I blame Star for this...she HAD to share that picture of Orihime in her SUPER CUTE maid-outfit which had me practically being SWARMED by plot bunnies. And all smut related OF COURSE. So yeah...I blame you you evil evil person. ;) Thanks to Nagi and Amar for being my beta's :)

So I'm gonna try to do a series of drabbles all centered around the theme of 'maid'. And all M-rated, one way or another. THIS, I will enjoy...A LOT.

Oh and don't worry about Senpai to Kouhai, I'm just having a serious case of idiotic writers block about it. Don't you hate it when you know WHAT you want to write and what feelings you want to get across yet...when you try to write it, it just doesn't come out right? :/

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that you recognize...or even the maid costume come to think off.

"Nnn.." Her curvy figure wriggled with the soft whimper, pulling away from his wicked fingers and pressing into the lean figure hovering over her. Her soft pants and moans hung in the heavy air between her face and the wall, her fingers vainly trying to catch some hold on the smooth surface as her boyfriend teased her.

Ichigo's soft lips were nibbling at her ear lobe, sending small tremors of ticklish pleasure coursing through her body. Combined with the strings of pleasure coming from her core, she felt as though she was floating on a cloud of helium balloons. She tightly clenched her eyes shut, her head hanging limply on her chest as she panted out, "P-pl-please…s-sto…I…can't…."

His voice was low and dark as he murmured in her ear, "I'll stop once you agree." It was almost hateful she couldn't help but think to herself as she raised herself to her tip toes. Orihime pressed her forehead against the wall, tears falling from her cheeks as the pleasure in her body only grew with every tender stroke of his calloused fingers. He knew exactly how to give her pleasure and now he was teasing her by keeping her on that high and not letting her experience the glorious fall that accompanied it.

She took her lower lip between her teeth, holding back the moans that were bubbling up in her chest as his fingers teased her slick entrance, shallowly entering her heat before moving back to stroke her clit. She couldn't stop the sob from leaving her lips as she begged, "Ichi…Ichigo..please…I ca-can't ta-ahn~!" Her thoughts dissolved into nothingness as the fingers of his other hand twisted the hark peak of her aching breasts.

Orihime tightly clenched her teeth together as both his hands worked in tandem to keep her body at the feverish temperature. She was sure that were it not for Ichigo's leg between hers, her wobbling legs would have forced her down to her knees since long ago. She could feel his hard erection through the ruffled layers of her costume and couldn't help but press back against it, hoping against hope that he would take the hint and just finish the job.

But Ichigo seemed more determined ('or stubborn' a voice in her head whispered) tonight. He was determined to tease her to madness just so that he could get his way. He was pressing hard kisses to the nape of her neck, leaving a string of painfully sweet hickey's that decorated her pale skin like a jeweled necklace. Orihime opened her eyes as his lips reached her other ear and traced the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue, and got an excellent view of both his hands.

His right arm was crossed over her chest, his hand dipping underneath the ruffled white shirt as it played with her breast roughly. His left arm was pressing back the full folds of her black skirt as his hand was trapped between her heated core and wet panties. The sight of both hands moving against the cloth sent a new wave of pleasure crashing through the over sensitized body. Orihime clenched her fingers together into tight fists as she moaned out, "Yes…"

Ichigo's tone was wicked as he teasingly inquired, "Yes what?"

She fought out the urge to scream in frustration as two of his fingers ran teasingly over her slick slit. He pushed his fingers in just so that she was left craving for more and she whimpered, "I…I'll change…" Orihime turned her tearful face back towards her boyfriend as she pleaded, "So…please…please..." Lust flared in his sharp brown eyes at her words before he leaned in and pressed a hard kiss to her soft lips.

Her head spun at the feel of Ichigo's tongue rubbing sensually against hers. She twisted her head back as far as she could manage, opening her lips further for him to explore. His tongue teasingly tapped against hers before dancing away to trace her lower lip. She moaned in frustration and wriggled into his hand and hips, too embarrassed to actually ask out loud what her body was craving. And the tight feel of the corset against her body was definitely not helping the feelings running through her body either.

Her head spun as he pulled away from her lips, slipping his hand out of her shirt and panties as he moved back slightly. Weakly, she asked to ask, "What are y-" when his hands came down to her hips and urged her to bend over so that her behind was sticking out in a highly embarrassing and wanton pose (a point that would later hit her with much embarrassment). But right now, Orihime willingly followed his lead and let her upper body lean against the wall as his hands slipped underneath her skirt and pulled down her damp panties down to her knees.

She was ready to reach down and pull them off completely when Ichigo's hand tightly gripped her waist in warning. She turned, peeking over her shoulder at him as a low familiar sound sent a jolt of heat rocket through her body. Her eyes were laden with desire as she watched him undo his jeans and pull down the zipper with deliberate laziness. Orihime unconsciously licked her dry lips as his straining erection came to her view. She pushed herself back further, one hand coming back to pull the dark maid skirt up over her hips , revealing her thigh-high socking clad legs trembling in anticipation and desire as she waited breathlessly for him to enter.

A strangled moan left her lips as he ran the head of his erection against her entrance, rubbing it in a lazy to and fro motion that had her widening her stance and wriggling her hips vainly as she cried out his name in a hoarse voice. Her only warning was a husky chuckle that hung in the air momentarily before Ichigo slowly slid into her silky fire, one glorious inch at a time. Her hand tightly clenched the smooth material in her hand as he began a deep, slow rhythm that had her moaning into the wall with every thrust.

The fire that had been burning in her since the start of the evening was now scorching her very bones as his hands pulled down the front part of her shirt, letting her breasts bounce with his every thrust. Cries fell from her lips like rain from the skies as his hands came up to press and mold her breasts together, his hips moving in small rolling motions that sent tremors of white hot pleasure streak through her. She let her head hang against the arm that was keeping her up against the wall, groaning out his name, "Ic-hi…go….harder! Ha-rder…faster! Oh GOD…"

Her auburn hair fell around her face as she cried to the heavens, her upper body arching up as he grabbed her hips in a punishing grip and just slammed into her. The wet, erotic sound of their joining echoed in the small hallway, accompanied by the sound of her increasingly high pitched moans and whimpers and his low groans.

Ichigo watched his girlfriend and for a moment, forgot how to breathe. The erotic sight of her spread so wantonly before him, coupled with the sounds falling from lips and their location and 'that damned costume of hers' had him picking up the pace, desperate to reach the pinnacle of pleasure with her.

Orihime could feel the sweat dripping down her face, one drop slowly running down the curve of her nose and dangling at the edge as though it couldn't make up its mind to stay or fall. It fell as Orihime jerked her head up with a cry, her hips grinding back into his as two slick fingers began to tease her sensitized clit. Wound up beyond belief, she sobbed into the wall, his name falling from her lips in a desperate chant for relief. "Ichigo, oh please oh please please Ichigo aaaaahn~!"

He clenched his teeth together as he felt her inner muscles clench around his length, holding onto him in a way that had him tightening his grip on her as his hips jerked forward the final few times before he joined her in the culmination of their love making. Her name fell from his lips like a gentle benediction, a soft whisper that caressed her as gently as his fingers. "Orihime…"

Her vision had gone pure white before slowly coming back into focus, making her dazedly wonder why she was so close to the wall 'and how long has that crack been here?' She swallowed slowly, too tired to removed the strands of her curled hair from her sweaty face as she slowly pressed herself off the wall, only to find a heavy weight against her back that prevented her from much movement.

She sluggishly attempted to twist around, only to find a pair of arms holding her in her place as Ichigo muttered, "Just…stay like this…for a bit…" She tiredly nodded and let her head fall back to rest on his shoulder, staring up at the low ceiling in a comforting haze. She blinked as she felt a touch against her breasts. She looked down to find Ichigo's fingers slowly slipping one button after another out of its location.

She squeaked out in surprise, "Ichigo?"

His response was a sly grin, "You agreed to change out of this maid's costume so…I'm just helping you along."

*offers free cigarettes, towels and or tissue papers to the readers*

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