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Distraction	By : Failsafe-Failure Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female > Ichigo/Rukia Views: 13778 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Distraction
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Watcha doin’?” Rukia asked as she draped herself across my shoulders.
“My homework.” I growled back. This paper was due tomorrow and I was really having trouble with it.
“Hmm, looks boring.” She breathed into my ear. “Why don’t you take a break?”
I rolled my eyes at that. I knew what she meant by “break”. Ever since we took our relationship to the next level, we’ve been enjoying “breaks” on a fairly regular basis. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed it a lot. Rukia was a hellcat in bed, passionate and exciting, and at any other time, I’d already have her on her back, but today, I really, really needed to get this paper finished.
“Not right now.” I said. “I have to get this done and I’m having a hard time. My grades have been suffering enough as it is.”
“Oh, come on.” She purred as she nibbled on my ear. “Fifteen minutes couldn’t hurt.”
The jasmine scent of her perfume filled my nose and I was uncomfortably aware of the feel her breasts against my back and her breath on my neck as her hand slowly made its way down my chest on its way to more intimate places. Predictably, my body reacted to her touch, not giving a damn about my homework. My breathing grew heavier, I felt my skin flush with heat and it got more than a little tight in my boxers. She knew exactly how to turn me on and the temptation to let her keep going was enormous. It took all of my willpower to reach up and stop her hand.
“You’re going to want more than fifteen minutes and you know it.” I said pushing her away. “Seriously Rukia, let me finish this. Once I get my paper done, we can do whatever you want.”
She pouted as she crossed her arms. “That’s going to take hours knowing you.”
I ignored the obvious jab at my intelligence. “It probably will.” I agreed. “You should find something to keep you busy.” Turning away from her, I went back to work. I was determined I would not let her distract me.
“Fine.” She snapped. “I do have other stuff to do you know. I still have a lot of research to conduct on the real world. I’m going to work on a report.”
“Fine.” I muttered back. “Do your research. Whatever. Just stay out of my hair so I can get this paper done.”
“Fine!” she snarled “I will!”
Not giving me a chance to yell back, she jumped into the closet and slammed the door. I focused on my work and tried to put her out of my mind. I did a pretty good job too. I didn’t notice at all when the closet door slid open again.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” she said.
Huh? What was she doing now? Turning around, my jaw almost hit the floor. Rukia had changed from her usual sundress into what I could only describe as a secretary outfit. Holding a pen and legal pad in her hands, she had her hair up in a severe bun with stray strands of hair escaping here and there. She was wearing red framed half moon glasses with a silver chain on the earpieces looped around her neck. Her white, long sleeved shirt and black vest could have been called conservative if it weren’t for the fact that it hugged every curve and was open halfway down her front exposing a black lace bra and revealing her firm, high bosom. The hip hugging skirt, dark stockings and high heels topped off the look. I swallowed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I managed to choke out.
“I’m doing my research.” She smirked back. “I’m calling it, ‘Effects of Superficial Appearances on the Adolescent Human Male’.”
“You’re just trying to keep me from doing my homework!” I accused.
“Is it working?” She asked with a feral grin. “I’m only getting started. Tell me, boss, what is it you want me to do? I’m very good a taking…dictation.”
Holding her pen up to her mouth, she began to slowly lick it in a highly suggestive fashion, her eyes boring into mine.
“Well...Miss Kuchiki,” I strangled out, “I think you should take the day off and come back tomorrow.”
That broke the spell. She frowned and stamped her foot in frustration.
“How dare you!” She fumed “Well I’m not done yet. Just you wait Kurosaki Ichigo. I will be victorious!” And back into the closet she sprang.
Sighing, I tried to get back to my paper. Maybe I should go to the library? As I thought about it while trying to get back into my homework, the closet door opened sooner than I expected.
“Doctor Kurosaki.” Rukia moaned. ‘I think I have a fever. Can you check my temperature with your…thermometer?”
Turning around this time, I saw her dressed in a pink nurses outfit open to her navel with a super short skirt and white stockings with visible garters. I snorted.
“Totally not working, babe.” I informed her. “That outfit makes you look like Yuzu.”
“Huh?” Looking down at herself, she realized I was right. A nurse’s outfit would only weird me out, not turn me on. “Oh, crap!” She yipped. “I’ll be right back.” Back in the closet again.
I shook my head. Maybe I should just give her what she wanted? No. No I shouldn’t. Besides the fact that she would probably want to go for hours, she had to learn that she couldn’t always get her own way. I was determined to hold the course no matter what she did. Of course, I had no idea what she would try next.
“Pardon, m’sieur Kurosaki, I have come to, ‘ow you say? Tidy up?”
Now where did she get this one? This time she was dressed as a little French maid, frilly cap, lacey apron and all.
“Now that’s plain dirty.” I muttered under my breath.

If there was anything I couldn’t resist, it was long, shapely legs and a firm, round ass. For a short girl, Rukia had both in spades. She knew exactly what she was doing as she slowly strutted around the room pretending to dust, stretching first way up high, then bending down low, hips swaying seductively with every step. Standing up straight, the lines in the back of her stockings drew the eye up, up, up her shapely thighs to where her tiny skirt offered a maddening hint of her creamy white panties. Bending down? I was hypnotized. She took her time, letting me drink it all in as she slowly made her way around the room, finishing up right in front of me.
“I ‘ave finished with your room, m’sieur. Is there anything else you require from me? Any…service I can perform?”
I was weakening. The blood pounded in my ears, roaring like the tide, my crotch was aching for release and I salivated at the thought of seizing her, ravaging her, right there and then. Turning around, I crossed my arms to keep her from seeing how my hands shook.
“Sorry sugar.” I croaked. “No sale. You’ve done your worst and you failed.”
She gave a throaty chuckle and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
“I’m not done yet.” She warned “We’ll see who fails soon enough.”
I couldn’t answer. There is no way I could talk now in anything but a husky growl. She would hear the lust in my voice, know I was on the verge of giving in and move in for the kill. On the other hand, I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. If I didn’t want to lose, I would have to leave. Now! But how could I when I was so hard, I couldn’t stand up?
Trying to concentrate on my schoolwork was pointless now. My eyes stared at the desk without seeing, my brain whirling with images of Rukia, both dressed and undressed. I could hear her rustling and bumping around in the closet as she changed into her latest weapon of choice. What would it be this time? A swimsuit? A Lolita dress? A…bunny girl!? All of these images and more swam before me, visions in spandex and cotton, lycra and lace, smooth and soft and tight and revealing, all of it enticing and alluring, driving me insane. I gripped the sides of my desk fighting the urge to yank my dick out of my pants and jack off right there and then. The closet door sounded as loud as a 747 taking off as she slowly slid it open. I could hear her emter the room, every step echoing like a kettle drum to my over stimulated senses. It seemed like hours as I listened to her steps drawing closer and closer.
“Hey.”
This time, I knew there was no hope. This time, I would fail. As she came into view, all of my defenses crumbled. Goth girl. She had turned herself into he perfect vision of a goth girl. Standing with her hands on her hips and a knowing smirk, I let my gaze drift down her body, taking in her dark lipstick and eye shadow, spiky earings and a leather dog collar. My eyes locked on her t-shirt. It said “Punish me, I’m a bad gurrl” with a skull and crossbones in the middle. More importantly, it was cut so short, I could see the lower curve of her breasts, her nipples tenting the material outward. I couldn’t take it anymore! I barely noticed the navel ring or the pleated black miniskirt as I lunged forward, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her onto my lap. She squeaked in surprise, then laughed in triumph as she straddled my thighs.
“So does this mean I win?” she teased.
“Shut up!” I ordered pulling her down for kiss. Her lips were hot and sweet against mine, her mouth open and inviting as we explored each others mouths with our tongues. My hands eagerly sought her ass, griping and squeezing her firm flesh, enjoying the silky feel of her skin. She ground her hips against my trapped erection, rubbing her hot crotch back and forth, making me groan in pleasure and frustration. I began to kiss her down her neck, over her t-shirt, teasing her hard nipples through the cloth with my tongue. She pulled the shirt over her head and threw it behind her, giving me a clear shot at her firm, perky breasts. I rewarded her by taking the right one completely in my mouth, just as she always likes, sucking and licking the tight bouncy globe as she moaned deep in her chest. I didn’t neglect the other one either, giving her left breast my attention as I eased my right hand into her barely there panties.
Her pussy was hot, wet and ready as I slipped my finger inside. She gasped and bounced up and down on my upright digit, my thumb rubbing her clit while she did so. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I pleasured her with my mouth and hands, her cries of joy reaching a crescendo when she came, sobbing my name as her body went limp. Taking my hand away, she held me close, panting and sighing in the afterglow, her juices soaking my pants. She sat up and looked into my eyes.
“My turn.”
Reaching for my pants, it took her only a moment to undo my belt and open my fly. I moaned with relief when she pulled out my cock and stroked it in her tiny little hand.
“Isn’t this better than working on some stupid old paper?” She said with an impish grin.
It’s not like I could argue. I was helpless, lost in the sensation of her sweet handjob. After a few minutes, she stood up and pulled her lacy black thong underwear to the side. Straddling my hard on, she guided me in as she lowered her body. The sensation of her hot tight pussy wrapped around me was heavenly. I threw my head back in rapture as she rode me like a bronco, the chair rattling, threatening to break under her pounding hips. My world shrank down to nothing but the feel of slick, sweaty skin, the smell of jasmine and musk and the sight of her triumphant grin over bouncing breasts.
“Who’s the winner, Ichigo? Tell me. Who’s always the winner. Say it! SAY IT!”
“You are!” I admitted.
“Say my name, Ichigo!” She demanded. “SAY MY NAME!”
“You win Rukia! Rukia always wins!”
She stopped moving and cupped my face in her hands.
“Good boy.” She said bringing me in for a long, deep kiss. “Now for your reward.”
I was confused. “You mean this isn’t it?
She shook her head. To my dismay, she got up, my cock no longer sheathed in her hot body. Going over to the bed, she crawled onto it, then looked back at me, gesturing for me to join her. Now I understood. She knows me so well. She knows doggystyle is my favorite. Practically leaping out of the chair, I kicked my legs free from my pants and knelt down beside the bed. I was going to take her, sure, but her position on the bed was perfect for what I had in mind. Ripping the flimsy thong away, I plunged my tongue into her snatch. She gasped in surprise and enjoyment, clearly not expecting me to eat her out first. I reveled in her scent and taste as I licked and teased her sensitive flesh, sucking and flicking at her clit with the tip of my tongue to bring her to the edge. As her moans turned to high pitched cries, I changed tactics. Now it was time for me to take her fully. I stood up and positioned my now throbbing shaft between her lips and thrust forward to plunge it inside to the base.
There was no art or style needed now. Now, I let my body run on pure instinct, clutching her hips and thrusting deep and hard. The little black skirt was bunched up around her waist giving me a great view of her perfectly round ass, her cheeks bouncing hypnotically as I pounded away. I could watch that ass bouncing for hours, the sheer beauty of the sight making for an indescribable joy as we furiously made love. Rukia began to lose her mind to the ecstasy, alternately babbling incoherently then begging for more.
“Yes, yes, fuck me Ichigo! Fuck me good and hard! I love you so much! Ah, ah, aahhhh!”
She screamed out her climax, pushing me over the edge. I came so hard, it was like the universe had come to a halt. It seemed to go on both forever and no time at all as I came, my dick pulsing over and over and I filled her insides with hot cum. Rukia’s arms gave out, then her legs. When I let her go, she fell on her side, exhausted. I had to collapse on the bed next to her. My legs would not support me. Panting, Rukia rolled over and took me into her arms. We kissed gently as we slowly came down from our mutual high.
“So,” she said when she had caught her breath. “How soon until you’re ready for round two?”
I got an F.
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