Inviting his friends to meet Izumi had probably been his best idea in a while.

Okay, maybe it wasn't his idea, and maybe finally going all the way with her had topped it by a long shot, but it was still a damn good idea. Ichigo knew her friends were limited, though he couldn't even comprehend that fact since she was a literal angel on earth, so it was nice to see her interacting with people he knew were good…for the most part.

That being said, he much preferred her doing so while he was close to her, out of fear that she might be corrupted by their antics. Rangiku and Rukia had already gotten to her, he didn't need Chizuru to get in the mix, as nice and calm as she was at the moment. Izumi was perfect in every way.

Ichigo became 100 percent sure of that after their first date, and he was reminded of that every day since.

He was sure he had found some sort of peace-of-mind, sitting on the floor with Izumi in his lap, softly combing through the fluffiness of her hair as they and his friends watched a movie. He really didn't pay attention to the movie, let alone remember its name. He just focused on the feeling of contentment at that moment.

...And trying to hide the uncomfortable boner that had popped out of nowhere. One would think being a crazy powerful bringer of death would give you control over hormones and such, but as it turns out, boners surpass the barriers between Shinigami and Human. Their impeccable timing didn't change either.

It was no surprise that Izumi noticed, it had been poking at her butt for a while; he ass being so perfect was probably the reason it stayed for so long. He was only able to look her in the eye for a second, her sly grin and the mischievous glint in her eye as she looked up at him causing his face to go red. Sure, it was only natural for his body to do something like that, but it didn't make it any less embarrassing.

He had to repress a groan as she slid against him, sitting on the base of his engorged girth like it was a poll as she brought her feet in, leaving his tent between her legs. "Getting turned on at a time like this? I didn't know my boyfriend was such a p-e-r-v-e-r-t.' Izumi whispered quietly enough that no one but Ichigo could hear, the movie distracting their friends enough so that no one was paying attention to them.

"S-Sorry. It should go down here pretty soon, if you want to wait. You can even get off, I wouldn't don't blame you." He replied in an equally low, but much more frustrated tone.

Her feet closing around his covered shaft made him sweat, a reverberating groan sticking in his throat as he tried to keep attention away from their actions, his quick thinking bringing a blanket over their lower halves. "How about I relieve you of your pain, hmm? All you'll have to do is owe me a favor, and we'll be even." Izumi moved her feet up and down, just slow enough that it made him wish for more while not letting his arousal go down.

"You kinda make it really h-hard to say no…" Was he really going to accept a footjob from his smirking girlfriend while surrounded by his friends as they watched a movie? Well…after a little coercing from his hollow, telling him just how 'hot and kinky' it was, and how if he didn't the Zanpaktou was going to do it himself, yes. Yes he was. "F-Fine. Just don't blame me if they find out."

He felt his pants start to slide down. "Keep your voice down, and they won't suspect a thing."

Ichigo grumbled, her hands grabbing his own and holding them around her waist as Izumi giggled at his 'discontent,' peppering his jaw with kisses. "I love you, Ichi."

He bent his head down, shivering once her cold soles hugged his cock, but kissed Izumi on her nose. "I love you too, my mischievous temptress."

Ichigo quickly compared the feeling of her feet to a handjob. Maybe a little softer and less in control, but all around similar. What made it more arousing, was how taboo the act was, and the fact that they were doing it 'publicly' around his friends. Not to mention the dominant side of Izumi was something he rarely got to see.

The bottoms of her feet were soft and smooth like the rest of her body, dancing up and down his shaft, cooing quietly everytime it twitched under her touch. It was definitely the most embarrassing thing he had ever done, getting off to nothing but a foot, but it was also a lot more complex than that so he didn't feel too bad.

He had to bury a groan in her hair when Izumi's heels gently massaged his testicles, his grip on her hands tightening slightly as her toes gripped his sensitive organ. "The great Hero of the Soul Society brought to his knees by a single woman. There would be many who would love this information, wouldn't you agree?"

Ichigo's breathing became heavy, enough that if they hadn't been watching an action movie, the others would've noticed. "You're right…" He admitted gruffly. "But there's only one person I know who'd be able to use that information well enough to see me fall."

Izumi giggled evilly, her attention shifting towards the tip of his shaft. "I must meet this person then. Exchange information."

"You two have a lot in common, believe it or not…!" His voice was soaked with struggle as she exploited his sensitive spots, coaxing him towards an end Ichigo almost didn't want to reach, given the mess he would clearly make. Izumi didn't seem to care, her rubbing becoming all the more fervent. "After everyone leav, -fuck-, leaves...I'm so getting you back."

"I can't wait… Especially with how frustrated you are."

The next few minutes were torturously slow, Izumi finding the perfect limbo between holding his attention and delaying the release of his balls, which she made sure to massage often. After she heard his teeth start to grit above her, she decided to stop teasing him, reaching her hand over to where she had strategically placed a towel and tossed it under the blanket. "The only thing you'll ruin is the towel, so you can finally let go." She whispered, dragging the bottoms of her feet up and down his cockhead.

Izumi thought he hadn't heard her, but any further attempts were stopped as Ichigo groaned loud enough for everyone to hear, her soles quickly coated in his potent load. "Ichigo, you okay? That sounded kinda painful…"

He panicked when Keigo spoke, the continued friction on his nethers not helping his composure. "Y-Y-Yeah! Just uh… accidentally p-poked myself in the eye! That's it!" He said a little too loud, hearing Izumi snicker in his lap as his climax continued to wreak through his body.

"You sure? That sounds a lot worse than a poke to the eye."

Ichigo groaned again. "Yes, I'm sure! J-Just, drop it please? I'll be fine in a second!" He was beyond grateful when Keigo nodded hesitantly, returning his attention to the screen as Ichigo's orgasm came to a close.

"Good save. You almost got us caught."

Ichigo nipped her ear, causing her to squeal quietly. "You almost got us caught. Not me."

After cleaning up their mess, their friends leaving shortly after the movie, Ichigo could say that public sex was exactly what it was cracked up to be.

This chapter was fun, but at the same time, a little odd to write. I thought, 'Hey, why not get a little kinky with the lemons?' Course, then I had to come up with a kink. While I'm definitely not innocent, I don't know many, so I kinda just blind-picked femdom and feet.

It's a little weird writing for a kink you don't have, but it was definitely a learning experience. I'll see what other's I can do, but they will all stay relatively tame.

And Ichigo's payback? Well, you'll have to see.

See you next time.