UlquiHime Smut: Forbidden Desires
If she were completely honest with herself, Orihime wasn’t sure what she’d been thinking. She’d only just graduated from Tokyo U, and yet … She’d thought she was ready for the all boys Huneco Mundo school? Things would have been much easier had she just agreed with Professor Uruhara to start her first years at Kakura high. At least that was a co-ed school.
Orihime sighed deeply and leant against the bathroom stall. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t known what she was getting into - Orihime had been well aware of the rough reputation that school had. But she’d been determined and eager to prove herself to her co-workers, she’d also hoped that after months and months of being their new homeroom teacher, the boys comments would become less … Lewd. That Grimmjow Jeagerjaques was particularly crass - Orihime was irrefutably relieved he wasn’t in her actual class and that she only ever had to pass him by in the hallways. Even that was uncomfortable enough at times with the way he watched her. Orihime felt herself flush at the thought.
Seconds later, Orihime turned on the faucet of cold water and washed her face thoroughly. “I am a mature adult, and I can ignore the comments of high-school boys,” she told her reflection sternly, willing herself to believe it. She was well aware that she was only a few years older than the senior boys though - four to five years at tops. And the most frustrating part, something that Orihime hadn’t been prepared for, was how attractive some of them were!
Orihime shuddered as her thoughts went, against her will, to the likes of Tsukishima and - another shudder coursed through her body - Ulquiorra. There was something in those piercing green eyes that simply rendered her speechless and, had they not been teacher and student … Orihime bit her lip at the prospect of what she’d do to that boy.
Shaking her head to dislodge the thoughts, Orihime quickly wet her face once again, trying to cool her skin down at least a fraction. She shouldn’t even be entertaining these thoughts! Worse yet, she was holding an after-school cram-session in little more than fifteen minutes. She couldn’t seem like she was hot and flustered as she walked in that classroom - she could only imagine the comments that would fly if she had.
Fiddling with her bangs, and then readjusting her blouse so that it fit more appropriately over her chest, Orihime gave the mirror a determined look, willing herself to believe that she could do this. She could teach at an all boys-school, and she could ignore their comments, and she would ignore the attraction she felt towards a select few of the male population.
With determined strides, she left the bathroom and made her way towards the classroom. She made a point to disregard the admiring looks some of the freshmen gave her - they were simply boys prone to flights of fancy - and instead wondered what she should focus on today; English, Japanese history, or Maths?
Orihime nose wrinkled with mild disgust. She’d never been overly fond of Math’s, so hopefully she could avoid that particular torture.
A glance at her watch revealed there were still eight minutes before the class was to begin, and so when she slid open the class room door and she was greeted by the sight of Ulquiorra studiously poring over his text books, Orihime was mildly taken aback.
"Schiffer-kun!” she sounded with her surprise as she made her way to her desk. Only the pause in his writing made it clear that he was listening to her, “There’s still some time before the lesson will start, why don’t you go enjoy the fresh air for a little while longer?”
Only then did the - insanely handsome - boy deign to look up at her. “I don’t care much for ‘fresh-air’,” he said softly, and then looked back down at his text book.
Orihime sweat-dropped at the words. Somehow, it didn’t surprise her that he didn’t care for being outdoors. As she sat down at her desk, Orihime’s brown eyes studied Ulquiorra’s form, a frown on her face.
Since the school year had begun, only one thing about Ulquiorra had become evident - he was a bit of a loner. He seemed to prefer the company of books than that of human’s, so it was no wonder that he was the top of his year. Orihime was almost surprised that he hadn’t been nominated to be the council president with that studious attitude he had. When she’d asked the headmaster, Aizen, about it however, the chestnut-haired man had simply chuckled once and told her that Ulquiorra had declined the offer. His actual words had been What a troublesome position. I refuse, or so Aizen told her.
As the boy before her sighed gently, Orihime cocked her head curiously. Seconds later, Ulquiorra picked his textbook in hand, and for a moment, Orihime wondered if he’d noticed her stare and decided it would be easier to study in the library. She was hit by an absurd feeling of shame and consternation at the notion.
Just as quickly as she realised her ridiculous reaction, Orihime realised that Ulquiorra wasn’t leaving the room at all. He was coming towards her. And, irrationally, Orihime’s heart picked up as she noticed this.
“Inoue-sensei,” Ulquiorra said in a voice as soft and silky as satin - the kind of voice that would haunt Orihime’s thoughts and fantasies (she was mature enough to admit it) for several years after he graduated - as he stood before her desk, gently placing the text book before her and pushing it around so that she could read it. “I don’t quite understand this question,” and Orihime almost laughed at the obvious irritation on Ulquiorra’s face.
She forcibly averted her eyes from those mesmerising eyes, though, and instead looked down at the text book. It was with relief she realised it was his English text book, the subject she just so happened to major in.
As she looked down at the page, she was mildly surprised to realise what it was that was confusing him. “Ah, Schiffer-kun, you’re confusing your translations here,” she said, looking up at him from under her lashes, unable to hide the small smile on her lips - whether it was because he was near enough to her that Orihime realised he smelt, somehow, of mint and sandalwood, or because she was simply glad to be helping him, Orihime didn’t really know. Neither did she particularly care.
Ulquiorra’s mouth tightened into a frown at her words and he walked around the desk to come stand behind her. “How so?” he asked, and Orihime was forced to use every ounce of self-control she had to not lean back into the chest that was behind her. Student. Student. Student.
If Ulquiorra noticed her sudden flustered appearance, he gave no sign of it. He simply leant over her so that his delicate finger traced along the line he was translating. “It simply doesn’t make sense,” he said with a sigh. “‘You could pierce me through the heart, but my heart would still rejoice?’ how does such a sentence make sense?”
Orihime almost laughed fondly at the frustration in his voice - It didn’t surprise her that Ulquiorra was the kind to be annoyed by not understanding everything - and the only thing that stopped her was her breathlessness at his close proximity, which was making her envision all sorts of scenario’s she shouldn’t be. Like taking hold of that green tie loosely dangling around his neck and melding their lips together.
Drawing strength from resources she wasn’t aware she had, Orihime managed to keep her voice from quavering. “As I said, you’re confusing your translation. While ‘heart’ is the appropriate word, the first ‘heart’ refers to shinzo - the physical heart, whereas the latter ‘heart’ refers to kokoro - the emotional heart. Understand?”
Turning her head to look at him to see if he understood, Orihime was startled to realise that Ulquiorra was looking at her with a strange gleam in his eye, the text book beneath his hand seemingly forgotten.
For three painful heartbeats in which Orihime was certain Ulquiorra could hear the frantic thumping. His eyes flickered, and Orihime was mollified to realise he’d probably picked up on the blush that had crept into her cheeks, or the way that her lips were parted.
And then the teenager sighed and muttered, “I see,” and withdrew his hand from the textbook. Orihime almost exhaled with something akin to relief, and regret at all once as he withdrew.
That was until she felt an unexpected pressure on her breast and a quick glance down revealed Ulquiorra’s fingertips brushing against the flesh. She would have thought it accidental had his fingers not curled under before sliding along the side.
Before she could compose herself, or even realise that this was the point where she was meant to yell and screech at him for his daring when she was a teacher and he a student, Ulquiorra had circled to the other side of the desk, picked up his text book and said, “Thanks for the help, Inoue-sensei,” before returning to his desk and resuming his studies as though nothing had happened at all.
For one moment, Orihime wanted to storm over there and demand that, if he was going to cop a feel, he could at least do it properly, but then the doors opened and other students filed in and Orihime was in the exact position she’d been trying to avoid being in.
She was blushing, looking hot and flustered, suddenly very horny, and she had mere seconds to compose herself before one of students asked if she was alright.
“I'm fine!” Orihime snapped, walking over to the window and jerking it open to feel the cool breeze on her face. “I’m just … dehydrated,” she added, and even if that could explain her flushed appearance, it did not change the fact that her heart was pounding in her chest and that she needed to get home as soon as she could.
Unable to help herself, Orihime glanced over at the back corner where Ulquiorra sat. He was smirking.
Over the next week, Orihime was completely unable to look Ulquiorra in the eye. Partially because she hadn’t scolded him when, by all rights, she should have, and partially because for every night of that week she’d climaxed with his name on her tongue. She couldn’t even remember a time when she’d been so aroused so constantly, couldn’t remember a time when she’d been forced to pleasure herself night after night.
Orihime knew very well that it was wrong to entertain such thoughts - perhaps she was unwittingly encouraging him by having them. But that didn’t change the fact that she was, neither did it deny how delicious it was to explore those forbidden thoughts. Even now, as she thought about it, Orihime couldn’t repress the shudder of delight that raced through her.
It was after-school hours and there are a small amount of students in the library at the time. Being a boys school, Orihime supposed she shouldn’t be surprised that at least ninety-five percent of the school were in the various sports clubs, and those that weren’t were either in the chess or computing clubs.
Despite the library being mostly deserted, a teacher was still obligated to patrol it, and today that task had fallen to Orihime. She didn’t mind, because it gave her a chance to settle down in one of the chairs and read the novels she didn’t earn enough to buy.
Half an hour after her duty had begun, Orihime looked up from the book she’d found as the door swung open, curious to see who would hide themselves away in the library instead of going home, or joining the sports team.
Her stomach clenched as she recognised the form of Ulquiorra standing before her. He met her eyes without hesitation and, as his green met her hazel, Orihime felt a hot flash run through her. The feeling faded as quickly as it came, however, as Ulquiorra simply nodded his head at her, acknowledging her presence, before walking off with his hands in his pockets towards the reference section.
Orihime sat at the desk, chewing her lip with frustration. On the one hand … she really wanted to go after him, just to see what it was he was researching, and on the other hand … She was fully aware that she shouldn’t. Not simply because it was none of her business, or because she was on duty and was supposed to be watching over everyone in the library, not just Ulquiorra. But because if she did follow after him like her impulses wanted her to … Orihime didn’t know what would happen. The feeling welling within her right then, the kind of electricity that settled in the pit of her stomach, made her absolutely certain she shouldn’t find him.
Glancing around the library, she saw there were three younger students who were utilising the free video games of the library, each of which had headphones over their ears. Another two at the far end of the library who were poring over books voraciously, also with headphones plugged in.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Orihime closed the book she’d been reading, making a mental note of the page she was up to, and carried it along with her as she wandered down the reference section, assuring herself that she was simply going over there to see if there was something he needed help with.
When she located Ulquiorra, he was standing with one hand still in his pocket, and the other holding a book open with a balance Orihime had never been able to master. Looking up at the section they were in, she vaguely wondered what it was that Ulquiorra wanted to know within the anatomy section.
“Schiffer-kun,” she said, announcing her presence and it seemed, just for a second, that he tensed at her arrival, and then, with a barely audible sigh, Ulquiorra snapped the book shut. Orihime wondered if she’d made the right choice to follow him down there. “I just wanted to see if there was anything I could help you with?” Orihime told him, hiding her self-berating thoughts behind a smile.
Ulquiorra’s eyes, which had been decisively focused on the book shelf in front of him slowly shifted to look over at Orihime from the corner of his eye. He frowned for a moment before turning so that he was partially facing her.
“Actually, Inoue-sensei, I think you’re the only one who might be able to help me,” he told her, and Orihime chided herself for the flush of pleasure that chorused through her at the words.
“What can I do?” she asked, a smile on her face. As Ulquiorra continued looking at her, his emotions in his eyes slowly changed from chagrin, to something Orihime recognised to be much, much more dangerous.
She barely had time to realise the kind of situation she’d got herself into before Ulquiorra said simply, “Sleep with me,” and even though the barely-repressed lustful look in his eye had tipped Orihime off, she had still been caught off guard by the blunt way he’d said such a thing.
What had been, at least partially expected, was the heat-flush that instantly came to rest at her stomach, and the clenching she felt within herself that told her how much she wanted nothing more than to follow his wishes.
Orihime forced herself to take a deep breath to calm her racing heart, “I’m your teacher Ulquiorra. Such a thing would not be appropriate,” she tried to remind herself of that as much as she was making it clear to him.
Much to her surprise, Ulquiorra scoffed. “You honestly think I’m not aware of the situation? You’re a teacher, and I’m a student. The ramifications if we were caught would be extreme. However,” the green of Ulquiorra’s eyes darkened to a sea-green and Orihime felt her heart pound at the look, at the raw and unbridled desire that was palpable in the air around them, “That doesn’t change the simple fact that I want you, Inoue-sensei.”
“Wh-What about someone your own age Ulquiorra? I just don’t think it would be right to -”
“And yet, you’re not telling me no,” Ulquiorra observed, and with a grace that rivalled that of a stalking panther, Ulquiorra had manoeuvred Orihime around so that she was trapped between himself and the wall.
Orihime swallowed the lump in her throat. It was true. As much as she was trying to convince him that it wouldn’t be right, she hadn’t given him an outright ‘No’ because there was no way she could convincingly make him believe that she didn’t want him, and by the lust-glazed look in Ulquiorra’s eye, she knew that he was well aware of that as well.
Apparently, Orihime’s stunned silence was the acquiesce that Ulquiorra had been waiting for, because he slowly, languidly, stepped forward until Orihime was pressing herself into the wall, and he was close enough that Orihime was able to smell that mint and sandalwood scent, and she was able to see that Ulquiorra in fact had two very faint scars that resembled tears running down from his eyelids to his chin.
Promising herself to ask about them at another time - perhaps one that was more appropriate - Orihime’s self control decidedly snapped at that moment, because at that point, her hand lashed up from the wall to take hold of Ulquiorra’s tie and jerk his face down those few millimetres so that she could press their lips together.
Reason might be screaming at her not to cave to this foolish desire, but her body was so tight with want for the man before her that she simply couldn’t fight it anymore, and that first feeling of flesh against flesh was like having a warm shower after being out in the bitter cold.
Ulquiorra was frustrating calm and collected though, despite Orihime’s sudden movement, and he took his time with prying Orihime’s pliant lips open enough for him to slide his tongue in teasingly, barely even allowing Orihime to realise what he’d done before repeating the action.
Already, Orihime was wound so tight that even that slight pressure had a small moan creep its way up her throat, and she was hit by desire so strong that, had she not been feeling it already all week, it might have taken her by surprise.
As it was, Orihime retaliated to Ulquiorra’s barely-there french-kissing by nipping at his lower lip just as his tongue withdrew. Apparently it was what Ulquiorra had needed because the next time, his tongue dove in deep enough that Orihime’s was finally able to rise and tangle with his, and, this time, he didn’t withdraw it.
Without her even realising it, Orihime had pressed herself up against Ulquiorra so tight that one of her legs had curled around one of his, and she was able to feel the effect the making out was having on him. It was only barely there just then, but there was a definite bulge against her inner thigh, and the feel of that excited Orihime more than she realised it would.
With slow, measured movements that told of Ulquiorra’s inexperience, as well as his curiosity, his hands cupped themselves on either side of Orihime’s throat, and then, painfully slowly, they travelled down over her collarbone until - Finally, Orihime mentally groaned - his palms came to rest against her breasts, and Orihime instinctually arched into the feel of his hands atop them.
“Wait,” she breathed, and Ulquiorra’s eyes looked down at her with frustration, a frustration that Orihime was almost inclined to laugh at - had he really thought she was telling him to stop? His look quickly changed to curiosity as Orihime’s deft hands unbuttoned the blouse enough that her red-lacy bra was free for Ulquiorra’s perusal.
He wasted no time in sliding a hand inside of the blouse and massaging the generous flesh he found there, pulling Orihime tight against him as his other hand snaked around and took of her backside.
As Ulquiorra’s mouth ravished the side of her neck, and his thumb ran across her hardened nipple, Orihime couldn’t help but grind against him, a squeak of pleasure pulling free as she felt his hardness.
And she did it again, relishing in the feel of him against her, her mind already eagerly anticipating what it would feel like once he was actually inside, and never before had Orihime been more thankful that she’d decided to wear a skirt on that day.
Ulquiorra seemed to be thinking along the same lines because, with tantalizingly slow movements, the hand that had been holding Orihime’s arse trailed lower until it reached the skirt’s hem, and then his fingertips were tracing along her inner thigh. Higher, and higher until it was so close to her womanhood, that Orihime actually opened her eyes to glare at Ulquiorra for stopping.
But the hesitation was forgotten as she felt his fingers press up against her through her panties, and it took all of Orihime’s self control to not buck against them as they began to move in torturously slow circles.
“Hurry the hell up,” Orihime hissed in Ulquiorra’s ear, her arms clutching at his back with such need Orihime vaguely wondered if she should feel ashamed.
Ulquiorra pointedly ignored her plea, however, and, if anything, circled even slower, one finger even coming to dip into the panties, only to withdraw seconds later. And Orihime, pressed into the wall as she was, could only tilt her head back and pant as Ulquiorra lavished her neck and collarbone still. She had heard of being a cocktease but this … This was just torture. Blissful and delightful torture.
With a chuckle that didn’t seem to suit him, Ulquiorra finally pulled Orihime’s wet panties aside and she gasped at the sudden coolness she felt, a coolness that was forgotten as quickly as it came as Ulquiorra’s finger brushed against her clit, and Orihime mewled at the contact, her hand coming to tangle in Ulquiorra’s hair as her eyes closed, savouring the contact.
Much to Orihime’s surprise, Ulquiorra suddenly stopped the leisurely up and down strokes he’d begun, and her first panicked thought was that they’d been caught. But as she opened her eyes to see who it had been that had busted them, Orihime found the library was as deserted as before, and so she looked at Ulquiorra instead, her question evident in her flushed face.
Only once their eyes meet did Ulquiorra resume, his eyes never leaving hers, even as she bucked and gasped and ground out moans that she attempted to keep as quiet at possible.
As Ulquiorra ran his fingers along her wet slit, tracing around the opening as he went, only to return to circling her clit, Orihime could feel that coil within her winding itself tighter and tighter. A gradual tightening that only increased as Ulquiorra picked up his slow pace.
Just as she thought she was going to burst, Ulquiorra abruptly stopped, and, panting with the effort of trying to get her breath back, Orihime watched with curious eyes as Ulquiorra lowered himself to his knees.
Only after his eyes flickered up to meet hers did Orihime realise what his intention was and she hadn’t realised it were possible for her face to get any redder, but as Ulquiorra’s hand pressed her hips into the wall and his head vanished beneath her skirt, her blush definitely increased tenfold.
Her embarrassment quickly gave way to pleasure however as Ulquiorra’s hot breath fanned out over her already overheated folds, and then, seconds later, Orihime tensed at the feel of what she could only presume was his tongue ran along her slicked entrance.
“Oh gods,” Orihime shuddered out, resisting the urge to clamp her legs closed. Not because it didn’t feel amazingly, overwhelmingly wonderful, but because she wanted to keep him there. And it seemed as though Ulquiorra had no intentions of going anywhere, for as his tongue continued to move back and forth along Orihime’s opening, his hand joined the fray and rubbed against her clit.
Close as she had been to the edge before, it only took Orihime seconds before that coil snapped at Ulquiorra’s ministrations and Orihime orgasmed against him, biting down hard on her lip to stop herself from screaming his name so loud that even those with headphones would have heard her.
Only as the orgasm-high began to fade did Orihime wonder if she should have warned Ulquiorra that she’d been going to come. She’d heard stories of some men and women refusing to remain in that area as their partner reached orgasm. But as Ulquiorra shifted so that Orihime could see him again, he was licking at his lips, his green eyes locking with Orihime’s with such intensity that, had she not just come, Orihime might have done from that look alone.
Silently, she placed a hand on his cheek and urged him back to his feet, a request he followed, and Orihime didn’t hesitate to kiss him fervently, despite the tangy residue of herself on his lips.
Cautiously, Orihime shifted a hand so that it came to rest on his chest, and then slowly trailed it lower and lower until she reached the belt buckle of his school pants. With one hand, she prised the leather strap loose and tugged on the zip. Much to her bemusement, Ulquiorra hissed out a breath as Orihime’s fingertips brushed against his bare length. It seemed that Ulquiorra Schiffer didn’t believe in wearing underwear, and the realisation had heat pooling in Orihime’s stomach all over again.
And then, with the same agonizingly slow pace that Ulquiorra had set previously, Orihime shifted so that her hand wrapped around Ulquiorra’s manhood and ever so slowly, she began to caress the erect organ. All the way to the hilt, down to the very tip, only to return to the base.
As she did so, Orihime began to rock, her tight groin rubbing up against Ulquiorra’s, eliciting deep breaths from the boy, breaths she was almost certain he was releasing to try and keep control of himself. It was that which reminded Orihime he was new to this, despite having been able to bring her to orgasm. Which begged the question, where had he learnt what to do in order to get her to orgasm in the first place?
Ulquiorra’s hands firmly took hold of Orihime’s rear at that point though and what had started out as a slow dance, quickly became a frenzied movement, with Ulquiorra pulling Orihime tight against him with each thrust, and her hand didn’t hesitate to follow this new pace.
Unexpectedly, Ulquiorra took hold of her hand though halting the movement, and by the look in his eye, Orihime thought she knew why he had. She fought the want to sigh - she had hoped to repay the oral favour.
Instead, she told him, “Don’t worry about it. You’ll get better at holding out.”
For a moment, Ulquiorra looked annoyed that she’d realised what was wrong. But in the next instant, he seemed to have decided to worry about it some other time as the hands that had been holding Orihime’s arse trailed down and hooked around the back of her knees.
The next second, Ulquiorra had effectively pressed Orihime up against the wall, and she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist to help keep herself supported. She was aware of what was coming next, and Orihime couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips with her anticipation. She’d been fantasizing about this for far longer than she should have been, and now that it was going to happen … She wondered if she should be feeling bad right then for crossing that unwritten rule about students and teachers, if she should feel bad that she’d allowed it to get to this point. She almost felt as if she were betraying Ulquiorra by allowing this to have happened.
But then, Ulquiorra looked up at her with those startling green eyes of his and that was the only warning Orihime had before he drove into her - and no matter how wrong it all seemed, just then everything felt so irresistibly right she couldn’t even think of what they were doing as wrong. Because Ulquiorra was inside of her, and it felt even better than she’d been able to imagine and - Orihime gasped and then moaned as Ulquiorra slowly pulled out, only to re-enter at that infuriatingly slow pace he’d set earlier, and his lips were at her throat again and Orihime could do little more than lose herself in the feeling as he pulled in and out of her at an increasingly frantic pace.
Ulquiorra didn’t last long, but Orihime had anticipated that when he stopped her earlier. Nevertheless, Orihime remained pressed up against the wall panting from the feelings that were still echoing through her, as Ulquiorra remained motionless as if he’d turn to stone, his forehead resting against her collarbone.
Slowly, the sounds that surrounded them began to filter through the lusty haze their minds were in and Ulquiorra stepped back, his hands keeping hold of Orihime’s hips until her feet were on the ground.
As each fixed their clothing in silence, Orihime couldn’t help but wonder - what now? How was she supposed to behave around Ulquiorra - the student she’d just had sex with?
When she turned around, she found Ulquiorra staring at her, a contemplative look on his face, and Orihime flushed at the scrutiny.
“What is it?” she asked a touch defiantly, and vaguely realised it didn’t feel right calling him ‘Schiffer-kun’ anymore.
Ulquiorra simply sighed and then admitted, “I thought engaging in that act would take away my yearning for you. If anything … I want you even more than before,” and his mouth frowned with something that almost seemed like irritation.
Orihime, however, smiled at the words. She was kind of glad to hear him say it because, if she were honest with herself, now that she’d had him once … She really wanted to be with Ulquiorra again, and again. As many times as possible.
“Well then, Schiffer-kun,” she said, and Orihime almost laughed as she noticed Ulquiorra bristle at the term, “Perhaps you should consider personal tutelage at my house,” and then she quickly kissed him, if only to drive her point home.
“I see,” was all Ulquiorra said as she pulled back.
“I’ll be looking forward to it,” Orihime breathed against his mouth, and Ulquiorra’s lips seemed to part of their own accord just as Orihime stepped around him and returned to the main area of the library, where everything was as she’d left it.
And Ulquiorra watched the sway of her hips as she went, unable to mask the desire in his eyes, thinking that the ‘personal-tutelage’ should start that night.
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Well, what did you guys think? Was it alright?? I hope so >///<
Orihime sighed deeply and leant against the bathroom stall. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t known what she was getting into - Orihime had been well aware of the rough reputation that school had. But she’d been determined and eager to prove herself to her co-workers, she’d also hoped that after months and months of being their new homeroom teacher, the boys comments would become less … Lewd. That Grimmjow Jeagerjaques was particularly crass - Orihime was irrefutably relieved he wasn’t in her actual class and that she only ever had to pass him by in the hallways. Even that was uncomfortable enough at times with the way he watched her. Orihime felt herself flush at the thought.
Seconds later, Orihime turned on the faucet of cold water and washed her face thoroughly. “I am a mature adult, and I can ignore the comments of high-school boys,” she told her reflection sternly, willing herself to believe it. She was well aware that she was only a few years older than the senior boys though - four to five years at tops. And the most frustrating part, something that Orihime hadn’t been prepared for, was how attractive some of them were!
Orihime shuddered as her thoughts went, against her will, to the likes of Tsukishima and - another shudder coursed through her body - Ulquiorra. There was something in those piercing green eyes that simply rendered her speechless and, had they not been teacher and student … Orihime bit her lip at the prospect of what she’d do to that boy.
Shaking her head to dislodge the thoughts, Orihime quickly wet her face once again, trying to cool her skin down at least a fraction. She shouldn’t even be entertaining these thoughts! Worse yet, she was holding an after-school cram-session in little more than fifteen minutes. She couldn’t seem like she was hot and flustered as she walked in that classroom - she could only imagine the comments that would fly if she had.
Fiddling with her bangs, and then readjusting her blouse so that it fit more appropriately over her chest, Orihime gave the mirror a determined look, willing herself to believe that she could do this. She could teach at an all boys-school, and she could ignore their comments, and she would ignore the attraction she felt towards a select few of the male population.
With determined strides, she left the bathroom and made her way towards the classroom. She made a point to disregard the admiring looks some of the freshmen gave her - they were simply boys prone to flights of fancy - and instead wondered what she should focus on today; English, Japanese history, or Maths?
Orihime nose wrinkled with mild disgust. She’d never been overly fond of Math’s, so hopefully she could avoid that particular torture.
A glance at her watch revealed there were still eight minutes before the class was to begin, and so when she slid open the class room door and she was greeted by the sight of Ulquiorra studiously poring over his text books, Orihime was mildly taken aback.
"Schiffer-kun!” she sounded with her surprise as she made her way to her desk. Only the pause in his writing made it clear that he was listening to her, “There’s still some time before the lesson will start, why don’t you go enjoy the fresh air for a little while longer?”
Only then did the - insanely handsome - boy deign to look up at her. “I don’t care much for ‘fresh-air’,” he said softly, and then looked back down at his text book.
Orihime sweat-dropped at the words. Somehow, it didn’t surprise her that he didn’t care for being outdoors. As she sat down at her desk, Orihime’s brown eyes studied Ulquiorra’s form, a frown on her face.
Since the school year had begun, only one thing about Ulquiorra had become evident - he was a bit of a loner. He seemed to prefer the company of books than that of human’s, so it was no wonder that he was the top of his year. Orihime was almost surprised that he hadn’t been nominated to be the council president with that studious attitude he had. When she’d asked the headmaster, Aizen, about it however, the chestnut-haired man had simply chuckled once and told her that Ulquiorra had declined the offer. His actual words had been What a troublesome position. I refuse, or so Aizen told her.
As the boy before her sighed gently, Orihime cocked her head curiously. Seconds later, Ulquiorra picked his textbook in hand, and for a moment, Orihime wondered if he’d noticed her stare and decided it would be easier to study in the library. She was hit by an absurd feeling of shame and consternation at the notion.
Just as quickly as she realised her ridiculous reaction, Orihime realised that Ulquiorra wasn’t leaving the room at all. He was coming towards her. And, irrationally, Orihime’s heart picked up as she noticed this.
“Inoue-sensei,” Ulquiorra said in a voice as soft and silky as satin - the kind of voice that would haunt Orihime’s thoughts and fantasies (she was mature enough to admit it) for several years after he graduated - as he stood before her desk, gently placing the text book before her and pushing it around so that she could read it. “I don’t quite understand this question,” and Orihime almost laughed at the obvious irritation on Ulquiorra’s face.
She forcibly averted her eyes from those mesmerising eyes, though, and instead looked down at the text book. It was with relief she realised it was his English text book, the subject she just so happened to major in.
As she looked down at the page, she was mildly surprised to realise what it was that was confusing him. “Ah, Schiffer-kun, you’re confusing your translations here,” she said, looking up at him from under her lashes, unable to hide the small smile on her lips - whether it was because he was near enough to her that Orihime realised he smelt, somehow, of mint and sandalwood, or because she was simply glad to be helping him, Orihime didn’t really know. Neither did she particularly care.
Ulquiorra’s mouth tightened into a frown at her words and he walked around the desk to come stand behind her. “How so?” he asked, and Orihime was forced to use every ounce of self-control she had to not lean back into the chest that was behind her. Student. Student. Student.
If Ulquiorra noticed her sudden flustered appearance, he gave no sign of it. He simply leant over her so that his delicate finger traced along the line he was translating. “It simply doesn’t make sense,” he said with a sigh. “‘You could pierce me through the heart, but my heart would still rejoice?’ how does such a sentence make sense?”
Orihime almost laughed fondly at the frustration in his voice - It didn’t surprise her that Ulquiorra was the kind to be annoyed by not understanding everything - and the only thing that stopped her was her breathlessness at his close proximity, which was making her envision all sorts of scenario’s she shouldn’t be. Like taking hold of that green tie loosely dangling around his neck and melding their lips together.
Drawing strength from resources she wasn’t aware she had, Orihime managed to keep her voice from quavering. “As I said, you’re confusing your translation. While ‘heart’ is the appropriate word, the first ‘heart’ refers to shinzo - the physical heart, whereas the latter ‘heart’ refers to kokoro - the emotional heart. Understand?”
Turning her head to look at him to see if he understood, Orihime was startled to realise that Ulquiorra was looking at her with a strange gleam in his eye, the text book beneath his hand seemingly forgotten.
For three painful heartbeats in which Orihime was certain Ulquiorra could hear the frantic thumping. His eyes flickered, and Orihime was mollified to realise he’d probably picked up on the blush that had crept into her cheeks, or the way that her lips were parted.
And then the teenager sighed and muttered, “I see,” and withdrew his hand from the textbook. Orihime almost exhaled with something akin to relief, and regret at all once as he withdrew.
That was until she felt an unexpected pressure on her breast and a quick glance down revealed Ulquiorra’s fingertips brushing against the flesh. She would have thought it accidental had his fingers not curled under before sliding along the side.
Before she could compose herself, or even realise that this was the point where she was meant to yell and screech at him for his daring when she was a teacher and he a student, Ulquiorra had circled to the other side of the desk, picked up his text book and said, “Thanks for the help, Inoue-sensei,” before returning to his desk and resuming his studies as though nothing had happened at all.
For one moment, Orihime wanted to storm over there and demand that, if he was going to cop a feel, he could at least do it properly, but then the doors opened and other students filed in and Orihime was in the exact position she’d been trying to avoid being in.
She was blushing, looking hot and flustered, suddenly very horny, and she had mere seconds to compose herself before one of students asked if she was alright.
“I'm fine!” Orihime snapped, walking over to the window and jerking it open to feel the cool breeze on her face. “I’m just … dehydrated,” she added, and even if that could explain her flushed appearance, it did not change the fact that her heart was pounding in her chest and that she needed to get home as soon as she could.
Unable to help herself, Orihime glanced over at the back corner where Ulquiorra sat. He was smirking.
Over the next week, Orihime was completely unable to look Ulquiorra in the eye. Partially because she hadn’t scolded him when, by all rights, she should have, and partially because for every night of that week she’d climaxed with his name on her tongue. She couldn’t even remember a time when she’d been so aroused so constantly, couldn’t remember a time when she’d been forced to pleasure herself night after night.
Orihime knew very well that it was wrong to entertain such thoughts - perhaps she was unwittingly encouraging him by having them. But that didn’t change the fact that she was, neither did it deny how delicious it was to explore those forbidden thoughts. Even now, as she thought about it, Orihime couldn’t repress the shudder of delight that raced through her.
It was after-school hours and there are a small amount of students in the library at the time. Being a boys school, Orihime supposed she shouldn’t be surprised that at least ninety-five percent of the school were in the various sports clubs, and those that weren’t were either in the chess or computing clubs.
Despite the library being mostly deserted, a teacher was still obligated to patrol it, and today that task had fallen to Orihime. She didn’t mind, because it gave her a chance to settle down in one of the chairs and read the novels she didn’t earn enough to buy.
Half an hour after her duty had begun, Orihime looked up from the book she’d found as the door swung open, curious to see who would hide themselves away in the library instead of going home, or joining the sports team.
Her stomach clenched as she recognised the form of Ulquiorra standing before her. He met her eyes without hesitation and, as his green met her hazel, Orihime felt a hot flash run through her. The feeling faded as quickly as it came, however, as Ulquiorra simply nodded his head at her, acknowledging her presence, before walking off with his hands in his pockets towards the reference section.
Orihime sat at the desk, chewing her lip with frustration. On the one hand … she really wanted to go after him, just to see what it was he was researching, and on the other hand … She was fully aware that she shouldn’t. Not simply because it was none of her business, or because she was on duty and was supposed to be watching over everyone in the library, not just Ulquiorra. But because if she did follow after him like her impulses wanted her to … Orihime didn’t know what would happen. The feeling welling within her right then, the kind of electricity that settled in the pit of her stomach, made her absolutely certain she shouldn’t find him.
Glancing around the library, she saw there were three younger students who were utilising the free video games of the library, each of which had headphones over their ears. Another two at the far end of the library who were poring over books voraciously, also with headphones plugged in.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Orihime closed the book she’d been reading, making a mental note of the page she was up to, and carried it along with her as she wandered down the reference section, assuring herself that she was simply going over there to see if there was something he needed help with.
When she located Ulquiorra, he was standing with one hand still in his pocket, and the other holding a book open with a balance Orihime had never been able to master. Looking up at the section they were in, she vaguely wondered what it was that Ulquiorra wanted to know within the anatomy section.
“Schiffer-kun,” she said, announcing her presence and it seemed, just for a second, that he tensed at her arrival, and then, with a barely audible sigh, Ulquiorra snapped the book shut. Orihime wondered if she’d made the right choice to follow him down there. “I just wanted to see if there was anything I could help you with?” Orihime told him, hiding her self-berating thoughts behind a smile.
Ulquiorra’s eyes, which had been decisively focused on the book shelf in front of him slowly shifted to look over at Orihime from the corner of his eye. He frowned for a moment before turning so that he was partially facing her.
“Actually, Inoue-sensei, I think you’re the only one who might be able to help me,” he told her, and Orihime chided herself for the flush of pleasure that chorused through her at the words.
“What can I do?” she asked, a smile on her face. As Ulquiorra continued looking at her, his emotions in his eyes slowly changed from chagrin, to something Orihime recognised to be much, much more dangerous.
She barely had time to realise the kind of situation she’d got herself into before Ulquiorra said simply, “Sleep with me,” and even though the barely-repressed lustful look in his eye had tipped Orihime off, she had still been caught off guard by the blunt way he’d said such a thing.
What had been, at least partially expected, was the heat-flush that instantly came to rest at her stomach, and the clenching she felt within herself that told her how much she wanted nothing more than to follow his wishes.
Orihime forced herself to take a deep breath to calm her racing heart, “I’m your teacher Ulquiorra. Such a thing would not be appropriate,” she tried to remind herself of that as much as she was making it clear to him.
Much to her surprise, Ulquiorra scoffed. “You honestly think I’m not aware of the situation? You’re a teacher, and I’m a student. The ramifications if we were caught would be extreme. However,” the green of Ulquiorra’s eyes darkened to a sea-green and Orihime felt her heart pound at the look, at the raw and unbridled desire that was palpable in the air around them, “That doesn’t change the simple fact that I want you, Inoue-sensei.”
“Wh-What about someone your own age Ulquiorra? I just don’t think it would be right to -”
“And yet, you’re not telling me no,” Ulquiorra observed, and with a grace that rivalled that of a stalking panther, Ulquiorra had manoeuvred Orihime around so that she was trapped between himself and the wall.
Orihime swallowed the lump in her throat. It was true. As much as she was trying to convince him that it wouldn’t be right, she hadn’t given him an outright ‘No’ because there was no way she could convincingly make him believe that she didn’t want him, and by the lust-glazed look in Ulquiorra’s eye, she knew that he was well aware of that as well.
Apparently, Orihime’s stunned silence was the acquiesce that Ulquiorra had been waiting for, because he slowly, languidly, stepped forward until Orihime was pressing herself into the wall, and he was close enough that Orihime was able to smell that mint and sandalwood scent, and she was able to see that Ulquiorra in fact had two very faint scars that resembled tears running down from his eyelids to his chin.
Promising herself to ask about them at another time - perhaps one that was more appropriate - Orihime’s self control decidedly snapped at that moment, because at that point, her hand lashed up from the wall to take hold of Ulquiorra’s tie and jerk his face down those few millimetres so that she could press their lips together.
Reason might be screaming at her not to cave to this foolish desire, but her body was so tight with want for the man before her that she simply couldn’t fight it anymore, and that first feeling of flesh against flesh was like having a warm shower after being out in the bitter cold.
Ulquiorra was frustrating calm and collected though, despite Orihime’s sudden movement, and he took his time with prying Orihime’s pliant lips open enough for him to slide his tongue in teasingly, barely even allowing Orihime to realise what he’d done before repeating the action.
Already, Orihime was wound so tight that even that slight pressure had a small moan creep its way up her throat, and she was hit by desire so strong that, had she not been feeling it already all week, it might have taken her by surprise.
As it was, Orihime retaliated to Ulquiorra’s barely-there french-kissing by nipping at his lower lip just as his tongue withdrew. Apparently it was what Ulquiorra had needed because the next time, his tongue dove in deep enough that Orihime’s was finally able to rise and tangle with his, and, this time, he didn’t withdraw it.
Without her even realising it, Orihime had pressed herself up against Ulquiorra so tight that one of her legs had curled around one of his, and she was able to feel the effect the making out was having on him. It was only barely there just then, but there was a definite bulge against her inner thigh, and the feel of that excited Orihime more than she realised it would.
With slow, measured movements that told of Ulquiorra’s inexperience, as well as his curiosity, his hands cupped themselves on either side of Orihime’s throat, and then, painfully slowly, they travelled down over her collarbone until - Finally, Orihime mentally groaned - his palms came to rest against her breasts, and Orihime instinctually arched into the feel of his hands atop them.
“Wait,” she breathed, and Ulquiorra’s eyes looked down at her with frustration, a frustration that Orihime was almost inclined to laugh at - had he really thought she was telling him to stop? His look quickly changed to curiosity as Orihime’s deft hands unbuttoned the blouse enough that her red-lacy bra was free for Ulquiorra’s perusal.
He wasted no time in sliding a hand inside of the blouse and massaging the generous flesh he found there, pulling Orihime tight against him as his other hand snaked around and took of her backside.
As Ulquiorra’s mouth ravished the side of her neck, and his thumb ran across her hardened nipple, Orihime couldn’t help but grind against him, a squeak of pleasure pulling free as she felt his hardness.
And she did it again, relishing in the feel of him against her, her mind already eagerly anticipating what it would feel like once he was actually inside, and never before had Orihime been more thankful that she’d decided to wear a skirt on that day.
Ulquiorra seemed to be thinking along the same lines because, with tantalizingly slow movements, the hand that had been holding Orihime’s arse trailed lower until it reached the skirt’s hem, and then his fingertips were tracing along her inner thigh. Higher, and higher until it was so close to her womanhood, that Orihime actually opened her eyes to glare at Ulquiorra for stopping.
But the hesitation was forgotten as she felt his fingers press up against her through her panties, and it took all of Orihime’s self control to not buck against them as they began to move in torturously slow circles.
“Hurry the hell up,” Orihime hissed in Ulquiorra’s ear, her arms clutching at his back with such need Orihime vaguely wondered if she should feel ashamed.
Ulquiorra pointedly ignored her plea, however, and, if anything, circled even slower, one finger even coming to dip into the panties, only to withdraw seconds later. And Orihime, pressed into the wall as she was, could only tilt her head back and pant as Ulquiorra lavished her neck and collarbone still. She had heard of being a cocktease but this … This was just torture. Blissful and delightful torture.
With a chuckle that didn’t seem to suit him, Ulquiorra finally pulled Orihime’s wet panties aside and she gasped at the sudden coolness she felt, a coolness that was forgotten as quickly as it came as Ulquiorra’s finger brushed against her clit, and Orihime mewled at the contact, her hand coming to tangle in Ulquiorra’s hair as her eyes closed, savouring the contact.
Much to Orihime’s surprise, Ulquiorra suddenly stopped the leisurely up and down strokes he’d begun, and her first panicked thought was that they’d been caught. But as she opened her eyes to see who it had been that had busted them, Orihime found the library was as deserted as before, and so she looked at Ulquiorra instead, her question evident in her flushed face.
Only once their eyes meet did Ulquiorra resume, his eyes never leaving hers, even as she bucked and gasped and ground out moans that she attempted to keep as quiet at possible.
As Ulquiorra ran his fingers along her wet slit, tracing around the opening as he went, only to return to circling her clit, Orihime could feel that coil within her winding itself tighter and tighter. A gradual tightening that only increased as Ulquiorra picked up his slow pace.
Just as she thought she was going to burst, Ulquiorra abruptly stopped, and, panting with the effort of trying to get her breath back, Orihime watched with curious eyes as Ulquiorra lowered himself to his knees.
Only after his eyes flickered up to meet hers did Orihime realise what his intention was and she hadn’t realised it were possible for her face to get any redder, but as Ulquiorra’s hand pressed her hips into the wall and his head vanished beneath her skirt, her blush definitely increased tenfold.
Her embarrassment quickly gave way to pleasure however as Ulquiorra’s hot breath fanned out over her already overheated folds, and then, seconds later, Orihime tensed at the feel of what she could only presume was his tongue ran along her slicked entrance.
“Oh gods,” Orihime shuddered out, resisting the urge to clamp her legs closed. Not because it didn’t feel amazingly, overwhelmingly wonderful, but because she wanted to keep him there. And it seemed as though Ulquiorra had no intentions of going anywhere, for as his tongue continued to move back and forth along Orihime’s opening, his hand joined the fray and rubbed against her clit.
Close as she had been to the edge before, it only took Orihime seconds before that coil snapped at Ulquiorra’s ministrations and Orihime orgasmed against him, biting down hard on her lip to stop herself from screaming his name so loud that even those with headphones would have heard her.
Only as the orgasm-high began to fade did Orihime wonder if she should have warned Ulquiorra that she’d been going to come. She’d heard stories of some men and women refusing to remain in that area as their partner reached orgasm. But as Ulquiorra shifted so that Orihime could see him again, he was licking at his lips, his green eyes locking with Orihime’s with such intensity that, had she not just come, Orihime might have done from that look alone.
Silently, she placed a hand on his cheek and urged him back to his feet, a request he followed, and Orihime didn’t hesitate to kiss him fervently, despite the tangy residue of herself on his lips.
Cautiously, Orihime shifted a hand so that it came to rest on his chest, and then slowly trailed it lower and lower until she reached the belt buckle of his school pants. With one hand, she prised the leather strap loose and tugged on the zip. Much to her bemusement, Ulquiorra hissed out a breath as Orihime’s fingertips brushed against his bare length. It seemed that Ulquiorra Schiffer didn’t believe in wearing underwear, and the realisation had heat pooling in Orihime’s stomach all over again.
And then, with the same agonizingly slow pace that Ulquiorra had set previously, Orihime shifted so that her hand wrapped around Ulquiorra’s manhood and ever so slowly, she began to caress the erect organ. All the way to the hilt, down to the very tip, only to return to the base.
As she did so, Orihime began to rock, her tight groin rubbing up against Ulquiorra’s, eliciting deep breaths from the boy, breaths she was almost certain he was releasing to try and keep control of himself. It was that which reminded Orihime he was new to this, despite having been able to bring her to orgasm. Which begged the question, where had he learnt what to do in order to get her to orgasm in the first place?
Ulquiorra’s hands firmly took hold of Orihime’s rear at that point though and what had started out as a slow dance, quickly became a frenzied movement, with Ulquiorra pulling Orihime tight against him with each thrust, and her hand didn’t hesitate to follow this new pace.
Unexpectedly, Ulquiorra took hold of her hand though halting the movement, and by the look in his eye, Orihime thought she knew why he had. She fought the want to sigh - she had hoped to repay the oral favour.
Instead, she told him, “Don’t worry about it. You’ll get better at holding out.”
For a moment, Ulquiorra looked annoyed that she’d realised what was wrong. But in the next instant, he seemed to have decided to worry about it some other time as the hands that had been holding Orihime’s arse trailed down and hooked around the back of her knees.
The next second, Ulquiorra had effectively pressed Orihime up against the wall, and she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist to help keep herself supported. She was aware of what was coming next, and Orihime couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips with her anticipation. She’d been fantasizing about this for far longer than she should have been, and now that it was going to happen … She wondered if she should be feeling bad right then for crossing that unwritten rule about students and teachers, if she should feel bad that she’d allowed it to get to this point. She almost felt as if she were betraying Ulquiorra by allowing this to have happened.
But then, Ulquiorra looked up at her with those startling green eyes of his and that was the only warning Orihime had before he drove into her - and no matter how wrong it all seemed, just then everything felt so irresistibly right she couldn’t even think of what they were doing as wrong. Because Ulquiorra was inside of her, and it felt even better than she’d been able to imagine and - Orihime gasped and then moaned as Ulquiorra slowly pulled out, only to re-enter at that infuriatingly slow pace he’d set earlier, and his lips were at her throat again and Orihime could do little more than lose herself in the feeling as he pulled in and out of her at an increasingly frantic pace.
Ulquiorra didn’t last long, but Orihime had anticipated that when he stopped her earlier. Nevertheless, Orihime remained pressed up against the wall panting from the feelings that were still echoing through her, as Ulquiorra remained motionless as if he’d turn to stone, his forehead resting against her collarbone.
Slowly, the sounds that surrounded them began to filter through the lusty haze their minds were in and Ulquiorra stepped back, his hands keeping hold of Orihime’s hips until her feet were on the ground.
As each fixed their clothing in silence, Orihime couldn’t help but wonder - what now? How was she supposed to behave around Ulquiorra - the student she’d just had sex with?
When she turned around, she found Ulquiorra staring at her, a contemplative look on his face, and Orihime flushed at the scrutiny.
“What is it?” she asked a touch defiantly, and vaguely realised it didn’t feel right calling him ‘Schiffer-kun’ anymore.
Ulquiorra simply sighed and then admitted, “I thought engaging in that act would take away my yearning for you. If anything … I want you even more than before,” and his mouth frowned with something that almost seemed like irritation.
Orihime, however, smiled at the words. She was kind of glad to hear him say it because, if she were honest with herself, now that she’d had him once … She really wanted to be with Ulquiorra again, and again. As many times as possible.
“Well then, Schiffer-kun,” she said, and Orihime almost laughed as she noticed Ulquiorra bristle at the term, “Perhaps you should consider personal tutelage at my house,” and then she quickly kissed him, if only to drive her point home.
“I see,” was all Ulquiorra said as she pulled back.
“I’ll be looking forward to it,” Orihime breathed against his mouth, and Ulquiorra’s lips seemed to part of their own accord just as Orihime stepped around him and returned to the main area of the library, where everything was as she’d left it.
And Ulquiorra watched the sway of her hips as she went, unable to mask the desire in his eyes, thinking that the ‘personal-tutelage’ should start that night.
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Well, what did you guys think? Was it alright?? I hope so >///<