Attack of the 5ft. Lesbian

(Author's note: This is where the characterization goes from questionable to unrepentantly bent.)


When her hot tongue touched his the pulsepoint on his right wrist, Uryuu fought a shiver that threatened to shatter all his resolve. In the fight to control himself, slender fingers clutched Chizuru's face reflexively and shoved back so the girl flailed her front limbs uselessly while rocking back on her knees. This bought the dark-haired boy enough time to scramble free of the canvas blanket, but not enough to completely escape.

Like a lioness laying in wait in the tall grass, Chizuru sensed her prey's flight. Leaping out from her cover, she dug her claws into the antelope's rump, bringing him down in that one, swift moment. Uryuu's breath left his lungs in a woosh. All that training since childhood had done nothing to prepare him for something like this. The glint of his glasses reflected in hers made her seem like an inhuman monster, and while he could without the barest glimmer of conscience slay a Hollow, faced with this threat, he found his limbs frozen and ridged.

One, in particular, a bit more than the rest.

The sexual predator wrestled her catch onto his back, mounting him with a grin of ill intent. The heels of her hands slammed into his hard shoulders, driving him down into the mat as her mouth ravaged his. Choking and sputtering before he trained himself to breathe through his nose, the teen found himself hesitating at the sensation of another tongue in his mouth. The violation wasn't nearly as repulsive as he had convinced himself years ago when he first overheard what a 'french kiss' entailed. Still, his breath hissed through his nostrils when the girl above him ground her pelvis into his lustily.

This was all too much sensation far too quickly for his liking.

Uryuu regained some control by turning his head to break the kiss. Undeterred, Chizuru's hot mouth dragged over his cheek to the edge of his jaw. Then, down his throat she met his starched collar. Clothes became a hinderance at that very moment and she tore away at them with her nails, pulling buttons free of fabric and even laying two fine red welts from her fingernails across his pale, hairless chest.

Drawn to his dark nipples, Chizuru sucked one of the hard points of flesh between her teeth. Beneath her, the head of the class made such an enticing sound that her mouth raced to the other gland, leaving the first wet and pinched by her bite. The salty flavor she discovered on his hands wasn't to be found in his mouth or over his nipples. Her search continued, lingering at his navel long enough to tease the light dusting of hair that marked the beginning of a treasure trail.

At the moment Chizuru's fingers found his belt, Uryuu found his voice. "What are you--?!"

"Tightie whities?" Singing the question teasingly, she slid down, settling herself between his warm thighs. The dark-haired teen was well-beyond controlling his body's reactions at this point. He found himself gasping at the sensation of her fingernails playing over the thin material of his underwear. Begging her to stop seemed almost as sour a thought as requesting her to free him from the fabric which had become painfully contrictive. In the end, he managed only a hard gulp, watching her with the similar fascination of discovery that shown on her face.

She marveled in the sharp crest of his hips that led down in a triangle to what seemed to her a deceptively feminine sight. With two fingers, she dragged his waistband down just below the base of his cock. Hair as dark and straight (and surprisingly) well-groomed as his token hairstyle carried his musk to her nose. Pressing her face down into it, she closed her eyes and imagined that it was Orihime whom she had below her. The thought caused her to wriggle and her nether regions to flutter briefly. Aware of his erection pressing against her chin, hot even through the layer of durable cotton, she surrendered her fantasies of her darling 'Hime to wrest the young man's underware down to mid-thigh.

Literally coughing a sigh of relief, the former Quincy squirmed helplessly on his back while the mouse-haired teen toyed with his anatomy. "Ahn! TEETH!" This brought his attention around quickly. He reached for her and she had the audacity to laugh like a schoolgirl half her age. Saying nothing, not even a small apology, she experimentally fit her mouth around him.

Years of denying men and training her thoughts to only women (one in particular) her body initially revolted at the thought of this hot, hard thing invading her mouth. However, there was that saltiness she found earlier on his hands. Mixed with the scent of him, Chizuru's mind floated drunkenly. Sliding her mouth down, she dared her reflexes, swallowing around him in such a way that Uryuu clutched her hair pleadingly. This was a torment he didn't want to end, save in its natural result. He refused to ask her aloud, and she had no intention of doing otherwise, but his hands in her hair encouraged her into a rhythm that enticed choked, mewling sounds from the teen beneath her.

To his surprise and relief, she amused herself in this way until he felt that almost itchy pressure in his loins. Fingernails grazed her scalp and she looked up above the rim of her glasses to see him flushed and clenching his teeth as he attempted to warn her. "C-co... Chizuru..."

Letting him slide out of her mouth with something of a wet pop, she wiped her mouth and requested him to hold on. Through her time sucking him off, she'd attempted to muster her nerve to invite him in. Knowing this might well be her last chance, she considered the slender, wet, and moist thing before her. No, a male erection wasn't much to look at, but her insides longed to feel the hardness driving in to her.

Pushing her soaked panties aside, she squatted above him, as if trying to conceive the best way to aim her descent. Uryuu watched her in a mixture of trepidation and wonder. Was she going to ask for a condom or maybe have second thoughts afterall? He couldn't read her odd expression and feared she wouldn't follow through when he admitted to having no protection. That he lost with his wallet in the Soul Society. The dark-haired teen simply didn't have the nerve to ask his father for another.

Now wasn't a time for such thoughts, and they all spun away into bissfull oblivion when Chizuru reached down to handle him once again. He'd grown clammy to the touch in her hesitation so that she made a face while bringing that purple head to meet her flushed lips. Against that hot, pillowy flesh, however, the cool hardness was a relief! Chizuru moaned as she lowered herself onto him carefully. He slid in without incident. More accustomed to her 'toys' the girl gasped at the thrill the real thing sent through her. Uryuu twitched under her while her muscled gripped and convulsed around him. Was this natural? She didn't seem to be in pain, but neither was she moving.

Seizing the opportunity, the young man reached up to pull himself into a sitting position, wherein he folded his legs underneath the both of them. Chizuru's rump he held in both hands, partially supporting her weight, but mostly setting a rhthym that inspired those pleased humming sounds from the both of them. The need to release mounted quickly once again. When Uryuu tried to pull himself free, his partner drove back down on him insistently. By that time, it was too late to catch himself. His protest was almost a howl as he filled her. Again, she seemed to spasm around him, clutching him both below and above at his shoulders as she hugged him tight.

Only once in his life had he ever felt such an intense release and that was with Ichi-- no, no. He definitely didn't want to think of that right now. Instead, he held on to the self-proclaimed lesbian awkwardly, aware of the sensation of withdrawing from her as he grew flaccid. In the end, she squeezed him out the rest of the way and reached down to touch the semen dripping from her hole.

"I'm sorry." To her surprise, Uryuu seemed ashamed when he apologized.

"Why? I liked it."

With modern sex education, he didn't need to be the son of a doctor to know what the risk was, "For the-- well, you. Without protection..."

Chizuru snorted a laugh which caused her partner to frown. "Whatever! What's the worse that could happen? I have the baby of a genius?" The dark haired boy's frown remained in place. That wasn't the worst scenario he could imagine and the compliment was utterly lost on him. "Look! No one's going to believe either of us anyway, so if anything happens, I could just say I was raped." Even if the truth was just the opposite.

Glasses glinting, Uryuu pushed her off his lap and stood to dress himself with sharp, annoyed jerks at his clothing. Unpleasant as it was, the lingering stickiness would have to wait until he could walk down the hall to the boy's restroom. "They make contraceptives for just this sort of thing. I'll accompany you to the clinic tomorrow." Again, the cool demeanor returned as if they'd shared nothing but an accidental, embarrassing kiss.

Frowning up at him, Chizuru kicked her feet in such a way that the sound echoed through the gymnasium. "I don't need you. I can find it on my own." And now, even with the semen slick and fresh against her thighs, she remembered why she hated men.

"I was only--" His intentions were good, even if his foot wedged firmly in his mouth seemed to subvert the translation.

"Just forget it, Ishida! Forget it ever happened!" Rolling up to her feet, she shoved at him ineffectually and fled to the girl's bathroom.

Be it his conscience or a strange sense of chivalry, he remained there in the gymnasium, awaiting her return, but she had locked herself in one of the bathroom stalls and refused to leave the bathroom until the morning. The sun rose and seemed to burn away any doubt as quickly as it melted the frost. The two resumed ignoring one another's existence in classes. Only in private did they remember their encounter.

And no one was any more the wiser when they whispered each other's names before climaxing.
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A perfectly awkward ending to an awkward teenage moment. I hope you enjoyed reading this little bit of fancrack. Thanks for the inspiration, Jerkface. Once again, the characters are Tite Kubo's to whom I apologize for all the terrible things I do to his characters XD Thanks for reading!