Ichigo was having the worse day at school with Andrew breathing down his neck to help out the students with decorations. He almost fell off the ladder four times, stubbed his thumb with the hammer at least three times, got water dropped on him twice, and ran over by his students once. Overall, it was a BAD day for him…that was, until he got home.
The moment he came to their bedroom, he was greeted with a very good view of a cute tusshie underneath a sinful costume.
Angel, whose back was still facing Ichigo, looked back over her shoulders and frowned at his blank expression. "Ichigo?" she called as she turned around, "You okay?"
Without bothering to answer, Ichigo was out of the doorway and in front of Angel, grabbing the back of her head and bringing her up meet him for a hot kiss.
"Mmph!" her body tensed at the sudden change in the situation but once her brain grasped what was going on, she started to respond back to him. His tongue slid into her mouth and Angel let out a pleasurable moan at the feeling.
"Dammit," he mumbled as he started pressing wet kisses all over her face until he reached her neck, "Where did you get this outfit?"
"Liking it, huh?" she teased, fighting back a moan as one of his hands came up to massage her breasts. "D-don't wrinkle it! I-I need—ah!—to wear it on F-Friday," her sentence turned into breathless gasped as his touches started getting rougher.
"You can't possibly expect me to stop now, do you?" he growled against her neck. Before she could protest, Ichigo hands came down to the back of her knees and lifted Angel off the ground and she quickly wrapped her legs around his hips. A moan came from his lips. "I thought you didn't want to ruin the dress."
Angel smirked as she massaged his scalp. "I don't. That just means I'm going to be on top."
An orange-colored brow went up and an evil grin tugged on Ichigo's lips. "Fine with me." He suddenly walked towards the bed but turned around before falling on to the bed so he was lying down completely on the mattress and Angel was still straddling on his hips.
The smirk never left Angel's lips as she sat up straight and started pulling on the bow, slowly undoing the lace that was criss-crossing over the front of her chest that held up the upper part of her dress. Ichigo eyed every single detail as she slowly undid the lace and it loosened. Ichigo brought up his hands and started to pull out the lace one by one until he saw the skin underneath.
An evil grin appeared. "No bra?"
Angel smirked. "The dress looked sturdy enough to hold up my chest but I'm planning on wearing one on Friday."
"Which one?" he asked. He reached up to separate the sides of her dress and palmed the breasts that were visible in front of him. The dress was practically still on her, only opened enough to have her breasts spilling out.
Angel bit back a groan as she tried to answer him. "I-I was thinking about the b-black one."
"That skimpy lacy one?" he grinned, "You know that's my favorite."
Angel grinned back though her labored breathing. "Exactly."
Ichigo looked from side to side as he walked down the hallway. A groan came from him as he eyed the decorations all over the school. It was finally Friday, which meant the school yearly festival was going on now.
This was the time of year when students from junior high schools were invited to check different high schools to help decide which one to go to the following year. And parents, little children, and townspeople also came to see the attraction.
"Waker-sensei!" A student called after him, "Come here and check out our haunted house!"
"Next time," Ichigo answered back as he continued his walk.
"Hey, Walker-sensei, wanna come play some hoops with us?" one of the basketball players asked him.
Ichigo shook his head. "I haven't played ball in awhile so I'm really bad," he excused himself with a wave. Students were called for him left and right, asking him to check out their classroom or join them outside for some sports. But nothing was really catching his interest at the moment so he didn't stop.
"ICHIGO!"
Okay, maybe that will.
Ichigo stopped to glare at the person who had just called out his name. "Bieber, there are other students and parents around. Don't talk to me too formally or they'll become suspicious."
Jane only slapped his back. "They don't even know you're a teacher so who cares?" she scoffed, ignoring her old babysitter's evil glare. "Anyways, you want to go check out our café?"
Ichigo looked at her before eyeing what she was wearing. "Why aren't you wearing that maid costume?" he asked, noticing she was wearing her usual school uniform and not the outfit she was supposed to be wearing for the festival.
"Che, like I'd wear that flimsy thing," she rolled her eyes. "I threatened Jonny and everyone else in class that I'd kill them if they make me wear that outfit. So now I get to work in the back, making the drinks and food. Pretty smart, huh?" she smirked.
"You're really something," Ichigo shook his head with a chuckle, "Anyways, I'll come by in a bit. I just need to stop by the faculty lounge and turn something in."
"Oh! That reminds me. When you come over, bring Montes-sensei with you!" she exclaimed, "She's not saying anything but I know Clara wants him there."
Ichigo nodded as he started to walk away. "I'll bring him," he waved back as he continued his way to the office. As he slid open the door, Ichigo noticed that it was practically empty. He looked over to one side and luckily noticed the white hair sticking out from stacks of paper and books. "Oi, Noel," he called out.
Noel looked up and frowned to see Ichigo approaching him. "What do you want, Walker?"
Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Ichigo leaned against the desk next to Montes, and shrugged. "I just had to give Andrew something," he waved some paper that he was carrying before tossing it down on Andrew's desk. "But now I'm free."
"Well, don't let me hold you up. Leave and enjoy the festival," Noel immediately turned back to his work, trying to ignore the man next to him.
But there was no way Ichigo would give up that easily. "Why don't you join me? I heard my homeroom class set up a really nice theme that's getting a lot of attention."
Noe scoffed. "If you haven't noticed, I'm busy. Just go by yourself."
"What are you doing, anyways?" Ichigo asked as he looked down, "We didn't have to do anything this week because of the festival so why are you working."
A sigh came from the young teacher. "For your information, this is actually a private matter so I'd appreciate it if you would just leave me alone."
Ichigo smirked. "I would but I kind of promised someone to drag your sorry-ass with me to my class."
"Why?" he groaned.
Feeling mischievous for some reason, Ichigo leaned down closer to his friend and said, "Don't you want to see your little fiancé in that sinful outfit Andrew made?"
A noticeable twitch came from Noe's left eye. The pen in his hand stilled and he stared at the paper with no real reason.
The smirk grew bigger. "You wouldn't want anyone else checking her out now would you?" And that was the final straw.
Noel shot up and made his way to the door. "Let's go, Ichigo," he shouted and the orange-haired teacher was right next to him as they both left the office and made their way to class 3-2.
By the time they reached the classroom, they noticed a large line by the door. Joshua, who was serving as the host, noticed his two teaches and waved. "Walker-sensei, Montes-sensei. What brings you two to this neck of the wood?"
"Well, we came to check out the café and I guess it's going well," Ichigo lowly whistled as he looked down the long line. "Guess we won't be able to get in for another hour or so."
"Nonsense," Joshua shook his head, "You're our homeroom teacher so it won't be a problem." Totally ignoring the groans and protests from the other people, he stuck his head into the room and called out, "Clara-san! Can you please come and serve our two new guests!"
"Hai!" they heard her respond.
Noel had to remind himself over and over again to remain calm as he waited for his fiancé to appear. But it was impossible to fight off the bright blush from appearing on his cheeks when Clara suddenly popped out wearing a tight and sinfully short black-and-white dress.
Clara looked at her two teachers and smiled sweetly. "Please follow me," she led them inside.
Ichigo grinned as he and a very red Noel entered the classroom and sat down on a recently vacant seat. "So, how are things going here?" he asked.
"Oh, it's going really well," Clara smiled, "Lopez-kun's idea was really good, though I can't really say that to these costumes he had Fernandez-sensei make for us," she said as she fingered the hem of her skirt.
If he was drinking anything at the moment, Noel knew he would have spat everything out.
"So, what can I get you?"
Ichigo looked through the menu that she offered them. "Just get me plain black coffee and a slice of coffee cake."
"Okay," she quickly scribbled Ichigo's order into her notepad before looking up at the other teacher. "And what you would like, Montes-sensei?"
"Um…" Damn, his brain just wasn't working properly!
"How about the chocolate smoothie with extra whip cream on top? It's really sweet!" she smiled with a light blush. "And the cheesecake that we made is really good too."
Noel looked at her and shyly smiled back. "That sounds good," he nodded.
"Alright then," Clara took back the menus and quickly went to the corner of the room that was closed off to the customers and made as a kitchen so they could prepare the meals.
Ichigo smirked at his friend. "Must be nice to have a girl who knows everything you like."
Noel lightly glared at him. "Shut up, Ichigo. I'm sure you have your share of women so stop bothering me."
"Che, like I'd actually waste my time with any of those idiot bimbos," Ichigo scoffed, referring to the type of girls that used to throw themselves at him when they were both in high school.
A white brow went up. "You mean to say you still haven't gotten together with anyone yet? What's with you acting so civil when it comes to relationships? I thought you'd be whoring around with different girls every day with that reputation of yours."
"Geez, thanks," Ichigo glared. "Nice to know my friends have such high opinions of me."
Noel smirked as he took a look around the classroom.
Ichigo grunted as he propped one of his arms up on the table by the elbow and rested his chin on his palm. He also took a quick scan around the classroom. And just as the title of the theme stated, it was a maid café—which meant only the girls—in those cursed costumes, who were serving the customers—who were mostly men.
He was getting slightly bored while waiting for his order when someone suddenly appeared from behind the 'kitchen.'
"Bushū-san! Can you take these to table 3?" someone shouted.
"Okay!" Angel replied as she took the tray and walked over to three tables away from where Ichigo was.
Ichigo tried to look away but his eyes were sticking to Angel as she did that cute walk that made her tiny hips swing left and right. Just seeing her in that outfit again made him think back to two nights ago when he saw her wearing it for the first time in their bedroom.
And man, that was one exciting night.
Since she was being so anal about keeping her maid outfit wrinkle-free, they went the first round with her on top of him, still wearing the damn dress that was only half undone since it would have taken way too much precious time taking it off of her. But when second round came, Ichigo had to take the dress off of her, but was smacked over the head several times when he started tugging on it a bit too roughly. Still, it was one of the hottest nights especially since Angel did a little role-play just to tease him.
Guess who got to play 'master'?
"Here it is!"
Ichigo was sadly—but thankfully—pulled out of his thoughts when Clara suddenly returned. "Thanks," he said as he took his coffee. He took a sip as she placed a glass of chocolate smoothie and a plate of cheesecake in front of her fiancé.
"Is there anything else I can get you two?" she asked.
Ichigo looked down and frowned. "Yeah, I'm still—"
"Clara! You forgot this!"
The three turned to see Angel approaching them with a plate of coffee cake.
"Ara, I forgot about that!" Clara gasped before turning back to Ichigo to apologize. "I'm sorry Walker-sensei, things are so hectic that I forgot to bring it to you."
"No, don't worry about it," he tried to smile, ignoring the evil glare he was getting from a certain person across from him, "At least An-Bushu brought it over."
"Yes, well," Clara looked over to see Angel coming to stand next to her, on the same side as Ichigo. "You can place that here; it's Walker-sensei's," she informed her friend.
Angel nodded as she placed the plate in front of him. "I hope you two are enjoying the festival," she smiled.
Noel nodded as he took a bit of his cheesecake. "We are. And how is the café going?" he asked her, just to start off a light conversation like any sensible person would.
Angel smiled sweetly at her math teacher. "It's going quite well. And Clara here—" she placed a hand on her friend's shoulder, "—is really good at serving. I guess it comes from her part-time job at the restaurant."
A frown appeared on Noel's face. "Yeah, about that. Clara—"
"No, I'm not going to quit," she quickly cut in.
"But—"
"No." she pouted.
Noel sighed as he readied himself for another argument. "Clara, your parents and I think—"
Ichigo rolled his eyes as he let the young couple continue their little lover's quarrel. He looked back at Angel and tried to keep his smirk at bay. "Really, how is it going, ?"
Angel gave him the exact same smile but leaned closer. "Not bad except for some perverts who are trying to feel me up."
The scowl suddenly deepened. "Who?" he growled angrily.
"You don't have to worry about that," she said, "I already took care of them."
Ichigo looked around to make sure nobody was looking as he scooted a little bit closer to the edge of his seat and snuck his hand on her leg. "How?"
She fought off a shudder and moved a few inches closer. "I most likely have broken their arms."
"Ah, I knew you were learning from some of things I've been teaching you," he smirked as his hand slithered a little bit higher.
"Bushū-san!" Ichigo quickly took back his hand when somebody from the 'kitchen' called her. "Can you take these to table 12?"
"Hai!" Angel replied as she left Ichigo's side, but not before giving him a look that made him grin widely. He watched very carefully as she walked away with her swinging hips.
Oh, yeah. The bitch was obviously teasing him.
Taking another sip of his coffee, Ichigo looked up to see Noel smirking at his fiancé who was pouting at him. Shaking his head, Ichigo lifted his fork to take a bite of his coffee cake when he noticed a piece of paper between the bottom of the plate and the desk.
With great caution Ichigo slipped the paper out and unfolded it under the table. He strained his neck to bend back while keeping the rest of his body still as he tried to read the message.
Meet me back here during the bonfire tonight.
–Angel
Ichigo's grin just widened.
The clear night was lighted by the full moon up above when everyone (mostly the students and staff members of the school along with a few other guests) gathered at the soccer field to join in on fun of the lighting a bonfire.
Inside the school building the classrooms were already cleaned up of anything that might indicate a festival might have taken place. The lights were off and hallways were empty…
Well, sort of.
Ichigo shoved his hands deep in his pocket as he quietly made his way to classroom 3-2, the class he taught homeroom. It was bit eerie since it was dark and too quiet, but knowing who was waiting for him, Ichigo continued his pace.
When he reached the door, he swung it open to see a 'maid' waiting for him against the table in front of the room.
"Took you long enough," she scoffed.
Ichigo rolled his eyes as he closed the door behind him. He quickly locked the door before making his way to her. "Sorry but I was kind of busy trying to shake off Jonny. He kept asking me for sex tips."
A single brow went up. "And what did you tell him?" she asked.
A smirk appeared as Ichigo appeared directly in front of her. Without warning, he bent down to grab the back of her legs to push her up onto the desk, situating her on top of it. A small squeal of shock came from her as she grabbed his arms tightly. Ichigo chuckled before he bent down to peck her lips. "I just told him to get an actual girl first before he asks me anything about sex."
Angel smiled as she puckered her lips to meet his sweet kisses every time his lips came down on hers. "But you should thank him for making this wonderful costume," she giggled as Ichigo's fingers feathered up and down her thigh.
Ichigo chuckled back as his hands went to hold onto Angel's legs as he placed himself between them. "Don't worry. I'm planning on giving him an extra point on his next homework."
"Is that enough to actually help him pass?" she asked.
"Nope," Ichigo shook his head, "His grade would still be below 20-percent."
A small laugh came from Angel in between their sweet kisses. "Ichigo," she sighed, "What were you doing all day today?"
"Hmm," he hummed against her lips before slowly making his way to her creamy neck. "I was too busy thinking about this naughty ass of yours," he emphasized by grabbing both cheeks and gave them a tight squeeze.
A short gasp came from her throat and Ichigo immediately took the chance to nip at her neck as she swung her head back to give him more access.
Ichigo chuckled at how submissive she had become. "What about you? Have you been shaking these naughty hips—" he started caressing her little bottom "—in front of anyone else?"
"N-no," she stuttered as her hands came up to grips his orange hair, "I only wanted to tease you."
His laughed against her skin as his tongue came out to draw wet circles on her neck. "Angel," he breathed out as he pulled her body closer to his. Her legs parted even further to accommodate his body against her. She sucked in a sharp breath when she felt the protrusion in front of his pants.
"Ichigo," she moaned. He only responded with a low growl when he felt one of her hands leaving his head to slide down his body. It stopped by his belt and she started to tug at it.
"Angel," he groaned when her fingers lightly brushed against his erection. "Slow down. Nobody's going to bother us."
"Ichigo," she whimpered again, "I just—OH! Look at that!"
"Eh?" Ichigo immediately detached himself away from Angel when she suddenly spoke in a cheery tone, no trace of lust mixed in her voice like he wanted her to. "What the—" his words got cut off when she pointed towards the window with wide eyes. Ichigo looked over to see, in the middle of the dark, a bright glow coming from below.
Totally ignoring what she was just doing, Angel jumped off the desk and ran towards the window. "They just started the bonfire," she grinned with the cheerfulness of a child at the amusement park for the first time. She leaned against the window ledge and gazed outside into the middle of the soccer field.
Ichigo groaned in annoyance as he made his way towards her. "This better be worth it. You just interrupted a very good foreplay."
"Oh shut up and come here," she glared before looking back outside again. "Almost everyone is down there—Look! It's Clara and Montes-sensei!" she pointed down.
Ichigo looked outside to see the young couple holding hands as they stood by the bonfire with the remaining students, staff and guests. "Che, looks like even he knows how to act in the moment." He looked to his side to see a big smile on Angel's face. He leaned over and whispered, "Do you want to go down there too?"
Angel shook her head. "It's prettier from up here, besides," she turned to him and kissed him on the lips, "I still want to finish what we started." She smiled sweetly at him before looking back outside again.
Ichigo smirked as he watched the happiness that was literally shining in her eyes like the bonfire down below. It was almost impossible to look away from her…
Ichigo pushed himself off the window ledge and peered down, down…down her backside where her ass was sticking up into the air. He leaned his head even further back to see what was under all the laces of her dress.
A grin appeared on his face when he noticed she had taken off her black shorts and was only wearing her skimpy panties underneath. And what really caught his interest was the wet stain in the middle of where he was rubbing his erection against only a minute ago. Ichigo looked back up to see her attention still on the bonfire below.
An evil plan started to form in his mind.
A wide grin was plastered on her face as Angel continued staring down below. She could definitely make out some of her friends. Clara was holding hands with a seemingly blushing Noel. Bia was most likely making fun of Ivan's bald head again. And Jane was now joining her.
Maybe it'd be nice to go down there and join them but—
"AH!" she gasped when she suddenly felt her panties being slid to the side and Ichigo's thick tongue suddenly licking between her womanly folds from behind. "I-Ichi—ah!" Incoherent words escaped her lips as Ichigo parted her wet folds with his fingers and continued attacking her with his skillful tongue. She could do nothing but feel the sinful bliss he was giving her. She pushed her lower body toward him even further while bending forward. Her fingers grasped onto the ledge with all her might as she spread her legs further.
A groan of approval came from Ichigo as he pushed his tongue in between her folds.
"Ichigo!" she yelped at the feeling of her womanhood getting penetrated with his thick, wet tongue.
Ichigo remained quiet as he concentrated on his tongue in pleasing the woman before him. The tent in his pants was getting bigger and he knew he needed to relieve himself quickly.
Feeling her body lowering as her legs parted even more, Angel grabbed the side of the closest desk—coincidently it was her own desk—and held on tighter. Her release finally came with a mumbled scream and his tongue lapped on the juices that were dripping out of her core. Angel's entire body felt like jelly and she had to maneuver her body to lay it on top of the desk to stop herself from collapsing on the ground. Just as she was trying to control her breathing, the damn bastard inserted a finger and slowly pumped in and out to build up the tension inside of her again. "I-Ichigo," she moaned as she peered over her shoulder to see his orange hair sticking out behind her exposed ass, "Stop teasing."
"Then what do you want me to do?"
She could literally hear his ego oozing out of his voice.
Fuck, looked like she had to beg again.
"Please, Ichigo," she whimpered, "I want you."
"Want me? How do you want me?" he chuckled as he inserted another finger inside of her and caressed her walls.
"Ah!" she screamed, "Ichigo!"
He smirked before getting off from his knees and pulled down his zipper. He parted his boxers and pulled out his standing erection that was throbbing to get in her. "Angel," he called out, "How do you want it?" A gasp came from Angel when he started teasing her by rubbing the head of his erection against her swollen lips.
"Hard," she breathed, "Don't you dare hold back, Walker."
"Che, I wasn't planning to, Bushū," he chuckled before slamming himself fully into her tight sheath from the back. "Fuck!" he gasped at the amazing sensation.
"Ichigo!" Angel screamed as she was suddenly sent into another orgasm.
Ichigo grunted as he kept himself still. If he moved now while she was still riding through her high, then he would surely explode too early in the game. "Angel" he grunted. He watched as her stiff shoulders relaxed and heard her taking in deep breaths. Her grip on him loosened a bit and he knew that meant her ride was over…for now.
Very carefully Ichigo moved her limp body to a better position on the desk and gripped her hips tightly as Angel gripped the desk to prepare herself for the ride of her life.
"Ichigo," she whimpered.
"Right here, babe," he replied before pulling out and thrusting back in harder.
"Ah!" her shoulders stiffened again as he started pulling and pushing inside her. "Ichigo!" she screamed.
Ichigo grunted as he moved his hips, the sound of their sweaty skin slamming into each other reached his ears. It was one of the most pleasing sounds he had ever heard…next to Angel's moans. He grabbed one of her legs and raised it a bit higher as he continued his wild thrusts. "Angel," he grunted, "I'm almost there."
Angel bit her lower lip to stop her screams as his thrust became harder, faster and even more desperate. "I-Ichigo! I'm—ah!—I'm there!" she screamed as she was thrown into an even more powerful release.
The moment he felt his erection being gripped even tighter inside her already tight pussy, Ichigo drove his hips deeper several times before erupting everything within her, filling up her womb so much as their juices mixed together and started dripping out of her core.
Once things started to calm down, Ichigo slumped on top of Angel's limp body to catch his breathing. The two stayed still for several minutes, him still inside of her, while listening to nothing but the noise outside.
"Ichigo," she finally spoke.
"Mmm?" he replied, his warm breath fanning the back of Angel' neck, causing goosebumps to rise up.
"Get off" she grunted as she tried to move underneath him, "You're heavy."
Ichigo looked at her before lightly laughing. "Fine," he said as he reluctantly pulled his exhausted body off of her…and out of her. The two moaned as Ichigo pulled out completely. But his legs were still unstable from their wild ride that he quickly fell to the ground, landing next to another desk. "Damn," he grunted as he sat up straight and tried to straighten out his clothes—tucking you-know-what back inside—as he leaned against the desk.
Angel took in one more breath as her legs gave out once he pulled away from her. Her knees bent forward and she couldn't stop herself as she slumped to the ground. She took several deep breaths before looking back at Ichigo.
He smiled back to her as he extended an arm towards her. With a small smile, Angel scooted over towards him and settled inside his arm. It enclosed around her shoulder and held her tightly as he placed a kiss on top of her head.
The two stayed still as they watched the orange glow outside slowly dying out.
"Oi."
"Hmm?" she snuggled deeper in his embrace.
Ichigo lifted up her chin to smirk down at her. "I think I might have developed a fetish for maid costumes." Angel quickly smacked his arm but a smile was evident on her face. Ichigo rubbed his arm while laughing. "Hey, that hurts."
"Good because it's supposed to hurt," she half-heartedly glared at him before resting her head back on his chest. "But I guess you're lucky since I get to keep this outfit after tonight."
A full blown wicked smile spread across his face as Ichigo held her tighter. "I'll put it to good use then."