've realized I'm terrible at writing more than one thing at a time, so my sincere apologies to those who have been patiently waiting for My Best Friend's Little Sister and Chapstick updates. Pleasure Lessons' chapters are going to be much shorter and I already have the next chapter written, so I'm hoping to knock this fic out before getting back to those.
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